The Pern District

I hate Jennifer's Body AND Megan Fox

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 03:36:33 GMT

Jennifer's body is shamelessly sexisit, gratutiously violent, and encourages the sexual objectification of women. The movie should be boycotted by any serious feminist organization, and the producers who allowed this trash to escape their minds and reach the big screen should be ashamed of themselves. It smacks of the ancient Christian attitudes of the "Burning times" in which women were accused of witchcraft and burned at the stake for little reason other than trying to be independant from men.

While i have nothing against more traditional "Slasher" genre of media, (its not my cup of tea), I feel that making an entire slasher movie just to promote the physical assets of one actress is an excessively sexualized method of story telling. It promotes sexism, and it mistakenly tells our young women (and our young men) that being a teenage slut to get what you want is alright. It tells our young teenagers that the kind of sexual behavior that the title character engages in when she's not brutally murdering young men is acceptable. It is not.

This kind of objectification of women and blatant promotion of negative sexual attitudes is unacceptable, and I devoutly hope that feminists and parents around the United States boycott the movie that will likely ruin Megan Fox's career in mainstream cinema. If Megan Fox wanted to do something like Jennifer's body, she should have gone to the porn industry where this kind of smut belongs.

Haji Background 1st Draft - Pokemon Blast Off

Wed, 26 Aug 2009 22:03:07 GMT

+background Haji's parents and grandparents and 6 big brothers and sisters all train ghost and dark type pokemon. They run a shrine on the far edge of Eterna City. But Haji's interests were never in the spiritual realm. Soon as he picked an explorer kit at the tender age of 8 he'd spend hours in the underground digging up stones and treasures and the occasional fossil. He'd sell the stones and other things for his allowance as a kid, his parents have never had to give him a dime in his entire life. He even has a savings account he deposits the money he earns from them into. However, he saves at least one of every species of fossil he's ever found. %r %r

By the time Haji was ten he was almost ready to go on his trainer's journey. He had money saved up so he could take a boat or train somewhere if he wanted to. Then one day he's selling his stones at a local flea market and a tallish girl and her zangoose introduce themselves as Grace, and the zangoose is a battered looking old fellow covered in scars named Urle. They're looking for a dusk stone. Well dusk stones are relatively rare, and the girl just shakes her head when he doesn't have one. Then she asks. "Tell me kid, did you dig up all these?"

"Yep, saving up money for my trainers journey." Haji responded. "I had a dusk stone but it sold already."

"Got any pokemon to use them on?" Grace wonders as she pokes around the items Haji has in his stall.

"not yet ma'am."

"Well you're too small and scraggly to go underground on your own, I'm surprised you've got this many."

"Uh, well... my parents run a shrine, they won't let me come with them."

"ah, I see. Tell you what. I know a guy who gives beginning trainers a first pokemon, see him over there? His name is Rowen. I can introduce you to him if you'd like. I'm sure he'd be impressed with your haul of stones."

"Really?" Haji didn't know who Rowen was. Not then at least.

"Uhuh, lemme go grab him." Grace left Urle sitting near the booth and tapped Rowen on the shoulder. A few seconds later a stern looking man with a mustache was looking down at Haji's table. "Rowan-sensei, this is the little brat selling stones and underground items. Not a bad haul he's got here. And I suspect he's got a bunch squirreled away at home."

Professor Rowen managed to make Haji feel like he'd somehow done something wrong in the middle of class and was going to get detention. But he had a Chimchar with him who hadn't been claimed by the last round of trainers to come to his laboratory for a first pokemon. And so Haji closed up shop earlier than he'd been planning to to invite both to his home. His parents had a long talk over tea with Rowen with Haji and his sisters purposefully sent away from the living room so that he couldn't hear what they were saying. Haji was especially suspicious of the fact that about half an hour into the conversation his mother asked him to go get his fossil collection from the box he kept it in in his closet.

Though Haji never found out what went on, Professor Rowen had mentioned that the Oreburg Gym and Museum had been starting a student internship program at Oreburg City for trainers interested in fossil studies. Internship students would stay at the Oreburg Gym's dormitories, go to normal school classes at a local private elementary school /just/ for beginning trainers, spend their weekends exploring the underground with Grace and Urle (who just so happened to be Researcher in training with Professor Rowan himself) and three days a week helping out at the laboratory at the Oreburg City museum as a research assistant. At the end of it students would participate in a tournament with a cash prize and a fossil pokemon to each of the top 5 students in the tournament. The catch was that students to be enrolled in the program had to be sponsered by a researcher who operated within the sinnoh area. And they had to have parental permission first.

Haji's parents had always been concerned about their son's trips into the underground on his own. It wasn't /natural/ for a boy to go that deep underground on his own for hours at a time. True to their old fashioned nature, they wanted Haji to follow in their footsteps and the footsteps of generations of shrine priests and priestesses before them. And they had been planning for Haji to follow their preconcieved notions of what THEY THOUGHT he should want for his life, rather than what he actually /wanted/ to do. And they wanted him to train dark and ghost pokemon just like they did.

Haji wanted to go, he didn't like taking care of the shrine. He wanted to do something else with his life. It took forever for Professor Rowen to convince his parents that Haji would be able to use the internship program as an 'in' should he decide to go to college or apply for a pokemon related job later on in life.

In the end, Chimchar was Haji's, and at the end of the summer vacation he was on a bus to Oreburg City with a bunch of other students. Some were from other Sinnoh cities and towns, others were from regions as far away as Johto. He was greeted at the Gym by one of Roark's subordinates, a burly mining engineer named Duke and his Armaldo, Wayne.

Work at the internship was tough, but Haji loved every second. Rowen had given him a set of pokeballs and a pokedex before turning Haji over to Grace and Wayne's tutelage. Haji tried over the course of the internship to catch different pokemon in the area. They all knocked out his Chimchar before he could grab one.

His first solo capture came when a Misdreavous got into the dormitory wall. The gym was patroled by Wayne and Urle at night. This misdreavous was what some naturalists call a "nuisance pokemon." A Pokemon that has made itself a pest by stealing from humans or destroying human property. The only way to stop the thievery is to catch the pokemon (some wildlife officers let them go free outside of human settlement) or defeat it in battle. When Wayne caught the misdreavous using its confusion attack to open the fridge and was eating some of his trainers favorite imported pasta from a local 5 star itallian restaurant, pasta that Duke had spent the equivalent of 15 USD to buy, he got mad.

Wayne chased the Misdreavous through the halls of the gym, launching aerial ace attacks at the creature's heals! The misdreavous zipped upwards towards a ventilation shaft, and Wayne collided head on with Urle. The two pokemon bickered and then went HUNTING through the gym's passages one by one to drive the thieving ghost pokemon out of /their/ home. When the Misdreavous didn't show up anywhere in the Gym, they went to get their trainers to complain about an intruder in the gym. The Misdreavous hid in the dormitory under Haji's bed, and a sleepless Haji meanwhile got up to root around the containers under his bed for a can of Caterpie cola. The Misdreavous squealed when Haji accidentally grabbed its nose, in his groggy state thinking he'd somehow grabbed someone's stuffed toy, Haji pulled on the poor creature, only to get a Psybeam to the face!

That woke up the other students and started a comedic chase of children and pokemon trying to trap the poor creature with their pokeballs. The misdreavous made several quick calculations. Haji was quiet, Haji was trying to catch it yes, but the children were smelly, rowdy, and in its eyes far too irritating. Haji seemed the lesser of two evils. The Misdreavous darted to the one pokeball dangling from his pajamas and poked the button with its nose.

Misdreavous wasn't Haji's only catch that year. Nearing the end of the internship Grace took the group to a nearby picnic area to search for pokemon, armed with fishing poles, net balls, and sandwiches the class was enjoying their day off. Grace had given Haji a package of sweet buns for lunch when. "Muuuuuuuunch!" The Munchlax dove on the picnic area. Now Urle had been guarding the lunch area while the other students were fishing, and he grabbed the Munchlax by the back of its fur in a comical attempt to keep it away from the food.

Haji didn't feel like fishing. He'd already been butted by an angry Goldeen that day and he just wanted to eat sweet buns and watch the river flow. Urle meanwhile, still trying to save the food, was being dragged around the picnic area on his butt. When the Munchlax ate the rest of the food, it started looking for more. That was when it smelled the sweet buns. "Muuuuunch!" it took off again, Urle on its tail, literally, towards Haji.

Haji blink, blink, blinked, getting to his feet and holding the sweet buns out of the hungry pokemon's reach. Urle circled the boy, powering up an ice beam (TM 13), to try and get a good shot on the munchlax. Haji watched as the munchlax started hopping up and down to try and get the sweet buns. Hop! "Munch!" Hop. "Munch!" Hop. "Munch" Hop. "Munch!" Haji didn't fancy being frozen by an ice beam, he had to stop the munchlax quickly! Haji eyed Urle. "Hey, lemme take care of this!" He climbed up into a nearby tree, taking the box of sweet buns out onto a low level branch. The munchlax hopped up and down beneath the tree. Haji took a sweet bun in one hand, a pokeball in the other, and held the sweet bun /just/ inside the munchlax's reach. Hop, "MUNCH!" It got the sweet bun, and in the exact second that it ate it Haji beaned it on the head with a nest ball. "WHEW! there we go!"

Haji swept the end of the year tournament with flying colors, and at the end of the year he was on his way home with a pet Cranidos of his very own.

For the next six months, Haji tried very, very hard to leave for a journey of his own. His parents however, always found some way to keep him at home. Then after about six months of battling with his crew of pokemon, and having managed to win the local badge in a match, a pokemon contest came to Eterna city. Haji's brothers and sisters and parents wanted to enter, Haji wanted to enter, his /parents/ wanted to enter. With the whole family entering the pokemon contest, the eterna contest was going to turn into a family feud. Worse yet, Haji's overbearing mother had a Grand Festival under her belt. True, his mother had /lost/, but she was a much stronger coordinator than Haji.

Haji made a bet with his mother, if Haji won the pokemon contest, she'd let him go on his journey. It was a bet his mother was certain she'd win. Haji had one month to practice, and a call to Grace brought the research assistant running from her job at Professor Rowan's laboratory. Grace and Urle offered to train Haji and his pokemon in Eterna forest for a week.

Haji was at a disadvantage where his mother was concerned. He needed a strategy tailored to fighting ghost and dark type pokemon. His mother's Banette was probably the worst possible opponent, but there were any number of ghost or dark type nasties that his mother could unleash on him. It was here that he learned how to use TMs. He bought several long range, fighting and ghost type tms from Grace, putting his savings to work buying the techniques he'd need to thoroughly destroy his mother's pokemon on the battlefield.

Haji also made one serious pokemon catch, a Murkrow that had attempted to steal his munchlax's meal and a wonderful stroke of luck, a Feebas that he and Grace caught fishing. Haji began training his entire team, now a team of six, near constantly. When his Milotic finally evolved and his Chimchar managed to take down and capture a rogue Skarmary prowling the forest for bug pokemon he knew he was ready.

Just as Haji had worried, his mother was using her Banette and powerful Weevile in battle. These two were his mothers oldest and most dangerous pokemon. Haji used his Murkrow in his first round, using nightshade and aerial ace into an incredible display of agility and accuracy in battle. The only coordinators who scored higher than he was the Empoleon in a tuxedo ballroom dancing with his coordinator to Van Morisson's "Moondance." The second round came and Haji's Munchlax took the field with a slew of fighting type and long range techniques such as ice beam, solar beam, water pulse and thunderbolt. The Brick Break that Munchlax used actually left pits in any surface it struck, showing off its physical brawn.

Haji's confidence in his pokemon and in his best laid plans brought him to the semifinals against his mother. His mother's high powered Weevile did its best, but his munchlax turned every attack against it with a devastating brick break and slowed it down with a thunderbolt that reduced the dark and ice type cat into a twitching, quivering heap on the ground.

The final battle was against the tuxedo wearing empoleon. Munchlax held its own against the much larger pokemon, showing surprising speed for something so fat. But the empoleon was dancing his way through the final round. Between the brick break, thunderbolt and solar beam hammering on the empoleon's weaknesses, in a match his brothers and sisters hailed later as "David and Goliath" it wasn't long until Munchlax took down his enemy and earned Haji the Eterna ribbon!

Haji was gone the next day, and while he later regretted not saying good bye to his mother, the next contest was at Celastic town in three weeks. He had to get going to make it in time.

Over the next year or so, Haji won five ribbons and entered the Grand Festival. His Chimchar became a Monferno, his Munchlax refused to evolve into a Snorelax. His misdreavous and murkrow evolved into a Mismagius and a Honchcrow. His cranidos evolved into Rampardos, giving him a powerhouse pokemon to use in a fight. The skarmory he'd caught took half of his contest circuit to tame, as at first it refused to obey him in a battle. It only obeyed him when he began collecting badges.

Haji got a poketch and poke gear as a gift from Grace for his birthday. Haji won a pokemon style contest with his misdreavous, and he won a pokemon kareoke contest and some pretty ball seals as his prize. He made it into the elite eight (the last eight players) before losing. Grace, Duke and Professor Rowen were in the crowd during his last match.

Haji attended Rowen's special pokemon summer camp, passing with flying colors, and then he took a Grey Houndoom Bus to the port at Canalave Town. Grace had gotten him a ticket to Hoen and an errand, escort a special disk with Sinnoh pokemon data and an exceedingly rare pokemon to Professor Birch's Laboratory. Team Galactic had already tried to steal the Rotom he'd be escorting once before. There was a good chance they'd try /again./

Haji was unable to make it to Birch's before dark. Struggling up the road in the dark, Monferno his only guide in the blackness, he was ambushed by a pair of Galactic Grunts who had chased him all the way from Sinnoh to get the Rotom. Until then Haji had never had to fight for his life. A badge, yeah, a tournament, yeah, a contest, double yeah! But the Grunts weren't about to let him go. His Monferno and Munchlax got badly beaten in the effort, but they won, barely. The Grunts had just taken out a knife and were ready to use it when the barking of a crew of poochyena and flashlights from the direction of Birch's lab. A frightened Haji was relieved when Birch and his assistants scared the grunts away.

With the exception of an Earthquake near Lavaridge town, Haji's turn of the Contest Circuit was a blissfull run. He won badges wherever he went, but preferred to play in contests. He won two weekend tournaments at La Rousse City's battle tower, with his performance all over TV. The Wallace Cup came to Sootopolis City towards the end of his run, and Haji won by a landslide. He took especial joy in winning the Sootopolis badge, as Juan was a grand festival champion, and he fought his gym matches like one.

He made it to the Final Four of the Grand Festival that year, and turned fourteen three weeks after he lost. He did some heavy training at Hoen's pokemon ranger academy as a guest, and competed in a Pokemon Ranger sponsored mock dogfight that they held every year, riding his Skarmory for the first time as a coordinator. Soon after the dogfight he was approached by a guy with curly hair and sunglasses calling himself Scott. Scott invited Haji to compete in his battle frontier.

Haji was not sure at all he wanted to compete in the Battle Frontier. But he doubiously headed out to Kanto's battle palace to give it a try. Spencer made him /love/ the battle frontier, the tanned and weathered man with tattoos and a staff struck Haji as very peculiar, but a very warm and wise personality. It was during battle against his Venusaur that Haji's Monferno FINALLY evolved into an Infernape, earning Haji the win at the Battle Palace and its sign.

Haji decided that he was going to challenge the battle frontier. Along the way, he made friends with a slightly older trainer, Aeyro. The two hit it off easily. Haji swept the battle frontier, sweeping six of the seven frontier brains and at the same time winning his way into the Kanto grand festival. He was soundly beaten in the elite eight, and then barely eeked out a win against Brandon.

Haji turned down Scott's offer to become a frontier brain, though he said he might take it later on, he wanted to beat at least one Grand Festival before he took the job as a Frontier Brain.

Haji was actually not quite as sure of what he wanted to do next. Now fifteen, he returned to Sinnoh with Aeyro in tow in Search of a new challenge. He worked his way around the contest circuit, he helped Grace with her research for a few weeks. And he refused to go to Eterna City, still bitter with his mother and father for their refusal to let him go on a journey as a boy.

It was during an extended stay in Twinleaf Town to train with Grace and Urle that things exploded with Aeyro. Aeyro brought Haji to a house party at one of the local houses. Haji got drunk, sickeningly so. Aeyro and Haji ended up making out in the woods. Nobody is sure really what happened that night besides Haji and Aeyro, but Aeyro left Haji a week later.

So now, on his own, looking for love and creative stimulation, Haji travels the world of Pokemon with his team, competing at contests and fighting gymleaders for badges.

First Draft of my character Haji's background, needs wizcorps approval. (Wizcorps check it over if you please?)

The Dragon's Hoarde Open For Business!

Mon, 15 Jun 2009 17:38:42 GMT

Have you ever wanted a t-shirt that says Kira? How about a shirt that tells the world how much you love Japan? Ever want to wear something more eco friendly? Or how about a shirt that tells the world you're a Black Knight? Do you ever feel the desire to proclaim your support for the shinigami women's or shinigami men's association? Or perhaps you want a change from your boring every day t-shirt?

Then do I have news for you! I've gone and designed some super awesome anime, sci fi, fantasy and game inspired t-shirts. And opened a store to sell them in! Come pick something out from the dragon's hoarde!

http://sapphiredragon.spreadshirt.com/us/US/Shop/Index/index/page/1

Houki Boshi playlist

Sat, 23 May 2009 04:14:39 GMT

Bleach - Houki Boshi [ ed3 ]

all the houki boshi ending sequences, blogged for T'burk to learn about Bleach

Catch up with L'dor

Thu, 26 Mar 2009 04:48:10 GMT

Living Cavern(#25RHIJM4)                         Late Spring. Rain. 62F / 17C.
     Huge, still mostly the natural shape of the bubble cavern that formed it though embellished with intricate columns, the living cavern is large enough to seat over two thousand people at any given time. Gleamingly clean, the space is clearly well-kept by the hard work of the lower caverns staff. High in the eastern walls, narrow windows allow slants of light to dapple the room during the day, a plethora of glowbaskets in well-spaced niches around the cavern provide a warm, ambient glow after sunset. Many long tables are placed around the room, providing plentiful seating, some boasting chairs around them, others sturdy benches that seat ten at a time. The walls are decorated with a set of simple color-block tapestries and one that's more ornate, recently restored, depicting the settling of Benden during Torene's time. The cavern has a welcoming, homey feel to it in spite of its size.
     The exits from here are pretty clear-cut: A set of handsomely carved stone steps lead up to the balcony-style kitchen that wraps around the cavern; a tunnel on the eastern wall slopes upward just slightly on its way out to the bowl; the southern tunnel slopes downward steadily as it dips into the Weyr's inner caverns.
-- Players --
Z'ael..........Tall, lean and charmingly muscular. He has dark tan skin, black dreads and pale green eyes that stand out in his face.
L'dor..........29, dark hair, blue eyes, tan. Looks fit; rather thin & gangly.
-- Exits --
   Kitchen..................[N]       Bowl.....................[E]
   Inner Caverns............[S]

It's towards the end of lunchtime, and what's left at the serving tables is looking a little thin, though the cavern - or the part of it that's in use, anyway, as Benden's inhabitants still don't fill it - is still busy with diners coming and (mostly) going. L'dor's one of the latecomers, and he's piled himself a plate with bread and cheese and a few odd bits of salad and poured a mug of not-quite-fresh klah. He scans the cavern, looking first at the table where his wingmates usually gather, and then glancing around more generally, before giving up and plonking himself on his own at the end of the nearest half-empty table.

Z'ael has just finished eating, a simple mug of klah in front of the Weyrling now. He's also got something unusual. A small flat wrapped package with a note attached. He picks up the parcel, turning it this way and that. He sips klah, and keeps eyeing the package.

L'dor has worked his way through two slices of bread and about half the cheese, apparently lost in thought about something-or-other, before he stops eating long enough to notice who's sharing the table with him. His passing gaze settles on the weyrling and he half-lifts a hand from the table in casual greeting. "Afternoon, Z'ael. How are you and Trith getting on?"

Z'ael nods. "Very well. She's become one of the most physically coordinated greens in the class." He grins at the package. "My younger sister sent me this as a late impression gift. Something about she couldn't get the marks up to commission it until recently."

"Good for you," L'dor says, raising his eyebrows just slightly at the boast. He grins, though, as his eyes drop to the package. "Younger sister, eh? I used to have one of those. Aren't you going to open it?"

Z'ael nods and unties the package, pulling the coverings off. "Hmmmm..... its a journal!" He exclaims happily. "The note says 'Z'ael, happy impression. This will help you remember the good times of being a Weyrling.'" He reads the note aloud. "Oh yeah, I have a ton of brothers and sisters."

"That's a nice idea." L'dor glances at it without that much interest. "She thinks you'll have time to write in it, then? Though I suppose by now things might be settling down a bit. How many's a ton? I just had one of each, and that was enough sometimes."

Z'ael shrugs. "Well, maybe right before bed." He says with a chuckle. "You know girls and their diaries." He snorts. "Thats okay. I think this is a great gift. You know what they say about the thought counting."

"True," L'dor agrees. "My sister's presents were mostly edible - don't think I've got anything she gave me." He frowns a little as if trying to think of something. "She made a pretty good meatroll, though. Spicy. Don't think I've had anything like that since I've been here. Your dragons are what, three months now?"

Z'ael Nods. "Three months." He aggrees. "Trith is getting /big/." He grins. "Her jealous streak still hasn't gone away though. She's pretty possessive."

"Yeah?" L'dor lifts his eyebrows a little, and picks up another piece of bread but holds it rather than eating as he goes on, "Well, that's common enough, I suppose. As long as she's not being a nuisance about it, it probably doesn't matter much when she's this young. Have the weyrlingmasters said anything to help?"

Z'ael shakes his head. "Not really. Just that if I get upset when she acts jealous it will make her worse." Z'ael tells L'dor. "Well. It hasn't been that much trouble. Just that she's stubborn."

L'dor nods. "Probably would, at that. You have to keep calm with them, and not give in if they dig their heels in - you've got to be the one in charge. Like having small children. But I expect you've heard that often enough that you're sick of it."

Z'ael nods and sighs. "Yeah, over and over again." Z'ael grins. "Well, I guess every weyrlingclass has to have its troublemakers." Z'ael opens the journal and turns a few pages.

L'dor chuckles. "Every class, or all but the smallest, seems to have its jealous one, its featherhead, its humorist - I'm afraid that was Banyth - as well as its terribly serious one, and so on. And, say, she's not doing anything terribly dire, is she? I mean, one of the previous classes, we nearly landed on someone who'd insisted on going to sleep in the middle of the bowl. In a thick fog."

Z'ael nods. "Nothing terrible. Though she is a bit snotty to the other hatchlings sometimes, and very reckless." Z'ael sighs. "A definate handfull."

L'dor winces. "Oh dear. Courage is good, but recklessness - well, you'll be wanting her to grow out of that. Recklessness can get you both killed. But I expect you're sick of hearing /that/, as well," he finishes ruefully.

Z'ael nods and sighs. "I am." he closes the journal. "Speak of the devil. Trith says she's hungry. See you soon L'dor." he tells the bluerider.

"Good luck," L'dor replies, which perhaps isn't too encouraging. "Clear skies," he adds, and raises his bread in a gesture that substitutes for a wave of farewell.

Z'ael relates Trith's jealous streak to L'dor.

Shake your Waffle Maker!

Thu, 26 Mar 2009 04:43:21 GMT

Inner Caverns
The larger first chamber is at the height of roughly that of three grown adults, with the ceiling and walls rather smooth cut stone. The walls are dotted at regular intervals with metal sconces that are filled and refreshed with glows, the light providing a constant soft ambience no matter the time of day for not all that much light filters in from the outside. Two wooden doors along the southeastern part of the wall are labeled "In" and "Out" are used frequently by the kitchen workers to keep this cavern well stocked. The first chamber appears to act much like a dining hall, rows of tables spread out and worn benches offering a perch to the residents and riders as they cycle through the daily mealtimes. Several hearths have been constructed along the north and west walls, providing both practical warmth and a place for the night hearth to be kept with its simmer of stew and hours old klah. A raised dais is set along the north wall, where the Weyr's leaders eat and important announcements are made. Further in are two more medium sized chambers with naturally arced ceilings that act in a multi-purpose capacity, and beyond them tunnels lead even deeper into the depths of the stone to the Weyr supply stores.
The morning is busy, kitchen staff bustling to cover the breakfast shifts. Children cry playfully as they awaken to the day.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Room Contents >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Players: R'ico and R'yn
Dragons:
Other:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Obvious Exits >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 West -*- Crafts Main Hall
 South -*- Stores
 SouthEast -*- Kitchen
 East -*- West Bowl

R'ico comes in all drippy even though he's shaken out his jacket. "What a storm!" he comments and heads over to the klah pot. "I love it! I get to have another breakfast rather than fight Thread."

