Attempt No. 1

Writers: AL, Heather
Date Posted: 7th January 2016

Characters: Caenir, Renette
Description: Caenir tries to take Reven up on his advice.
Location: Green Valley Hold
Date: month 3, day 14 of Turn 8

Caenir wasn't sure if what he was doing was a good thing or not. Granted,
Reven had planted the idea in his head, but it had circled around in his
head. Caenir had been interested in women, but he hadn't really found one
who had settled in his bones enough to marry. He didn't know why, just he
couldn't ever imagine a future with any of them. Now, here he was, trying
again. After a morning of working with runners and make sure things were
in their proper order, Caenir finally worked up the gumption and made his
way to the harper work room. When he arrived, Caenir stood in the
threshold of the doorway. One more step and he would be inside.

Renette's golden hair was pulled back out of her face in a low runner's
tail, leaving a few tendrils escaping around her face as she bent close to
the gitar she was working on. "Stupid, friggin', piece of wher dung, truss
rod." She cursed at the instrument. Already her fingers were stained from
the red dye she had used to stain the wood, and there was even a smudge of
it on her left cheekbone.

For a moment, Caenir simply stood and watched her. He'd never seen Renette
at work before and he was curious what she actually did. Finally, he
crossed over the room and paused close by, then cleared his throat to catch
her attention.

"Geez!" Renette flinched upright, clearly startled by the sudden noise.
When her eyes landed on Caenir she relaxed a little and blew a strand of
hair out of her face. "Good grief, Caenir, give someone a heart attack.
What are you doing sneaking around down here?"

"Uh…" Well that was intelligent. Now that he was face to face with the
woman, he wasn't sure how to spit out the question. Instead, he asked
something else. "Whatcha doin'?"

"This man brought me this piece of dung gitar, it's not worth anything
really but to him it's sentimental and all that. Thing won't hold tune
because the neck twists and warps when the humidity gets just right."
Renette shook her head, sometimes it was really hard telling people that
their beloved instrument was a hunk of junk and they should just get a new
one. Still, she couldn't complain, most of the time once they saw it was a
_woman_ harper they turned back around and took their instrument with them.

"Nostalgia can be a powerful thing." While Caenir wasn't particularly
nostalgic himself most of the time, there were a couple of items he owned
that he treasured enough to keep preserved. "Think ya can fix it?"

Renette arched an eyebrow as she glanced sideways at the gitar. "I can,
it's just going to take far more work than what should be necessary." She
looked away from the instrument again and back up at him. "Not that I mind
the conversation, but I'm sure you didn't come down here to chat about
gitars."

"Dunno. I like gitars." Caenir had brought his up from his previous hold,
though he mostly played it for himself. "Good of you to do that. I'm sure
he appreciates it."

Caenir was behaving oddly, Renette thought, she'd known the man since she
was a little girl, granted, that had been several Turns ago and they'd both
went their separate ways during that time.

"I hope he does, he seemed rather doubtful that I could do anything worthy
of his marks." She lifted the corner of her mouth in a little smile. "We'll
see."

"Prove him wrong." That was the best way to convince people you were worth
something. With Renette a woman in a man's craft, she had a lot more
convincing to do. "Show him whatcha got."

"Oh I plan on it." Renette guaranteed with a wink. She was determined to
prove to the people of Green Valley that a female crafter would be just as
beneficial, even when they all thought she should be married, barefoot and
pregnant.

"Good." Caenir supposed he should ask her what he'd come to ask her. His
mouth opened then closed, and he glanced around, as if searching for the
words that weren't currently residing in his mouth.

"Is that gee-tar finished yet?" A wizened voice called as an older man
ambled into the workshop. The man was clearly the owner of the gitar that
Renette was working on, as was evident by the sharp look she gave Caenir.

"I'm sorry, it was nice chatting with you though." Even if she didn't
really know why the Stablemaster had come to talk. Turning to the customer,
she crooked her finger at him. "C'mere, let me show you what I'm doing to
the gitar."

The old man gasped, "Whaddya meant what you're 'doing' to my gee-tar?! All
it needed was some new strings and it'd be right as rain."

Renette inhaled deeply and then set about explaining to the man exactly
what she'd been working on for the past two days.

Caenir had just been about to open his mouth when the man had entered the
room. With a sigh, he rolled a hand through his hair, then retreated
through the door. He hadn't accomplished what he'd intended. That meant
he was going to have to try again.

Oh joy.

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