Post by Dizzy on Jun 19, 2007 20:44:39 GMT -5
(co wrote by Dizzy and Drache)
Inbur's pennets were flying proud over the main hold gate and her colors were displayed boldly over the walls of the docks. The entire fleet of Inbur ships and many from other Weyrholds who had wintered at Inbur tugged at their moorings like a runnerbeast tugging at its bits, eager to go.
A brisk wind blew in off of a mild sea, ruffling gather finery as it wisped across the Grounds of Inbur. Children ran about playing games of tag or hide and seek many with bubblie pie stains already covering their jerkins. Shouts of laughter hung in the air, a sweet melody to the counter cadence of drudges bustling about trying to finish last minute tasks.
Spit canines turned a variety of whole carcasses, producing tantalizing scents of spiced wherrie, herd beast and the like that could set a mouth to watering. The cooks and kitchen drudges were working overtime to create and maintain a variety of foods and beverages for the buffet tables that were set up near the dancing floor. A Harper's stand was being erected nearby as well for the evening's entertainers.
Crafters busily worked to arrange their wares for the many customers expected at the first Gather of the New Turn. Some who were lucky already had customers browsing, putting in orders for this or that spice, cloth, or hardware piece. The somewhat sleepy port hold of Inbur was coming alive, glad to no longer be land bound now that the last of the winter storms had fled.
An air of anticipation and excitement charged through Inbur...
Inbur's pennets were flying proud over the main hold gate and her colors were displayed boldly over the walls of the docks. The entire fleet of Inbur ships and many from other Weyrholds who had wintered at Inbur tugged at their moorings like a runnerbeast tugging at its bits, eager to go.
A brisk wind blew in off of a mild sea, ruffling gather finery as it wisped across the Grounds of Inbur. Children ran about playing games of tag or hide and seek many with bubblie pie stains already covering their jerkins. Shouts of laughter hung in the air, a sweet melody to the counter cadence of drudges bustling about trying to finish last minute tasks.
Spit canines turned a variety of whole carcasses, producing tantalizing scents of spiced wherrie, herd beast and the like that could set a mouth to watering. The cooks and kitchen drudges were working overtime to create and maintain a variety of foods and beverages for the buffet tables that were set up near the dancing floor. A Harper's stand was being erected nearby as well for the evening's entertainers.
Crafters busily worked to arrange their wares for the many customers expected at the first Gather of the New Turn. Some who were lucky already had customers browsing, putting in orders for this or that spice, cloth, or hardware piece. The somewhat sleepy port hold of Inbur was coming alive, glad to no longer be land bound now that the last of the winter storms had fled.
An air of anticipation and excitement charged through Inbur...