A few moments after R'ico makes his way into the hall, a more subdued rider makes his way in, his hands tucked into his jacket, looking a bit purturbed as water drips down his face out of his soaked hair. Having heard R'ico comment he states softly, "Yeah but i could do with a few less gust and downpoors."

R'ico looks at the wet rider and pauses for a moment. He looks around, sees the dry towels all neatly folded in a stack and walks quickly over toget one for him. "Maybe this'll help, sir?"

El'ric catches the offered towel and smiles, "Thanks." patting it to his face and rubbing it into his hair, "It was just a lite sprinkle when we took off but.." he shakes his head, and pulls out a small packet from this jacket.

R'yn enters the caverns. "Just give me a few minutes Donath. I just want some klah and a couple of buttered rolls and I'll be right back." He spots R'ico. "Ooooooh, R'ico! Heya!" He greets, hurrying for the night hearth.

R'ico smiles and chuckles. "Yeah, it got serious....Hey, R'yn!" the young rider then greets the even younger weyrling. "Need a towel?"

El'ric nods to the weyrling as he approaches the hearth and says, "I wouldn't go out there if I where your. Your dragon might like the wet, but I am sure you wouldn'."

R'yn sighs. "she's waiting in the weyrling barracks. told me not to go out. I"m getting a flask of klah and some hot rolls with butter and going back to the Weyrling barracks." He tells both older riders.

R'ico says, "You want some hot soup to take in? How many weyrlings are in there still? Are they hungry?" Young rider wants to be helpful. "Then they wouldn't have to all come out and get wet. I can get a big basket of rolls for you, if you want."

El'ric takes a seat and says, "I might suggets you wait just a bit before going back. I don't think the weyrlingmaster would mind if you waited until the rain slacked a bit before heading back outside. Don't want you catching cold."

R'ico adds, "Your dragon wouldn't like that, either." R'ico goes about getting himself something to eat. "Anybody want any waffles?"

El'ric perks up slighlty at the mention of waffles and says, "I wouldn't mind some." leaning back into the chair, he continues to try to wring his hair dry.

R'yn aaahs! "I'll take waffles! Much better than rolls." He pours himself klah and finds a seat, beckoning for the riders to follow him and pulling out chairs for the other two.

R'ico says, "Lesseeee....I sorta remember how to make them..." in a muttering voice. But he seems to getting out the right ingredients. He gets a mixing bowl, a long handled wooden spoon, measures in the flour, a few sweet spices, eggs......"what else...." He turns this way and that, wondering which way to go...then he remembers. He needs to get the waffle iron hot first. He looks around at the cabinets till he finds it. He sets sown the bowl of the waffle mixture onto the counter, then goes back to the cabinet to get out the set of cast iron waffle makers. He has to heat up ton the flat iron griddle set up over the cooking heath fire, tosses on more wood, but the fire heats it up quickly. He heads to the cold storage locker and gets out some milk. He pours a little into the mixture and mixes, adds a little more and mixes, adds a little more and mixes."

El'ric glance over to R'ico and looks like he is about to say something a few times as the other riders looks about. But thinking better of it, he looks to R'yn and says, "So how is training going for you?"

R'yn grins. "So so. Donath is growing big and strong. I can't wait until she's strong enough to carry me." R'yn says excitedly.

R'ico asks, "How old is she now?" from wehre he stands, carefully ladeling in the batter into the waffle presses.

R'yn grins, "Three months!" He tells R'ico. "Mmmmmm....." The thought of waffles for breakfast has the green weyrling all but drooling. "Cool." He watches R'ico ladle the waffles out.

R'ico says, "I just have to watch them so they don't burn. They can get done awfylly quickly." He takes tongs to carefully lift the first waffle maker just a little. "Not yet."

El'ric says, "Give them a little extra time, they are better crispy."

R'ico checks them again after another few seconds. "Get a plate!" he tells no one in particular. "I need a fork, too!"

R'yn rushes for a plate and a fork. "Here." He hands them to R'ico. Hey, first with the plate gets the first waffle right? "I want first waffle."

R'ico smiles at the younger lad's enthusiasm. He liftst he top waffle press off and with the fork loosens the waffle and forks it over to R'yn's plate. There ya go! See if there is any berry syrup for that. You ready El'ric?"

El'ric smiles and motions infront of himself, "Sure! They smell great."

R'yn all but tears into the plate of waffles. "MMmmmm....... donath its too bad you can't eat human food. You should taste these!" He tells his dragon.

R'ico smiles as he dishes out the second waffle to El'ric. Then he adds more batter to make a couple more. "My mom taught me how to do this," he explains.

El'ric smiles, 'Thanks." he picks up a fork and takes an experimental bite. "I was working with the cooks before I was chosen myself." he nods his head, "these are excelente."

R'yn nods and is halfway through his waffle already. "I'll say. They're pretty damn good." Says R'yn as he spears a piece onto his fork and scarfs it down. "Oooooh. I want these more often!"

R'ico smiles with more pride. "Thank you, sir!" he says happily. "I'll have to tell my mother how you liked them. That'll make her happy." He checks the second batch of waffles, trying to be patient but he's getting hungry. "I'm glad you like them. Maybe we can do this again."

El'ric continues to make his way though his waffle and says, "Well if the weather keeps up you may get to.

R'yn sighs, "oh man, Donath do I /have/ to? Oh alright." He sighs. "Sorry R'ico. Donath wants me to come back to the barracks." He sighs in disgust. "Save me some for later kay?" He asks hopefully as he excuses himself.

R'ico says, "I'll bring some back to the barracks for you, R'yn. I know...your dragon needs you." R'ico checks the last two waffles and they're ready. He dishes one up for himself. "Who wants this second one?"

R'ico makes waffles for R'yn and El'ric.

Lunchbreak! R'yn and R'ico

Thu, 26 Mar 2009 04:37:48 GMT

Inner Caverns
The larger first chamber is at the height of roughly that of three grown adults, with the ceiling and walls rather smooth cut stone. The walls are dotted at regular intervals with metal sconces that are filled and refreshed with glows, the light providing a constant soft ambience no matter the time of day for not all that much light filters in from the outside. Two wooden doors along the southeastern part of the wall are labeled "In" and "Out" are used frequently by the kitchen workers to keep this cavern well stocked. The first chamber appears to act much like a dining hall, rows of tables spread out and worn benches offering a perch to the residents and riders as they cycle through the daily mealtimes. Several hearths have been constructed along the north and west walls, providing both practical warmth and a place for the night hearth to be kept with its simmer of stew and hours old klah. A raised dais is set along the north wall, where the Weyr's leaders eat and important announcements are made. Further in are two more medium sized chambers with naturally arced ceilings that act in a multi-purpose capacity, and beyond them tunnels lead even deeper into the depths of the stone to the Weyr supply stores.
As lunch concludes the bustle of the cavern relaxes for the remainder of the afternoon.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Room Contents >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Players: R'yn
Dragons:
Other:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Obvious Exits >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 West -*- Crafts Main Hall
 South -*- Stores
 SouthEast -*- Kitchen
 East -*- West Bowl

R'ico is just wiping up the sink where he has finished slicing up a fresh loaf of bread that has finally cooled. He yawns and then goes to get some better for it. Turning around from the counter he sees the younger weyrling. "Hello," he says with a smile.

R'yn is working with a young apprentice on his knitting skills. "Its kind of like braiding the strands and knitting them at once." He tells the apprentice over a plate of meat and steamed vegetables. "Just let the removed strands of the knit fall forwards if it says cable forwards, backwards if it says cable back. Also, the removed stitches have to be equal to the ones you knit before you pick them back up again." The Weyrling tells the apprentice.

R'ico sets down a plate full of the sliced bread to share and sits down across the table to watch the knitting. "LLama?" he asks and then takes a bite of the bread.

R'yn huhs? "Oh, its ordinary sheeps wool." He tells R'ico. "Daron here is an apprentice sent to replace me. We're talking over food, giving him some weaver tips." He sighs. "When it comes to knitting I just can't keep my curiousity to itself." Grins R'yn.

R'ico says, "I'll get some llama wool for you, if you like. It's warmer and has longer fibers."

R'yn aaahs. "I have to focus on Weyrling work. So I can't really knit anymore. Donath takes up all my time." R'yn tells R'ico. "But I still can't keep my eyes to themselves." The boy grins. "If you can get me somma that I'll trade you for a sweater." He holds up the piece R'yn has been helping him with. "I'm learning cable. Its a little bit sloppy but......"

R'ico smiles. "No prob. I'm from llama herders so I can go through the whole process, from beasty to sweater."

R'yn aahs. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that." The boy's eyes light up. "Really rider? That would be awesome!" R'yn sighs. "Remember what I told you about traders ettequiete, anytime somebody makes an offer, negotiate and then offer a......... uh oh. Donath's calling! Sorry Daron, R'ico, see you."

R'ico says, "Take some bread with you!"

R'yn stops in the caverns for lunch. R'ico is there too.

Raid the kitchen! Attack of the hungry riders!

Thu, 26 Mar 2009 04:31:22 GMT

You head to the inner caverns.
Inner Caverns
The larger first chamber is at the height of roughly that of three grown adults, with the ceiling and walls rather smooth cut stone. The walls are dotted at regular intervals with metal sconces that are filled and refreshed with glows, the light providing a constant soft ambience no matter the time of day for not all that much light filters in from the outside. Two wooden doors along the southeastern part of the wall are labeled "In" and "Out" are used frequently by the kitchen workers to keep this cavern well stocked. The first chamber appears to act much like a dining hall, rows of tables spread out and worn benches offering a perch to the residents and riders as they cycle through the daily mealtimes. Several hearths have been constructed along the north and west walls, providing both practical warmth and a place for the night hearth to be kept with its simmer of stew and hours old klah. A raised dais is set along the north wall, where the Weyr's leaders eat and important announcements are made. Further in are two more medium sized chambers with naturally arced ceilings that act in a multi-purpose capacity, and beyond them tunnels lead even deeper into the depths of the stone to the Weyr supply stores.
The morning is busy, kitchen staff bustling to cover the breakfast shifts. Children cry playfully as they awaken to the day.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Room Contents >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Players: R'yn, Y'sian, Rayne, and Nadina
Dragons:
Other:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Obvious Exits >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 West -*- Crafts Main Hall
 South -*- Stores
 SouthEast -*- Kitchen
 East -*- West Bowl

Y'sian merely shakes his head. "I'm not sure I want you making me something pretty Rayne. I'm not wearing a dress for you, no matter how much you ask." He looks a bit sulky again. "Of course, I'm up for a raid. Are we heading back to your weyr after this, or staying around here?"
"You really are helpless. I think I need to talk to your wingleader about assigning you some more duties." Rayne looks around, spotting one of the weyrlings, nodding in his direction. "See, there are little ones about, you should set a better example. You, come here." She points at Ryn, beckoning him over. "I am obviously a bad person, but I can't remember your name. Donath's rider, right?"

R'yn has just come in, stomach growling audibly. "Yeah. R'yn, green Donath's weyrling." He corrects Rayne nervously. "Donath is only a couple months old." R'yn says shyly. "You mean a kitchen raid? I'm up for it. Starvin over here." His rumbling stomach makes its opinion known. Chow time!

Y'sian merely smirks. "I'm not helpless. I just prefer to do as little as possible for as long as possible. Much better for life, that way." He arches an eyebrow as the goldrider stops. "Adding on to your harem, dear? I quite think I'm jealous. Possibly heartbroken, as well."

Rayne waves a hand in dismissal at R'yn. "Well, that's good to know. Would hate to think we're Searching the play pins now." She winks candidly at the lad and reaches an arm around Y'sian. "Y'sian, you shouldn't say such horrible things about me. Whatever will the children think?" She glances around the cavern, noting the traffic. In a loud voice, she announces "Rider raid on the kitchen!" Come get it while it's hot!" She grins at her small audience of R'yn and Y'sian. "Let's see who else is being lazy today. I'll be sure to make a list."

Making his way into the Inner Caverns is Mel'tar, humming quietly under his throat as usual as he carries himself with his usual confident swagger. As usual, the wing leader has been swamped with work as of late, and having found a few minutes of downtime, he decides to spend it amidst the people of the Weyr, and mingle. Bolstering a wide smile upon his face, he gives a wave to a few that he is familiar with gathered about, angling himself for a table to settle into.

R'yn winks at Rayne. "Oh I'm never lazy ma'am. I've been working hard with my green to learn everything a rider needs to know. And Donath is as eager to learn as I am." R'yn rubs his hands together with the air of somebody not used to breaking rules. Or kitchen raids. "Funtime!" He says cheerfully. "Be still my rumbling stomach!"

Y'sian moves to gently brush a hand over Rayne's shoulder, before he offers a slight smile. "Actually love. I need to head out for the moment. I think I've sweeps in a little over an hour or so and I should probably get ready for them. Perhaps I'll catch up with you later?"

Rayne laughs at R'yn's comment, then shakes her head at Y'sian. "Ah, remember when we were so young and eager?" The sarcasm in her voice adds to doubt to the truth of that statement. "Shards, Y'sian, are you being respectable, or hiding because Mel'tar is about?" She leans into him and kisses his neck before pushing him away. "Now go be a good little blue rider." As the man leaves, Rayne takes one last glance around. "Come on, folks, hellooo.. kitchen raid... stoping being so productive!" And entertain her, duh. "Well, R'yn, looks like it may be just us. I should let you know that the weyrlingmaster hates my being and will quite likely not approve of anything we're about to do." She adds a note of challenge to the plain truth, allowing the lad to make his own choice. "Of course, you could always just stay out here and being the good little weyrling."

Glancing upwards as Rayne calls out, Mel'tar offers up a smile, raising a brow in her direction. "What's cooking that's worth eating?" He calls out with a strong voice of baritone as he pushes himself up to his feet, sniffing the air curiously to try and spy what may be simmering in the back rooms. As he catches his name tossed, a look of amusement falls over his face as he ambles over towards them, folding his arms over his chest. "Who is trying to hide from me?" He asks with a laugh as he turns his attention upon the gold rider, giving her his usual friendly smile upon his face.

R'yn grins. "You kidding? I'm good, but thats because I don't have a reason to be bad." He grins. "You should ask my old classmates at the weavercraft hall about the /one time/ I did pull a prank, technically more of a payback thing but....."

Rayne smiles her most pleasant smile at Mel'tar. "Well, wingleader, I guess you'll never know! But come, come, I have no idea what they've got in the kitchen but I intend to make it interesting and I'm *starving*." She takes Mel'tar by the elbow and begins leading him towards the doors of the kitchen. "And while we conduct this, um, official inspection, you can tell me all the news this good little gold rider should know. You know, things like wing strength, illnesses, good gossip." She glances behind her to see if R'yn has decided to follow. "Oh really. Well come along, I'm getting grumpy."

Kitchen
The kitchen is an absolutely huge facility located at the northern end of the main residential building. The ceiling is two stories above, allowing some reprieve from the heat generated by the various cooking activities. The kitchen is as carefully laid out working from preparation areas to cooking to cooling it has it all. Long wooden cabinets are capped by durable stone counter tops for utensil storage and food preparations. Elongated windows bring light to the preparation area and offer a glimpse outside to the hard workers. All manner of pots and pans can be found hanging from hooks along the walls as one shifts into the primary cooking areas. A series of six ovens, and a dozen coal fired stoves provide the necessary heating for everything from baking bread and pies to frying fish or steaming vegetables. Four open hearths are usually stoked by firewood to heat the batches of soup or stew in enormous copper kettles. A smaller area to the back looks perfect for cooling newly baked cookies and bread with on racks stacked six feet high. A full third of the area is taken up by a series of sinks. It is nearest the doorway into the inner caverns handling the washing, drying, sorting and storage of dishes. A pipe sticks out of the wall, the steady flow of water filling a semi-circle stone well centered between the dish and cooking areas from which the water is taken by bucket or cup as needed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Room Contents >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Players: R'yn and Rayne
Dragons:
Other:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Obvious Exits >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 South -*- Living Area
 NorthWest -*- Inner Caverns

As Rayne enters the room, followed by the riders, several kitchen aunties seem to begin clucking in unison. "Rider, you shouldn't be back here! We'll bring to you! To you!" The gold rider simply waves the woman off. "Just get out of the way and I promise we'll only make a small mess." She shoos away others, and begins opening cabinets at random. "R'yn, see what's good on the spits. There's got to be some good meat roasting somewhere."

"Gossip, huh? Unfortunately I am hardly one to hear or spread much of it." Mel'tar says as he hooks his arm into the gold rider's with a grin upon his face, striding easily into the kitchen with a proud gait. "Though, my wing is doing just fine these days. Decided to call us Avalanche, since we're the primary offense for the thread fall strikes." With another sniff to the air, he seems to approve of the warm, yummy smells coming out of the kitchen. "So, I take it that we are serving the people for a change?" He asks as he washes his hands first in one of the sinks, shivering at the cold water which pours out onto his fingers, then dries them off on a fluffy cloth. "I make a mean steak if need be." He says.

R'yn nods and moves for the spits, soothing the spit canines so that they don't make a mess. "Shush boy, shush....." He grins. "Porcine over here." He keeps the otherwise rambunctious spit canines quiet with a soothing scratch behind the ears. "Oh I know you, you're the canine that broke mister fluffy's arm. I had to mend that toy feline I'll have you know." He croons.

Inara slouches in, trying to hard to go unnoticed as she searches out some good thing or two that some might have overlooked. There's a grimace when other voices are noted and the one she zeros in on is that belonging to the bronzer she's wiled away a night and a day with only so recently. "Bubblies over there." she calls out trying to cause a distraction so she can hit the stew pot.

Rayne sighs at Mel'Tar. "Really Mel'Tar, don't be such a bore. A little gossip is good for the weyr. Keeps our minds off more important things." Bumping another drudge out of the way, she pulls down a bowl and various spices. "Hmm, fetch a plate, R'yn, and get some good pieces of the porcine. And no, nothing so noble as serving others, Mel'Tar. I'm in this for myself. The rest of you simply get to benefit from my generosity." She smiles her most winning 'see, I can be nice' smile and begins mixing a few random spices after a quick taste test of each. Finger in her mouth, she turns at Inara's voice and waves her free hand. "That's the spirit! Grab a few and bring them over." Rayne has no issue with involuntary enlistment.

R'yn slices some pieces from the side of the porcine, "ooooh, she stuffed it with nuts, bread and sausage." R'yn hums in delight as he scoops a good helping of stuffing onto the plate next to the porcine slices. He drops a sliver for the spit canine guarding the roast and carries the plate over to Rayne. "Here we go ma'am."

"Well, I suppose I know a little gossip here and there, though it is hardly anything worth getting excited over. Though I did catch a rumor that a certain brown rider who 'claims' to be quite the ladies man, is actually a man's man." Mel'tar hums to himself a bit as he bumps his hip against Rayne's as he passes by, tossing her a knowing look. "G'rith always brags that he can have any lady he wishes, but one of the staff told me he caught him, and another guy getting all sorts of cozy the other night at the bathing caverns. Then again, he said it was dark, but... he was sure it was another guy." The bronze rider looks amused as he shrugs his broadened shoulders up a bit, before plucking out some meat rolls from the ice boxes to warm up. "Evening, Inara." He calls over to his green riding friend, offering her a warm, and friendly smile.

Inara captures both bubbles and rolls along with something else in another basket before joining the group. "Evening Mel'tar." comes as she sets her finds along with the rest, "Don't be a party pooper Mel'tar go grab some klah or the stew." Listening to all the banter, Inara stays quiet for a while. "Have to admit Mel that you are by far more interesting and entertaining for a woman then he is."

Rayne takes the plate. "Thank you, sir." She breathes deeply, taking in the fresh aroma of the porcine meat. "Hmm, I definitely think this could use some spicing up. The stuffing is a nice touch, but the food here is so bland!" The last bit is mentioned rather loudly, to hopefully be overheard by the kitchen staff. Placing the plate down on a counter, she takes a slice of the meat and rubs it with the various spices she's mixed together. At being bumped by Mel'Tar, she opens her mouth, then instead shoots him a mock glare. "Careful, Mel, or you'll start a few new rumors." She eyes Inara, then grins. "And G'rith doesn't surprise me, honestly. He should just get over himself. The male pairings don't seem to lack for fun!" She gets back to work, sprinkling the meat with the spices. "Ah, this should help things. Here, R'yn, sit these over one of the warming fires for a few moments. And you'll have something with some real taste!" She passes the plate of meat back to the weyrling before clearing space on the counter, where she quickly takes a seat.

R'yn blushes at the mention of a brownriding mans man. "Sounds........ appealing." R'yn mumbles. "Being flexible is only a bonus." He mumbles. He takes the plate and nods, heating it over one of the warming fires as reccomended. "Hmmmm...." He pokes the still warming plate with a fork experimentally and takes a deep whiff. "Now thats love right there."

"I don't mind being apart of the rumors, as long as they're really good ones." Mel'tar says with a laugh as he rubs the back of his neck some, giving Rayne a wink as he plucks up the pitcher of klah in one arm, then balances the stew in the other. "Besides, I've yet to have a gold rider on my arm." He says, then pauses. "Or even a woman on my arm for any long period of time." He says with a wry look upon his face as he shrugs once more. With a tilt of his head to Inara, he says, "You think I'm interesting?" He laughs. "If you go for the overworked quiet type."

R'ico comes in, pulling oof his knit gloves? He sniffs to see what's cooking.

Inara looks to Mel'tar and nods before actually blushing at Rayne's words. "I...uh..." and that is her answer to Rayne. "Yes I find you interesting, very interesting." but she doesn't go into much more depth then that. "I'm surprised you don't have a female snuggled into your bed all the time, I found them extremely comfy."

Rayne overhears R'yn's exclamation and nods. "See, let it never be said that I didn't do something kindly for the rest of the weyr." As the aroma of the sizzling meat comes her direction, she jumps down off the counter. "That should be enough to sear it, R'yn. Bring it over here. Actually, just bring all the food over here." She gestures to the counter. "Those outside can be on their own." Though apparently the activity in the kitchen has attracted others, as she notices R'ico enter. "Hey R'ico, grab some stools or chair or something, if you don't mind." The gold rider surveys the spoils of the raid. "Seems we made out pretty well." Getting out of the way, she gestures for other to unload their goodies and grab a plate. "Hurry before we have an army of hungry riders bearing down on us. I'll have have such food wasted on the masses after all." She slides up next to Mel'Tar, looking from him to Inara. "Well, Faranth take me, someone thinks Mel'Tar is interesting!" She lightly slaps the man on the back and grins. "Perhap you've been overworking yourself in more than just..well.. work! And here I thought you were a prude. Keep practicing and maybe Oloranth will catch Ilveraeth. But definitely practice first." She winks at Inara before stepping away to find a cup.

R'ico pulls up to a stop. "What? You giving a cooking class or something? I just came in for some klah and some fruit, it there is any."
R'yn carries the plate obediently over to Rayne and sets it down, trying some of the roast porcine for himself. "OH YUM!!!!" He exclaims. "Its delicious!" He tries some of the stuffing. "This too. Very zesty." He yums. "What did you put on it?"

Inara waves over at R'ico, "I'm not exactly sure." is called out before she goes back to trying to ignore all the talk. "Oh Mel when you get a chance I do need a moment of your time to talk to you about a few things." Then it's back to shoving baskets around, taking the collected foof from hands so they can go get more. "What I would give for some berries over sweet bread."

