-::Striving for Success! [Search]::-

[Edward]

Taking up shop in the bustling streets, Murtur prepared himself. It was once again time to sell the goods that he had been working on himself. Yea his father had private order, but Murtur wanted to do more. He wanted to help his father bring more money to the house. There just seemed to be more of them then there was money for them. It's not like they didn't get by.. They just didn't have a lot extra.

As the teen set up his display, Azure would bring it up to himself to begin to fly around the shop to try and grab people's attention. No one could say that this duo didn't work out nicely because they surely knew what they were doing. All the tricks that they knew they had picked up from another shop they had seen, but instead of using a lot more people they simply kept it in between the two of them.

As Murtur finished setting up his small 'shop' he would take one last look at the items displayed... They ranged from simple kitchen knives to swords and bows. There wasn't much that Murtur hadn't brought around here. He wanted to make sure that he would be able to satisfy anyone that came by. Though, it might not be the best quality equipment, 'cause surely he wasn't as good as his father, it wasn't bad either. I guess it's what one would call 'okay.' Murtur was aware of that and he wasn't trying to hide it either. He was just striving for success.

[shouriko]

Loud, crowded, and already busy, the man walked confidently past each shop. He didn't exactly want to be here, but he needed to be here. Clad in wool and leather with an exceptionally thick jacket on, he stood out. That was no surprise. He was a dragonrider afterall and they didn't just waltz about every hold as if they were just one of the commonfolk. This particular rider had chestnut brown hair, coppery brown eyes, and a gallant smile that made girls swoon. At the moment it was the smile that was missing. He looked more serious and appeared to be concentrating as he walked past each man or woman with as much indifference as possible. He was not here to shop, he was here on business.

Mine, you are almost there. He is on your right and has a little blue one.

The strong feminine voice called in his head and he looked to his right. Three set-ups down was a young man and he did indeed have with him a sporty blue firelizard. It zipped about trying to gain attention and it worked for some. It certainly turned heads every now and again. He strolled up to it and looked down at what was laid out. What was there just cried 'Smith' in profession and he looked at the young man in that moment, Him? Are you sure you want him Aeryth?

Yes I want him! I would not have stopped unless I did, B'tron! Aeryth chided angrilly at her rider. Why he always asked her these questions she didn't know. She suspected it was because he knew it annoyed her so and he enjoyed getting her riled up. In turn she gave him headaches.

Shrugging, he looked back down at the wares and said, "Smith, eh? You're a might bit young, aren't you?" B'tron glanced back up at him, coppery eyes flashing.

[Edward]

[[ooc: Wasn't sure where your dragon was, so I just didn't talk about her. Sorry 'bout that...]]

Azure had been doing his job considering the fact that people's attention was most definitely being caught. There was this one man that just seemed odd. Murtur wasn't one to call people strange for no reason. He was just dressed differently. As if he was higher up in the chain of life, not that anyone wouldn't believe it to be truth. The man in question could be seen donning wool, leather, and even a rather thick coat in comparison to the others that were around. It was as if his body screamed for attention without meaning to, and if he did, who could blame him.

Before Murtur could get off the regular question that was said by all salesmen, the male had asked something himself. The male had questioned his business in the smithing line of work at his current age. Surely this male didn't assume it was only for 'old people.' Guess there was no reason to get mad... Man couldn't have meant any disrespect with that, but then again no one ever knows.

"No, sir. I would like to think that there is never a exact time to do something such as this. Just something, that if you enjoy, you do. I started young. I picked it up from my father. He is much better than me, though."
A short pause, where Murtur would end his talk. If the man said something he then Murtur would answer, but if there was only a continued silence Murtur would just go ahead and speak yet again. He would ask the question after the man's next question had been answered, if he did as another one in time. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

The flitt would now perch itself upon the right shoulder of it's owner. Both of them would simply stare at the man as they awaited a response. There was much you could tell of a person through their responses; Murtur was ready to see what he could find out.

