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 Mask Maker, SU:18 {Mask Making Festivities For All}
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 Posted: Feb 5 2018, 10:48 PM
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The quiet buzz of holiday preparations was moving through the Weyr, charging the air with a light-hearted excitement that hadn’t been felt since before the Expedition. A light, early-morning drizzle had threatened their fun, but early Summer is a labile season, and by noon the clouds had given way to sunshine and only a small nip of welcome coolness to the air. Tables and small booths were popping up in the Bowl, clustered like brightly-colored fungus sprouting after the rain, and already the firelizards were getting into… just, everything, surprising absolutely no one.

In anticipation of Dalibor’s Moon Masque celebration one sevenday hence, a few industrious Traders and Holdfolk were setting up temporary shops offering masks for sale, each booth more colorful and fantastic than the last. Leather masks resembling dragons of all colors, complete with fish-bone teeth and intricately spiraled headknobs. Papier-mâché masks in abstract, curving shapes—huge hooked noses, feathered eyebrows, comical ears, simple and sleek designs meant to add mystery and all of mystery’s allure. Delicate clay masks glazed to a mirror-smooth finish, some painted with scenes from well-loved Harper’s poems, flights of firelizards, coiling tunnelsnakes, baying Icehowlers. There would be something for everyone, so long as they didn’t mind parting with a few marks! And of course there was the usual procession of bubbly pies, sugary sweets—many decorated with hearts or other signs of affection, as easily made into a sweet gift as to be devoured by the purchaser—and blank goldentines, with at least one illustrious scribe offering his calligraphy skills to fill them.

To one side of the booths several long tables had been set up by the Weyr’s own residents, upon which there were piles of craft supplies for those who wished to make their own masks. The activity was clearly for the benefit of the crechebrats in particular, given the number of crecheworkers and associated Daliborians who were patrolling the tables with sharp eyes on the little ones, but all were welcome to join in the festivities. Anyone who approached the table would be filled in by a crecheworker or ‘brat: making your own mask was encouraged, as was accepting them as gifts from the busy crechebrats, who were clearly making far too many for just themselves. One was clearly making a mask too large for any human, purposefully sized instead for a smallish dragon’s head, though by the furtive way he was looking around he had not decided which smallish dragon. A few had already set aside their most elaborate creations for themselves—they were repeatedly reminded by crecheworkers that they could wear them later in the Creche, but that they would have to be put away when playtime was over. No such lecture for the Riders, Handlers, Candidates or Weyrfolk, who were big kids now and likely had their own superiors to answer to for any shenanigans.

[OOC: All are welcome to join in! This is happening one IC week before Moon Masque. The crechebrats are making masks for anyone who would like one, including dragons and whers! Traders and industrious Holdfolk are also selling masks and related sundries, or you can join the crechebrats at the crafting tables and make your own.]


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Having been chased out of the infirmary by his teacher, with a call to go enjoy himself with the booths, Ismat frowned as he debated on if all healers were insane. If so, he wasn't sure if he needed to change his position or just accept his inevitable madness. His father was the worst of the lot. Thankfully, his baby sister was going to be a weaver instead of a healer.

Running his hands through his hair, making a note to cut it here soon, Ismat went walking. He eyed the booths, not sure if he wanted to get into the middle of that. There was a pause, and he finally decided to take the plunge and go walking.

Didn't have many marks, but his father had made sure that he had -some-. The man was insane, but he did love his kids, and tried his best to help. The best thing that Ismat could think to spend them was on presents for his sisters.

With that in mind, he sucked in a breath, as if he was about to dunk himself in cold water, then started forward. It didn’t take long to find one for Ina, which was the same shade as her dragon. Sinma was harder. She had a very exacting idea of what she liked, and he could admit, he was horrible at picking out stuff she’d approve of. Though he also knew she’d love anything he sent, but he wanted her to like it as well.


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They wouldn't even be allowed to wear the masks and they were being forced to make them for other people. Peiyn dropped his mask to the table with his head resting in his hand. He could see one of the Weyrbrats looked to be making a mask for a dragon head. Briefly he thought of how large one would have to be to fit on Couineth's fat head and his frown became less pronounced at the thought. Then he sighed again as a crecheworker came over to check on how his work was going.
"Peiyn, are you making your mask for anyone in particular?" Naanell asked politely.
"There's no one except Rayiet to make a mask for and we can't wear them except in the creche so it wouldn't even be seen."
Naanell smiled patiently at him, a smile that somewhat infuriated the Weyrbrat.
"No, you can't wear them at the event." She agreed, "I guess it would be hard to make one that got picked by a total stranger especially given that there are all these traders and crafters around whose work is pretty impressive."