"I am -hardly- a prude. I just... ah.. don't.. get out often enough to well.. socialize with.. the womenfolk as often as most likes." Mel'tar says, practically embarrassed at both of the women's words. At the slap, his shoulders hunk a bit forward. "So you don't think I'm interesting, Rayne?" He raises a brow upwards, before giving his head a shake, while trying to hold the stew and klah carefully so not to get burned. "What's up, Inara?" He asks as his cheeks continue to hold a bright flush of red as his private life is aired to anyone who is listening.

Rayne grins at R'yn. "Honestly, I haven't a clue. I just throw together whatever makes my eyes water." She forks a piece of the meat and takes a bite, holding the fork in front of her while she chews. "Not bad, not bad at all. You really should try this, R'ico, but I think I spied some fruit towards the back." After taking another bite and swallowing, she smiles a bit more kindly at Mel'tar. "You'll have to forgive me, Mel. You've caught me in a rare mood."

R'ico tilts his head a little and smiles at the talk. Seems the most favorite conversation topic in this Weyr is, well, mutual attraction. Of one sort or another. He goes to get a plate for Rayne to dish him up some of whatever is being served. "What is this, y'say? Porcine? It sure smells good. Who did the cooking?"

R'yn knaws on his share of the meat and stuffing. "Can i have some fruit too?" He asks with his mouth full. "I love the meat. But it needs something sweet too." He tells Rayne. "its almost like those harvest thanks gather meals. Very very good." He agrees.

"Well, R'ico, it was pretty much a group effort. Good food, good company. Just don't go telling folks I've gone domestic. I have a reputation to keep after all." Rayne takes an aristocratic pose before reaching up to scratch her shoulder. "So tell me, R'yn, where are you in weyrling training? I haven't had much time to come out and watch in a while."

After settling the stew and the klah down on the small table filled with food, Mel'tar offers a quiet smile to those about, then starts to gather up a plate of food for himself, as usual packing on the meatrolls. For now, he grows quiet, staying in the background as he listens to the conversation turn to Weyrlings. Turning his eyes upon R'yn expectedly, he waits to hear the answer. Yawing into the back of his head, he is starting to feel the hours of the day finally get to him.

R'yn shakes his head. "Uh, not very far. Donath is only almost 3 months old." R'yn tells them both. "I think we're almost going to start though. Donath is getting pretty big. She's slender for a green, but tall." R'yn adds. "She'll probably be the first one ready."

Rayne smiles and nods, listening to R'yn. "Without our green dragons, and their riders, Pern would be lost. I'll have to come out and watch when your class starts flying." She tilts her head left, then right, popping the aches of the day. "Well folks, I thank you all for joining my kitchen raid. Come see me when you're fussed at. Well, when you're fussed at, R'yn." The rest, she realizes, are relatively immune for disrupting the weyr's kitchens. "With that, I take my leave. And remember, I can be nice!" Tossing her fork in one of the piles of dishes off to the side, she moves to make her way out of the kitchens.

R'yn finishes his meal and then looks for a place to set his empty plate and dishes down. "There we go." He hurries out. "I will!" He promises.

R'ico says, "Good lunch, Rayne!"

Rayne leads an uber sekrit rider raid of the kitchens. R'yn tags along with R'ico, Mel'tar, Inara, Y'sian and Nadina.

I got a Soldier

Mon, 23 Feb 2009 23:26:24 GMT

Igen Weyr - Central Bowl(#5959RJLas)
Barren by day, the Weyr bowl becomes a hive of activity at sundown. It is the center of the Weyr's industry -- the frequent comings-and-goings of dragon transports are marked by the greeting bugles of the watchrider pairs with the odd flurry of wings and raucous calls of gathered firelizards. During the day, before and after Rukbat reaches its zenith, shadows are cast by the worn peaks at the volcanoes rim that at times look as though they're dancing across the sand -- an illusion enhanced by the shimmering of rising heat and light reflected by the lake to the south. Dragons of all sizes and colours can be seen lounging in the sun, soaking up the extreme warmth as if it were going out of fashion. Towards the end of the day or very early morning before the heat becomes too much, activity within the Weyr increases -- residents and riders alike helping to load and unload arriving goods and visitors from dragons and regular trade caravans. Every other part of the Weyr branches out from this central location. Many of the lower ledges can also be seen from the bowl; most specifically those of the Weyrleaders and the junior queens.

*Access Igen Weyr information via +igwhelp*

Contents:
Omasuth(#4596OVapq)
Chaos Soldier
Nasheth(#9946OVaepq$)
R'oc
Sianne
Oe'lly(#4358PJce)
Obvious exits:
Junior Queens <JQ> Weyrleaders' Complex <WC> Southern Bowl <S> Northern Bowl <N> Hatching Grounds <E> Living Caverns <W>

Chaos Soldier - #97
A deep deep brown bathes most of this runner. Her hide is speckled with stars near her flank and hindquarters. A swirl of primal light twisted over her otherwise night brown fur. Pale hooves like bits of the moons tip her feet. Her front legs, and her right rear leg are covered in pale ermine stockings. A single pale snip of color, a petal of starlight that's fallen from the rest, tips a soft, dark brown nose.
Chaos Soldier is in phenominal health! (450%)
Chaos Soldier appears to be about 0 Turns, 2 months, and 25 days old.
Chaos Soldier bears the brand of A circular whorl of flame with a dragon's head at its widest tip..
Chaos Soldier appears happy to see you, eyes watching you expectantly.
Type '+help Runner' for help files.

Nasheth raises his large head and turns to the group as well, as he does he rumbles softly. His eyes whirl green and red as he eyes the group then seeing Sianne he seems to do more. ((Good day Sianne, how are you today?)) The dragon waits a few moments before turning to lay his head down in the direction of the group.

Oe'lly couldn't really care about Van getting dirty. He's a boy. And he's two and a half. Dirt is a fact of life. And Oe'lly doesn't have to wash his clothes, Faranth's blessings on the poor ladies of the laundry. "Aw come on now, don't encourge him too soon..." Oe'lly smirks as Van squeezes Sianne's neck in that fierce sort of toddler way. "Though I guess it does keep inspiring his adoration of you...." As R'oc and his lifemate come in for a lifetime. "Mornin' R'oc. Clear skies?"

Sianne turns towards the arriving bronze pair with a grin as she squeezes Van back. "Just wait til I start sneaking him out onto the sands when he's a little older." Yes Si would do that and Yes Sakrienth would let her too. "G'day R'oc. I hope the day is treating you well." she calls out as she lays a smacking kiss on the boys cheek. "Adoration is good, it'll keep him in line around me."

Bright fire brown touches down a good ways away from Aoriya. Indeed, Omasuth has been instructed to keep a long way away from the little Runner that Aoriya is taking out on its first legs. The dark brown runner foal trots skittishly alongside Aoriya, who keeps up at a slow lope. "Good girl... good Soldier..." She grins as she makes her way near Oe'lly, Sianne and R'oc. "Oye, Oe'lly, lady Sianne! Good Morning!"

R'oc smiles as he gets to the group, then he nods toward Oe'lly as he then turns towards the weyrwoman and smiles. "Well what can I say I guess when you fly above the clouds it's always clear." R'oc smiles and then looks at the little boy and grins. "Sianne, I don't know if you know, but there's a little something clinging to your leg." He chuckles a bit before the sound of Oe'lly and the foul catch his attention. He smiles and nods towards the rider that makes her way towards the group.

Sianne laughs as she squeezes Van again before handing the now dirty boy off to Oe'lly "I'll be back, Saks...." leaving it at that she dashes for the lake.

Oe'lly chuckles. "Yeah, until he hits three and realizes there are other women in the world out there. He's a bigger flirt than I am." And that's saying something. Granted, supplying the boy with sweets will ensure a certian level of loyalty through out his lifetime. "Aoriya. How's the training coming?" He gets handed the bpy back, who cries and whines for his ShiShi back. "Oi, Van. Enough." There's one of those fatherly looks to the boy, who snuggles down into his father's neck, crying and pouting for a bit. "Well, I reckon you've a point there, R'oc. Sweeps were uneventful then?"

Aoriya grins. "Training for me? Lovely, training for this little lady? Just starting. My stallion, Smelted, sired this one. Omasuth says he'll wait for her to get fat, but I told him he lays a claw on her while she's out exercising and I'll find some way to make him regret it!" She carefully leads the little runner to a stop. "This little un is Chaos Soldier. For her coat and her temprament."

:watches the little runner and then smiles and says. "Well hello there Aoriya, how are you this morning?" As he looks over at the now slumbering bronze he smile. "Well I'll let Nasheth answer your question." He then looks over at Oe'lly and asks. "So how about your day Oe'lly?"

R'oc watches the little runner and then smiles and says. "Well hello there Aoriya, how are you this morning?" As he looks over at the now slumbering bronze he smile. "Well I'll let Nasheth answer your question." He then looks over at Oe'lly and asks. "So how about your day Oe'lly?"

Aoriya grins. "Wonderful! I thought I'd take this little lady out for a ride before I get to work on a new jewlery project I'm working on. Its going to be a belt made from bronze chainlinks. It'll be pretty heavy, but it'll clink very nicely on a rider's flying suit." She grins. "I might not even sell it. I might just keep it for myself." Omasuth raises his head, letting out a good natured trumpet of good morning to the nearby dragons.

Oe'lly nods appreciativly to both, momentarily ignoring the miniature tempertantrum carrying on on his shoulder. He chuckles at the antics of the brown, "I'm sure he's mostly teasing you. She looks great, she'll be an honour to all of Igen and yourself when she's out on the track winning races. For me, it's a restday, so it's going to be a good one. Time with Van, I can't really ask for much more." He could, but he's not a selfish man. "That does sound heavy."

Aoriya nods thoughtfully. "Yes, I'd have to make the links small and the belt rather thin to keep it from weighing the person down." Aoriya grins as she gets a nudge. She carefully strokes the little foal's muzzle, earning a jealous bark from Omasuth.

Nasheth gets to his feet as the other dragon gets his attention, well more so the talk about the chain and the clinging. As he trumpets his greeting to Omasuth as he turns and nears the group. Wanting to hear more of this little thing that will make sound when his rider moves. R'oc laughs as he looks towards Nasheth, then looks to
Aoriya. "So Nasheth over there says you should sell it to me, so when I come around her can hear me coming." Not unlike an cow bell that is, and when he says this he raises his head towards Oe'lly. "So he's keeping you busy."

Aoriya blinks. "Omasuth? Very. We do a little of everything, I do errands now and again for a little extra pocket change. It keeps me busy." She grins cheerfully. "When I finish a jewelery piece I usually take a quick trip down to Ierne to sell it at the shops." She explains. "Then back up here. And I found a sand dune to flop on out in the desert, just as a hang out spot for me and Omasuth to sun on."

[DTU/Project] Omasuth projects to Nasheth . o O ( And then there are the fine greens down at Ierne to flirt with. )

Oe'lly chuckles at the dragons suggestion for what to do with the chain. And then he nods, "He does, two and a half turns full of handful. But I'm sure I wasn't any different to my parents." He turns his head to look at the quieted boy, who's tired himself out and is nearly asleep in his father's arm. The bronzerider nuzzles his cheek against the top of Van's curly head. "You know, you could try selling here, I'm cure there are plenty of riders who would like to help support a local girl."

Aoriya grins. "Oh trust me Oe'lly, I get plenty of business around here." Aoriya laughs. "Omasuth seems to really like going down to Ierne. He says its the beaches, but I think its the greens /on/ the beaches that he likes best." She cackles in glee. "I humor him sometimes. I got this one commission the other day. This bluerider wants me to make a necklace for his sister who lives up in the Telgar Hills. Her turnday's coming up."

Smelted has a little girl runner, Chaos Soldier. Aoriya shows her new filly off.

Special Delivery!

Mon, 23 Feb 2009 21:26:13 GMT

Harper Hall - Entrance Foyer(#4382RJs)
In this small foyer to Harper Hall, everything is clean and in perfect order. Overhead, hanging from high beams are a pair of chandeliers, set up with electric lights. They cast a cool glow throughout the room. Underfoot, beige stone tiles create a textured surface while a few well placed throw rugs in harper blue soften the look. On the walls are several tapestries depicting portraits of famous MasterHarpers of ages past.
Cushioned benches line the walls, along with small tables with round blue vases of fresh flowers. Off to one side is a podium with a large tome on it. The tome can be read by any who wander through in order to find out more about what a Harper must do. To the south, you spy the doors to offices of Harper Masters, while to the north and west you see the doors to the Hall's Dining Hall and the doors to the CraftHall proper.

-*- Access Harper Hall information via +hachelp -*-

People: Aoriya Moyrel

Obvious exits:
Headwoman's Office <hwo> Apprentice Master's Office <amo> Craftmaster's Office <cmo> Craftsecond's Office <cso> Grand Hall <gh> Courtyard <c>
Moyrel is here, looking over a statistical record book of some sort, occasionally looking up from the book to watch the bustle of craft activity.

Aoriya slips in, carrying a package for the Harper and gaping like a tourist. No, seriously, she's looking back and forth as she tries to find the Craft Master out of the bustle. A blue firelizard pops in above her head and an outstretched hand brings him in before he can cause any trouble. "rrrrg... where..." She hops up and down on her toes to see if she can spot the Master Harper.

Moyrel stands up as someone with the appearance of lost courier appears. She tucks the book under her arm and approaches the new arrival. "Hello," she says, and dips a curtsey. "You look confused?"

Aoriya heheh's nervously. "I've got a package of vellum for the Master Harper Moyrel?" Its both a statement and a question. The firelizard moves to her head as Aoriya starts shifting back and forth looking for the clipboard she needs to finish the delivery should she have found her man. The lizard chirps indignantly, bobbing back and forth on her head until. "Thank you Omasuth, I've got it." A helpful dragon seems to have pointed the way, for she finds it tucked into the left side of her wherhide jacket. "ah."

Moyrel nods, and sets the book on the nearest table, and reaches to take the package. "That'd be me. I and some of my more advanced students are working on a calligraphy project." She looks at the firelizard for a moment, and sifles a giggle. "Thanks."

Aoriya eeks as the firelizard slips to her shoulder with a flap of wings. "No problem." She offers the clipboard to Moyrel. "Sign here. And pardon Shida here. I don't know what possessed him to pop in all the way out here. All three of mine have been acting the strangest lately. I think my green lizard's gonna end up goin proddy soon. That might be the cause of the uproar."

Moyrel grins sympathetically. "One of my greens is proddy right now. Great Faranth, I wish she'd get it done with. Anyway." She takes the clipboard and signs as indicated in her loopy, spidery handwriting. "There."

Aoriya nods. "Thank you." Shida squeals and goes darting between. He reappears higher above near the hall cieling and silently glides off. "Oh dear... and he's likely caught on to her too. Durn blue, my bronze lizard acts like Don Juan back home, so he thinks he can steal some women abroad." She laughs. "Shida! Git back here..." No sign of the sky blue. "I give up. This is the boy who skinned his chest because a green got under his skin."

Moyrel laughs lightly. "Yeah, and my green acts like Godiva sometimes. She has as much ego as some of the golds, so help me." She looks around, as if for something or someone. "Where is that little beast anyway? So, yours tends to get a bit, erm, reckless when someone's proddy, I take it?"

Aoriya rolls her eyes. "Weeellll... since my bronze acts like the worlds worst egotist when it comes to the females, I guess Shida, the blue that just flew the coop, figures that he can follow me around and he'll get a girl eventually." Aoriya drawls.

Moyrel chuckles softly. "Actually my brown Ash is the egoist among my males. He fancies himself so macho--really he's an old softy, but don't say that around him."

Aoriya laughs. "oh... that might be my /dragon/ for that matter! Omasuth goes for the nearest green or gold he can find when we travel. And he has such a crush on this gold from his clutch named Zuhth." Aoriya laughs. There's a bronze, come to stealz his brother's stolen woman, for the lizard sail/slinks in the same direction his brother has, holding an altitude equal to his blue brother. "Uh oh." She points to the bronze. "That's Kujaku... this could be trouble."

Moyrel grins, and pets the sleepy bronze lizard on her shoulder. "Mm, fighting for the hand of a lady, then? This one's Sparkle." The little bronze churrs contently at Moyrel and then lifts his head slightly as he hears his name. "My lazy one."

Aoriya snorts. "my lazy is green Nemu. And /she's/ nowhere to be seen. There's a dune that I like to go sunbathe on with Omasuth in our spare time. Odds are she's gone there to sleep." Aoriya peeks at Sparkle. "Hey there... yes you /do/ sparkle..." She assures the firelizard.

Moyrel grins. "Yeah, well, y'know, flattery usually will earn you anything with these critters, so don't let it get to his little bronze head." The firelizard butts her gently in the cheek, as if denying that fact totally humble, yup, yup. "Bah," she bahs at the critter. Then, "But I love 'em all the same."

Aoriya chuckles. "Oh I know the type. Firelizards are some of the most affectionate creatures on Pern." She agrees. "Dragons, Runners and domestic canines come after that. My Omasuth, he walked right up to me and butted me right in the chest..." She sighs lovingly at her lifemate.

Moyrel grins. "I've witnessed enough draconic Impressions to see all the ways that the bond can start. Y'know, there was a time when I'd always hoped to be Searched for weyrlinghood, once upon a time long ago, when I was young enough for it. It never happened. Everyone told me that it was my destiny to become Masterharper of Pern. I never believed them." She has to laugh a little at that.

Aoriya snorts. "I believed my destiny was to follow in my father's footsteps and help him make fireworks. He's very good at it. He makes emergency flares too. I think he did a show in Fort Hold last turn actually. I was busy that night or I'd have come to watch."

Moyrel nods, shifting the package in her hands. "Well, as I come from a family of Traders, joining the craft was a bit of a break from tradition, though a welcome one, as I was the only one with any significant musical talent." A pause, then: "Actually, it's been a while since I last was the Fort proper, even for all the traveling that I still do elsewhere."

Aoriya chuckles as a bronze blur goes shooting past above near the cieling, on the tail of not a green, but somebody's gold. "Oh no." There goes two more bronzes and a brown behind her. "I'm only half hoping he gets his claws on 'er. Who's /is/ that anyway? Just like Kujaku to be rude." Still no sign of Shida, which is likely a good thing. "My dad actually makes road flares for Traders. That's most of what he makes, but fireworks are his passion."

Moyrel watches the lizards and shrugs. "No idea. I don't think I even know anyone around here who has a gold. It's all good, as they don't damage anything zinging around the foyer or wherever they end up."

Aoriya rolls her eyes, "I'd better get going, Kujaku can come back when he can. And if you find Shida pestering any of the greens, he doesn't like peppermint. Something peppermint smelling will drive him away in a heartbeat." Aoriya rolls her eyes. "Go figure. Its been a pleasure ma'am." She bows politely.

Moyrel nods emphatically, and picks up the book, holding the packing under her arm. "Sure thing, you have a good day. I should be getting back to my duties myself." With that she starts toward the administrative offices. Exit stage rear.

Aoriya makes a delivery to the Harpercraft hall.

Sisters Reach out part 2

Sat, 21 Feb 2009 00:22:21 GMT

"Aha! And the brown Impresses to a female. Women always deserve the best." Tarish continues stroking her newborn flit as she watches the antics of the sands. "See, Bellanne," she remarks with a tease of her hair. "I didn't have to do a gosh darn thing. That bronze out there is making enough trouble to account for everybody else. Can't imagine what your reaction would've been if that girl had been you..." Cackle.

From the Sands, Utaria lets out a soft oh at the green, watching her quietly. She glances at the eggs, looking for her favorite for a moment before the hatchlings wandering become the center of attention.

Aoriya looks out at the bronze, the brown, and the blue hatchling. "It looks like things are going alright down there. Yeah Omasuth, I think he'll be a mighty fine brown someday. What'choo think Bellanne? "Grith? Grith? Girth! Grith!" She chortles. "Oooooooh..." She looks at the green. "Isn't she gorgeous... Omasuth you perv! Don't make comments like that just when they hatch!" Aoriya turns flush.

From the Sands, Keziah applauds her fellow candidates turned weyrlings but not without a cautious eye out upon the sands. As the next appears, her grin only grows wider. "That's a beauty!"

From the Sands, Khi follows out to gather up the next, smiling. "No worries. Just have Grith head this way." she indicates the side of the sands where the new pairs are being gathered and the brown and his rider follow obligingly.

From the Sands, Illiara can't help but giggle at the nosy Bronze, a hand going to cover her mouth. "Faranth..." She giggles, which only increases at the wandering Brown's impression. But, finally -- a female hatches! And here she'd been thinking it'd be an all-male clutch. "Oh," The little green gets a wide-eyed look of surprise. "My...she's bright."

From the Sands, A series of sharp cracks come from the area of the Not a Good Idea Egg, but still it doesn't move. Maybe it was one of the others that made the noise.

Bellanne laughs at Tarish, batting her arm. "Tarish." Shaking her head. "I don't know. I'd have been shocked.." Trailing off and giggles. "He's a nice brown, I think. And they're all lovely hatchlings..." No comment to the scolding of the brown and her attention goes on the eggs again. "Tarish, you've got me worrying one of them might try to get up here..."

From the Sands, Hitomi squints her eyes as the green busts forth, that bright of a green can /not/ be missed. Every thing seems to move faster now as her head twists here and there.

From the Sands, Trauen Sie Zu Folgen Green Hatchling falls damply onto the sands the minute that she's out of her shell, squawking in surprise. When she rights herself, she does so with a certain fluidity, almost as though all of her limbs just fell perfectly into place. Surveying the white things before her with a quick glance, the hatchling tilts her head back to peer up at Rhadamanth and Hesketh. It's important that they're acknowledged, first. That done, she totters forth, tail flinging up sand in a wide arc behind her as she approaches the candidates, beginning her inspection with the first person she comes to - a girl from Ista. Apparently, she's found lacking, for the young dragon continues on, undeterred.

From the Sands, Gerundy's eyes bulge as the bronze goes for some poor girls' skirt, starting to go for the too-high hem of his own robe and realizing his hands are taken. Instead, he shifts uncomfortably and makes a little face, "That is one bright green!"

Alaye gives an amused grin as yet another flashy dragon emerges. My, there were a lot of very bright hatclings in this clutch. For a moment her eyes follow the bright green, for it was very hard to miss.

From the Sands, Earnest Obscenities Bronze Hatchling seems to be muttering to himself in terms that are none-too-friendly, a low rumbling as he trudges down the line of aspiring dragonriders, apparently finding none of them acceptable. But then, there's one after his own heart, one who did his own murmuring earlier of 'shards' and 'shells', an awkward adolescent with a nose that just might distract people from the bronze's waistline. He'll do.

From the Sands, Felandre glances to his fellow candidates, though none in particularly as he squints to the former Resurrection Egg. "Well, I wasn't expecting a green from that one. You wouln't miss her at night..."

From the Sands, With a triumphant cry it seems that the Earnest Obscenities Bronze Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!

From the Sands, Jordan is looking every which way, utterly unable to believe he's actually here -- on the sands, as a candidate! His brother Deran, also a candidate, has a more laid back attitude about it, seeming almost bored.

From the Sands, Keziah blinks at the antics of the green and giggles before straightening up and keeping her eyes peeled at the actions taking place. Best not to miss a thing less she get smooshed... or miss a bronze impression.

From the Sands, Utaria glances at the green and then is looking towards that bronze again. He's found someone and she lets out a cheer before her attention is going to the green.

From the Sands, Gerundy looks for a moment like he might be sick, turning green in the face and realing away from Hitomi and Meridlyn, looking down incredulously at the pudgy bronze at his feet. "Ceth.. er, um.. okay.. yes, yes, food, we'll get you food!"

From the Sands, Not a Good Idea Egg suddenly topples over - or more accurately it's lifted up and dropped by a small blue hatching that was lurking inside. He appears to have removed the base of the egg in a perfect circle before tossing aside his disguise.

