Political Missions [Open]

[Esko]

The air was, to put it simply, absolutely foul. A putrid stench of fish alongside the extra weight of salted air made for quite the heavy-hitting combination of uncomfortability.

"Perfect." Huvari whispered to himself, although the proximity of his loyal guard made him an unintentional audience. "She would never allow herself to live in a place like this."

"She?" The single word sounded much like a grunt from the tall, bearded man. Clad in armor and with a sword a man of his occupation could wield, Huvari felt very safe indeed. But, he was blissfully unaware of the precise mindworkings of his parents.

"My mother. Didn't you notice? The only reason she encouraged me coming here was so she could live through my Lordship. As if she has given me a reason to not forbid her from stepping foot on Mavrosi shores. But I believe the stench of this place would cause her to welcome the sea's deadly embrace without a second thought." Hopefully one day, Devor could stop looking so shocked that a son could speak in such a manner about his mother. He came from a common family with many brothers, but those sorts of parents still had the time to provide affection in oodles. That wasn't something Huvari concerned himself with. What mattered was that this place was thoroughly Shumara-proofed.

"Well!" Huvari clapped once, and in a stride headed towards the ladder that would lead him to sweet, sweet land. "I am not here for simple retreat from Olivine. Surely there is someone here who directs the candidates for Lord; we must find such a man and make our stay." Without another word he descended the ladder and landed on the creaky dock, Devor following less gracefully behind. With that, the duo walked onward. Huvari mulled over the beginnings of a strategy while taking in the scenery. What a...humble little Hold. If he remembered correctly, Mavrosi lands held a coveted prize in abundance- the redwood forests. A material that the Mirranese instantly climaxed at the thought of possessing. A pretty little material that could potentially be advertised to the rest of Pern. He wondered how many of the other men would bend over backwards making empty promises to the Mavrosi. Likely, many of them would promise an end to piracy without the means to such an end.

Economics. Mavros had to be made liveable first. Mavrosi seemed to be a staunch and proud people, rather unwilling to accept much aid from the rest of Pern. He had to play to that pride, but also give them a tangible plan to look forward to. Any empty promises made by others would mean nothing without action promised as well. And Huvari was determined to blow anybody else out of the water.

[tovaana]

Lo’qui :: Bronze Jarath

It was definitely a change in pace being at Mavros. He was surprised how much he liked the atmosphere of the smaller weyr, getting to know its struggles and what they did so much better… well, seemed to be anyways. At least bronzeriders were dealt with respect. A’zael had delegated tasks to him and it had surprised him that the Weyrleader actually wanted him there. It seemed silly, but he’d been used to /not/ being wanted that he didn’t much know otherwise. He had even been put in the Weyrleader’s wing – whether to keep him close or whatever his motives had been, Lo’qui had really enjoyed getting to know the unique wing. The fresher scars on both he and Jarath were fading and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone so long without getting hit with thread from one reason or another that had nothing to do with him or his dragon’s abilities.

He stood at the docks in his riding gear, glancing at the boats in the harbor – but paying particular attention to the one that had just arrived. The current task he’d been given was to welcome and accommodate one of the Lord Holder candidates that was to arrive that day according to correspondence. He stood there tall and stiffly, eying a younger man that stood among the sailors that wandered the docks. He was tall for a guy, but still maybe a half foot shorter than Lo’qui – but it was the way he held himself and his clothes that gave him away… and the fact that someone lingered by him, a guard? He had spent a lot of time at other holds, but he had never really understood the Lord Holder families, since he had spent much of his time with the “lesser” people.

“He stepped forward when the man neared. “Lord Candidate Huvari.” He said in greeting, assuming rather than asking if he was right in his assumption. It did backfire on occasion when he was wrong, but those sorts of mistakes didn’t concern him… though he was being trusted by A’zael on the errand, so perhaps he should play it safer than sorrier… Ah, well.

“I am Lo’qui. I’m here to escort you to your quarters. Show you around Mavros as well, if you’d like.” He had time. It was nice when he had roped his children into helping him clean Jarath – it took hours even with their help. Speaking of which… Lo’qui grinned, more at his dragon than at the lad, which… he did seem young despite the stuff he was growing on his face. 'Get the kids to start sanding you down by the lake or on the beach- I'll join when I can.'

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