Fish Out Of Water [Srunae]

[Rhush]

Srunae :: Gold Danovelith

Srunae's gaze flitted back to the eggs as Treyjen seemed to respond with some indignity in his voice, as if she had just insulted his new toy. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she listened to his counteroffer... which was lower than she had initially offered. Yes, Srunae had in fact, meant 3 marks per egg, in her previous offer, but the still somewhat hungover pirate had misconstrued her accidental omission of per egg as 3 marks for the entire clutch. Srunae did well to leave her gaze upon the eggs, as her thoughtful look could easily explain the slight narrowing of her eyes as she considered whether or not to correct the man's folly.

On one hand, the goldweyrling was an honest person at heart; she didn't much like to lie to people, nor did she tend to like to shortchange people, but on the other hand the strapping Captain was right - these eggs could easily hatch into something nefarious, ranging from venomous tunnelsnakes to spiney-leg wherry hatchlings, to something completely non-interesting, such as shore-avians or shellfins or something that, while adorable, was not worth bringing to the attention of the weyrwoman. After a moment, the beastcrafter, her eyes still on the eggs, came back once again with a counteroffer.

"Hmmm... How about one and a quarter mark for each?" Alright, so even sunny little Srunae had a dark side... though she did wonder somewhere in the back of her mind if the Captain had been aware of her taking advantage of his... misunderstanding, if he would be less inclined to deal with her in the future. She pushed that thought away in favor of an amusing little comment her mother had made many fortnights ago.

Haggling isn't a business that is kind to those who don't pay attention.

[Zen]

Treyjen

He watched her as she considered his counter. Had a smile hinted at her lips? His brow raised slightly, unsure if he'd seen correctly.... Had he missed something? Hm. Normally, he would dwell on it for longer, he would puzzle over it, for every little facial quirk could be a sign to be used during negotiations. Normally, he wouldn't dismiss it after a few moments as nothing. Normally... he did not barter while drunk.

She made her own counter offer, and he scratched his chin thoughtfully, considering the amount. It was over twice what he believed to be her initial offer. But Treyjen was not a man who gave up easily, “Tell you what. I could counter you with a mark and three quarters each, but shall we save us both a bit of time and just get right to meeting in the middle at a mark and half instead? Nine marks for six eggs.”

That seemed fair enough to him. Nine marks for a chance find, he could be satisfied with that. It was no small amount, considering neither of them knew what these things even were. And that's rather where he was at a disadvantage when it came to bartering for them. Oh, he could very well spin them into some fantastic find, to the right person, but the fact remained that he did not have a whole lot of time to find a proper buyer, as according to Srunae the eggs should be hatching any day.

“If they turn out to be something new and interesting, I'll even let you get all the credit for their discovery so you can add another species to your list,” he grinned, teasing, referencing her previous ridiculous self-given title. It wasn't as though 'discoverer of lost species' was a title Treyjen cared to take for himself. In reality, it had been Umbregel's little Blue that had found the eggs anyway. One would have thought the Blue had laid them himself if they didn't know any better, the way he'd hovered over them.

[Rhush]

Srunae :: Gold Danovelith

The goldweyrling chuckled and glanced up at Treyjen, rising out of her kneeling before the box of eggs. "Ohhh, I suppose I can work with a mark and a half," She conceded, feigning being put out by the man’s offer. In truth Srunae was pretty content with a mark and a half per egg – it was about half of her initial offer, and certainly less straining on her coin stash. She didn’t get paid much as a weyrling, but her work in between as a beastcrafter did warrant her some coin off and on – partially because the man in charge of the beast pens would practically have a heart attack each time she tried to tell him he needn’t pay her and partially because the owners of some runners liked to sneak her tips after she’d worked with their mounts. The joys of under the table work.

Srunae laughed outright at Treyjen’s next comment as she dusted her clothes off, smoothing down her shirt. "Oh yes, I am the-" She posed for some dramatic flair, her eyes glinting with mischief, "Discoverer of lost species, after all!" The beastcrafter grinned in turn at Treyjen. "I have to keep finding new ones, lest I lose my most glamorous of titles." She broke her pose and stretched with a laugh, loosening the kinks in her back from kneeling over the eggs for so long. She paused mid-stretch and eyed him for a moment before a new, dark grin spread over her face. "I don’t imagine I could… convince you to assist me with carrying these back to my weyr?" He could take that however he desired, especially if it meant he would help her haul the crate full of eggs off the boat.

Of course, she had to pay for them first… and as if on cue her burly brown firelizard, Zoom, popped out of between to her left, his paws wrapped around a small, dark brown leather pouch. "Zoom! Good timing." She sent her ‘lizard a wave of affection and pride and the sandy brown male practically preened mid-air. She reached out an arm and the firelizard alighted up on it, then moved to settle onto her shoulder, his tail wrapping around her neck. She opened her right palm beneath the little creature’s paws and he obediently dropped his delivered package into her hand. "Thank you," She said cheerily, and Zoom warbled brightly in response, watching with interest. The soft pouch jingled faintly with the sound of coins clinking against one another as Srunae opened the drawstring and began counting.

"Let’s see… Nine marks, yes?" She pulled out a handful of coins and counted out nine of them, returning the extra couple back to the slightly lighter coin purse. "Here you are, Captain," Srunae said brightly, holding out the hand full of marks for Treyjen to take as she gave the pouch back to Zoom with her free hand and gave him a quick scratch over the head. The little brown accepted the bag without complaint, more interested in the scratching than anything else for a moment. Srunae gave him his orders to return the pouch back to where he had found it and he lumbered off her shoulder, tail trailing, before jumping into the air and popping back between again. She would have to remember to bring him an extra bit of meat tonight.