From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Man on a Mission Blue Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Sands, This little blue may be small, but even as a hatchling his muscles have potential. A dark navy is his main colouring, cloaking his form in darkness, though a brighter indigo star is placed high up on his front left flank. His taut belly appears to be flecked with brown, a colour echoed once more on the tip of his whip-like tail. His wings are perhaps a little small in comparison to his bulk, but show a little brighter blue over their mottled surface.
From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Aoriya is elbowed by a sisterly elbow. "Oh, I forgot to introduce you Bellanne. This is my older sister Kagora. She's a weaver. She made the outfit I'm wearing, and the ones that I normally wear." The sister grins, easily 2 turns older than Aoriya, and keeps one eye watching the proceedings on the sands. "Its a pleasure." She smiles. "Oooh, look, a blue." She points to a tiny, muscular, navy blue that had just emerged.

From the Sands, Utaria lets out another cheer for Gerundy. "He's wonderful, Gerundy." She takes a break and shuffles her feet and watches the blue. "He's small, too.."

From the Sands, Man on a Mission Blue Hatchling glances quickly round this new room, and then darts behind another egg. He peeks out twice, and then moves forwards through the remains of the clutch, stopping behind an egg each time. Once his cover runs out he races at the line of candidates, skidding into a tall girl from Boll. "Jaceth! Stop!" Lucys arms immediately go around her new protector.

From the Sands, Khi gets Grith and his rider settled into food and then looks back tot he eggs. At last, the lovely flash of green graces the sands and a soft sigh escapes her lips. Yet it is back to service soon enough as the bronze makes his own selection and she moves over to where Gerundy and his new mate are. "Congratulations, right this way..." she gestures

Bellanne grins and nods at Kagora. "It's a pleasure to meet you." She offers, giving another polite nod and she looks to the blue. "Oh! He found who he wanted, fast.."

From the Sands, Hitomi glances back over toe the green with a grin. "She seems to know what to do right off the bat!" her attention is pulled to the bronze as he impresses. "Oh, congratulations!" She grins as her hand is freed, her attention dosen't linger long on the pair though, she would see them later, for now shes gazing at the new hatchling.

From the Sands, Illiara is torn from her inspection of the intensely bright green at Gerundy's Impression. Her eyes widen, and the girl smiles a little, hopping from one foot to the other. "Oh, good for you!" She laughs, then, as the skidding blue is stopped by Lucys -- but here, she keeps her cheers to a quieter tone, attention shifting here and there anxiously.

From the Sands, D'ion arrives just in time for yet another blue to grace itself upon the sands and his grin grows wide. "Another, this is a lucky clutch. Two blues already less I miss more." He peers over to D'ana and winks, atleast /he/ seems to think the blues are lucky ones. Especially at the speed of their impressions. They truely know what they want. Khi and the newest member is given a bow of his head and Svodamirth rumbles his own congratulations before he glances back upon the sands.

From the Sands, Jordan points excitedly at the blue, "Look, look, oh, look over there, did that bronze just impress? What about that green? Oh, there goes the blue." Excitement, confusion, and the tiniest hint of disappointment at the impressions. But there's still time, eggs, and hatchlings. Right? Right.

From the Sands, Trauen Sie Zu Folgen Green Hatchling maintains an alert sort of stance as she passes candidate after candidate. No, sorry, not quite what she inherently seeks. Each person is given an intent look, even the occasional sniff here and there. But some sort of inborn programming - we'll call it instinct - drives her onward. She's heading on a little farther down the line.

From the Sands, Unspoken Prediction Egg twitches, the swirls that coat the shell seeming to move as it rocks to and fro in it's little hollow of sand.

From the Sands, Night Under the Stars Egg trembles slightly from its nest in the sand, the dots of white on the upper half of the shell shifting just enough to make one wonder if the stars actually twinkled. A second later, it stills again.

From the Sands, Meridlyn slowly lets go of Gerundy's hand as he finds his lifemate. The now empty hand is used to cheer her fellow Candidate and acquaintance, as she smiles and mutters congratulations. The applause is extended by the second Impression, but soon she is silent once more, attention given once more to the eggs.

From the Sands, Utaria is distracted by the Night Under the Stars eggs and watches it carefully, her head tilting. "I hope that one hatches next. It was lovely when I was touching." She notes, her arms crossing over her chest.

From the Sands, Keziah begins to... shake her feet? Seems some grains of sand is giving her the run for her marks and she grumbles as they're shaken one after the other. Her eyes are pulled away from the sands to watch her progress on this whole mess. The green dragon moving is off her radar for now.

From the Sands, R'dy is ushered off the sands, helping Ceth along as they go, moving off to the side to feed his new lifemate.

From the Sands, Felandre watches Gerundy's impression and that of the blue, and then his eyes are on the green moving about the sands and its all enough to make the candidate give his head a slow shake. A hand goes to his temples for a quick rub and then a swipe to clear the sweat from his brow before he goes back to egg-watching.

Elara reaches out to pull back her youngest son as he leans too far forward in an effort to see the dragons on the Sands.

From the Sands, As a loud *CRACK* echoes into the hatching cavern, reverberating much like thunder, a sharp chasm splits the shell of the Night Under the Stars Egg asunder, running straight down to its base not unlike a jagged lightning bolt. A plaintive creel faintly sounds as the hatchling within begins to attempt to push the walls of the shell away. But alas, no such luck yet.

From the Sands, Illiara grumbles softly at the nearest person; Keziah, as it were. "Sharding hot..." She mutters, wincing as she keeps one foot on the sand for what's apparently too long -- she hops, no, bounces at that point, both leaving the scalding sand for a moment. Wince. "Oh," That entreating creel has her wincing. "Poor thing.."

Aoriya nods. "I'll say!" Aoriya explains. Kagora's face lifts in delight, but she focuses on the eggs and not the conversation. "She's a Journeyman, she told me she'll give it five turns before she tries for a Mastery." Aoriya chuckles. "I'll be lucky to make it to Journeyman." She laughs. "But Omasuth's enough for me." She cringes. "I meant that as a... never mind." She points ledgeward. "Omasuth not only lost the flight that resulted in these eggs, he thinks I should be trying to reach either Master or whatever Weyr rank I can reach within Igen Weyr."

From the Sands, Utaria makes a small face as the Night Under the Stars egg cracks loudly, but does not hatch. She continues to watch it carefully, her attention not leaving it.

From the Sands, Hitomi is partial panting now, the heat getting to her now. At least she wasn't outside in the cold. Her attention is on the eggs and impressions, clapping as each happen. That green still bobs in and out of her peripheral vision though occasionally, man she was bright. She scoots towards Mer with a grin as Gerundy leaves.

From the Sands, Trauen Sie Zu Folgen Green Hatchling comes to a sudden halt as she nears a grouping of candidates. Wait, that one there! With a curious little warble, she meets green eyes with her own and warbles cheerily, shifting momentarily from foot to foot so that it almost appears as though she's doing some sort of victory dance before crooning loudly. Mission accomplished!

From the Sands, Jordan jumps at the loud crack from the Night Under the Stars Egg, blinking at it curiously. "Wow." is all he can say. Wow indeed - something actually shut him up. Deran tilts his head at his brother and snickers, but doesn't say anything.

From the Sands, Keziah takes in a deep breath and bites down on her lower lip, her shaking stopping at that poor dragonets sound from within the shell. "Isn't someone going to help it?" she asks, peering around and saying it to no one inparticular as the concern sinks in deeper and deeper.

From the Sands, With a triumphant cry it seems that the Trauen Sie Zu Folgen Green Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!
Bellanne hms softly at Aoriya, giving and idle nod. "I see.." Chuckling, she glances to the egg that seems to be having trouble. "Poor thing.. Well, I'm a Senior Apprentice and I think I'll make Journeyman soon.."

From the Sands, Meridlyn grimaces as the dragonet's sound reaches her ears, though she does not show much more emotion than that. After all, the poor thing would hatch eventually, right? Doing her best to smile at Hitomi as she edges closer, the girl starts to clap agin for the lastest Impression, though she cannot see who the new Weyrling is just yet.

From the Sands, Finally, the hatchling's efforts pay off: Night Under the Stars Egg is no more, shattered into fragments with the force of a final push from its former occupant, who finds herself blinking up at the world from a most undignified position.

From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Fairest Girl in Town Green Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Sands, Soft sprays of color, evocative of the first, tender shoots of spring wash over this sleekly built green, crowning a delicate head with hints of muted honeysuckle that fall to brush against her neck and shoulders. Here, the colors fold smoothly over her limbs, blending into gentle hues of creamy cowslips that cascade down to sway against her belly like the ends of a delicate shawl. Gradually, the spring-greens darken over her wings into richer shades, sun-kissed foliage creating a smooth, even canopy of color upon her wings when folded against her back. Luxurious splashes of deep emerald and sparkles of peridot refract from her wings when open, belying her otherwise delicate appearance, even down to the washed-out, bone-hued talons. Lithe in step and elegant in frame, here is one who embraces her femininity in the demure arch of her pale neck, the manner of her movements and the way that she swishes her curvaceous tail.
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From the Sands, Utaria lets out a soft oh as the egg hatches, finally. "How pretty!" She lets out, flushing and laughing softly. "She looks delicate." The woman notes idly, then continues to watch that green.

From the Sands, Felandre grins aside to Utaria as he regards the newborn green, "Delicate for tonight, at least. When she's the one looking down at us I'm sure she'll look a lot different."

From the Sands, Unspoken Prediction Egg keeps up its rhythmic rocking - back and forth, back and forth. It's in no hurry, almost as if the dragon inside were actually enjoying itself.

From the Sands, Hitomi gapes down at the green, her hands falling to cup under her dragons chin. "Yes, food is our mission, Abejath!" She grins firmly, her mind flooded.

From the Sands, Finally the girl exhales as the dragonet is freed and her shoulders slump noticably before a nervous and relieve giggle escapes from her. "She's absolutely darling. Perfect." Keziah straightens up and peers over towards the new hatching...

From the Sands, Utaria laughs at Felandre, "I think all the boys will flock to her." She teases him. "Aye... That's true. When she's bigger.." Trailing off, her attention goes to Hitomi and she claps her hands. "Oh! Congrats Hitomi. She's pretty!"

Aoriya gasps. "That green is absolutely beautiful. Look at her." Aoriya points, smiling at the sands. "She's graceful looking too. Oooooh, looks like somebody got the bright green. But that forest green is better."

From the Sands, Meridlyn finds her eyes widening not because of the latest hatchling, but because of the Impression that had occured right beneath her nose. "Hitomi..." she mutters, only able to stare for a moment. The girl quickly regains her composure, however. "Congratulations!"

From the Sands, Unhappily Ever After Egg does not move, but from it comes a very loud tap-tap, tap-tap, as the being inside begins to test the confines of its prison for a way out.

Bellanne nods her head. "I know.. I want to make something in that color now.." She murmurs, whipping out a sketch book and begins making a few quick sketches and notes before looking at the sands again, eagerly.

From the Sands, Illiara lets out an involuntary sound of delight as her friend Impresses. "Congratulations, Hitomi!" She giggles, smiling at the girls' bright new companion. Alas, her attention is then taken as the dark egg's occupant reveals herself. "Wow..." The girl breathes, shifting from foot to foot quickly. "Is it me or are they slowing down a little?"

From the Sands, Jordan bounces all around, both from excitement and to try and keep his feet off the hot sands as much as possible. The one green impresses, and another hatches. "She's a pretty one. Look, Deran!" Jo points again, prompting Deran to respond, "She's not my type." with a chuckle.

From the Sands, D'ion grins and slowly guides the next pair off of the sands hastily to allow the newfound pairs to settle down before returning moments later.

From the Sands, Unspoken Prediction Egg rocks too far and tumbles from its hollow. A myriad of cracks run over the shell and suddenly a small, thin, green is spinning from the shell with a quiet croon.

From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Proud to be Different Green Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Sands, Bright emerald green may be her colouring, but this little dragon is no gem. She has an almost emaciated look to her, only emphasised by the brighter tones that crown her head. Her wings are overlarge, sprinkled with a coating of yellowed stars that seem to drop from her wingspars. Her feet are perhaps the oddest part of her colouring -- each one appears to be a slightly different shade, one almost verging on black.
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From the Sands, Proud to be Different Green Hatchling stands up slowly, blinking several times before finally realising where she is. Turning her head upside down she peers at the line of candidates, then turns and walks towards her parents instead. Studying the older dragons for a moment she begins to back up. And up. And up. She's coming at the line backwards. Candidates scatter, but she knows exactly where she was headed and stops in front of a rather scared looking boy. As N'vil stammers out her name he seems to add extra o's to it, but eventually he manages to declare, "Oolath!"

Alaye continues to watch the blinding green hatcling as she roams across the Sands. Suddenly her ice-blue eyes open wide in curiosity as the dragon stops in front of a dark-haired girl in the crowd -- no wait, she knows that girl. It's none other than Hitomi. Grinning widely, Alaye claps and calls out, "Congratulations!" Though Hitomi probably can't hear her.

From the Sands, Fairest Girl in Town Green Hatchling clambers onto her feet somewhat awkwardly, stretching her brilliant wings out to dry. She's a dainty thing, despite being a bit on the large side, even for a green, and it shows in the careful way that she plants first one foot, then the other into the hot sands. But before she can even begin contemplating the white-robed people that lie just beyond, she's distracted by something shiny near her foot and dips her muzzle down to nose at a shimmering fragment of eggshell. Oooh, pretty!

From the Sands, Khi wipes her brow from the heat of the grounds and moves out to he next, leading N'vil and his green Oolath to where the dragons first meal awaits. "It's not far, don't worry." she assures the new rider.

From the Sands, With a sharp exhale, Keziah watches yet another dragonet find it's mate but there's still hatchings wandering. The newest green earns another giggle and she too begins to peer down at the sand. She didn't notice it before, but small minerals are distracting. At the very least, she keeps one hopeful eye on her...

From the Sands, Utaria cheers as the green impresses to a boy, and she grins. Though, the Fairest Girl in Town Green still holds most of her attention. As the hatchling gets distracted, she blinks. "Hm.."

From the Sands, Meridlyn wrinkles her nose at the green. What an odd hatchling! The little one had to know that she needed to find a rider and eat, but yet she was distracted by an eggshell. That likely would not be a favorable asset later in life. Despite her nervousness, Meridlyn can't help but giggle at the green's name. Oolath..it's a bit strange.

From the Sands, Unhappily Ever After Egg shudders this time, some flecks of gold falling to the sands as cracks appear all over. Still the loud tap-tap, tap-tap, comes from inside as the shell is methodically sawn away at.

From the Sands, Illiara can't seem to help but giggle at the dainty green's distraction -- she, herself, is distracted by the emaciated Green who moves to newly-named N'vil. Frowning faintly, the girl sighs. "She looks so scrawny..."

From the Sands, Jordan is watching the odder green as it impresses, so Deran has to point out the fairer green becing distracted by ... something. "Looks more like /your/ type, Jo." he teases, in an older-brother-ly fashion.

From the Sands, Fairest Girl in Town Green Hatchling seems more interested in wandering amongst the pretty pieces of shell and sand than heading toward the candidates, and it takes a rumble from her mother to finally get her moving in the proper direction. Ending up near a lad from Crom, she peers up at him for a long moment, a loud snort escaping her as she catches sight of his dusty robe and ill-fitting shoes. Oh, ewww. Clearly disgusted, she dismisses him and turns to regard those who remain, flaring her wings every now and then just to make them flash.

From the Sands, Utaria squeaks softly as the green flares her wings and dismisses the boy without a second thought. "She seems kinda.." Chuckling, her head shakes and she uncrosses her arms as she shifts her feet.

From the Sands, Heart of Darkness Egg slides some upon its sandy bed, red and blue struggling to free itself from the black overlay, as the occupant within attempts to break forth from the darkness and the egg wobbles.

From the Sands, Felandre looks to Utaria once more, muttering in hopes of finishing her sentence, "Girly?" All said in the best way, mind you, with a lopsided grin upon his face as he turns once more to regard the young dragons.

From the Sands, Keziah darts down to her sandles and robe, thankfully she's been standing upwind of the others though that isn't necessarily a good thing. She takes a deep breath, keeping silent as she watches intently.

From the Sands, Unhappily Ever After Egg falls silent finally, and for a moment that appears to be all that is going to happen. Finally the shell bulges horribly at one side, and a green field-like patch gives way to a dark brown foot. A moment later the rest of the shell disintegrates, dream fading into reality, and a By the Stars Brown Hatchling stands up from the ruins of the shell.

From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< By The Stars Brown Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Sands, Faded beige forms a subtle base for this robust brown dragon, the colour darkening around eyes and mouth to give him an almost sunken faced look. His haunches are lean, toned, but oddly patterned -- waves of a darker chocolate colour streak across them giving him an illusory creased look all the way down to his almost black feet. His belly is likewise crumpled, its generous form dotted in places with tawny stars, which become more noticeable on his great wings. The wingsails are crowded with these tawny places, the colour soon taking over and enveloping each wing like a cloak. His long cane-tail could be said to finish his ensemble, for as his legs darken it instead pales to a decorative silvery tip.
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From the Sands, Jordan is watching the 'girly' green, and the just hatched brown, and five million other things, though Deran is quick to point out to Felandre ad Utaria, "Exactly. She's /perfect/ for my brother here."

From the Sands, Utaria laughs at Felandre, shaking her head. "I don't think girly is the word I was looking for. More like.. Mean or picky." Laughing, her attention goes to the brown. "Oh, he's nice, too.."

From the Sands, Illiara glances over at Deran, and smiles a little. A hand seems to move of its' own accord up to her hair, fretting with it anxiously as she turns back to the few remaining eggs, distracted Green, and -- new hatchling! "Oh, wow.."

From the Sands, Meridlyn can only watch as another brown hatchling is brought into the world from the egg that she had found most interesting during the touchings. The girl finds the brown's colors extremely interesting, even moreso than that of the brown before. He is but a few moments old, and yet...he seems much, much older than that. What caused this illusion?

From the Sands, Fairest Girl in Town Green Hatchling rapidly tires of the people that she runs across - this one, too young, that one, too old, that other one - too grimy! Nearing another cluster of candidates, an appraising sort of look is given them before she pauses, fixated on a tall girl with eyes as green as she is. In her excitement and haste to get to her, she launches herself at her chosen candidate-turned-weyrling, talons accidentally raking through the sides of Illiara's robe, perhaps gouging in briefly. Well, that's one way to Impress.

From the Sands, With a triumphant cry it seems that the Fairest Girl in Town Green Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!

From the Sands, Heart of Darkness Egg cannot withstand the struggle within forever, and as the occupant continues its fight, causing a large crack down one side, splitting the shell and the blackness.

Aoriya points to the starry brown. "Hey... see him? Omasuth's actually jealous." Aoriya giggles. "His mind speaks in flames, and they're all turning green." She cackles.

Laria chuckles softly, "Well that is one way to get hold of the candidate that one wants

Bellanne laughs softly at the impression then glances at Aoriya. "He's still a hatchling, why would he be jealous?" Giggling, she covers her mouth and continues to watch.

From the Sands, Jordan watches the green ... gouge Illiara? Or at least, her robe. The healer in him comes out, "Are you okay?" he asks, frowning. "She seemed so nice..." the green. Right. The one described by Utaria as mean and picky.

From the Sands, Keziah gasps and watches the green make her choice before shaking her head. "Now that's uh... affectionate." She swallows hard and takes a step /away/ just to be on the safe side before letting those eyes dart out towards the rest.

From the Sands, Felandre lets out a soft breath as his eyes settle worridly onto Illiara, "...they don't know their own strength." He murmurs in defense of the dainty green. "I doubt I would either." Remarks the young man who resists the urge to make sure she's alright - let those in charge, who know how, get near a hatchling and her new rider.

From the Sands, Utaria squeaks at Illiara being clawed at by the green. "See.. Mean..." She murmurs, shuffling slightly away. "Are you okay Illi?" She questions, a frown working onto her brows. Her lips press together and she looks at the last few eggs and she takes an uneasy breath.

Elara gasps, "Oh no!" she says, rising to her feet as she sees the injury. Her eyes scan the Sands, hoping to see a Healer going to the scene to patch up the new Weyrling.

From the Sands, Key to Despair Egg doesn't seemed rushed at all, simply lying in wait for the right time, but it'll play a taunting game and give a good little wobble or two before going still.

From the Sands, Meridlyn turns her head from the brown hatchling and the rocking eggs in time to see a green maul Illiara. A terrified gasp escapes her, though her fear is lessened as the green Impresses to the girl. Well, the girl would need help, regardless of whether or not she now had a lifemate. Meridlyn begins to edge toward Illiara, but quickly changes her mind. No, she'd let the Healers handle that. It's too bloody for her liking.

From the Sands, By The Stars Brown Hatchling straighens up from his shell -- wings back, head held high. He turns to peer at the mess behind him, dropping his head so that he can investigate the remnants of his former home closely. A slight shake of his head and he turns his attention back to those white things that caught his eye before. Interesting.

From the Sands, Felandre spies that twitch, that bit of movement out of the corner of his eye and suddenly every focus of the candidate is turned upon that sinister shell. His eyes narrow and his mouth begins to frown as he stands taller, straighter, as if preparing to face down with it instead of welcoming the hatchling inside.

From the Sands, Ro's gradual relaxing throughout the course of the hatching seems all for naught as one of the hatchlings launches herself at a candidate. "Oh, no! Is she -- " And then there's a shift in the sea of dragons and candidates and the healer gasps. "Illiara! Shells, I should - no, wait, I can't. Yes, yes, I know, the baby!" All of this is spouted in a hurried breath in response to a rumble from her lifemate, the goldrider turning to R'sul agitatedly. "I think that was my niece!" And there's a frantic gesture, too, probably something that indicates 'do something, please?' Not that he exactly can, but at least there are healers on hand off to the side, procured just in case something like this did happen.

From the Sands, Keziah is nervous now but she keeps her position on the sounds despite the undying need to flee and hide. There's not many left so leaving would be of poor form, it's almost over. She peers over to Felandre and the others, inching closer and closer to the denser crowd of candidates that linger with her.

From the Sands, Nothing is invincible, and nothing can withstand prolonged rejection forever. And so, continuing to move as it has, finally the Heart of Darkness Egg is shed, pieces falling to the sands abandoned, leaving the green within free to make her own choice.

From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Stealing the Show Green Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Sands, The rich colors of a neatly cut emerald have been gathered upon her sleek hide, her glowing hue chiseled from the stone itself. The vibrant colors of a precious gemstone are reflected along her long, delicate snout, dancing over her eye ridges and head knobs, and sparkling as they slip seamlessly along her serpentine neck and body. Polished jade shines along her underside, set neatly amongst the rarer stone from beneath her chin, to between her limbs, extending to the end of her limber tail, stretching outwards from the centerline of her form, pulling attention to the center of the stage that is her body. Paler wing sails are tinted golden, as faceted gems reflect stage lights from between each emerald spar, width wide but graceful at their fullest extent. Each perfectly shaped ridge along her sleek back is patterned malachite, a darker stripe countering the jade of her belly, while each talon at the end of her long legs is a smooth, undisrupted black opal, contrasting with her lighter hide.
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Tarish continues the tally on her parchment, counting off in her head. "It's amusing, how people will even bet on how many people will get injured on the sands.. Or if anyone will lose limbs. Hmmph." While she wouldn't mind seeing that, she doesn't voice it; simply, she continues penning and stroking her flit, humming something to herself under her breath. "Not nearly as many greens and blues as I thought there would be.. But.. Ow." Eyeing Illiara, she marks a tally down on her paper. "Another casualty for the day. Delightful." It's all marks to her. "Oh, and another green! Splendid."

From the Sands, Illiara's gasp of pain becomes quickly one of wonder, as she collapeses next to the dragonet, holding one arm. "I...I." She takes a deep breath, and nods stoutly. "Yes, Illia's better." She agrees, not noting the surprise around her. "Yes...of course, Toriath, we'll get you some...food." Never mind that she's got a good sized gash on one of her arms. "Toriath!" She repeats, getting slowly to her feet. "She's...Toriath." This is softer, with a cautious glance around.

From the Sands, Utaria watches the brown, humming softly as she watches him. A pause and she turns her head to the newly hatched green and her cheeks flush. "Ooh. I remember that egg." Sounds like she's got a grudge. Or, something. Her head turns to Illiara and her hands clap. "Congrats, Illi and Toriath." And, the two hatchlings get her attention.