He watched her with narrowed eyes as she shrugged and walked away. Was she suggesting that he wouldn't be able to make a good mask? The glare became somewhat determined as he grabbed some paint and began painting another mask. He'd create the best darn mask in this sharding place if it took him all day.

"Hand me some of that shiny, sparkly stuff," Peiyn demanded of the person next to him and once he received it proceeded to throw it liberally on the mask. People liked sparkly things, didn't they?


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Hilrat wasn’t the most creative of the Weyrbrats that called Dalibor Weyr their home as far as the nine turn old knew anyways but he wasn’t about to miss out on making a mask for himself. Of course his parents and his younger siblings were there, along with their respective firelizards and pillies, well minus Yerina and Morrier with the Bronze trying to keep the Yellow from causing too much trouble. Hicate and Yissi were wandering together not far from Hilrat, with the turn old leading the way for the Blue though it wasn’t constant with the young pillie matching pace or getting ahead at times. Hilrat made his way to the tables that were more geared towards the children of the Weyr with Minayra following close behind though he didn’t really pay much attention to his sister at that moment.

M’rat watched the two for a moment before Hilminay told him that she would watch the two along with the youngest of his three children that he knew of at least with the understanding that he would come to switch out with her later. The Blue rider strode over to the already made section of masks, he wasn’t that big on flashy items or spend a whole lot of marks in a relatively short amount of time without good reason skimming through the masks as he went.

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She had heard there were traders and crafters who were coming to make masks for people for the upcoming Moon Masque. Since she'd found the clutch of firelizard eggs that had seen her with an icehowler pup and the red firelizard on her shoulder--she'd kept one of the larger ones, but traded the largest ones and rest of the clutch to traders when she'd spotted two icehowler pups they'd been selling and fallen in love with the blue-grey and white one--she had seemed to have procured a small menagerie. Her elder sister had decided to transfer out, and Azaril had been heartbroken. She had promised, if she transferred, that she would stay put here at Dalibor until she became a Journeyman. She had her beloved runner, Thanatos, whom her sister had bought for her as a welcoming gift--and a bit of a bribe to come to Dalibor. Now she had Fenrisulfr--or Fenris--and Cereza. Yet she had also Impressed Alucard, her iron, earlier. It did not end there, however. Her parents, feeling she might be lonesome and wanting to cheer her up--without realizing she had procured an icehowler pup a mere few days prior--had gotten her a large, fluffy white female puppy. She'd named her Naga. Then, a sevenday later, that same puppy had come across a tiny, barely weaned ferret! It was too young to be alone and caring for itself, so, big-hearted as she was and falling for the cuteness of the little creature, Azaril had added Pabu to her small family of creatures. Now the girl had an icehowler, puppy, ferret, and two firelizards to look after. Cereza she'd had for long enough that the red would be at sexual maturity any time now. Perhaps having a flight, even. Alucard even longer. So at least there was not the demand of a young firelizard--and a red, who had been quite a handful and even now could still be--on top of the three young animals.

So it was that she entered the Weyr bowl with an entourage. The red and iron were too large to both fit on her shoulders, so Cereza lay across them. Pabu was carried, and Fenris and Naga were playfully snapping back and forth as they came behind her. She turned to the pair and smiled. It was nice that they played the way they did. Fenris was only three months of age, same as Naga. Yet he was gentle with her, even though he was a pup himself. She was so much smaller, even though as far as canine pups went...she was huge. She walked past the tables where the weyrbrats were working, and happened to overhear one of the little boy's discussing the masks with a woman who was clearly supervising. She paused, his words tugging at her heart. To be a child and want to wear masks and not being able to was no fun in and of itself. Yet to feel you were pointlessly making something that wouldn't even matter...that was worse. She bit her lower lip lightly. She'd envisioned herself in a pretty mask to go with the dress she had. There were ones with lace and pretty false gems--real ones were very expensive, and few could afford that--and feathers that were stunning. Still...what was important? Looking pretty, or making a child happy?

She clutched her marks in her hand, giving a longing look towards the vendors. Then she turned around, and walked over to where the little boy was working on a mask, and cleared her throat.

