Asheran digested everything Shalia said, his brow furrowed as he listened seriously. Then, when she finished, he nodded and cast a glance back about the stalls. If nothing else, he had decided on one

"I was working on a... commission for somebody, for their wher," Asheran began after a moment, deciding 'commission' sounded better than 'makeshift bed' - and then unwound the strap of leather he'd se

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He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing toward the animals in the pen beside him as he considered his response. "Probably a team. It depends on what I can get for the marks I have, though - I'll take

"I'll take all the help I can get," Asheran replied, leaning off the fence and glancing about at the other draybeast in the area. "Where do we start?"

Sahari sauntered up to the tent and yanked the flap open, sticking her head inside. She was completely, and happily, drunk. She jangled a pouch heavy with marks, the dull wooden clinking sounding like

Asheran glanced over at the sound of Shalia's voice, hiding his brief surprise at seeing her here. He doubted she was here to buy a bovine. "Ah, maybe. I was thinking I'd spend part of my craft bonus

Asheran blanched, staring first at the bush - the bush? - and then at the sweaty, green-gilled rider. He had been the baby of his family, and hadn't had to watch his mother sweat and suffer through pr

Asheran stared longingly at the cakes, the bubbly pies, the chocolate, and - after a vaguely uncertain glance down at his own rather plain Gather outfit, which he thought was nice enough - the tailori

Asheran found the marked door eventually, and stopped in front of it. He looped the strip of leather around his arm and shoulder, then knocked smartly. "Apprentice Tanner Asheran, sir. I've got a few

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Between his craftwork, studying with Ysolde in the archives, and his regular candidate lessons, Asheran was quickly running out of free time. He had had to start his morning jogs earlier and earlier,

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"This is Felix. We found her in a cupboard drawer in the kitchens, and she's a greedy guts," Asheran said with a smile, scratching the neck of the green flit. "I've been trying to get her flying aroun

"You know I'm good for it," Sahari bullied the anonymous bookie belligerently - but not so belligerently that she was tossed out of the betting tent on her rear end. So she had debts. Big deal! Who di

The 'youngster' in question jogged into sight several minutes later: already stripped to the waist, shirt tied around his hips, muscly, bearded and sweaty. Asheran had had second helpings of lunch and

Just like that, Asheran reckoned he was willing to make an exception for Cremmie when it came to having an audience. Or they could throw a blanket over him, maybe, or... He exhaled through his teeth,

Asheran had never really stopped to consider what Impression might do to his somewhat reserved sex life. Bare-assed drunken bush sex aside, or flight-drugged lusting, he liked his love-making to happe

Asheran had absolutely been intending to kiss Alyx, but the wher's chin resting on his knee gave him pause, and made him feel absurdly chaperoned. He cleared his throat instead, and sat up again, keep

Asheran only smiled at first, but Alyx's laughter was contagious. Maybe he still grieved losing her to the wher somewhere in the back of his mind, or was even a little jealous she had found someone wh

Asheran leaned back into Alyx and slid his free arm around her waist, while with his other hand he very tentatively scratched around the facial ridges of the wher pup. Maybe it was the alcohol, again,

"I'm not - I wasn't suggesting you come home with me. That was just something my folks said, not me. And I'm not leaving - I'm not giving up! Everyone keeps saying I'm giving up, and I'm not." He didn

"It -" Asheran watched the wher pup trot over and corrected himself, "he's no dragon. But he's..." He struggled to find something to say. He was still reeling from his flight-assisted infidelity being