From the Sands, Khi sucks in a breath as the green gets a bit to friendly in the excitement of finding her partner and Khi moves quickly enough over to check on this newest pair, growling to several other candidates as she passes "Pay attention now!" they've got better things to worry and fuss over lest they find themselves in a worse situation and the weyrlingmaster reaches the new pair, flashing a welcoming smile. "Quite a meeting there you two." a hand reaches to clamp over the gash as she indicates the side of the sands where food awaits Toriath and the healers to tend her new rider. "This way if you please, Illia was it now?" she chatters softly, distracting for the other as she helps.

Bellanne winces, shaking her head. "I wouldn't bet on injuries, they hurt!" She exclaims. "That poor girl..." She sighs and makes a face.

From the Sands, Keziah's breath is nearly stolen from the sight of the new green. Concern still lits upon her face for Illia but she should be fine for now. Apparently turning your gaze is a bad idea in this place. Though... it's hard to do so with something so stunning upon the sands. "A beauty..." A small curve begins to form at the corner of her mouth as a smile but it fades as she hears the voice of the greenrider on the edge of the sands. She straightens, her eyes intent on the sands and all that goes on it. She wont let her gaze stray again.

From the Sands, Stealing the Show Green Hatchling is here, now! And then, upon a closer look, she seems to realize that all the attention is elsewhere - and that simply won't do. The gemstone green stretches within the remains of her shell, wings extended this way and that as she prepares for the performance of her life. And then, its time to visit the audience, and it is with a graceful step that she heads towards the candidates.

From the Sands, Meridlyn is distracted from the movements of the brown dragonet by the hatching of a new green one. The girl quickly looks the little one over, admiring her beauty and grace despite her being so young. Hands moving almost as if she were making notes in her journal, Meridlyn began to feel truly excited for the first time that night. So many specimens to analyze later on!

From the Sands, Utaria chuckles softly at the green who seems to be attempting to draw all the attention to her and she shakes her head.

From the Sands, By The Stars Brown Hatchling tilts his head to one side for a moment, then marches forwards. he pasues a little from the line, altering his course so that he runs parallel to them, inspecting wach and every candidate with a critical eye. One girl is backed away from quickly, and when he turns to go back down the line he gives her a wide bearth - not acceptable.

From the Sands, Jordan watches Illiara - Illia - carefully, finally exhaling when it seems that the situation is under control. "Erm, congratulations." he offers, suddenly not so sure that he wants to impress after all. It might hurt! Deran pokes Jordan in the ribs, "Hey. Look. Another green." the man offers, a clear and successful attempt to distract his brother.

From the Sands, Stealing the Show Green Hatchling knows that the proper way to steal the show is to act with speed. And, she passes by a pair of boys who seem to be looking at her, pausing to stare at Jordan, before swinging her tail at his knees distastefully, perhaps bringing him to his knees, before she's marking on. And then, a chuckling girl catches her attention, and a muzzle is stuck in her face. What's so funny?

From the Sands, With a triumphant cry it seems that the Stealing the Show Green Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!

From the Sands, A Key to Despair Egg bursts to life with a sudden jolt, almost sending itself spinning in place as cracks appear and spread - whatever it holds, it's definitely eager to be freed.

From the Sands, illiara stares uncomprehendingly at Khi for a moment, then glancing down at Toriath for something. "Oh," The girl ducks her head, grinning a little. "Yes m'am...she's...oh...it doesn't hurt all that much." Sure is bleeding though -- she'd better not get that on the dragon! But then she's being led off to the side to be tended by the healers and feed Toriath.

Bellanne chuckles softly and pokes Tarish.. "I.. Need to go." She mutters and hurries from the galleries. "Let me know how it goes!" She calls out.

From the Sands, Keziah digs her fingertips into her robe as she watches the hatching make we way across the sands. She takes one long breath and holds it, watching her every graceful movement and inspection upon the others. She pauses, tilting her head to her underarms and taking a light sniff of each just incase. You never know what the green's checking for. At least she bathed just moments before the hum of the dragons sounded. As another dragon finds it's mate, she exhales and straightens up once more, she'll worry about herself later.

From the Sands, Though Meridlyn tries to remain stoic, the scrutiny of the hatchlings is proving a bit much for her. Her previously emotionless face is broken by a nervous smile, as if she were trying to look eager and alert for the single dragonet remaining on the Sands. Insecurity bites at her, eventually blossoming into worry. With so few dragonets left, what are the chances that she would Impress?

From the Sands, Jordan gasps, eyes wide, as the green literally brings him to his knees... And then impresses someone else. Darn it all, it hurts to not impress, as well. He stands, and rubs his slightly burnt knees, moisture collecting in his eyes. From the pain, of course. Deran pats Jordan on the shoulder, murmuring, "There there..." though struggling to keep a straight face.

From the Sands, Utaria stares at the dragon before her, her eyes blinking dumbly for a moment. "Ah.. Yes.. I made it.." Trailing off, her cheeks flush almost angrily. "Marjiath.. There's nothing wrong with how I look... But, yes.. We can go get some food.." Uta smiles happily, and gently reaches out to touch her lifemate.
From the Sands, Felandre takes note of the impression, and though delight swells for Utaria, his eyes remain fixed on that last dark egg spinning out on the sands. "Come on... come out of there." He murmurs under his breath, his back teeth gritting slightly.

From the Sands, By The Stars Brown Hatchling is in no rush -- slow and steady gets the man... or should that be woman? His final pass of the line is slower this time, one or two candidates looked over more closely before he finally finds a solution to his problems. With a determined nod he stops dead in front of a young girl with brown hair, looking up into her eyes as he claims his new partner.

From the Sands, With a triumphant cry it seems that the By The Stars Brown Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!

From the Sands, A Key to Despair Egg finally unlocks its secret as the shell buckles under the widening cracks and pulls apart just enough for an unusually pale blue to slither free from its hold.

From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Unleashed Nightmares Blue Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Sands, Pale blue dominates the lanky, narrow and almost boney looking form of this newly hatched blue, while darker hued blues seem to be placed in a way only to exaggerate the sleekness of his form and the angular set of many of his features. And from the moment he slithers free of his shell, his movements jittery and awkward, it's apparent that this blue will be a handful, all right. And pity to whomever should be his prey, for even as he angles in on the row of candidates, his lips curl back in a near to silent hiss and gray misted wings twitch in agitation.
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From the Sands, Keziah is growing anxious now at the movements of the hatchlings on the sands. The numbers around her are dwindling but it's not over yet. She takes a deep breath, tapping her sandaled foot upon the sands but stops when the grains begin to assault her feet once more. She mutters, shaking one foot and then the other, over and over. Seems like she's doing a little dance out there and those eyes do stray once more.

From the Sands, Meridlyn staggers suddenly, as if she were now blind to the lights of the Hatching Sands. It does not take her long to recover, and the girl finds herself at the brown's side, only having to look down slightly to see eye to eye with the magnificent dragonet. "I am ready, Vetrath." She manages, wincing slightly as a slight pain settles in her stomach. "I shall get you food."

From the Sands, D'ion steps forward with a grin and holds his hand out to indicate direction. "Right his way, Meridlyn. Vetrath is a handsome one, you'll both make us proud. Now time to feed your little one." Off he goes to the barracks...

From the Sands, Khi sees Illia well cared for and washes her hands in a bucket of water, returning to attention of the wandering hatchlings not long before the brown makes his choice known. As D'ion seems to have it well in hand she looks tot he last egg cracking nad the blue who emerges. Hmm.

From the Sands, Jordan blinks at the last hatchling - a nightmarish blue - and jumps back a little. "He's ... an interesting fellow." the harper candidate notes, his initial excitement having faded quite a bit since his knees got singed. Deran shrugs, "You're no oil painting yourself, Jo." To which Jordan snaps, "Neither are you. You look like an older version of me." With a smaller nose, lips, shorter hair, lighter hair...

From the Sands, Unleashed Nightmares Blue Hatchling takes no time in choosing which unfortunate candidate he'll be haunting for the rest of their Turns together. His jittery, awkward and somewhat unsettling movements bring him to the side of a young, golden-blonde lad who looks both overjoyed and slightly frightened at the pale blue. "Vreseth?" Isosilan, now I'silan, proclaims once he's recovered enough of his senses. "Just ... come with me, alright? We'll feed you." And carefully he begins leading the odd blue off to the side.

From the Sands, Khi moves out to gather the last as impression is made. "Vreseth... I'silan.. right this way please..."

Aoriya and Kagora attend a hatching at High Reaches Weyr

Sisters Reach out part 1

Sat, 21 Feb 2009 00:19:04 GMT

-*- High Reaches Weyr - Galleries (#1408) -*-
Tiered rows are cut into the stone of the hatching cavern, looking down over the heated sands below. From the entrance, one steps out onto a flat platform that runs the perimeter, a railing seperating it from the sands; stairs run upwards at various points to provide access to the long rows of benches. For the most part, the galleries are unadorned, the focus intended to be on the Hatching instead of personal comfort. One cordoned-off section, however, includes padded seating for the use of visiting notables. An extra set of steps, wider and shallower than those into the galleries, runs from the platform to the sands below, but a posted sign warns against wandering there without permission.

* OOC: Type +hrwhelp for local help. *

People: Lilia, Varien, Alaye, Tarish, Bellanne, Aerhi, Kera, Farris, and Q'reni
Others: (OOC) Audience Rules - Please Read and Private Box Seat

From here, you can go to:
Cavern Entrance <ce>
SIGNS: Check out +help +Sands and +help Shout for commands on the cavern.

Tarish chuckles, before pulling a tablet out of one of her many coat pockets, and flips through it madly. "Reaches, reaches, reaches.. ah, here we go. Had several marks on this one. Couldn't actually make on any of the Impressees, since I haven't met 'em, but enough people I met lately were willin' ta give me some tips on the eggs. Not that I trust 'em, people can be so overly confident sometimes.." Brushing aside her hair, and plopping down the tablet, she leans back even further. "Personally, I'd like to see some daring woman finaggle a bronzer. That'd be a sight to see, don'tcha think?"

Bellanne laughs softly as she watches Tarish, shaking her head again. "My.. You're busy, aren't you?" She chuckles as she watches the woman but her eyes go wide. "Do /what/ to a bronzer?"

Alaye slowly makes her way into the galleries, peering curiously over the railings every now and then to see if she can catch a glimpse of Ro. She had only met the High Reaches rider a few times before, but she couldn't miss the hatching of Rhadamanth's clutch. Choosing a seat near the Sands, Alaye sits and waits excitedly.

From the Sands, Rhadamanth's visibly vibrating with her humming as she leans over to touch her muzzle gently against an egg here and an egg there, giving them a final look of - well, approval. Ro's hurrying onto the sands, hands still hastily securing her hair with a few clips. Somehow, she's still managed to attire herself properly for the occasion, straightening her collar quickly as she slows to a striding walk. "That's it?" she all but pants, gaze momentarily wild as she stares from her dragon to the eggs. "Faranth. Where's R'sul? R'sul! Someone go get him!" Clearly caught between excitement and nervousness, even though she's undergoing this from quite a different perspective, the Weyrwoman is just a tad anxious, fidgeting from foot to foot. "And the candidates - goodness, I hope they make it out here before they crack!"

"Busy isn't half of it. I gotta business here, Bella, and it isn't a peach to run," Tarish says, tapping her tablet with her forefinger. "To a bronzer? Impress 'im. Not that it's possible, but it'd sure be humorous. Or, mebbe a stands impression. Never seen one of those.." She grins. "Or seen someone leap into the Sands from the Galleries. Wanna volunteer? I'll throw ya," she jokes, before eyeing the Sands. "Oy, here comes the bait!"

From the Sands, Hesketh paces. While Rhadamanth is touching eggs he apears to be frantically trying to bury them and stop them from hatching. Round and round he goes, recovering the sand that's fallen from them and glancing back to the door nervously. As the candidates file in his wings flare and he hisses at them, standing over the Unhappily Ever After Egg posessively. R'sul rushes in, damp and mostly clothed. "Bath. Was in... sorry." He babbles at Ro, before moving voer to try to calm

Kera tsks. "They aren't bait." A rumbling dragon's chuckle belays her words. "Oh, maybe they are. Or so Sakurath says."

Bellanne laughs softly. "Well, you seem really good at that, Tarish." She giggles and shakes her head. "That'd be weird. She may become a bronzerider. I don't think that's how the dragon's minds work either.." She rubs her chin and shrugs. "I heard about it.. But, never seen it. Maybe a dragon will snag you?" Shaking her head again. "No. No. No. No trouble, Tarish." A glance towards the sands as the candidates enter and she lets out a cheer.

From the Sands, Gerundy keeps a tight hold on Hitomi's hand as he steps onto the sands and makes his bow to dam and sire, twitching at the too-small robe with his free hand.

Elara hastens into the Galleries, looking flushed and happy. With her she brings her three children, her oldest daughter holding on to Artel's hand while Tlazio walks close to his mother's skirts. The children look very excited, craining their necks to try and get a view of the hatching grounds.

From the Sands, Drawn is the word for the retired Weyrwoman; Hassaleah is present for this Hatching, lurking off on the edge of the Sands to observe, but she is a shadow of her former self, and it shows. She's seated, for once, in a folding chair with a table next to it and an attendant hovering nearby lest the heat become too much for her. But still, she is here, and offering a nod to the Candidates as they step out.

From the Sands, Candia seems calm enough as she emerges, bowing very deeply and very respectfully at both of the clutchparents, glancing around to make sure everyone else is all right. It's hardly the first time she's been on the sands, and it shows, both in her respect and in her general bearing.

From the Sands, Utaria shuffles behind Candia for a moment, the woman looking madly nervous and she bows towards the clutch parents before shuffling again. A wince forms and she takes an uneasy breath. "I hope this.. Goes fast..."

From the Sands, Keziah peers across the sands as she begins to move out but pausing before the dragons and sending a weary eye towards Hesketh. Please don't eat her, she's not tasty. She bows, holding her hands to her robe to keep it in proper position before moving along with the others and awaiting.

From the Sands, Hitomi heaves a brave sigh and grins to Ger before setting her self straight as they move out onto the sands. Her hand clings tightly to Ger's, bowing as he does to the clutch Dam and Sire awkwardly.

From the Sands, "R'sul! Thank goodness!" Ro's probably more frazzled than she's been in the past three turns as her fidgeting and wringing hands indicate. However, as the candidates finally emerge, she relaxes the tiniest bit, shoulders dropping ever-so-slightly. Rhadamanth sits up straighter as the young men and women enter, acknowledging each bow with a rumble and a momentary stare. Not quite a glare, but it's measuring nonetheless.

Tarish chuckles at Kera's comment. "You'd be surprised. The last hatchin' I went to, some mangy brown practically took off some poor girl's leg trying to get to the boy he wanted." Her eyes turn on to Bellanne, and she gives a cough. "Me? Pah. You're more likely to Impress a brown than I am to snag anything. I'm surprised I even got this Lump to like me," she indicates, stroking the green's head. "No trouble? Yer no fun. Not that I'd personally actually do anything, not today, but maybe someday.. Maybe someday." A dangerous glint hits her eye. Mwahahaha.

From the Sands, Felandre makes his way out onto the sands, just a taller spot among the sea of white, looking hastily put together but otherwise present and attentive as he steps to the edge of the grounds. Dropping into the customary bow with the rest of the candidates, and even an extra pause as he nods back to Hassaleah, he then moves forward out onto the sands with his mouth set into a tight, firm line, eyes especially going towards the hissing Hesketh that makes the tall lad seem rather... small.

From the Sands, The turbulent green-grays on the Whirlpool of Wrath Egg seem to churn and rotate - did the egg really move? It's a matter of opinion, really, for the egg remains situated snugly within its hollow, although it does seem to have resettled at a stranger angle.

From the Sands, Meridlyn obviously is not as calm as she usually is. Her hands tremble, and her cheek has taken on an unfortunate twitch. The heat doesn't help, and her bow comes across as more of a poorly executed dance move than a sign of respect. Fixing her eyes on Hitomi and Gerundy, two vaguely familiar faces, she moves over to them quickly as the first egg begins to rock.

Bellanne quickly waves at Elara as she enters with her children and she smiles. "Hello Elara, ma'am!" Then, the sands get her attention as she stares at the eggs. "A brown? Goodness, no.. I don't think I'm any worthy to impress..." She trails off and shakes her head. "Which one do you think will hatch first?"

From the Sands, Jayne heads out along the others in the crowd, following in place in a quiet march. As she squints her dark eyes to peer out across the hot sands, and upon the familiar forms of the eggs, a smile creeps along the edge of her lips. She gives a low, proper bow to the dam, and sire of this fine clutch, then continues on forward in her easy stride, tucking herself a bit closely to Hitomi.

From the Sands, Illiara minces along somewhere behind Hitomi and Gerundy. After bowing to dam and sire, the girl turns and moves carefully for a familiar face, Keziah. She wordlessly stands beside her, eyes a little wide as she stares out at the eggs.

From the Sands, Whirlpool of Wrath Egg fissures, cracks spreading over the entire shell. The patterns of shadowed ships and swirling seas are broken into fragments, revealing movement just beneath the egg's lamina. And then it stills again, gathering strength for a final assault.

From the Sands, R'sul backs off from Hesketh and gently pats Ro on the shoulder, "There, there." It's all he can think of under the circumstances. "It'll eb fine once it gets going." Quieter he adds, "I hope."

From the Sands, Gerundy looks down at Meridlyn and offers her his free hand, eyes caught by the first rocking egg and his breath caught and held, fingers tightening near painfully. "Oh Shells." He groans, dreadful.

From the Sands, Utaria squeaks as the egg cracks and twitches. She rubs a hand over her face and mumbles. "I /hate/ being like this.. It's so /girly/. Wringing my hands and the such." She casts a glance at Candia, shaking her head.

Aoriya picks her way in her geta and kimono alongside her sister Kagora. Both jeweler and seamstress are elegantly dressed. A trio of firelizards sail determinedly ahead. Aoriya finds the seat they've picked for her. "Kujaku, Nemu, Shida, thank you the three of you. Go up to the ledges now and wait for it to be over okay?" Likewise the older sister sends her green firelizard ledgeward. All four pop into between, disappearing. Then Aoriya hears Bellanne. "Oh! Bellanne! Over here! Over here!" She calls to the weaver.

From the Sands, Hesketh glares at the wobbling egg, unwilling to move from the one he's guarding but wanting it to stop moving. Ordering it to stop.

From the Sands, City of Lights Egg starts to shift and turn, the blue-grey spot near the spire making the motion clearly visible as it seems to bounce this way and that upon the Sands.

From the Sands, Hitomi lifts her eyes to the egg, as if just now realizing the reality of what was happening. Her own grip tightens as the egg moves, well, here we go.

From the Sands, Meridlyn wordlessly takes Ger's offered hand, biting her lip in anticipation and nerves. Memories of mauled Candidates run through her mind, much as she would like to supress them. Squeezing her fellow Candidate's hand tighter, Meridlyn whispers "Do you think any of us are going to get...hurt?"

Elara waves to Bellanne and tries to squeeze her way over to the Fortian girl. "Hi! Have we missed much?" she asks. Kimmila looks at Bellanne and frowns, "It's not up to you if you Impress or not, it's the dragon's choice," she says firmly. Obviously, she thought everyone knew that.

From the Sands, Whirlpool of Wrath Egg finally crumbles around a dark, egg-wet form, leaving the newly hatched dragon to crawl forth as though he were dredged up from the abyss.

From the Sands, Candia giggles at Utaria, still trying not to show her nerves, although it's getting harder as the eggs are rocking, and the first one is closer and closer to hatching. She grins at her friend, reassuringly, then glances over towards Kez.

From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Solitary Sea Wanderer Bronze Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Sands, The rusted framework of something from an age bygone has twisted itself into the form of a dulled bronze, the hues of his hide apparently washed ashore from long-toiling seas. He's muscular and promises to eventually be strong, certainly, but there's an angular choppiness about his build that gives him an irregular appearance - neckridges a little too jagged, shoulders sharply defined and talons of faded ivory, a tad crooked. Despite all this, there's a hardiness about him, evident in his deliberate pace from the shell.
From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bellanne glancing towards Aoriya the woman grins and waves. "Hello Aoriya! I'm just about finished with your dress. I was working on it before we came here." Giggling, she looks to the sands. "Have any bets, Aoriya? Tarish here could work something out with you.." She teases with a laugh.

From the Sands, Khi follows the last of the candidates out onto the sands, although she doesn't go nearly so far, steps slowing and stopping not far in on the edge of the sands at a position where she has a good vantage of the activity while waiting for the eventual hatchlings to find their destined partners. In the meantime a glance checks over the buckets of meat being brought to the edge of the sands from the cold stores, a warm nod to Hassaleah as she's spotted, and then her gaze searches to pick out where D'ion has settled.

From the Sands, Spider Egg, Spider Egg--whatever it's supposed to do, it's not doing it right now. It's sitting, in fact, very still, very silent, very deadly. Well, probably not deadly, but very still. There's a mob out there, and it seems to want no part of any of it.

Tarish shrugs. "I don't think anyone's worthy to Impress. But dragons are silly creatures." Smirking, she picks up the tiny green Lump from her shoulder, and sets it on her lap. "I've got my bets on a green hatchin' first, but not too much. Don't know the kids here well enough to know what might pop first..." Tarish pauses for a moment, staring at Bellanne with one of her eyebrows cocked. "Boy, yer popular." Frown. Not that she cares much, but-- "Oh, look! A bronze. Drat, there goes three marks. Oh well."

From the Sands, Solitary Sea Wanderer Bronze Hatchling hobbles forth with a peculiar, deliberate gait, but his path is erratic nonetheless, carrying him unsteadily toward the candidates. Teetering first one way, then another, he finally settles in front of a young man from Tillek Hold, eyes spinning from red to blue. "Davoneth, " Calyson says aloud, surprised, reaching to touch the large bronze's muzzle with clear awe. "And I'm your C'lyso? Come on, we'll get you fed." It's a fortuitous first Impression.

From the Sands, Keziah catches that glance and moves quickly over to the other girls, hiding just behind them at first before slowly moving out in awe of the first hatching to make it's way out on the sands. "Wow..."

From the Sands, Felandre inches his way ever so slightly closer to the likes of Gerundy, Illiara, Jayne, and the others, perhaps feeling a bit left out in his somewhat open space of sand and heat and rocking eggs. The hatching of the first hatchling catches his attentions, and his eyes slowly get just a bit wider as a corner of his mouth pulls back. "Well...that went fast. He knew who he wanted."

From the Sands, Utaria gives Candia a look. "It's not funny." She mutters, squeaking as an egg hatches and there's a bronze. As he impresses quickly, she claps her hands and begins her nervous fidgetting again.

From the Sands, City of Lights Egg is caught up in the motion, the city upon its surface busy, and yet hardly invincible. Suddenly, a large crack appears, splitting the spire in two.

From the Sands, Hitomi catches her breath as the bronze hatches and impresses. Well that was fast. Her gaze shifts around the sands now, looking onto the other eggs nervously.

From the Sands, Candia grins broadly. "That's good luck, a bronze being first." She turns to Utaria. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that it was." She sighs, and relaxes slightly, until City of Lights egg splits apart, and swallows. "There's another one. I wonder what color it'll be..."

From the Sands, Gerundy's head jerks just a little between the hatching and Impression of the first bronze so rapidly, his eyebrows high on his long forhead. "Aw shards, aw shards." He whines nervously, shifting from foot to foot.

Bellanne chuckles. "I try to spread my name, Tarish. I'll be the best weaver yet." She gives a stubborn nod, and glances towards the sands. "Sorry about that... But a Bronze first is a good sign!" She offers and covers her eyes with her hands. "Dragon's aren't weird, Tarish.. Or whatever.."

From the Sands, Illiara follows Keziah at a distance, pausing to grin over at Utaria -- she looks as if she might tease the girl for a moment, but thinks better of it, as the first egg splits. "Bronze first!" She hisses, watching him. "Must have." She agrees quietly with Felandre, crossing her arms across her chest a little nervously.