[shouriko]

"That's a good answer." B'tron said with a gentle smile playing across his lips. His coppery eyes dazzled with the smile and he cocked his head to side with the question that followed. His smile widened a little more and he gave a few little nods as he answered, "I suppose you could put it like that."

He looked to the far end of the row of stands and stalls and pointed in the general direction in which a small, dark green dragon could just barely be seen. B'tron looked at the young man before him and said, "I'm guessing you can see her, right? That is Aeryth, she is my dragon." With her now signaled out and his profession well proclaimed he continued, still smiling gently as ever to speak with the young and rather promising smith. "She had me come down here to pick something up to bring back to the Weyr, or rather someone, and she has directed me to this stall."

He tapped the wood upon which the items were set upon and continued to so that the thudding was dull and continuous. B'tron looked hard at the young man and asked, "Would you like to become a smith? Or would you rather have the courage and give me the honor of making you a candidate for Southern Weyr?" He stopped tapping and stood up right fully, "The choice is yours, but I should like to bring you, Aeryth and I don't pick up many candidates, but she is usually dead on when it comes to their capabilities."

I always am, not just usually. Aeryth corrected B'tron. She was not the green to be underestimated, not even by her rider.

[Edward]

[[ooc: Sorry for taking so long. Was rather busy.]]

It seemed that the man had liked his answer. With what he had said, it made it feel like he was taking some oral exam, but then again maybe he was over thinking things. People liked asking questions, he supposed. When the man answered Murtur's question with an odd reply, the teenager couldn't help but to become curious as to what the man wanted. As the man pointed into a direction, Murtur would continue facing the man until he said, "I'm guessing you can see her." As soon as that was said, the boys head would turn to locate what it was he was pointing at. While the man continued on speaking, Murtur would notice what it was he was talking about. He had been pointing to his dragon. The dark green dragon was there, not out in the open, but there.

Shock would appear on the boy's face as he now realized that he was speaking to a rider. Though shocked, the boy would not let a word escape of what the man had been saying. 'The dragon requested that he pick someone up from this shop?' For some odd reason Murtur couldn't manage to pull the pieces together. Silence would come about the stall for a while as the rider simply tapped on the wood. Murtur was still piecing together pieces in his head when the man asked what Murtur wanted to do with his life, not in those words exactly. Murtur had been given an option, and his eyes would seemingly light up at the second choice given. He would have never suspected that he would be chosen to become a candidate for the Southern Weyr. Only in his dreams had this happened, and he wouldn't let the opportunity slip by him at any rate. The rider was rather sure of his capabilities since his dragon had usually chosen capable candidates.

"I would be honored to become a candidate for the Southern Weyr. I promise to try and not disappoint. I'll work my hardest, and do the best job I can!"
Though Murtur had accepted the offer, he didn't quite know what to do at the moment. Whether he should pack his stuff up that he had brought and take all of it home or if they would just be leaving. "What am I to do now? Should I leave with you or do I take all of my belongings," pointing to the weapons, "home first?" The boy was truly interested in what was to happen now. He was all ears.

[shouriko]

B'tron just chuckled, his brown eyes glittering with amusement. At first the boy had no idea what he meant and once he did, he was so flabbergasted he hadn't the slightest idea of what do since he clearly accepted the search. Once the laughter had subsided and he wiped a brief tear away, he decided it was best to help the lad out.

"Why don't we takes these home and you can gather your belongings and spread the good news. I'd hate for your parents to think I'd kidnapped you and forced you to stand as a candidate." B'tron smiled warmly and he stepped around to the other side of the stall. He was not above helping the boy out and if he didn't, it might take a bit longer and Aeryth would be unhappy if they were not punctual. Ah, dragons, you cannot live with them and you cannot live without them. "What would you like me to carry and where will we be heading?"

It may take some time, dear, do be patient and relax a little. I don't think you are being crowd all the way over there. Try to enjoy it. B'tron told the green, still smiling at Murtur. He didn't want to force the boy to rush, not even for Aeryth's impatient self.