"Excuse me? I was told that there are masks I might buy here being made. I'm looking for a very special one, you see. It's my first time going to a Masque, so I wanted it to be just right. Do you think I could get you to make one for me?" She managed a hopeful smile, looking down at the weyrbrat with no betraying that she was anything less than one hundred percent hopeful and wanting nothing more than for him to agree.

Fenris stopped beside and a little behind her, but Naga was far more friendly and liked children. She ambled up to the boy on over-large paws, and sniffed his hand, giving it a few friendly licks. She was nothing short of a big, fluffy looking teddy-bear of a puppy, all of twelve sevendays or so and unbearably adorable--if one liked cute and fluffy canines, that was!




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She might have been only six years old--seven in a season!--but Rosian absolutely loved making anything crafty or artistic. She had spotted Hilrat and Peiyn at the table up ahead--two boys whom she knew, and was hoping to be her friends. She slid in beside Peiyn and across from Hilrat, just before a pretty apprentice came over with animals that made her eyes go wide. She had seen a few icehowlers, but never so up close! And they were just puppies, the icehowler and the canine! She, of course, did not come alone. She was never without her faithful guardian and protector, brass pillie Knight. Stitch was riding on his back, as per usual. The blue firelizard was now as big as a feline, and pretty heavy for a six turn old little girl to carry everywhere. Gin, her rosey, was in her breast pocket of her vest. Her mother, Roselle, had had the vest made for her, and she loved it because it meant Gin had a little pocket all his own two wear. She had a fur lined one in her winter jacket on the inside of it and the outside, and a comfy, soft-leather lined one on this one. She listened to the girl speaking to Peiyn and thought how lucky he was. She was awfully pretty, and she wanted a mask from him? Plus she had said buy. Wow, was Peiyn ever lucky! When she was done speaking, she smiled at Hilrat, too polite to interrupt the interaction between Peiyn and the apprentice, but very much itching to ask if she could pet her animals!

"Good morning, Hilrat," she greeted him, and then, head tilted curiously when she spotted someone making a mask that looked to be for a dragon, "who are you going to make masks for? I want to make one for Stitch, mommy and daddy, and I thought maybe Tserieth and Shirath as well. Those ones would have to be really big though," she speculated, nose scrunching up like it did when she was thinking hard on something. She wondered if she might employ the help of the other weyrbrats in that. Dragon heads were so big, that she wasn't sure she could do those ones on her own. Even making masks for her mother and father were going to take time. She wanted to surprise them, and do it just right. She also wouldn't have minded one for herself, but it wasn't the same. She could wear it to play around in, but not to the Moon Masque.

Now that she was seven in a season, her speech was no longer childish, the way it had been when she was five. She was growing up, that much was for certain. She was getting taller, though she was only of average height for her age, and there was nothing to say how tall she'd be when she got older. In three turns and a season, she'd be a candidate. She was excited for it, but not in a rush. She was a patient child, who wasn't in a hurry to grow up.




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It would be so soon that they were graduated. The seasons seemed to have flown by, kept busy with lessons and her green. Oath had grown beautifully, into the picture of what people imagined when they thought of beauty and dragons combined. Perfectly proportioned, a light, minty green with white in coloration, she was loveliness itself. Unlike the others who were making masks, she was among those selling today. Before becoming a weyrling, or even a candidate, she had been a jewelry crafter who made all kinds of jewelry and accessories. In her free time as a weyrling, she had kept up with it. Now, she was at her own crafter's table with a display of beautiful, intricately designed masks to sell. There was a sign that stated she would take commissions, but there was also a list on a parchment that was not indefinite in numbers. She could only make so many, and would not over-push herself so that the ones she did make were given equal time and consideration.

They are lovely. I am sure you will have no troubles selling them.

Oath had watched as she'd carefully made each mask, fascinated with the process. Feathers, lace, carefully fashioned thin metal, clay, shells, sparkles and glitter, colors of every kind, leather, dyes, false--and a few real!--gemstones, wood...the masks were so varied that no two were exactly alike. She had put a lot of work and thought into these masks, and some were inexpensive, while others were, due to materials used, a bit more costly.

"I should think so," Seiyr said, feeling confident that the green was right. She'd peeked at a few of the stalls, and so far as originality and beauty went, she prided hers on being top notch! There was something for everyone. Whether wild and mysterious, mystical and magical, or beautiful and refined, she had a display of all kinds. So, she waited hopefully, wondering if she'd sell mostly, or get commissions. While she sat there, she worked out some more designs on a piece of parchment, and added them to the pile of further examples that people could choose from if they wanted made as a commission when she was done. Now, to wait!