From the Sands, City of Lights Egg is beginning to fall into ruin, the perfect scene torn apart by the cracks that refuse to be stopped. The lights are broken apart, the great tower is left in pieces, and the dream seems to be lost. Yet, even as the shell falls to the ground, a brown hatchling finds himself unexpectedly exposed to a whole different world.

From the Sands, Hesketh is torn. Anger or pride? Pride wins and he greets his first son's Impression with a loud trumpet.

From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Sugar and Spice Brown Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Sands, Warm brown sugar is melted and drizzled over his form like a rich caramel coating, gooey golden-browns sticking and curling around his headknobs. His muzzle has been dipped as well, only a single spot of auburn left between his eyes, peeking through the topping. His hide darkens to cocoa, flowing down over his serpentine neck, overtaking the lighter caramel, and coating his stout frame from one end to the other. A dusting of cinnamon flecks cling to his ridges and talons, while a pinch of nutmeg has been added to each of his creamy-chocolate wing sails. In between, a puff of chocolate powder has been applied to his stomach, a lighter band that runs between his limbs, completing the masterpiece.
From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

From the Sands, Utaria nods her head then offers Candia a smug grin. "It's okay. I'm just nervous.. This is /far/ worse than my firelizard hatching..." Trailing off, she looks towards the brown as he hatches and lets out a soft oh. "He's lovely!"

From the Sands, Rhadamanth straightens just that much more at the first Impression, humming increasing in volume as the eggs begin to wobble and twitch every which way. And Ro relaxes just a tiny bit more, managing a breathless, "Bronze first, R'sul! Oh, they've done well, indeed!" And then there's a newly hatched brown who earns an admiring glance.

From the Sands, Spider Egg, Spider Egg. Can it swing from a web? No, it can't, but it can careen from one side to another just as well as if it were, setting off on a bumpy rolling journey towards... someplace. Away. Unfortunately, being surrounded on all sides, there's no escape, and stress marks are beginning to show on the peachy-pink shell.

From the Sands, Felandre grins a bit lopsidedly as he overheards Utaria, "He is rather handsome, I bet he'll be a real looker to the ladies someday." But then, who is he to judge what a dragon-lady finds attractive?

From the Sands, Meridlyn barely has time to look over the bronze before he Impresses. Hands move up and down in what seems more like a reflex than a gesture of congratulations, and the splitting of one of her favored eggs steals her attention. Bronze and brown were the first dragonets, and they both were healthy. Surely that is good luck?

Aoriya grins. "I never bet unless its a sure thing. And the only thing I see here that's sure is that eggs are going to hatch, no matter what happens." She rolls her eyes as suddenly she points to the sands. "Looks like a brown broke shell." She rolls her eyes at Bellanne. "One of the things not many people know is that there's a certain fraction of each clutch that will come out a color. In a perfect clutch, and not all of them are perfect in the slightest. But in a perfect clutch there will usually be more greens than blues, more blues than browns, more browns than bronzes, and a gold is a wild card, she comes once in a blue moon." Aoriya explains. "I got taught that as a candidate."

From the Sands, An instability bubbles up from within the Viridian Suds Egg, and it quivers in the place it has long occupied upon the hatching sands. The movement is just enough to dislodge it, but not far--it rolls only a few fingertips before coming to a stop once more.

From the Sands, Illiara's eyes widen at the second hatchling. "Oh!" She gasps, grinning. "He looks..." A nearby candidate distracts her for a moment, so the thought is left unfinished. The rocking eggs are eyed warily, as she shifts a little in the sands-dance.

Alaye leans forward slightly to get a look at the first hatcling. But the little bronze Impresses before she can even blink. She claps for the chosen candidate, and suddenly grins to herself as Abirith touches her mind. "Nope, not blues yet."

From the Sands, Hitomi flashes a grin to Ger very quickly before turning to the new dragonet on the sand. "Oh, hes beautiful." She mentions quietly, bobbing her head as if to chase away her nervousness, unsuccessfully. She places her free hand on her chest to try and still her heart.

From the Sands, Sugar and Spice Brown Hatchling freezes for a long moment as he's suddenly upon the sands, and there he remains, dazed and somewhat confused. Yet, instinct does kick in, and he takes a few awkward steps, getting to his feet and surveying the new land before him. Exotic, perhaps. Different, most definitely. And so, its with short steps and dragging wings that he begins the trek towards a new life.

From the Sands, Utaria laughs at Felandre and winks. "Oh. You know he will." She teases to distract herself from her nerves and she fidgets. "He'll strut himself about.. And what not.." She trails off and glances at the brown again uneasily.

From the Sands, R'sul almost hugs Ro. Almost. There's a moment of widespread arms that's quickly turned into a stretch and an embarassed, "Bronzes are always good luck, biased though I might be."

From the Sands, Candia nods in agreement with Utaria. "He's gorgeous. Look at the shades. I've never seen so many different shades of brown." She can't tear her eyes from the little one, following his progression towards the other candidates.

Tarish frowns, penning something down on her tablet. "Plan on bein' a master or somethin'? Honest, would be too boring, but, maybe it'd suit you." No, she didn't say anything demeaning! "Aye, but a good sign for what? For no dragons dying during weyrling practices? That's a good thing, if so, I won't deny." She's not a nice person, but even a cruel person can't deny the tragedy of someting like that happening. "Yeah, so you'd think that a green would pop first, if there were so many of them.. But, dragons never obey probablity," she remarks to Aoriya, before staring down at the brown. "He's a cutie." Wait. Did Tarish just say that?

From the Sands, Fingertips begin to clutch upon the material of her robe, taking one slow deep breath after another as eyes shift across the heat of the sands. The moving of the eggs only catches this candidates attentions briefly but the movement of dragons is hard to ignore. Keziah takes in another deep breath, lightly biting upon her lip as she tries to fight back a grin at where she is. "That is one nice looking brown," she says quietly to whomever would listen, "Handsome." That's right, it's a male! She hopes.

Elara settles down with her children, the three hastening as close as they can get to peer, point, gasp and hope as the dragons hatch.

From the Sands, Khi moves to greet the first pair, impression quicker than she remembered from her own hatching and with warm greetings C'lyso and Davoneth leads the pair back to where the hatchling's first meal awaits at the start of their journey.

From the Sands, Gerundy seems a little overawed as another dragonet slides free of it's shell prison. "Oh.." he breaths, rocking unconciously from one foot to the other from the heet through his sandles.

From the Sands, Hesketh keeps guard over his egg, the one that's not allowed to hatch. His anger has subsided though, and he croons encouragement to his brown son to find the one.

Bellanne peeks at Aoriya and nods and her explination. "I see. Makes sense.." She bats at Tarish's arm, shaking her head. "It won't be boring. And I'll do whatever I feel as is calls me.." She chuckles then pauses. "HA! That's why I named my brown Cutie and you thought it was weird!" Again, she's watching the hatchlings and her brows furrow.

From the Sands, Felandre reaches past another candidate to give Utaria's shoulder a quick squeeze in reassurement as he catches the slight nervous appearance. He doesn't say anything save flash a grin before he removes his hand to pay mind once more to the hatchlings and rocking eggs.

From the Sands, Spider Egg, Spider Egg is unable to escape, so it does what any sensible egg would do under the circumstances. It implodes. This is difficult to do while being occupied by a small blue dragon, so the hatchling struggles out while the shell collapses around him.

From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Adorably Irreverent Blue Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Sands, A gawky, small fellow--he's all boyish knees and elbows, boney wings and skinny legs, and a shade of blue so bright it's almost neon. His head seems almost too large for his body, and the head knobs and neck ridges stand out in stark relief. With all eyes on him for a moment, he straightens and stretches his wings out wide, hamming it up for the crowd, but his own big whirling eyes are on the Candidates.
From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

To'by chuckles softly at the little blue.

From the Sands, Sugar and Spice Brown Hatchling doesn't quite strut, so much as meander, but he does have a destination in mind, and its with a steady pace that he closes the distance with the white-robed people, stopping at a girl from High Reaches to look up at her, questioningly. And then, it seems that she has things in order around, for he's moving on. Something more exotic is in order.

From the Sands, After taking a little time to collect itself, the Viridian Suds Egg moves again, this time a small rock to one side followed by a single hard twitch the other way. The force sends it end-over-end, and when it stills again there's a fine lacework of cracks forming on what is now the upper curve.

From the Sands, D'ion glances over his shoulder as Khi moves to one of the first pairs and offers a light grin before minty eyes dart back to the sands. He can't help it, he stands tall and begins to wipe a little tear out of the corner of his eye as the little blue comes onto the sands. "Aw, Svodamirth used to be that small!" Silly blueriders and their emotions. He clears his throat and straightens up, watching and awaiting the next pair.

From the Sands, Utaria offers a grin back to Felandre, taking a breath. "Thanks." She mutters, then smiles at Candia. "He is.. I really like that. He'll be wonderful, I think." At the blue hatching, she smiles. "He's tiny.."

From the Sands, Adorably Irreverent Blue Hatchling is nothing if not decisive. If he wants something, he's going to have it. And what the blue wants, it turns out, is a boy with thick glasses from somewhere outside of Nabol, who he completely bowls over in his choice, nipping at the glasses. "Hey!" shouts the Candidate indignantly. "Those are mine! Let go! Cosoth!" The dragon romps off leaving his half-blind companion staggering after him, and an Assistant Weyrlingmaster sets about sorting them out.

From the Sands, Devourer of Worlds Egg shudders, bulging dangerously in places as if it were alive itself. Strange reflections in the shell are distorted giving an almost malevolent look to them.

From the Sands, Illiara smiles over at Keziah, glancing around. Her attention focuses for a moment on Hesketh, and she winces -- but then there's another egg...imploding. "Hesketh looks irritated..." The girl notes to anybody close, eyes darting from the tiny blue to yummy-looking brown. "Aw! Look at that..." She gigles at the blue's antics/

Bellanne lets out a soft oh! "That poor boy.. At least he impressed." Laughing, she crosses her legs nervously. "I'm really hoping Kezi impresses.."
From the Sands, Hitomi gulps and her attention is caught by the blue. "Wow, hes very bright, and cute." She is babbling to her self nonstop as the little guy impresses to someone, she grins.

From the Sands, Candia laughs pleasantly as she watches the little blue's antics with his lifemate for a moment, then turns her attention back to the brown. "Who are you going to choose, little one," she says, almost at a whisper, not really intended to be heard by anyone, except perhaps the little brown himself...

From the Sands, The cracks along the surface of the Viridian Suds Egg stretch, widening to show the pale membrane beneath. It bulges, flexing under pressure from the occupant within, and then at last a dark claw slashes through. A damp bronze body wriggles out from the remains of the egg, and he lays panting for a moment on the sand.

From the Sands, Meridlyn clutches the hem of her robe, picking at a loose strand as her eyes follow the brown hatchling. The shades are most intriguing, and the girl tries to take in every detail for later entry into her notebook. Her gaze is torn between the newly Impressed pair and the other rocking eggs, and she is not sure which to look at. "That brown seems rather choosy.." She thinks aloud, not really caring if people stare at her.

From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Earnest Obscenities Bronze Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Sands, Not a small dragon to begin with, this bronze's girth is enough to be not precisely proportional to the rest of him. The rounded head lacks definition around the cheeks and jaw, the mottling of emerald and verdigris there swirling upwards into curls of color around the head knobs. The wing sails are a disorganized clash of pigments-the left is striated with malachite over the translucent hide, the right dotted with muddy splotches. The color darkens downwards so that the shoulders are the color of well-oiled saddle leather with a greenish cast, the gleam of light betraying there only a hint of the muscle beneath. By the time it reaches his swollen belly, the vastness is masked by black like wrought iron, only a vague suggestion of metallic luster left on the stout legs and plump tail.
From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Oh, pah." Tarish huffs, burying her face in her hand. Yes, she did just stick her foot in her mouth.. Wishing it tasted better, she flinches playfully at Bellanne batting her arm. "I just couldn't see myself settling into an actual profession, I spose. Sewing just.. doesn't seem like it's very entertaining, though." Shrugging, she lifts her green from her lap and points at the Sands. "Look, Lump! Another Impressee!" She shakes her head, and nods towards Bellanne. "He's being rather indecisive. Taking good time of it all."

From the Sands, Cracks begin to run over the Devourer of Worlds Egg, spiralling out from a central point that bugles repeatedly. Surely the shell cannot stand up to much more of this pummelling from inside?

From the Sands, Utaria chuckles as the blue steals his new rider's glasses, shaking her head. "How strange..." She glances towards Candia and grins, her attention working to the brown but quickly vanishing as the bronze hatches. "Oh wow. He's pretty, too." Bah.. Pretty.

From the Sands, Felandre can't help but chuckle as the blue claims his rider - and his possessions. "Oh good, glad he didn't pick me. I can't afford to have my glass broken." Says the crafter with a wide grin even as he calls out congratulations before turning to regard this new bronze hatchling.

From the Sands, "Shouldn't he be happy that there's littles?" she asks with a brow quirked. Keziah shifts on her feet as the sand granuless are doing their best to make their appearance known. She catches her breath, "Another bronze! This is going to be a good hatching!" Or atleast she heard from the aunties. Seems it's a good betting day.

From the Sands, Life within the Resurrection Egg seems to have only begun - the barest of movements can be seen as it shifts experimentally in its hollow. Perhaps the results were not quite to its liking, for it soon falls still again.

From the Sands, Sugar and Spice Brown Hatchling pauses in his wandering, giving the small blue his moment of glory, before finally he seems to have found the goal he's had in mind all along. A whisper seems to draw him, like a winding road in a dream, and its to an auburn-haired teen that he's drawn, staring up at the young woman with abandon.

From the Sands, With a triumphant cry it seems that the Sugar and Spice Brown Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!

From the Sands, Hesketh's anger fades completely as another healthy bronze hatches. He takes a step away from the Unhappily Ever After Egg, and actually moves across to nudge those that are wobbling into more action. Finally he seems to have grasped this hatching concept.

Bellanne laughs. "Well, what you have is a profession. Just not the normal." Shrugging, she smiles. "I've been sewing since I was little." A glance to the brown and she nots. "True.."
nods = nots.

From the Sands, Candia is still watching the little brown when his eyes meet hers. She can't help it, she loses her balance slightly. "Oh Cinrath.. Yes... I want to see everything with you....once you've eaten..."

From the Sands, Earnest Obscenities Bronze Hatchling takes a moment to get up. And another moment. And another. Finally, he lifts his head as though it were the heaviest thing in the whole world, and peers blurrily out towards the assembled Candidates. His eyes remain half-lidded, almost squinting, and finally he wrestles himself up to a standing position. With slow, stumbling steps, he approaches the ring of white-robed young people.

From the Sands, Utaria freezes as the brown finds his lifemate and she takes a breath, peeking to see who it is uneasily. "Oh! Congrats, Candia! He's so pretty."

From the Sands, Gerundy looks like he's going to hyperventilate as the blue hatches and moves on. "That brown seems to be having a hard time finding his." He remarks softly, and lets out another shuddery breath when the brown finally finds a mate, "Oh, there! Candia!" He would clap, but.. hands are occupied.

From the Sands, Devourer of Worlds Egg stills for a moment, then with a loud *crack* it shatters sending shards of silver eggshell towards the candidates. From the wreckage of his previous home a massive brown gets slowly to his feet and shakes his head.

From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Unstoppable Force Brown Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Sands, Rich terracotta coats this massive brown dragon from blunted snout to overlong tail. Everything about him seems slightly out of proportion, thickened or elongated, and dark lines run all over his hide giving him a permanent cracked appearance. Even his wings are not free from flaws, the spars are overly thick and the sails seem to have been dipped in mud and left to dry.
From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

From the Sands, Resurrection Egg surges with life, going from a standstill to an all out ruckus of shakes and wobbles. Cracks begin to form, mostly hidden against the dark hues of the shell but progressively widening under the assault of movement from within.

Kera whistles loudly. "Candia and brown Cinrath!" She yelps out, even as Sakurath verifies it in her mind.

From the Sands, Hitomi gulps and her attention is caught by the blue. "Wow, hes very bright, and cute." She is babbling to her self nonstop as the little guy impresses to someone, she grins. Then the brown is at Candia and she grins. "Congratulations Candia!" She calls out.

From the Sands, Illiara watches with avid attention the rocking -- and, oh, hatching! -- eggs. "Shards," The new bronze gets a soft sigh of admiration. But, oh, what's this? The second-hatched..."Candia!" There's a pause. "Cinrath? Wow..." But there are just *so* many things that she has to pay attention to, so the girl wrenches her attention away to the newest hatchling.

From the Sands, D'ion takes one step closer towards Candia and guides her with a wide grin, "Alright Weyrling, bring your lifemate over and feed him well." The bluerider takes one look over to the brown and nods, "That's one fine dragon, indeed. Come now." Off to the side they go...

From the Sands, Earnest Obscenities Bronze Hatchling starts to investigate one of the Candidates in depth. Said Candidate is in fact a girl, which aside from being not especially appropriate leads to a blood-curdling shriek as a bronze muzzle slips under the edge of her robe. Hastily, he backs away and responds with a guttural stream of angry noises himself, turning warily towards the other young people in white. Is this going to be a pattern? Any more screamers? When no more seem to be forthcoming, he finally treks out to keep looking.

From the Sands, The Unstoppable Force Brown Hatchling wastes no time in picking a path and stomping towards the line of candidates before him. While many scatter from his path one stays in place, only moving when the brown thrusts a forefoot at his chest and knocks him to the ground. "Grith!" Jon struggles back to his feet and looks around for a weyrlingmaster, "Everybody out of the way! Wide load coming through! He's huge!"

From the Sands, Utaria blinks at the next brown, watching him quietly. "He's a lovely one, too." With that, she shuffles closer to Felandre.

From the Sands, Not a Good Idea Egg doesn't move. Nope. It sits there and does nothing. The very observant might have seen a very slight twitch, but it stills very quickly once more.

From the Sands, Felandre calls out his congratulations to Candia before he turns to regard the movements of the Resurrection Egg with a careful, judging eye. It would be hard to tell if it is an egg he favors or dislikes, from the tight and almost expectant set of his face.

From the Sands, Resurrection Egg can no longer hold back and with the dark hued shell giving way enough to show a glimpse of bright green, it soon crumbles apart entirely and a dazzling, bright green hatchling emerges.

From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Trauen Sie Zu Folgen Green Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Sands, Garishly bright and flecked with traces of copper as though she were unearthed from regions unknown, this dragon is predominantly an obnoxious shade of lime green, blinding in hue even from birth. Fairly compact in build, she makes up for her small stature with her eagerly defiant stance and coloration. Yellow-greens swirl along her angular head and jaw, tipping headknobs more blunt than rounded and spinning down to trail along her neck. No delicately feminine curves or limbs have she, but muscular shoulders and powerful legs, each ending in obsidian talons. Clearly anything but subtle, her wings are a bit of a surprise - when folded against her back, they blend in almost perfectly with the rest of her hide. Her wingsails, when opened, are softer, pastel-like greens, delicately shaded membranes rather at odds with her otherwise unsubtle appearance, all the way down to the tip of her sinuous, lime-streaked tail.
From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Aoriya and Kagora attend a hatching at High Reaches

Sat, 21 Feb 2009 00:11:14 GMT

Igen Weyr - Lake
The sand at the shore grades down for a way, until at about shoulder-level on a typical human it drops off sharply, deeply enough in a very short distance that the largest dragon can submerge entirely, and must even stretch to keep its head above water and hind feet on the bottom. There are even some cliffs off to the side that would make for great diving, though they're somewhat difficult to reach. The lake is frequently dredged to keep it from shallowing, for the deeper the water, the more slowly it evaporates away under the heat of the Igen sun. Truly, it's cooler beneath the surface, though the first foot or two of water stays warm late into the night. Under that, the layers of water grow rapidly colder, a welcome thing to deep-divers.

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Contents:
Omasuth(#4596OVapq)
Obvious exits:
Northern Bowl <S> Weyrling Fields <SE>

Neyuni follows in the shadow of her dragon, Zuhth casually strolling along the bowl toward the lake shore, only stopping as she dips a talon in the water as if testing it's readiness. Not that it has ever not been satisfactory as her head turns to look up and down the shoreline at who or what might be observing this day. Yuni ducks under the gold pulling a small jar from a pouch and dipping it into the lake waters. "You shouldn't be so fussy. It looks fine." the jar is held up semi-critically as she peers through it.

Aoriya is already in the water, wading, in a bikini that leaves /very/ little to the eye. And she seems slightly shy about it, sitting in the water. "Omasuth, I am /so/ going to make you regret this." Aoriya glares up at her lifemate, though she's near smiling herself. The brown is as close to smirking as dragons can get, and holding a wrap around skirt out of Aoriya's reach, just out of it.

Neyuni retreats a bit up the shoreline even as Zuhth settles into the waters edge. The water is divided into several smaller vials which get tested with different compounds changing the color and to which Neyuni makes some quick notes on a pad before disposing of the byproducts and slipping back to the waters edge to rinse the vials. It's then she notices the other pair, her fellow former 'lings which Zuhth rumbles a grand hello now that her rider has paid appropriate attention. If she seems like she stares, she doesn't mean to, she just rather oblivious to any shyness, calling her own greeting across the water's surface. "Hey Aoriya, Omasuth!"

Aoriya turns red, deep dep red, and starts in the water. "Um... um... um.... GIVE ME THAT!!!" SHe shouts at Omasuth. "I... er... gotta go." Omasuth drops the wrap around on Aoriya's head. "Wait wait! Whatd'you /mean/ we're going shopping?" Aoriya demands. "Why? We just /came/ from Ierne! You're the one who /insisted/ I wear this.... humiliating thing!!" She cries. "Sorry Neyuni! He's being weird! I have to follow, unfortunately."

[DTU/Project] Omasuth senses that Zuhth reaches out. In a way you always have some of her attention, even if she might sense a certain other reason for your departure <<Have fun.. shopping...>>

Neyuni grins in understanding, at the certain beck and call of her own. "That looks quite stylish. Bets of luck, lemme know what's in season when you get back." she offers tentatively, something to chat on in the future as the days while away.

Omasuth hits on Zuhth. Aoriya blushes around Neyuni.

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<<Omasuth has a cruuuush!>>

Fri, 20 Feb 2009 22:44:23 GMT

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Contents:
Omasuth(#4596OVapq)
Obvious exits:
Northern Bowl <S> Weyrling Fields <SE>

[DTU/Project] Omasuth senses that Zuhth reaches out. In a way you always have some of her attention, even if she might sense a certain other reason for your departure <<Have fun.. shopping...>>

Omasuth hits on Zuhth. Aoriya blushes around Neyuni.

... and the moon above

Fri, 20 Feb 2009 22:36:55 GMT

Eastern Weyr - Main Clearing(#9861RJ)
 The clearing is immense, providing ample room for the landing and taking off of the majestic dragons that populate Eastern Weyr. The ground is packed dirt and a nuisance no matter what the weather. When dry, the clearing is full of dust, though when it rains it becomes a veritable mud pit. The main clearing of Eastern is an island of open space amongst thick jungle foliage, which threatens to encroach on the clearing and reclaim it every turn. Almost lost within the dense jungle-like setting are the caverns, pathways, and 'weyrs' that house the inhabitants of this slightly unconventionally organized weyr.

 < Eastern Weyr Information available in +help >
 People: Aoriya Farris Feylin
 Dragons: Omasuth Sarkith
Obvious exits:
Commons Cavern -cc- Spiral Stairs -ss- Jungle Path -jp- Beach Path -bp- Western Clearing -wc- Southern Clearing -sc- Road Out -ro-

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Rhonwenth is a radiant green figure, immense for her color. Long and lean, she moves with a lithe grace despite her youth, bequeathed by her powerful musculature. Blazing starlight white at the core of each cell lends clarity to the bright-burning green of her hide, forming sharp highlights along her muscles no matter how slightly the dragonling moves, accentuating her athletic build. Lemon-bright yellow forms a ragged insignia across her chest, sheathing each hindleg to mid-thigh and each foreleg nearly to the shoulder, as if she wore gauntlets for each set of silver-white claws. Another band of the same sunny hue wraps around her middle and trails over the sails of her white-hot wings, eventually fading into their luminous lack of color. So bright is Rhonwenth's hide that she seems almost to glow with her own inner light.
Rhonwenth is 2 Turns, 2 months, and 2 days, with a length of 25.99 meters, and a wingspan of 43.32 meters.
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<*> Omasuth was looked at by Feylin. <*>

It seems that Farris has slipped back into her old routines here at Eastern, now that she has returned 'home, with dragon in tow. Sarkith is out in the clearing, speaking to a few of the other chromatics near by, rambling on, and on about his experiences in Igen. The Harper on the other hand is settled on a stone bench, guitar in lap as she is working out what appears to be a new song. Pages of paper is sprawled out near her feet, with tabs, notes, and lyrics scrawled across in a messy manner. Her hair is back to its blonde state, having washed the black out.

