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Post by Jai'byrd on May 21, 2011 10:25:20 GMT -5
The wind whistled around Tsanten's ears as he rode Sylwanin with four other Omaticaya and their Ikran through the cerulean skies. Earlier he had been so excited during the days that led up to this trip as he had been selected to accompany the traders with the weaver's goods to visit a neighboring Clan - this time the Tultxayo - and help learn the fine art of trading and bartering. Tsanten had never been outside of Omaticaya territory before, well, okay, not entirely true as he had been to the mountains to find his Ikran, which was technically outside of Omaticaya territory as it was considered a neutral area between the Clans, but still! This was so exciting!
For the days leading up to the excursion, the other weavers had been teaching him what to look for, how much their work was worth and what they wanted from the Horse Clan as they had access to things that the Omaticaya couldn't get in their own territory. It was so much to learn, but it made Tsanten feel like he was floating away in happiness as to be considered important enough to be sent.
The group had started out early, before the majority of the Clan had awoken, in the cool, moisture-laden air of the pre-dawn. Their saddles were covered in bags full of tapestries and other finely woven cloth that could only come from the Omaticaya as well as a few odd items that only grew in the jungles that those of the plains found irresistible. The Ikrans picked up on their owners' excitement, especially Sylwanin, who nipped at Tsanten playfully as he checked all her gear for the 100th time. They took off quickly after that and the long journey through the skies began as Tsanten watched how jungle blurred into forest, into scrub and then gave way to the seemingly endless sea of grasses that was the plains.
The scent of the air had changed, and it was warmer, even while sailing through the air as they had flown for most of the day and by the time they had reached the Tultxayo camp, it was twilight. Their Ikran were tired, Tsanten could feel how Sylwanin was laboring beneath him thanks to their bond, but when she spotted the camp, she seemed to gain a second wind as the whole group landed.
Finally, they were here! Tsanten couldn't help grinning like a love-struck idiot.
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Post by shinska on May 21, 2011 14:23:59 GMT -5
Ina't had been busy inside her tent where some of her own traders were discussing business with her. The young woman then heard a shriek from Zetey, "It sounds like the Omaticaya traders are here." She said to her own traders. The woman left her tent with the four traders behind her. Ina't watched as her people came out of their tents and began chattering excitedly at what the Omaticayan people brought this time.
Ina't smiled. This was her first trade as the solo leader. The last one was with her father. She looked over at him and he smiled encouragingly at her. Ina't stepped forward to one of the Blue Flute Clan. One of them was new and Ina't was interested in meeting him. She stepped forward and said, "Welcome to our camp. You may rest and relax before we trade." She ordered food and drinks to be brought to the Omaticayans for she was sure they were exhausted.
Ina't then began to look over the things that the other Clan had brought. She saw some things that they were in need of and would trade anything for. As she looked over the trade goods she found she was moving closer and closer to the young man she had not seen before. Finally she was next to him and she said, "Your new at trading aren't you?" She asked gently.
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Post by Jai'byrd on May 23, 2011 8:37:07 GMT -5
It was a welcome relief to finally have arrived as the Tultxayo emerged from their tents to greet the Omaticayans. An important looking female that Tsanten guessed was their Tsahik ordered food and drinks to the brought to them, which Tsanten gratefully accepted, but not before he had seen to his Ikran getting watered first, Sylwanin had done all the work in getting him here after all. The younger male delighted in seeing how those of the other Clan looked and acted, he was already memorizing what they wore and what patterns they seemed to favor - things he might replicate back on his own loom in the jungle.
"Your new at trading aren't you?"
A female voice broke him out of staring like a slack-jawed idiot at the Clan, into staring like a slack-jawed idiot at her. It was the female who had ordered the food and drinks for them, wearing lavender-hued clothing and intricate bead-work that seemed to be a step above everyone else's. So this was their Tsahik then, and so young! He was so used to the Omaticayan Tsahik Kilvan'mawey who was older than old, thus he always associated being Tsahik with being old as Kilvan'mawey had always seemed aged to him for as long as he lived in the Clan...
Finally he remembered his manners, "Oel ngati kameie Tsahik!" he said as he touched his forehead in the traditional greeting among the Na'vi.
"Uh, yes, yes I am new this season. I just earned my right as a Master Weaver just this past season... W-would you like to see my work Tsahik?"
With that he gestured toward Sylwanin's saddle bags...
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Post by shinska on May 28, 2011 21:13:11 GMT -5
Ina't smiled at the young man and waved a hand. "Please call me Ina't." She then nodded, "Yes I would like to see what you have." This was her first Trade as solo leader of the Tultxayo and Ina't was very excited. Her own traders came out with what they would trade with the Omaticayan people. The young woman was excited and she couldn't wait to see what the newest Omaticayan trader had for them.
The woman felt like she had something in common with the young man. Both were new to their roles and both wanted to do a good job. "May I ask your name? As you know I am Ina't, Tsahik of the Tultxayo Clan, but I do not know your name young trader." She smiled at him. The poor man seemed really nervous around her. It was most likely due to her role within the Clan. Ina't still found it rather intemidating herself, but she learned to deal with with and move on.
Being Tsahik meant a lot of responsibility. Ina't wanted to do well with her Clan and she wanted to lead it well. The woman didn't want to fail her Clan. She turned to her father who was watching from a distance. The aging Tultxayo man nodded once to her before returning to his tent. This was hers and hers alone. She no longer needed him and she would soon find her Olo'eyktan. With a smile Ina't turned back to the man she was talking with.