Oath, large as she was now, lay behind her. She'd chosen an end spot, so that the green might be near her. They had their own weyr, but Oath preferred to be in her company at all times, and not on their weyr ledge.
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Peiyn began liberally applying the shiny, powdery stuff to the mask. He wasn't really sure what it was and he wasn't inclined to ask but he thought it had been crushed up by someone. Perhaps they had been rocks at some point. Whatever. People liked shiny, sparkly things so he might as well throw it all on. Peiyn thought he was doing a rather marvellous job but in reality there were a few imperfections. The mask itself was a little misshapen as he had not moulded it perfectly and as he applied more and more 'sparkles', it became abundantly clear that whoever received the mask would be picking the sparkles out of their clothes for a few months.

Then he looked up, hands covered in the gold sparkles and frowned at the apprentice. Hah. Take that. He scowled a moment over at Naanell who was now helping another Weyrbrat with their mask. He turned his attention back to the woman who had approached him.
"I could make you a mask. Do you like this one so far?" He asked her, holding up the mask.

There was more he could add to the mask, for sure. There were some little polished glass beads of some kind on the table that might look nice and he thought he might be able to cut some patterns into the mask.
"I mean I think you could convince me to part with it."

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The Weyrbrat less than a turn from being eligible to being a Candidate gave a small smile in a response to the younger Weyrbrat sitting down on the opposite side of the bench. She didn’t say anything to him immediately though with her looking over at an Apprentice with a couple of Canines that Hilrat assumed to be a pair of Icehowlers which were just puppies. Yissi, and by extension Hicate, were drawn closer with the appearance of the Brass with the Pink being the first one to greet him. Meehee meehee meehee meehee meehee meehee! said the Pink akin to ‘It’s good to see you again this is Hicate!’

Yah, said the Blue looking around saying something like ‘Hey.’

“Morning Rosian,” said Hilrat back to the younger Weyrbrat. “I thought more about making something for myself, I don’t really want to assume what my family would like in terms of masks.” He picked up a couple of feathers that a least could be considered close to Garrnan and Hicate’s colours, though he wasn’t about using feathers close to Yissi’s shade of pink. “Might be interesting to make one for Garrnan, and probably Morrier though he isn’t here right now.”

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Qu'yn pushed at Mydekoth's nose, despite the Yellow's insistence on being closer and making his own mask.
"No, Mydekoth, come on, you'll make all the rest of the pieces fly away!"

Mydekoth let out a little croon, asking for a mask of his own, one like all the humans had. Qu'yn smiled, promising him that yes, yes, he'd get a lovely mask just for him, too.
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Azaril noticed the mask the boy was making was already covered in shiny, gold sparkles. Someone had either crushed up some kind of golden material, or it was gold dust or fool's gold. Either way, the boy had it all over his hands, all over the area he was working on, and all over the mask. It was kind of pretty, but it would likely be a good idea to place a layer of finish over the sparkles when they were dried on so that they wouldn't, as they were doing at the moment, cover anything and everything they might come into contact with.

She was the youngest girl in the family, and had no younger siblings of her own. Still, she loved children. She thought it might be nice, one day, when she was older, to have one of her own--not that she was really and truly thinking of what would be required to achieve that end. She was also very good with children. They were easier for her to deal with than adults, or even people her own age. The elderly, and children. She wasn't shy around dragons, whers or animals of any kind. She might have been wisely wary of reds and the more volatile of them, and yet she didn't fear them--just respected them for their natures and what they were. What had happened at the last hatching had been horrifying. Yet while some said the red was pure evil and hated her for what she'd done, Azaril was merely sad for those she'd done it to, and wondered if it hadn't been because she'd been un-bonded. She liked to look for the good in all living things. She loved children, and she understood them at least fairly well. When a child asked if you liked something they made, you said 'yes'. It was always good to encourage creativity in anyone, but children most of all. They were at a critical point in their lives where anything said could build up or tear down. And so, when she replied, it was with a nod and an earnest smile, kneeling down to inspect the mask more closely.

"It's pretty. I understand how you might want convincing to part with it. How about you finish it, and then we can barter a price?" Most children did not like to be talked to like they were children, and so, unless they were younger than five, she did not make a habit to. And then, in a tone that was not in the least bossy, but thoughtful, "do you think when you're all done with the sparkles, you might paint this over it? It will keep all the pretty sparkles you've put on on the mask." A gentle smile, as she put the small container of finish in front of him. There was indeed a clear finish. One that would ensure those sparkles stayed where they were intended to stay. Then, because manners were important, "I'm Azaril. My icehowler here is Fenris, and the puppy is Naga. My ferret is called Pabu, and the firelizards are Cereza--the red--and Alucard. What's your name?" Children normally liked animals and firelizards. Not all, but most. Naga, who'd given him a few friendly licks already, was snuffling about his pant leg.

