Vhenkam's Search [Weyr] [Stats] [Search] [Hatchling] [Weyrling] [Adult] [Dawn Sisters Weyr] The needle whipped in and out of the cream-colored cloth, blue thread almost seeming to fly at the opposite end.  Vhenkam stopped for a moment, letting the needle hang in midair from the string, pleased to see that the picture was turning out the way that he wanted it.  Firelizards embroidered on something almost always seemed to catch someone's attention, and that Jr. Journeyman Quilnet did need some help. Quilnet could only make bolts of cloth, and although they were of the highest quality, it was slightly embaressing for him.  So Vhenkam had teamed up with the Journeyman, and he embroidered for 25% of the profits on the materials.  "I think that's ready," He said to himself, tying a knot as closely as he could to the cloth, then biting the string to get the needle off.  "There!" He walked quickly back into the dining hall, where Quilnet was sitting.  "Hey, do you think that's good enough?" He asked, handing the dishcloth out to the Journeyman, fingering his sandy hair.  At that point Vhenkam decided that he needed to cut his hair again, for it was getting too long to be managable.  He didn't know how those girls with long hair managed to keep it brushed every day. "I don't konw, Vhenkam, it's..." Quilnet trailed off at Vhenkam's stern look.  "It's fine, never mind.  You're right, it will help it sell." Vhenkam was extrmemely happy that he'd been right, and he earned an eighth of a mark the next gather, just from that cloth. Walking amongst the stalls, he wondered about how he could spend this.  He could save it up with the money that he had, and that would make it to where he had just over two marks, or he could spend it on something frivilous...  Save, he decided. Fingering the small leather pouch at his left, Vhenkam dropped the eight mark into it, then pulled out the tiny handkercheif that he'd embroidered with a complex scene- a golden firelizard spiraling down with a bronze after a mating  flight, while the other bronzes and browns hovered in midair.  It had taken him a long time, and could fetch a fine price.  He, however, was only interested in getting some bubbly pies. Tapping a man on the shoulder whom he presumed to be a farmer, Vhenkam inquired, "Could you please tell me where I could buy some bubbly pies?  I seem to be lo..." He trailed off in amzement as the man turned around, revealing the shoulderknots of a bluerider.  "I...  I'm sorry," Vhenkam stuttered.  "I didn't realize that you were a bluerider." Before the man could reply, Vhenkam had rushed off in embaressment, kicking himself repeatedly for not looking at the knots of the bluerider before speaking to him.  That had been extremely embaressing, and he was ready to go back to the CraftHall. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "Vhenkam, get down here!" The Headwoman shouted, and Vhenkam groaned.  This was probably about the bluerider earlier today... And, indeed, whenever he walked down, the bluerider was standing next to the Headwoman, who had an amzed look on her face.  "I...  I'm really sorry sir, that I bothered you, and..." He trailed off, afraid that he was going to be punished.  For what, though?  Speaking to a bluerider?  Okay, he admitted to himself, he'd gotten scared and run off, but he had't really done anything that should of annoyed the rider. The Headwoman laughed slightly.  "Why don't you explain?" She asked the bluerider, stepping aside to allow him to stand closer to Vhenkam. "The golden Persepith, caught by the brown Charibdith, has laid a lovely clutch of 11 on the sands.  We're looking for Candidates, and my blue, Sylth, thought that you might make a good one.  Would you like to go?" Vhenkam's breath caught in his thraot.  Just like almost everyone else on Pern, he'd always dreamed of being Searched and possilby Impressing.  "Of course I'd like to go!" He said, smiling.  "Although I do need to get something to eat first," Vhenkam added as his stomach rumbled slightly.