Omasuth backwings for a landing in the clearing. "Oh! There she is!" Aoriya says cheerfully. "Omasuth, if you like you can visit with the other dragons. I'm gonna go talk to Farris." She tells her brown cheerfully. She starts walking towards Farris.

With an eminently cheerful chirp, a blue firelizard blinks into view above Farris' bench, promptly dropping to land on the corner of the stone. Kashet tips his head to one side, warbles at the young woman, then stretches out his neck to investigate the things strewn about. Sunning herself in the clearing, listening with only one ear to the blue dragon's ramblings, Rhonwenth snorts in the firelizard's direction.

"Hey there, Kashet." Farris says as her fingers play along her guitar for a moment, strumming gently, before relaxing herself backwards a bit to shift about. "Where's Feylin, huh? I see her dragon.. I see you.." She teases as she reaches out to scritch beneath his chin, but Aoriya's approach distracts her. "Hey." She calls over as she narrows her eyes a bit with a smile on her face, rising upwards to her feet.

Aoriya grins and walks the rest of the way. "hey, you suggested that I come visit you." A fully grown blue firelizard, a dainty and delicate green, and a shiny, pristine bronze come sailing in to chirp a greeting to Kashet. "Woops, is that your firelizard? It looks like my three heard that another lizard was in the vicinity and decided to say hello." Aoriya looks over at Farris. "Actually, I was hoping to talk to you."

"No, this isn't mine. Kashet belongs to Feylin, a friend." Farris says as she turns to settle her gaze upon the brown rider. Her fingers lightly strum across her instrument slowly as she raises up a brow. "What's up?" She asks curiously enough, giving her hair a bit of a toss back.

Aoriya looks over at Omasuth, a slight twitch on her forehead. "Omasuth chased /two/ queens. Ro's over in High Reaches, and then another one in Ista." Aoriya shakes her head irritably.

Kashet cheeps at Farris, then gives her back a most mournful look when her attention is diverted. He warbles a brief greeting to the incoming trio, but hops down onto Farris' papers, picking one up at random in his claws and looking at it. The paper is, inevitably, upside down. Rhonwenth snorts again, tossing her head. This time, on the heels of that sound, Feylin emerges from the main cavern. Also inevitable is the redfruit she holds in one hand, a nearly grown green lizard restrained by the other. "Hey, Farris!" the girl calls as she approaches, offering the other teen a broad smile. "Is Kash causing trouble?"

"Then stop visiting other Weyrs." Farris says to Aoriya as she wrinkles up her nose. "You seem to be on this tour of chasing down Greens, and Golds or something. The more you chase, the more frustrated you're ganna get until you actually win." The Harper says as she tilts her head to Feylin, grin bolstering widely. "Hey Fey! Nah, hardly. He's helping me out with my music." She says in an amused tone.

Feylin isn't a particularly remarkable sight - of average height and build, with brown hair that has been ruthlessly chopped off a trifle above the level of her chin. Her brown eyes are bright in a round face, the girl's skin very strongly sun-tanned. She wears trousers and a plain shirt, clothing best suited for getting dirty - and which usually is, to some degree. The girl has a matching, near-permanent line of dirt under her fingernails. Hers is an open soul; Feylin's expressions match her mood very clearly, but that just means her typical cheerful mien is an honest one.
Carrying:
Anele
Kashet
Ryn

Aoriya rolls her eyes. "Its not the flights that are bothering me." She snaps irritably. "Its just..... soon after I attended Ro's flight...... after everything had warn off.... I started, well..... feeling weird about women. I don't know if it was Omasuth, or if the experience started making me think more about who I liked." Then she spots Feylin and hushes up a little, eyeing the greenrider nervously. Shida looks up at her for a second, cheeping curiously. "I just felt like I needed somebody to talk to about it."

"That's a first," Feylin remarks as she joins the other two, eyeing the blue lizard sidelong. Kashet peeks over the top of the paper and chirps hopefully at his keeper. Anele squirms in the teen's grip, chattering cheerfully and at the top of her small lungs towards Farris, Aoriya, Kashet, and Aoriya's trio equally. All at once. "Fwa. Just don't get into any /more/ trouble," Feylin admonishes the green, releasing her. She looks back to the other humans with an only slightly exaggerated sigh. "Sorry," she says, catching the way Aoriya's eyeing her. "If you were talking to me, I missed it." Anele promptly joins Kashet in the midst of Farris' paperwork. Uh-oh.

The blue, green and bronze chirp a cheerful and polite greeting to the green that comes sailing over, one after the other. Then all three trill in unison and hop hop hop over to the paperwork. The bronze chirps and stretches his neck tentatively out to peer at the page currently held by Kashet.

".. Yeah... OK um... " Farris says, looking at Aoriya oddly. "So go bang a chick and see how you feel about it. If you're cool with it, then whatever, right? If not, you go on with your life. What do you want me to tell you?" Reaching over, she plucks the piece of paper carefully away from Kashet, tucking it off to one side.

[DTU/Project] Omasuth projects to Rhonwenth and Sarkith . o O ( Flames crackle confusedly. <> Is his whine. )

Aoriya sighs, then groans. "Farris, I don't know how to go about it. I've never had a girlfriend or a boyfriend, I've never had to ask someone on a date and hold their attention for a long period of time." Omasuth appears to be busy talking with his brother and his brother's friend. "I don't have a problem with him chasing either color, but I'm trying to learn how to cope with this so I don't hurt him." She nods a hello to the other rider. "I'm Aoriya, one of Farris' classmates. My brown is Omasuth. I came to talk to her for a bit, and I'm sorry if I interrupted anything or intruded. Oh, and my dastardly trio are Shida," the blue firelizard, "Nemu" the green "and Kujaku," The bronze.

Oh, that's what she missed. Feylin looks between the other two, and just shrugs herself. "It's a flight. Just don't get worked up over it. And you like who you like." After a bit, she shrugs again. "Don't worry about knowing how. You'll hold their attention without trying. Just have fun." Then the teen smiles at the introduction. "Feylin. My green's Rhonwenth, and these two are Kashet and Anele. Ryn's off sleeping." Kashet blinks as the paper is tugged from his claws, and cheeps mournfully at Farris. Anele, on the other hand, promptly /charges/ through the papers, sending them a-scatter (with any number of claw marks). Then she creeps over and starts contemplating the guitar. Rhonwenth stretches, then rises and tucks her wings back in, lumbering closer at the sound of her name. << You did not interrupt,>> the green dragon assures Aoriya, before Feylin could. Rhonwenth peers quizzically at Omasuth, Aoriya, and Feylin alike. << How is it bad to feel? >>

Shifting her guitar to one side, and eyeballing the scampering Green, Farris gives her a warning look. She'll smack you if you touch this instrument. Leaning over to collect the papers, she tells Aoriya. "It's better to not get into a relationship, especially if you're a rider. All you're ganna do is end up pissing off the other, even by accident." She says, giving Feylin a look, amused. "You know, I -should- be teasing you." She says with a raise of her brow.

[DTU/Project] Omasuth projects to Sarkith and Rhonwenth . o O ( <<Talk to me, not my rider.>> A fluttering blue cloak fans smoke outwards. Steal gleams off of bright metal. <<Where she is from, and outside of the Weyrs, people who will mate with the same gender are not always encouraged.>> )

Aoriya blinks in surprise. "That's odd, how come she talks to other people? Omasuth never does." She shakes her head. "I just...... I don't know what I should do about it." She tells the other two. "I mean with other riders. Eventually a green or gold is going to come along that both Omasuth likes and who's rider I like. I'm just not used to...... to girls."

Anele seems not at all intimidated by Farris' look. Feylin helps scoop up the papers, much to the little lizard's dismay. With a regretful chirp, she swarms up Feylin's side and claims a perch on her shoulder. Crisis averted, Feylin takes a bite from her redfruit, then snorts at Farris. "Feel free. Though you should've seen the look on your brother's face when he woke up," is her retort. Then she stops and abruptly looks to Rhonwenth, who draws herself and half-spreads her wings, eyes glinting yellow around the edges. <> she blasts at the brown. <> is broadcast to human trio and listening dragonkin alike, mental tone an offended, furious growl. The tip of her green tail lashes about her hindclaws. Kashet promptly blinks out of sight. Anele shrinks into Feylin's shoulder. Feylin rubs at her temples.

Aoriya covers her ears. "Omasuth!! What did you just do????" Aoriya demands. Shida and Kujaku scatter, disappearing between, and Nemu squawks and sails up to Aoriya's shoulder and hides her face in her owner's neck with a squeak.

The small Blue, Sarkith tilts his chin upwards slightly as he rises to his full height, looking amused as he rumbles towards them. <> Obviously. He practically never shuts up. Farris glances to the three dragons for a moment, before shrugging her shoulders upwards, letting out a sigh at the bit of 'drama' in the air. To Feylin though, she can't help but grin. "Really now? He told me he rocked your world. Seemed pretty proud of himself." Her voice is obviously teasing as she runs her fingers along the strings of her guitar. "Aoriya, calm down. This isn't theater, we don't need any drama." She says, amused.

Aoriya whimpers. "She yelled." Aoriya sighs, uncovering her ears. "Farris, when you're done with whatever you're working on, think you and Feylin could give me the half mark tour?" She asks hopefully.

Feylin smirks at Farris. "Of course he did. This is /Br'm/ we're talking about." She grins broadly at the bluerider, despite the one hand still pressed against her temple. "Rhon', a little less volume, if you please? But thanks for settling Anele." The green dragon rumbles an apology to her rider (and only to her), then stalks off through the clearing until she has enough room to take to the sky. The force of her wingbeats sends dust and debris flying every which way. "You should've heard her when we were weyrlings," Feylin remarks to Aoriya, shielding her eyes against the momentary wind. "There were a few times you could hear arguments all over the Weyr - even when the other side just had lungs to argue with."

Blinking her eyes slowly, Farris covers her face with a hand. ".. Argh! Feylin, you aren't supposed to be proud of that." She says with a laugh. "I don't even want to imagine it. Bad enough I ran into him the other night at the bath springs. Haven't seen the guy naked since we were kids." She bubbles out a laugh as she runs her hand down his face a bit, peeking from behind her fingers. "You shoulda seen how he strutted around. Dork."

Aoriya sighs. "And my Omasuth is the perfect idiot to accidentally start a fight, sorry." Aoriya whines. "Omasuth loves his lady dragons, but he can be as stiff as a smith's hammer when it comes to other things. Wait..... who are you two talking about and what?"

Feylin laughs, nearly upsetting Anele from her perch. "I mean, of course he /said/ it," she corrects Farris. "He wouldn't admit he'd looked like a wherry in a dragon's sights when he realized whose dragon Trea' flew." Catching the green lizard before she takes off again, Feylin holds the lizard against her chest. "Oh, no you don't. You've already caused enough mischief for today." Anele warbles cheerily up at the girl, despite being held down, apparently having put Rhonwenth's ire behind her already. "Don't worry about it," she assures Aoriya. "It's just Rhon'."

"We're talking about my older brother, B'rm. He's also the Weyrsecond here. Rides Bronze." Farris explains in amusement as she shifts her gaze to Feylin, raising up a brow. "Oh, really now? He freaked out? C'mon... the way he talked, you'd have thought he not only made you walk funny, but he had you begging for more." She slaps her knee, giggling as she runs her hand back through her hair.

Aoriya aaaaaahs. "Are you proud of your older brother for making Weyrsecond or is he the kind who struts around like a rooster when he achieves something?" Aoriya asks curiously. "Farris, I don't know if I met him at graduation, was he there?"

Making his way out of the Living Caverns is B'rm, dressed in his leadership flight suit, wearing the knots of his rank proudly upon his shoulder. He seems to be deep in conversation with a young green rider, handing out instructions to the thin man as he hands some paper work over. Upon sight of the trio, he shifts his direction, ambling towards them with his typical bravado, and swagger. "Two of my three favorite ladies gathered in one place. All I need now is Saisri and I'd call it a good day." He pauses, allowing his blue eyes to settle on the Brown rider. "I saw you graduate with my sister." He caught the tail end of the conversation. "What's up, guys?"

Aoriya visits Farris and Sarkith, talk of recent flights and love troubles ensue.

Graduation Party!

Fri, 20 Feb 2009 22:24:14 GMT

Igen Weyr - Weyrling Barracks(#2086RAJs)
Nearly equal in size to the Hatching Cavern, the barracks are immense, easily one of the largest of the caverns that sprawl through the cliffside at Igen Weyr. Accessible though a wide entrance meant to admit wind-trailing dragonets, and lighted by small windows cut into the rock, as well as the newly added electric lights, the weyrling barracks provide a place for growing dragonets that haven't reached their full size yet. A path leads though the cavern, on either side standing stone hollows that form the weyrling couches, with a cot and clothespress for the rider beside them. A small alcove in the back houses several large bins are placed along the short ends of the walls nearest the entrance tunnels, containing supplies of oil, food, and water for the young dragons and their riders: a vat of oil and paddles for spreading it onto itchy hides, and various containers kept filled daily with fresh meat. There are also materials available for making riding straps later on in the training sessions. A training chart is posted near the doorway, informing the weyrlings of the lessons they will need to follow.
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Contents:
Omasuth(#4596OVapq)
Farris
Sarkith
Sahidath
Captain
Weyrling Progress Board (WPB)
Dragon Anatomy Charts(#7753V$)
Dragon Setup
Obvious exits:
WLMs Office <WO> Weyrling Fields <W>

Sitting in her cot, with one boot up on it is Farris, lacing the straps around her foot. Her hair is sprawled out in one side across her face, with the ends dyed red. She is wearing her leather collar, and wrist bands, appearing to be quite pensive as she glances now and then to the doorway, almost expectantly.

Aoriya is with Omasuth, packing a few bags and cleaning up her old couch. "Hey Farris. What's up?" She asks, stuffing an old coverlet into a bag. "You and Sarkith doing okay?" Omasuth stretches and yawns, stretching out on the floor lazily.

"Nothing is up. I just want to get this over with so I can go home." Farris says a bit tensely as she tightens up the boot, then drops her foot down, raising the other to lace that up. She relaxes backwards against the wall as she swings her cot back, puffing out a bit of a hard breath against her red bangs. "You excited?"

Neyuni tidies up her cot, one of the last times she is likely to. The soon to be relinquished couch is regarded quietly a moment before she turns a bit, hearing her fellows engage in conversation.

Aoriya nods. "I am, I'm just doing some last minute cleanup before Omasuth and I permanently settle into our weyr. We practically have a whole workshop up there. The tools just need to have the rust scoured off of it." Omasuth lazily closes his eyes and rolls onto his side.

"Sounds fun." Farris murmurs before attaching the last clasp around her boot, then shifts herself out of her cot, giving her body a bit of a stretch. She sizes up the Barracks, then says. "Last time we'll be here." She tugs her lips upwards slightly. "Unless the two of you become Weyrling masters."

Neyuni coughs, "Weyrlingmasters? As memorable as this has been, I don't think so." she steps away fromher couch,looking over the others. "I supopse at least we';'ll be able to get soem nice flight leathers. This dye still hasn;t worn down." she tugs her jacket.

Aoriya rolls her eyes and tugs her own jacket, glaringly orange. "My cousin Sarai's working on mine as a graduation gift. And I don't think I'll be a Weyrlingmaster either. Omasuth keeps saying that now that he's graduated he can make it to the top. I have a bad feeling he has some kind of plan in the works."

"I hate this stupid jacket." Farris murmurs as she looks down at herself, eyes narrowing. "I don't see why they can't give us a respectable color, like brown, or blue, or something. But bright orange? It's like they want us to feel stupid while we go through our training." She bounces a bit on the balls of her feet to loosen up her new boots, then grins faintly. "So, I can't wait to play tonight for everyone. I'm keeping my promise of setting the skies on fire."

Neyuni chuckles and nods in agreement with farris. "Well, look somethign anyways. Tedhy certainly couldn't lose sight of us if they wanted to. Not sure what I'm goign to replace mine with." there's suriosity of farris's claim "Well, just don't hurt yourself! Do you have a lot of family coming over to cheer on as you graduate?" and to Aoriya "He won't share his plans, with you?" there's some hint of disbelief, surely you'd be in on any schemeing.

Aoriya rolls her eyes. "He won't, which makes me think they're something that would have me screaming. "Oh no you don't." She chuckles at Farris and Neyuni. "Hey, Sarai's looking for extra points with the journeymen who are teaching her. She'll give you both a good price if I tell her you're classmates of mine. And Farris, she loves your work, she'll likely give you a design for free or near it and if she can't come up with one you like she'll point you to somebody who might."

"Well, I'll be wearing Flame's blood red suit after tonight, so I am not too worried, but thank you for the offer." Farris says as she flicks a bit of dust off her orange suit, which is actually clean for a change. A slight grin tugs over her lips as she glances towards Sarkith for a moment as they share a thought, then back to the pair of girls. "He tells me that I should play loud tonight."

Neyuni oos taking the offer into consideration. "I'll think about it. Just kinda want to get through tonight and figure out whatever tomorrow brings, well, tomorrow." doesn't seem she's to focused on teh future at the moment. There''s a look of soem disbelief to farris. "You've been playing quiet?"

Aoriya grins fiercely. "Forget quiet. Play so loud that you can be heard to Belior and back! You only graduate once. Don't regret it." She says fiercely to Farris. "You owe it to yourself and Sarkith to forge ahead and never look back."

"Sometimes I play loud, and sometimes I play so loud that the ears bleed. Tonight, I'm taking it to another level. I'm going to not only break tradition, but grind my heel into it." Farris says with an amused laugh as she picks up her guitar from the wall, sliding it into her lap as she lightly strums at the strings. "I got a song in mind I plan on ripping away." She pauses for a moment, then says. ".. I'll um... I'll miss you guys."

Aoriya grins. "Well, remember, the best part about being dragonriders is that your friends are always a thought or a jump away. So lets get going."

Neyuni looks at a loss for words and ends up nodding mutely, looking toward the outside where preparations havve been made. Well, they had to facde this eventually.

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Contents:
Omasuth(#4596OVapq)
Sarkith
Farris
Ytroth
J'io
Troyseth
G'rism
Treasath(#10096OVaepq)
Saisri(#9871PAXcez)
Avarinth(#9952JOVaepq)
B'rm
Elara(#5752PJLXcez$)
V'gay
Limerith(#9391OVapq$)
Anakah
Y'sar(#7481PAXcez$)
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Junior Queens <JQ> Weyrleaders' Complex <WC> Southern Bowl <S> Northern Bowl <N> Hatching Grounds <E> Living Caverns <W>

Elara giggles softly as she slips her arm through V'gay's, "Are you flirting with me?" she asks teasingly, laughing again. Her head turns at J'io's voice and the Weyrwoman smiles, "Weyrleader J'io," she greets formally, "Fort Weyr's duties to Igen and her queens, and our formal congratulations to your most recent weyrling class." She waves her free arm to B'rm and Saisri, a bracelet glittering briefly on her wrist.

G'rism, another visitor from Eastern Weyr, arrives shortly after most of the influx of guests do. It takes Troyseth a moment or two to find a good place to land where the bronzerider can dismount, but as soon as G'rism's dress boots hit the ground, the bronze takes off for the nearest ledge that suits his tastes, leaving his rider to deal with the crowd of unfamiliar faces and voices. Straightening his shoulders slightly, he strides towards the gathering, most likely sticking out for the deep red dress shirt he wears, a dark brown vest laying overtop it, and a pair of trousers dyed the same hue. Eastern's greetings to Igen Weyr. G'rism says in reply, having briefly overheard some of the greeting given by J'io.

Public Announcement from J'io: Igen's Weyrlings are all set and ready to start graduating! To join in the party, just head on over to Igen Weyr!

Anakah looks towards Y'sar with a smile as she says quietly. "Alisar was busy with some work and he knew Farris was graduating and asked if I could come over and give her his congratulations." She replies. "You got a friend graduating?"

Saisri offers a warm smile to Elara as she spies Fort's senior, but then J'io arrives and well, formalities must be attended to, and she does so with a low dip of head. "And may I extend Eastern's duties to Igen and her queens. These are always times to celebrate, and it is good to see so many here."

V'gay gives a dramatic sigh "Alas my dearest, I cannot help but flirt with such a beautiful women. Tis a shame that you're taken." He says forlornly though his face is alight with his smile. He nods to J'io "Out here would be grand, enough space to hold everyone and the dragons can watch as well."

J'io just grins all the more at the influx of greetings..as well as people, one hand lifting to scratch at the back of his head. No, he's not all that good with completely proper formality, but hey. It's an effort. V'gay gets a brief nod though, before he pipes up again. "That's fer sure. Kinda a whole big part 'o it 'n all. Be a bit silly to leave 'em out, now wouldn't it? Just..ya know..nobody go 'bout gettin' stepped on. It'd get all messy 'n stuff, 'n I'd have ta tell someone to clean it, and..well. Whole big mess. Anyway! ..Tro? Tro, where the heck /are/ they anyway? Tell 'em to move their tails on outta them barracks already." Ytroth's head tilts then, before whatever silent call is mustered for his offspring and their riders. "Kay then! They should be out 'ere any minute now."

Y'sar smiles, "I know a few people graduating," is his answer to Anakah, "Would you like to sit with me for the ceremony?" he offers, eyes darting nervously around the growing crowd. He bends to whisper something into the Harper's ear. J'io receives a formal bow, but the young rider does not offer a greeting - surely the man has enough of those being flung at him at the moment. Y'sar mutters to Anakah, "I'm not very... another... I... an awful..."

Anakah smiles as she replies just loud enough to be heard. "Yes, I'd like that Y'sar." She blushes as she whispers back. "That is why I went into Archives and Law." She gives the man a bit of a wink.

V'gay glances up to the shape that's his own dragon "Yes indeed it would be a shame. After all, they worked hard for it as well." he murmurs as he remembers some of the hard work Limerith had to put into things. His attention then moves on towards the people, his gaze lingering on a few of the ones that are quite pleasing to the eyes.

Aoriya walks straightbacked and with pride, never one for grace, or for refinement, she looks straight ahead, chin lifted in dignity. Omasuth stands military sharp, his flaming hide gleaming with oil. His neck is curved crisply, military fashion.

Neyuni enters with the rest of the weyrlings. She's dressed in her weyrling flight leathers in all their painful hued glory and followed at her side by Zuhth. It's a simple progrssion, straight forawrd with the barest pause at the large crowd gathered in the bowl.

With a loud trumpeting bugle, the small Blue Sarkith makes his way out of the barracks, with Farris at his side. Decked out in a neon orange flight suit, and a clean pair of pants, the Weyrling strides out in her typical gait as she takes in a slow, deep breath, sweeping her gaze towards all the people. She picks out her family, offering up a quick smile to the Eastern crew which has showed, then once more steels her nerves as she brushes her hand against her lifemate's hide. Her hair is in a choppy black manner, dyed with a hint of red near the tips. Leather is bound about her throat in the form of a collar, as well as around her wrists, dangling bits of reflective jewelry from them. Despite her stoic expression she wears, her stomach is twirling in butterflies.

Elara laughs again at V'gay, "You are simply too much," she says, but she is smiling and there is a faint blush to her cheeks. "Yes, out here would be lovely, I always think it's important for the weyrling dragons to participate in the ceremony as well." She shrugs, then, "But this is not my weyr, so I'm going to keep quiet." She smiles at J'io, "That's the way."

Alisar arrives late, slipping off of a brown dragon just a little ways off. He does pause, however, long enough to thank the rider and slip him a payment. "Thanks for getting me here on such short notice, T'aulin."