Rosian knew that soon enough, Hilrat would be old enough to be a candidate, while she would not be. She still had just a little over three turns to go before she would be allowed to be a dragon candidate. Still, she was in no rush. Her mother and father were both dragonriders. That meant she was the child of not one, but two who had been chosen. It had been explained to her, when she had been curious and questioning why not everyone could Stand for a dragon, how it worked. She would get to Stand when she was ten, by right of birth. She would 'stand a good chance', as both of her parents were dragonriders. She had thought it very sad that not everyone got a chance to Stand, but at least she understood. Knight, more calm and reserved but certainly friendly enough, replied to the pink--who Rosian could tell he approved of.

Oom-pah! Ooooom-pah. It was clearly a greeting, to both the pink he knew, and the blue he did not. Rosian, who could hardly understand pillie introductions, tilted her head to look curiously at the blue.

"Did you get a new pillie? What's his name?" To his reply about whom he would make masks for, she nodded. Meanwhile, she was looking at some of the pre-made clay molds that were for the children to paint and make a mask with. Most of them were fairly generic, so that the children could simply embellish them and use their imagination to make whatever they would of them. Yet there was one sitting off to the side that caught the little girl's eye. It looked almost like a feline head! She walked over to it and picked it up, turning it over to look at the back, and lightly feeling the little holes that was where the leather thong or ribbon might go to tie it securely onto one's face. She put it up to her own face, testing. It was a perfect fit! Clearly it had been made for a child's face, like many of the pre-made clay bases provided.

She was a creative child, and a fair hand with artistic ventures. Still, she really wanted this mask to be what she was envisioning. There were all sorts of paint colors provided, and from them, she chose black, red, and white. She had often painted with her mother. She knew that the white would need to go on first, and dry. She was awaiting Hilrat's reply about his pillie, glancing up to let him know she was still paying attention to his reply. Thoughtfully, she suggested, "we could make little masks for the firelizards. See there? They have some tiny ones I think were supposed to go on firelizard heads!" She pointed with the paint brush she'd picked up to the place where, indeed, there were quite cute and small little masks, in varying sizes. Definitely for firelizards. They had a place for the head knobs, and the way they sat they would stay on well enough. There were sizes that would fit everything from a queen to a sport, young firelizard to adult.
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Hilrat’s father had been a Candidate for ten turns before he Impressed Higarath from what he had heard so it wasn’t like he was expecting for his Candidacy, when he became eligible anyways, to be short. He didn’t really know whether or not that having two parents, one parent, or none at all has anything to do with the likelihood of him being able to Impress. “The Blue is Hicate, his sound as you probably heard is yah, I haven’t really have much of an opportunity to figure out his personality much though he does seem to be rather grounded,” said Hilrat.

Meehee meehee meehee meehee meehee meehee meehee, said Yissi akin to ‘Hicate isn’t always this quiet especially when he first hatched.’

“Hmm… Does seem like it, too small for the youngest of the kids even with the larger ones,” said Hilrat peering over at the blank masks picking up one that seemed to be one that would fit a Blue. “Garrnan doesn’t have any natural markings, so maybe I should decorate his with patterns. He isn’t big on crowds though and might not even want to accompany me to the Moon Masque anyways even if he gets a nice mask out of it.”

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Peiyn looked at the container with a little bit of scepticism. The petulant side of him wanted to refuse on the basis of being stubborn. Furthermore, the childish side rather liked the fact that the glitter rubbed off, it made people look a little like sparkly dragons, not that he would ever voice this thought out loud. A scowl passed his face before being replaced by a reluctant neutral expression.
"You are the customer," he responded with a nod.

If that was what she wanted, then he would absolutely make sure that he was catering to her wishes. So he continued putting the sparkles on the mask, trying his best to make it look like something a bit fancier than what some of the younger children were making. He didn't know why he suddenly cared but there was a part of him that wanted the girl to be pleased.

"I'm Peiyn," he added when he realised she had introduced herself. Apparently it was polite to do that. That's what the crecheworkers said anyway, "So what do you do around here anyway?"

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