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25.Jul.19, 12:58 AM
Kordiavis had so far avoided having to really talk to people. It wasn’t that he was against being out in the public and he really didn’t hate crowds, but he hated small talk with strangers, especially when they tried prying into his life. He had only agreed to go to the Gather because Mylorah was obnoxious when she wanted to get her way and would pester him until he said yes, and because he really did want to see a couple of friends currently still stationed at other Weyrs. He knew they’d all be back together soon in Ista thanks to Thallyath’s clutch but getting out and away from the Weyr and Ista as a whole was also kind of appealing.
Still, he didn’t stick around when some friends were gathering with their other friends and he hadn’t sought out anyone he did know just yet. He knew Misharan would be around somewhere but they’d eventually cross paths so Kordiavis didn’t bother hunting down that social butterfly. Instead he perused the rows of stands selling various items he didn’t need but some of the tailors did have some wonderful clothes on display to purchase and show off what they could do with a little custom ordered work. Considering he no longer lived in a major Hold and didn’t have anyone to impress, custom work wasn’t required anymore—though he was currently wearing a custom-made shirt and pants meant for Gathers and was on the finer end, like most of his clothes. He still ended up buying a nice shirt that was rolled up and tucked away in the satchel he had slung across his body.
His main reason for the journey through the crowds before sitting in the outdoor tavern under a tent was drawing supplies. He was low on charcoal and wanted to look into paints and maybe another bound book of blank paper. After a bit of searching, he did find a vendor with some books that suited his purpose and he bought two before moving on to find the rest of the supplies.
Within minutes, Kordiavis had a small bunch of charcoal sticks wrapped together with twine in one hand, knowing he’d definitely purchase that, but the paint left him wondering. He was staring at the small pots debating if he wanted to try out any of the colours when he glanced up, feeling as if someone was standing too close and crowding him. No one was to either side of him but when he turned around, Kordiavis nearly swore as he came face to face with someone he hadn’t seen before the move to the Weyr.
“Tazikel? You trying to earn yourself a punch to that pretty face of yours by lingering too close?” He tried to sound annoyed but the smile that kept threatening to appear at seeing an old friend was ruining the effect quite a bit.
Still, he didn’t stick around when some friends were gathering with their other friends and he hadn’t sought out anyone he did know just yet. He knew Misharan would be around somewhere but they’d eventually cross paths so Kordiavis didn’t bother hunting down that social butterfly. Instead he perused the rows of stands selling various items he didn’t need but some of the tailors did have some wonderful clothes on display to purchase and show off what they could do with a little custom ordered work. Considering he no longer lived in a major Hold and didn’t have anyone to impress, custom work wasn’t required anymore—though he was currently wearing a custom-made shirt and pants meant for Gathers and was on the finer end, like most of his clothes. He still ended up buying a nice shirt that was rolled up and tucked away in the satchel he had slung across his body.
His main reason for the journey through the crowds before sitting in the outdoor tavern under a tent was drawing supplies. He was low on charcoal and wanted to look into paints and maybe another bound book of blank paper. After a bit of searching, he did find a vendor with some books that suited his purpose and he bought two before moving on to find the rest of the supplies.
Within minutes, Kordiavis had a small bunch of charcoal sticks wrapped together with twine in one hand, knowing he’d definitely purchase that, but the paint left him wondering. He was staring at the small pots debating if he wanted to try out any of the colours when he glanced up, feeling as if someone was standing too close and crowding him. No one was to either side of him but when he turned around, Kordiavis nearly swore as he came face to face with someone he hadn’t seen before the move to the Weyr.
“Tazikel? You trying to earn yourself a punch to that pretty face of yours by lingering too close?” He tried to sound annoyed but the smile that kept threatening to appear at seeing an old friend was ruining the effect quite a bit.
