The Beginnings of a Beautiful Relationship

Writers: Clancey, Emma, Paula
Date Posted: 31st January 2006

Characters: Alrog, Fieayz, Daynar
Description: Alrog's flit stirrs trouble in smithcraft hall.
Location: Smith Hall (NPC)
Date: month 10, day 3 of Turn 3

Alrog stood middle of the corridor, trying to lure a small blue flit to land, so he could check what it was carrying. Lapis had appeared from nowhere, carrying something shining. Well knowing his blue's tendency to collect pretty, shiny things, he wanted to get the object and maybe track down it's owner. Things like ownership didn't have a meaning for a flit.

Finally Lapis landed on his shoulder and Alrog snatched the item from his claw. A piece of meat distracted him so he didn't even notice he lost his treasure.

"Looks like a hairpin. A silver one," he turned it in his hands.

Fieayz had noticed the small blue flit, just before the hairpin had been snatched. "Why you!" she called after him as he disappeared. "I'll get Arva to come after you!"

Alrog started to walk around, looking for the hairpin's owner. He deducted it belonged to a woman or a girl, which meant the family quarters, since female apprentices weren't allowed no longer. Unfortunately he was less familiar with that part of the hall and soon got lost.

Sensing her mistress wanted something the gold soon appeared to Fieayz. "That dratted blue," she muttered, giving Arva a picture from her mind. It wasn't clear, but she was sure that the little gold had got the idea.
"See if you can find him and get the clip back, it was Mama's."

It was Alrog's poor luck that at just that moment, Daynar walked from his large rooms at the end of the family section of the Hall.

Daynar came down the hall apace, then stood and stared. It was the Holder from nearby Iron Lake. But what he was doing here at the Crafthall was secondary to what he had with him. Because Alrog wasn't an apprentice or affiliated with the Smith Hall in any way, Daynar did not turn completely purple. He did, however, turn red enough to startle and said in clipped tones to the man. "Have you no courtesy, Holder Alrog? There are _NO_ fire lizards allowed in my halls, even on the shoulders of their owners. ESPECIALLY not there. They attack anything that moves or even raises their voice!! Send him away NOW. And what are you doing wandering about in my family's section? Looking for me?" The bluster continued in the Hallmaster's voice. In his mind, he outranked Alrog, though not by much.

Lapis Lazul dug his claws to Alrog's shoulder padding and hissed at the Hallmaster. Alrog was just staring, his mouth agape. This was not the reaction he had expected. He closed his mouth with a snap, feeling his temper rising.

"Pardon me, sir," the young man said with cold voice. "I'm just trying to locate the owner of this hairpin and I was not aware of any restrictions concerning firelizards."

At that moment, Arva chose to appear. Chittering she scolded the blue, recognising the clip as belonging to Fieayz.

The angry gold was too much for the poor blue. He took to air and disappered with small pop-sound.

"This is my Hall, not your's, so you should have been learning the rules, shouldn't you? There are no fire lizards allowed in these halls! They attack innocent people for no reason." Daynar turned his angry eyes on the gold and yelled, "FIEAYZ!! GET YOUR SCORCHING FLIT OUT OF MY HALL!!"

"Really," Alrog said, "hasn't your mother taught you that yelling at people is bad manners?" The cold, sarcastic tone of voice he had learned from his mother, who was master of remarks like that.

Shards! This was the last thing she wanted to happen, thought Fieayz as she finally caught up with Arva. The Hallmaster looked beyond angry, almost into inchoherence with rage. "Arva, come!" she called, holding out an arm to the gold.

Alrog turned to the girl. Young woman actually. "If that was your gold chasing my blue, then you might recognize this," he said and showed the hairpin.

Fieayz took it, "Yes, yes, It's mine."

"Then I'm pleased to know it found it's rightful owner. I apologize for the trouble my flit caused you."

"It's not a problem, honestly, I have it back now."

"Oh, don't try to tell me he's not going to give you some trouble," Alrog said quietly and gestured towards the angry hallmaster.

"Didn't your mother teach _you_ that trying to rule in another man's Hall is worse than bad manners? Not too bright are you? This is MY Hall. I yell when I choose. You need to mind your manners, Alrog, or you will be asked to leave MY Hall. In fact, why don't you? Leave." He was not shouting now, but he was clearly on the verge of a killing anger. No one spoke to him that way in his OWN HALL. NO ONE.

Ignoring Alrog from that point on, he turned to Fieayz. "You, however, do know better than that, Fieayz. You and Arva get to your room NOW. I don't want to see her again in the Halls without you. Or I'm sending you back to your father." He did not have to yell at her now; she was standing a few handspans away.

Fieayz was tempted to stay, the holder was quite good looking and seemed really nice. But angering Daynar and being sent home in disgrace... Not a thing she was willing to risk. She gave the holder a quick smile, as if
to apologise for Daynar. Then she left, abruptly.

Alrog bowed to the girl and then he bowed to the hallmaster. "I'm leaving, Hallmaster Daynar," he said. He pondered if he should point out that Iron Lake was one of the major iron producers of the area. But he
decided the hallmaster would have to find it out himself, while he was going to halt his deliveries for the smith hall. He left the hallmaster's company with quick strides, grim look on his face. NO ONE treated him like that. Like he was some errant apprentice.

Daynar stalked away from the pair of them, grumbling to himself. Idiot boy! He was barely old enough to Hold on his own! Daynar realized they had much trade with the Holder, but he had trade with lots of small holds in the area. In addition, he made a mental note to put any finished goods for Iron Lake on the bottom of the list of the huge number of projects Smithhall always had going on. No one talked to him that way!

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