From where she was, she laid down and vanished from the vantage point. Fine, I suppose I will wait.

[Edward]

It seemed that he wouldn't have to leave any of his stuff behind after all. Turning around to look at the area behind him, Murtur would begin to drag the two wheel barrels over. At a rather moderate speed he would begin to place his wares in one of the wheel barrels. The rider had even offered him help at this point, and Murtur would simply tell him to begin placing some of his materials in the second wheel barrel. Seeing as he had two of them, neither of them would be overly filled.

Once they had finished packing up, Murtur would simply place a drape over the wooden stall; his father would still be using it. Taking the lead, since he assumed the rider would be following, Murtur would simply say "This way.." and begin to push the wheel barrel down the road. It wouldn't take them too much longer before they arrived at his home. They didn't live too far away. If the rider had any questions Murtur would be glad to answer, but for now Murtur would ask his own.

"So.. What is it like? Flying on a dragon--"

Murtur would continue to push the wheel barrel, but now he would have pushed a bit slower so that the rider and him were walking more side to side with the rider than being ahead.

[shouriko]

He gathered items, wrapped those that needed it, and with one armful transferred his share from the stall to the aforementioned wheelbarrow. He arrangement them a little and followed Murtur with a smile and a nod. It was not difficult really, and he remembered just how hard being a Weyrling had been, at least for him since he had not been one for much physical labor before that time. B'tron began to whistle until he found the boy beside him asking him a question.

He ceased whistling and answered, "It's fun enough, sometimes it can be a might bit monotonous with the scenery being the same. You'll have to tell me what you think of it once we do. And you could tell me how you like going between as well." B'tron smiled as he spoke and looked back to the direction they were heading.

It looked like they were at Murtur's house already. It was not terribly hard to find considering that only a Smith's dwelling would have a shop nearby. "That's it, right? We best be getting along, don't you think?" B'tron asked after pointing out the house he guessed at.

[Edward]

A simple answer had been given as the two of them neared Murtur's house. The rider went about and guessed which one was his house and not to much surprise had guessed correctly. "Yes, sir. That is my home. It won't take me long." Murtur took off with one of the barrels and would return to take the other from the rider. A few minutes passed as he spoke with both his parents and gathered 'things' to take with him on his journey to the weyr. After the time passed, Murtur walked back outside. Bag in hand, he was ready to leave. He still did, however, have a question to ask the rider. "Earlier you mentioned going 'between.' What is that?" The question was simple and Murtur had waited for his answer, though he would continue to follow the rider to where ever they had to go next.

[shouriko]

Indeed, B'tron was just as good as Aeryth when it came down to simple intuition, though he earnestly didn't think it was all that impressive. Anyone could just simply pass it off as a simple guess and let it go at that and that alone. He never bothered with it. He just placed the barrow where it was and stood aside, gazing back out in the direction that he knew his beloved green was. She was quiet and that was good, that meant she was having a good time with just enough attention for her miniature ego, but not enough to overwhelem and agitate her.

When Murtur returned, bag in tow, B'tron quickly set the pace on their return jaunt. Aeryth would be happy to see them, it meant that they could bring another potential rider back to the Weyr.

"Ah, between, I thought you'd ask about it after I mentioned it. Not everyone knows, but it is the most efficient mode of transportation that dragons offer, of course they usually fly when they do." B'tron began his explanation on just what it meant to go between. "The rider thinks of a place and firmly plants the image, as accurate as possible, into their dragon's mind. The dragon then uses that image to get them to that place from whereever they are. You go into a very dark, very cold, forbiding place that no one knows much about except that if you get lost or trapped there, you are lost forever. It is where dragons go when they die." He explained.

By now they were at the end of the shop stalls and he took a left turn to an opening where Aeryth lounged. She raised her head and looked at Murtur. Good, you got the right one. She said to B'tron.

But of course I did, have you no faith in me my darling? B'tron asked with a smile, "And this is Aeryth. You ready to go? No second thoughts?"