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Post by Jai'byrd on May 29, 2011 20:55:45 GMT -5
"Oh, yes, heh," Tsanten sputtered a bit as he realized he hadn't introduced himself very well, "My name is Tsanten."
He blushed a bit as it was unusual for him to have the sole attention of a lovely female such as Ina't, let alone the Tsahik of a whole Clan. Quickly remembering himself, he nearly tore the packs off of his Ikran, who grunted and looked at him a bit annoyed. All the while he smiled like a love-struck idiot as he finally produced the promised fabrics and tapestries that were made by his own hand.
Tsanten favored a dying process that had his colors blend into each other, something that if a Sky Person would see it would say it was rather like tie-dye, with colors that compliments each other instead of loudly contrasting. His tapestries on the other hand showed amazingly detailed scenes from jugle life, nantangs stalking a yerik, ikrans of different colors flying through the floating Ayram alusìng, a tribal scene of the Omaticaya dancing...
"I-I hope these please you," he stumbled over himself a bit, "I mean... well I... yeah."
He blushed again and shrugged sheepishly.
nantangs - viperwolves
yerik - Hexepede
Ayram alusìng - Hallelujah Mountains
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Post by Mandy on May 29, 2011 23:01:11 GMT -5
Pxi'nari was no trader. She did not weave, or make music or partook in any craft-making that many women tended to do. But that did not mean she didn't care to observe those who did.
The spry female hunter had been at it again, goofing off with some of the youngsters who were still too young to ride near one of the small pa'li herds. Children sometimes happened to be up earlier than their parents and Pxi'nari was one who didn't mind tending to them as their families made ready for the day by going over to the fires, preparing food and discuss the rest of the day's plans. Today was a special one, she soon learned. The Omaticaya traders finally made it to the Home Camp and the newly appointed tsahìk, Ina't, was there to greet them along with their own traders as well. It was somewhat of a thrilling sight to see their ikran glide in on the wind and settle down some ways before taking some of their wares to show later as they were offered a place to rest after their long journey.
Shooing some of the children away and back to the tents of their parents Pxi'nari took a chance at seeing what the Omaticaya had to offer even if she seemingly had nothing to give or to do with such an event. After all, such business was left to those who were given such a responsibility! She was no such Na'vi assigned to trade with outsiders...but that didn't mean she couldn't take a look! Squatting by one of the fires she took a strung up piece of freshly cooked meat and bit upon it before turning and watching the display of finely woven textile that was distinctly Omaticaya in design. Ina't was there with another, a male, who was grinning and blushing like a fool and trying not to appear as such either. Ha! It would be so easy to make fun of him, but not with the tsahìk right there; Pxi'nari wasn't that foolhardy...it was too early in the day for that just yet.
The next moment the male Omaticaya trader could manage to look up from his textile and look about he would no doubt find an amused plains woman, chomping on a piece of food while staring at the entire scene with them and the other traders.
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Post by shinska on Jun 7, 2011 22:19:15 GMT -5
Ina't was impressed. The tapestries and fabrics. She was a little amused that the young Omaticayan was rushing to impress her. "Slow down. Your fabrics and tapestries are very lovely, but one thing you should learn is how to slow down." A smile lit her face and from the corner of one eye she saw one of her more... mischievious Clanmates. Ina't turned and said, "Pxi'nari would you like to come over and admire what the traders brought us?"
The young Tsahik had to be kind to her entire tribe as well as the others. Pxi'nari was one of the more troublesome of the Tultxayo. but Ina't was willing to learn more about the other woman and hopefully become friends with her. Ina't turned back to the young trader and saw that some of her tribe was seeing to the Ikrane. Another smile played on Ina't's face. She remembered when she first met her Ikrane. The female was extremely deadly and Ina't almost didn't get the chance to make the bond complete.
One thing Ina't noticed was that the younger male was very good looking, but as Tsahik she had no say in who her mate should be not unless a male stepped forward to become the Olo'eyktan of the Tultxayo Clan. She also wondered how the young trader male thought of her besides as Tsahik.
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Post by Jai'byrd on Jun 9, 2011 10:16:19 GMT -5
Tsanten scratched the back of his head nervously, "Um, sorry," he hadn't realized he was going to fast, or at least, it didn't seem that way to him.
His ears drooped a bit and his crooked tail fell as well as he seemed rather deflated now. Mother was right, here he was screwing everything up again... Thus he shut up and just stood there quietly like a child that had just been reprimanded. What else was there to say exactly, he wasn't about to contradict anyone here, let alone the Tsahik of this Clan.
Someone came up and offered him a cup of something to drink and he took it gratefully and made proper thanks. Raising the cup to his lips, he drank deeply, thankful that he now had something else to do with his hands and stick in his mouth to prevent him from doing something insanely stupid for the time being. He was more nervous than a yerik that was about to get eaten by a palulukan... its about what he felt like he was facing in his mind's eye right now.
"Pxi'nari would you like to come over and admire what the traders brought us?"
He turned his head s-l-o-w-l-y so not to make the same mistake twice as he kept the cup to his lips to see who the Tsahik was speaking to. There was another female sitting near a campfire, eating with some interesting facial piercings and a twinkle in her eye and hinted of mischief, and he knew that look as he knew some people back in the Omaticaya with the exact same glimmer in their eyes. He nearly choked on what he was drinking as he semi-panicked again...
palulukan = Thanator
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