18.Feb.16, 05:24 AM
C’dhin gave a low grumble of annoyance when he checked on the spice stock and saw the shelves were in a sad state. He knew things would be a bit tough for a while still with all of the Weyrs now being open and whatever supplies they had had between Katila and Telgar now being shared, but this was sad. This was Telgar! Did the others really have to rob them so much? Surely they could go down to Katila and spend the afternoon farming for their needed items or even playing nice to their Holders in the effort to start earning tributes again.
Not that it really mattered he decided as he left the kitchen and headed back to get his riding gear. He hated taking from the main stock of supplies since he didn’t know how long they had been on the shelves, who had pawed through them, or coughed on them. Going to the Telgar market seemed like a better idea so he could buy fresh ingredients.But isn’t that kind of the same thing? Or worse even. You don’t know those people, what they did, or how long the stock has been sitting out.
C’dhin groaned as his annoyingly perceptive green dragon added her two cents. Yeah, kind of. I guess, he finally agreed, mostly to shut her up before she nagged him to death about it. But, she did have a small teensy point in that he didn’t know the people that well or if their fruits or spices were fresh. However, he had to believe that if that vendor wanted to make it through the winter or not be shunned by everyone, they’d be honest and not do anything to their wares.
Besides, he’d ask around about the vendors before committing to anything.
Twenty minutes later and he was touching down in the open field not too far away from the market square. Coroth curled up comfortably in the sun once the riding gear was removed, despite C’dhin trying his best to be lazy and insist he wouldn’t be that long and she could wear it. The bossy green had a way of winning their arguments but C’dhin usually didn’t mind since she also backed off on the ones that were more important to him.
His riding jacket was left on as the autumn weather was starting to roll in. He had grown up in the Bitra region and had been used to the cold – enjoyed it, even – but several years in Katila had literally warmed him up and now a cool breeze was enough to make him shiver and contemplate heading home to sit by a hearth. Still, it was nice to see the signs of the changing seasons. Katila had seasons but it wasn’t like this. Here he could see the leaves starting to go from green to beautiful shades of red, orange, and yellow. Even the fashion changed in tones and style. It was kind of fun to see what the hoity-toity ladies would be wearing, though he doubted many of them actually ventured to the market.
C’dhin was pleasantly distracted for a bit, people-watching as he wandered the square. His mission of finding what he came for was forgotten for a while until the scent of delicious freshly baked pies wafted towards him and his feet moved to check it out. He was tempted to try it but declined, moving aside for a woman that actually wanted to purchase a pie to go with the evening meal.
Some time was spent circling through the area, checking out the wares and rating what he saw but he wasn’t any better off than when he started. With a sigh C’dhin looked around for someone that looked like they’d be willing to talk to him and even help him, and finally wandered over to a man that didn’t look as busy and flustered as some of the other people walking around.
“Excuse me, would you happen to know which spice vendor is the best one? I’d love if they had cinnamon if nothing else.”
Not that it really mattered he decided as he left the kitchen and headed back to get his riding gear. He hated taking from the main stock of supplies since he didn’t know how long they had been on the shelves, who had pawed through them, or coughed on them. Going to the Telgar market seemed like a better idea so he could buy fresh ingredients.
C’dhin groaned as his annoyingly perceptive green dragon added her two cents. Yeah, kind of. I guess, he finally agreed, mostly to shut her up before she nagged him to death about it. But, she did have a small teensy point in that he didn’t know the people that well or if their fruits or spices were fresh. However, he had to believe that if that vendor wanted to make it through the winter or not be shunned by everyone, they’d be honest and not do anything to their wares.
Besides, he’d ask around about the vendors before committing to anything.
Twenty minutes later and he was touching down in the open field not too far away from the market square. Coroth curled up comfortably in the sun once the riding gear was removed, despite C’dhin trying his best to be lazy and insist he wouldn’t be that long and she could wear it. The bossy green had a way of winning their arguments but C’dhin usually didn’t mind since she also backed off on the ones that were more important to him.
His riding jacket was left on as the autumn weather was starting to roll in. He had grown up in the Bitra region and had been used to the cold – enjoyed it, even – but several years in Katila had literally warmed him up and now a cool breeze was enough to make him shiver and contemplate heading home to sit by a hearth. Still, it was nice to see the signs of the changing seasons. Katila had seasons but it wasn’t like this. Here he could see the leaves starting to go from green to beautiful shades of red, orange, and yellow. Even the fashion changed in tones and style. It was kind of fun to see what the hoity-toity ladies would be wearing, though he doubted many of them actually ventured to the market.
C’dhin was pleasantly distracted for a bit, people-watching as he wandered the square. His mission of finding what he came for was forgotten for a while until the scent of delicious freshly baked pies wafted towards him and his feet moved to check it out. He was tempted to try it but declined, moving aside for a woman that actually wanted to purchase a pie to go with the evening meal.
Some time was spent circling through the area, checking out the wares and rating what he saw but he wasn’t any better off than when he started. With a sigh C’dhin looked around for someone that looked like they’d be willing to talk to him and even help him, and finally wandered over to a man that didn’t look as busy and flustered as some of the other people walking around.
“Excuse me, would you happen to know which spice vendor is the best one? I’d love if they had cinnamon if nothing else.”