The Caravan?s Return
Not-so-quiet whispers reached RhyDin of the caravan?s return before mid-morning could be fully marked. S?jira was on the docks and found many of the men grinning and talking when there was more than plenty of cargo to load and unload for the ships. One or two kept pointing in the direction of the river or the marketplace.
S?jira put down the fishing net she had been working at repairing the last couple of days. Her hand slid over it and pressed against it as she hopped down from the large crate. Without hurry and a wise dose of caution to approach any of the rough men who worked the docks, ?jira came closer to the handful of men before pausing a few paces? distance.
Their conversation came to an abrupt stop and turned their attention to the small woman. One or two were polite enough to welcome her with a nod and a smile, while the others were not at all kind in their lecherous or scowling looks.
?Please forgive,? S?jira began it not so quiet as her words would have been lost to the noise of the docks, but gentled enough to be polite and respectful. ?May it be known what is happening??
A burly, black and white haired man with a scraggly beard eyed her. They had seen one another in passing in all of her time helping on the docks and she knew him to be called Padraig. ?Aye, ?jira. Ye kin be knowin? it.? He jerked a thumb over his shoulder in the direction again, towards either the direction of the marketplace or river. ?A caravan be ?n town ?n causin? astir.?
?A stir?? Eyes were nothing short of apologetic, trying to follow his thick brogue the best that she could. ?May it be known -- is it a bad thing, or to be found good??
?Aye, a good thin?, lass. Dancin? ?n music. Thin?s of that lot.? He grinned and winked at her. ?A lovely lass wit the blondest hair, like new yellow silk.?
S?jira wondered at it immediately if the woman he spoke of was Althrae.
?Have they been there long?? She stayed well where she was as the others would not stop looking, keeping her gaze upon Padraig.
?Hmm. ?bouts since dawn this mornin?. Seen ?em arrive m?self, lass. Tents ?er up ?n the grasses tween river ?n markets.?
With that heard, she smiled more than she had in a while and turned to put the net away to work on later. ?Thanks is given for the information!? Then ?jira pulled the large, old cloak about her shoulders and the rest of self and hurried from the docks on light feet within those softleather boots of hers. She headed in that direction without stopping.
Not-so-quiet whispers reached RhyDin of the caravan?s return before mid-morning could be fully marked. S?jira was on the docks and found many of the men grinning and talking when there was more than plenty of cargo to load and unload for the ships. One or two kept pointing in the direction of the river or the marketplace.
S?jira put down the fishing net she had been working at repairing the last couple of days. Her hand slid over it and pressed against it as she hopped down from the large crate. Without hurry and a wise dose of caution to approach any of the rough men who worked the docks, ?jira came closer to the handful of men before pausing a few paces? distance.
Their conversation came to an abrupt stop and turned their attention to the small woman. One or two were polite enough to welcome her with a nod and a smile, while the others were not at all kind in their lecherous or scowling looks.
?Please forgive,? S?jira began it not so quiet as her words would have been lost to the noise of the docks, but gentled enough to be polite and respectful. ?May it be known what is happening??
A burly, black and white haired man with a scraggly beard eyed her. They had seen one another in passing in all of her time helping on the docks and she knew him to be called Padraig. ?Aye, ?jira. Ye kin be knowin? it.? He jerked a thumb over his shoulder in the direction again, towards either the direction of the marketplace or river. ?A caravan be ?n town ?n causin? astir.?
?A stir?? Eyes were nothing short of apologetic, trying to follow his thick brogue the best that she could. ?May it be known -- is it a bad thing, or to be found good??
?Aye, a good thin?, lass. Dancin? ?n music. Thin?s of that lot.? He grinned and winked at her. ?A lovely lass wit the blondest hair, like new yellow silk.?
S?jira wondered at it immediately if the woman he spoke of was Althrae.
?Have they been there long?? She stayed well where she was as the others would not stop looking, keeping her gaze upon Padraig.
?Hmm. ?bouts since dawn this mornin?. Seen ?em arrive m?self, lass. Tents ?er up ?n the grasses tween river ?n markets.?
With that heard, she smiled more than she had in a while and turned to put the net away to work on later. ?Thanks is given for the information!? Then ?jira pulled the large, old cloak about her shoulders and the rest of self and hurried from the docks on light feet within those softleather boots of hers. She headed in that direction without stopping.