Yxelth and Jei are, of course, amongst the group of arriving weyrlings, and while they simply move along with the group, both seem rather interested in the gathering of people rather than arriving at their proper location. Jei, in particular, as the young, about to be rider, winks at a few cute guys as she passes, quickly straightening up should J'io's eye fall upon her.

Saisri stands alongside B'rm, Avarinth standing just behind, her head curled up proudly with every inch of her all but reeking the haughty dignity well known to the queen. "Reminds me when I had to graduate your class..." Murmurs the woman aside to her mate, one slender brow quirking ever so finely before a smile touches her lips at sight of Farris and her grown dragon.

Y'sar spies his brother and stands straighter, shoulders back as he waves, "Alisar!" he calls once, briefly, then quiets and watches with respect as the Weyrlings begin to trail in. He crowd-watches, eyes jumping from face to face, counting people he recognizes. A nod is given here and there, a smile returned.

Anakah remains near Y'sar as she hears him call out his brother's name and looks a little awkward. "Guess he was able to free himself after all." She blushes as she goes back to being quiet and focused on keeping as much attention off her as possible.

"Oh yeah, my graduation was a real party." B'rm says with a wry grin on his face as he snakes an arm around the Gold rider's waist, allowing his intense, blue eyes to search the crowd. As he spies Farris, he gives a bolstering grin towards his younger sister, slowly nodding his head, hoping to give her a bit of assurance with family in the crowd. No need for hooting, and hollaring, at least not yet. "She's flying a runt." He says jokingly to his weyrmate, lips teasing upwards.

Above, Wiyaneth watches the progression quietly, though her keen eyes study each Weyrling closely. Down below, Elara watches V'gay with interest for a moment as he checks people out. Then, with an amused shake of her head she flicks her fingers towards a weyrling, "Psst, straighten your shirt!" she hisses, projecting her voice so that it hopefully reaches the young rider. She turns to frown at B'rm, "Sarkith is a fine size."

J'io does wait a moment as the weyrlings begin their march in, and moves to head them off. Or inspect them. Or just plain give them a wide, dopey grin. Although he does tilt his head a little at Jei, giving her a small smirk. "Oh c'mon now, you can wait a few more minutes to get on wi' that, now can't ya?" The teenaged weyrleader looks more amused than anything about it, and simply turns to face the gathered crowd. "Well now! This here's been an interestin' time, watchin' them grow up. Well..the dragons anyway. Rider's are quite a bit grown already, though ya kinda get attached like that after so long, eh? Better get this started then, eh? Get you all graduated 'n full riders 'n such. Aoriya! You c'mere now. C'mon, step on up, let everyone get a good look at'cha before all's done with."

Don't let her hear you say that. Comes an equally teasing statement, voiced by none other then the once quiet G'rism. It would seem the bronzerider has overcome his past fear of large crowds and is now adept in filtering through them and towards those he wishes to confront. With a slow, slight smile, he dips his head politely in greeting to both B'rm and Saisri. Mind if I join you two? he asks, even though his gaze wanders over to a certain weyrling in a noticeably bright orange suit.

Alisar is in a good mood, if a little out of breath. He walks up to Anakah with an apologetic smile, "Thanks for the backup there, wasn't sure I was going to make it." He greets his brother with a warm half-hug and a shoulder nudge and then turns his attention to the festivities.

As the weyrlings come out, V'gays attention turns towards them. Least now he's more watching then checking them out. After all, this is an important moment for them. He shakes his head a bit at the teasing from the spectators.

Saisri turns her head to regard Elara briefly at mention of Sarkith, the woman smiling, "The blue's rider is his sister, he's just joking around." Mostly. But then G'rism arrives, and she's busy turning her attention to him as she gestures him towards an open spot beside her. Avarinth turns towards Troyseth, giving her offspring a brief rumble of greeting, but little else. "Nice to see so many Easterns here." Murmurs the woman to her Weyr-fellows before she turns back to watch Farris.

Y'sar grins at his brother, returning the hug without any trace of male shyness. He's happy to see his big brother, and it shows in his usually bland expression. Watching the Weyrlings move, he prepares his hands for clapping by removing them from his pockets and wiping them on his hide pants.

Anakah nods towards Alisar as she says softly. "It's alright Master Alisar." She replies smiling as she watches the brothers and then the ceremony takes her attention.

Aoriya flushes fainly pink, but Omasuth rumbles with pride and she steps up to J'io and takes a deep breath. Her smile is warm, her face just a little nervous. Her brown lifemate's eyes glow a bright sapphire blue with pride. Her eyes meet J'io's attentively.

"Yeah, for a firelizard." B'rm says under his breath, though it hardly quells his amusement as he gives Saisri a nudge, before smiling broadly to G'rism, reaching out to clasp a heavy hand upon his shoulder. "It seems that small dragons run in the family. Treasath is hardly a giant bronze himself." He says with a rolling chuckle, before turning his attention to the stage, watching as Aoriya is first summoned.

Neyuni lays a hand on Zuhth's arm as the first of the weyrling, soon to be full fledged riders is called up. Go Aoriya!

Elara frowns at B'rm, but chooses not to reply, instead turning her attention to the Weyrlings and watching as the first one is called up. She smiles dreamily, her expression distant. More than once she looks up towards her dragon, and then turns to whisper something to V'gay.

V'gay gives a nod to Elara, a thoughtful look to his face as he leans closer to whisper in reply, his eyes still on the weyrling that was called up.

J'io reaches up just a bit, giving Aoriya's shoulder a light pat as she stands in front of him. "Well now, there ya are." Where else would she be, really? Still, the Weyrleader does give a pause, possibly for the dramatic before he opens up the small pouch he's brought with him, pulling a rider knot out from it. "I believe this one 'ere belongs to ya now, Aoriya. You 'n Omasuth've come a long way 'n growin' up. Time ta make ya both riders 'n join the wings 'ere at Igen, eh? Congratulations."

G'rism's smile remains the same, even as B'rm clasps his shoulder. The bronzerider sideglances briefly to the other one as he moves to take the free spot indicated by Saisri, but for the most part his gaze remains focused on the weyrlings. He remains silent, for the most part, until he murmurs to B'rm. "You must be proud of her."
Y'sar applauds with a smile as the first Weyrling is graduated. He again wipes his hands on his pants and watches impassively, glancing briefly from Anakah to Alisar.

Aoriya nods and bows her head slightly, wiping a single tear of joy from her eyes. "Thanks..... I would call you Weyrleader, but you always insisted we call you by your name, thanks J'io." She smiles, then the expression widens into a grin as Omasuth turns his head to the sky and roars in triumph to the mighty blue above him.

Alisar applauds heartily for the newest rider, slipping his guitar off his shoulder and flexing his arm a bit to prepare for the soreness that accompanies one's clapping hands at events like these. His eyes dance, pleased to have made it after all.

"I am proud of her. I'm very proud. Besides Saisri, she is all that I have left in this world." B'rm says to G'rism with a slight smile tugging upon his lips, pointedly ignoring the eavesdropping Elara for the time being. She can frown until her face freezes that way for all he cares. With a rock of his shoulders, he gives Aoriya a brief smile, glad to see her so confident in this moment of glory. Most Weyrlings freeze up.

Saisri gives the man beside her a soft snort, "Besides our son and daughter?" A faint smirk touches her face, but she then busies herself with clapping in congratulations for this newest young rider, memories of times so like this flashing past her vision.

Elara claps with the rest, smiling happily. She turns again to reply to V'gay, "Me too," she answers, "I wouldn't have made it through graduation without Wiyaneth." Which is true on so many levels.

J'io clears his throat just a little as he ushers Aoriya on back to her dragon, and then looks at the others, pointing silently at each of them before finally picking. Hey, who does this stuff in /order/ anyway? "Jei! C'mon now, you're next!"

V'gay gives a nod to Elara "So true, so true indeed." he gazes fondly up in Limerith's direction and then chuckles at something likely said and shakes his head. "He says, if it wasn't for him, I'd have been in trouble so many times because of my hormones."

Jei had definitely started to wander, mentally at least, as Aoriya was being officially graduated, and as her name is called, she hurriedly looks back at J'io. "What?" She asks, before realizing that its her turn, blushing just a tad as she heads up to the Weyrleader, the pale green shifting eagerly where she is settled. "Sir." She offers with a grin, waiting.

Aoriya steps back to Omasuth. She takes a normal pose, but the brown growls and gives a small but sharp nudge to her back as if to say, straighten up! Aoriya then snaps to full attention, all except for the dopey grin on her face.

G'rism's chuckled response to Saisri's statement is all but muffled and lost in the din of the clapping, to which he adds his own, as the first of the Weyrlings graduate. As the next one is called forwards, the eastern bronzerider takes the time to turn his attention to B'rm, murmuring once again. "As am I. She'll make a good rider, for certain."

Elara laughs loudly but briefly, raising a hand to cover herself as she giggles helplessly for a moment, "So why isn't he keeping you out of trouble any more?" she teases in a soft whisper. Then she shakes her head, nodding instead to the graduating Weyrlings. That's why they're here, after all, and that is where her attention returns.

Y'sar studies Jei closely for a moment, his brows knit and eyes focused. Leaning forward slightly in his chair he studies her and then leans back with a frown on his lips. His hands rest on his knees, absently rubbing them while he tilts his head a bit to get better audio.

J'io shakes his head just a little as Jei moves forward. "Oh c'mon now, 'what', huh? Don' tell me you're eyein' that cute young thing over there 'n the back?" The bronzerider sighs heavily, at least attempting to look supremely exhasperated before handing the greenrider a knot, and a grin. "Well go on over there, ask for some names or somethin' instead o' just makin' eyes from across the sand, eh? Welcome to the wings there, Jei."

Alisar chats for just a moment with Anakah, catching up on Harper business in the nick of time, for soon the clapping starts again and all hope of being heard is lost. Quickly, Alisar shifts to harper-sign, finishing his sentence with a few quick finger movements. Nothing, but nothing, can keep a Harper from the news, noise or not. He claps with the rest as soon as he's finished.

V'gay chuckles and shakes his head "He says he refuses to involve himself in such boring things." he murmurs as he turns his attention back to the weyrling becomig full fledged riders.

At least she's not making eyes at J'io, right? "Thank you, J'io." Jei grins back at him, "For everything." She offers a bit softer, before she turns to move back to where she was, fingers picking at her new knot, while her gaze tries to pick out the... interesting.. ones, Yxelth happily settling in. Here's where the real adventure starts!
Elara waits until the applause has faded for the most recent graduate before she turns to smile at V'gay in reply.

What's wrong with making eyes at J'io? Pft. The weyrleader's never one to mind that too much. He shakes his head just a little though, snickering to himself before he turns his eyes on..Farris. Ah..Farris. No, the two haven't really gotten along too well lately. "Farris! You're up, m'dear. Up up up!"

Y'sar watches Alisar's finger movements but ends up looking completely baffled. "Er, what was that about Aunt Mildie's laundry?" he asks softly, clearing his throat to hide his embarrassment. His eyes dart quickly from Anakah and Alisar with an apologetic smile. On the rim, Kersenth bugles his congratulations for each graduating pair.

Giving a whistle to Jei, Farris seems honestly happy for her fellow Weyrling, now graduate. She takes in a deep breath, quietly murmuring to one of the others near by, before settling herself back a bit. At the call of her name, she straightens up quickly, as if shocked sober. With a run of her hand through her hair, she starts up the steps, casting a quick look towards Sarkith.

Saisri gives another round of congratulations for Jei, responding to G'rism's comment, "That she will, unlikely as both she and her brother seemed. Treasath and I made something respectable out of him, and I'm sure Sarkith will help guide Farris down the right path for her. The dragons always do." She says with a brief glance up to Avarinth, who's attentions are taken up by a critical study of each young dragon.

Anakah smiles quietly as she listens to Alisar and then back to Y'sar as she says softly. "It's alright."

Aoriya's face lights up at the mention of Farris. Smiling first at Jei's retreat, she watches Farris with something akin to regret. Omasuth's growl is low to his rider. Instantly the shadow is lifted.

As the din of clapping subdues enough for G'rism to overhear just enough of a familiar name, the bronzerider's attention turns back to J'io as Farris is called forwards next. With his eyes still focused in their direction, he replies to Saisri. "Too true, too true."

With a loud whistle, B'rm shouts out a quick hoo-rah at the sight of Farris being called to the stage. His grin could not be any wider across his face as he gives G'rism another strong squeeze upon the shoulder, digging his fingers in.

J'io tilts his head just a bit at the sudden loud cheeringness, and then looks again at Farris as she comes up. "Well, looks like you got the audience, eh Farris?" He does nod after a moment, looking the bluerider over. "Heh, you ready to get this done?" He picks up a knot then, holding it out for the girl, with a slow grin. "Congratulations on finishin' up as a weyrlin', Farris."

Y'sar again leans forward, watching Farris closely. His brows furrowed, he turns and speaks low to Alisar and Anakah, "I wonder if she's found a duet partner for that song of hers." His clapping is muted as he waits for an answer from the two Harpers. "I felt awful when I had to turn her down, I think I really hurt her feelings. I should go make up after this," he adds, mostly to himself.

With a tilt of her head slightly towards the crowd, Farris directs her attention back to J'io as she reaches out to take the knot. "Thank you, sir." She says cordially, and with an even, respectful tone. Her features are quite stoic, though there is a faint hint of a smile working their way at the corner of her lips.

Alisar looks up, just in time to see Farris graduate. A sublime look crosses his face, as the moment passes, frozen in time, waiting for the gentle exhale of the next moment. A page is turned, in that quiet breath of time and when the man comes back to himself, his applause is jarringly loud.

Elara applauds with the rest of the crowd, and then recognition dawns, "I knew I knew her from somewhere," she says to V'gay, nodding a few times, "She's that Harper who came to play at Fort that one time." Er...more information, please? "With the loud show. Lots of people really seemed to like it. I wonder if she'll go on tour again."

G'rism is careful to mask most of the wince he gives by B'rm's strong grip on his shoulder. When the opportunity arises, if it ever does, the bronzerider will attempt to step a little away from B'rm - or at least out of the reach of his grip. As Farris receives her knot and graduates, the bronzerider adds in his applause and his once light smile breaks out into a full grin.

Saisri briefly abandons formality to let out her own cheer as Farris is officially graduated, and even Avarinth regurgitates a hesitant rumble, mostly for her rider's benefit than anyone else's, and quickly falls silent. There, she cheered.

Anakah looks over towards Y'sar as she says quietly. "She likely won't have a hard time finding someone, there are quite a few talented males, Kadan I believe has a good voice too even though he plays guitar." She smiles. "His grandfather T'burk is well kinda my uncle by weyrmating, he's weyrmated to my aunt Dyanara." She blushes. "Who was Master Alisar's mentor." She claps for Farris as she watches the other harper get her full wingrider's knot.

There are others that graduate as well. Other weyrlings are called, and proceed on their quests of knot-aquiring, before all are finally done with. J'io then claps his hands together, and just turns toward those watching the proceedings with a grin. "And that's all for Igen's newest bunch 'o riders! I wanna thank all o' y'all for comin' out here to support 'em, 'n show 'em just how great ya think they are. Now then, there's pleanty that's been set up for y'all ta eat, 'n I'm sure we got ourselves some harpers plannin' on puttin' on quite a show for ya. So relax, 'n 'ave a good time!"

Y'sar stares at Anakah and then laughs, "Sorry, what?" he asks in a don't-really-clarify sort of way. "I hope she does find someone. And I think I will apologize after." Looking like he's happy with his decision, the brownrider settles back into his seat.

Elara rises to her feet as she's applauding, giving Igen's latest group of weyrlings a standing ovation. Sticking close to V'gay so she doesn't get hustled off into the crowd, she attempts to move towards the fringes.

As she steps down slowly from the podium, Farris tilts her head upwards a bit to the sky, giving Sarkith a wide smile as she slowly nods her head. All the while, the small blue has been resting easily, nostrils flared as bits of smoke has been curling upwards into the sky ominously. It seems that someone had a snack earlier. As the Graduation formally ends, he rises up to his feet, tilts his head back, and belches out a powerful gout of flame across the sky, allowing the bright blue burn to a deep orange, yellow, and red, creating quite a loud 'booming' noise as the O-zone breaks. It seems that the Harper has kept her promise to her fellow Weyrlings, in promising that she would set the sky on fire, somehow.

Alisar catches up with the conversation, "Appologize for what, Y'sar?"

Y'sar blushes at his brother and shakes his head as he rises, "Later," he says softly. He jumps a bit as the blue flames, tense for a moment before he relaxes, realizing that the dragon wasn't actually flaming something dangerous. It was not a call to arms, it was a beautiful show. He begins to make his way through the crowd, trying to catch Farris' eye.

Aoriya jumps about a mile but Omasuth lets out a bellow of delight at the belching fire, breaking every restraint and green lightning lancing through the blue of his eyes. Pyromaniac anybody. The brown raises his wings and bugles in further delight.

Saisri turns her head upon Sarkith as the blue flames, eyes whirling with a smoldering shade of what is likely jealousy for one of the things denied the queen by engineering. "Now now, love..." Saisri says as she rests a hand on her queen's foreleg, mulling Avarinth to a dull simmer. "Well, seems your sister had a party planned, B'rm."

Of course, Anakah doesn't really intend to clarify at all, instead she remains quiet, watching everything and observing. She does seem to be a bit awkward in amongst the crowd ,standing next to the Harper Craftsecond and his brother, a rider. All she does is watch Y'sar walk off to find the newly-graduated Harper rider and pays attention back to straightening her skirt a bit nervously making sure she at least looks proper. After all, she rarely goes to events of much importance that she would have to dress up for.

The only words coming out of G'rism's mouth as Sarkith makes way with his fiery display are: "Farris, you didn't!" Whatever that's supposed to mean - probably nothing and simply blurted out in reaction to being caught off guard. Troyseth adds in his own bugle, which seems to be slightly tinged with annoyance, in response to Sarkith's flaming display. But soon the dark hued bronze settles back, giving the blue the closest look to amused that a dragon can manage. And while everyone is distracted, G'rism makes his escape, disappearing among the crowds without another word spoken.

Above, Wiyaenth opens her jaws and roars lightly in congratulations, flicking her wings and settling in to wait until her rider requires conveyance home. Elara pauses to greet a Conclave Lady Holder, talking happily for a few moments about the status of the woman's Hold and how well her Hold's sheep are doing. Rather bland, but Elara seems to be enjoying herself.

Aoriya rolls her eyes at Omasuth. "You can pick another time to be rowdy Oma you flamehead. For now, lets relax and have some fun." The brown pads sedately around to the other side of the crowd and immediately croons charmingly to a random green. "Lech." Aoriya giggles as she makes her way over to Farris. "Good one Farris! Gutsy and wild!"

Treasath practically startles at the sight of the blue flame racing across the sky, then lets out a loud roar to the sky in appreciation of such a display. How long has it been since dragons has been allowed the taste of flame? B'rm can't help but grin as he gives his sister a wave, then goes to mingling with a few of the other riders, deciding that a beer drinking contest needs to be roused.

As Farris unzips that horrible looking neon orange jump suit, she hands it off to a young kid, who practically squeaks in joy. Picking up her guitar, she throws it over her shoulder as she straps it into place, then works up a wry grin upon her face as she sees her band, Final Thread Fall, start to set things up. Showtime in a few minutes. Y'sar does indeed catch her eye, and she shifts her gaze over towards him for a moment.

Y'sar nudges his way patiently through the crowd towards Farris. Once he finally reaches her he bends to whisper something softly to her, an apologetic expression on his face.

Aoriya grins and sheds her jumpsuit as well, straightening her poofy hakama and odd tubetop and wraparound shirt. She pins her new knot to the side and grins goofily. "Farris, I want to see you rip it up." She nods to Y'sar. "G'day."

Amused for a moment at Aoriya, Farris's fingers lightly dance along the strings for a moment as she begins to tune the instrument. As Y'sar whispers to her quietly, she gives a slight nod of her head, shifting her gaze to him fully. Leaning in, she brushes her lips against his cheek for a soft peck, then says. "I got a song to play." She says with a smile on her face, before reaching up with one hand, snapping her fingers. At that, the drummer behind her begins a quick ratta-tat-tat-tat-tat. A military drum roll, which soon blossoms out into something more flowing. The pair of guitars behind her soon catch, and there is a fast paced, but not exactly heavy, rhythm.

Alisar grins, "That's a fine start.", he comments about the song, not wanting to interrupt.

Y'sar smiles over at Aoriya, "Good evening, congratulations." When Farris kisses his cheek the brownrider jerks back in surprise. "Er," he mutters, and then shakes his head, "You're busy, I'll go," he says, melting back into the crowd.

Anakah looks over as she sees the silent interchange from Farris to Y'sar and looks away trying to pretend she hadn't noticed as she starts to wander away from Alisar to go get herself something to drink and perhaps find the blue rider that had given her a lift, maybe talk to him and arrange a rider back to the Harper Hall.
You say "Good evening to you too. Don't go. The party's only getting started." A foolhardy grin covers her face, "This party's just getting started. I don't know about you, but I'm going to live it up!""

Elara looks around as the Holder departs, finally finding a spot where she can sit and listen to the music and enjoy the show. For the moment she's taken herself out of 'active circulation', as it were, choosing to stay on the sidelines and not approach anyone. Partly because she needs to catch her breath after a long-winded talk about sheep, and partly because this is not her party - it's the Weyrlings'.

Alisar offers his heartfelt congratulations to Aoriya, "As well you should, you should indeed. Don't worry, the music won't stop until everyone else is well towards sleeping." He pats his guitar

It takes a few moments for Farris to work her way into the song as she breathes deep of the warm air around her, before starting to sing, her voice rising upwards powerfully. She throws her head back a bit so that her hair can untousle from about her eyes, this time hardly holding back as she uses her lungs as a weapon. "Children lift up your eyes to the heavens! Send your vision out beyond. Children take up the torch, and we will follow! You're the light of the world! Let the children follow, let the children see! All the children.. walk.. to the other siiiiide!" She croons out as she whistles away at a note upon the guitar, her rhythm matching fluidly with the bands. She can feel the rush from the crowd as well, soaking up the energy, "Be not afraid at all. Be not afraid to fall. Just ride the wings of change, to a better time. Come take the hand of hope, and learn the ways of man. For you're the path that leads to the other side. The skin upon our faces has melt the ice of ages. Now our destiny is yours." It seems that this song was wrote for a reason. To pass the torch. This song is for her, and for her friends, and the dragons they ride.

Aoriya nods and offers a bow to the Harper. "Oh yes it is. I can't wai....." Farris' song leaves her speechless. "That's incredible. She must have been working on that for sevendays at least!"

Saisri listens intently to the song sung by Farris, leaning absently against Avarinth who is settled in silence upon the hot Igen sands. As the song is sun, the woman smiles, thoughtful and a bit enigmatic as she dips her head in approval of this new ballad.

"Hear echos in the dark from voices of the heart. You teach the song of life we take for granted. We've given you the key, so you'll unlock the door. We're looking through your eyes to another day! You bring a change of season, something to believe in. Now our destiny is yours!" Farris continues to sing, pounding out the words in a fast paced manner, bringing a bit of traditional song to a higher level. It is time to evolve music, here, and now. "Let the children follow, let the children see! All the children walk to the other side!" As the band continues on, he stops playing, raising her hands above her head to clap, watching a few of the crowd get into it, following suit as the thunderous slapping of palms soon become one. "Let the children follow, let the children see! All the children walk to the other side!"

Y'sar emerges from the crowd beside Anakah, his expression perplexed. "Anakah," he says, bending to speak to her, "I'm going to return to Eastern. I'm sorry I'm not better company, but this crowd..I've never been good in crowds." As the song plays his perplexed expression deepens, watching the Rider/Harper perform for a moment.

Anakah looks towards Y'sar as she replies. "Yeah... I was thinking of going back to the Hall if I can find that blue rider again." She shrugs.

Up in the sky, F'rd on Sea-Blue Mustangth arrive, relieving Fer'ri and Dull-Bronze Testarosath on watch duty.

Elara taps her foot to the music, listening happily. "This isn't half bad," she says to a neighbor, "I think I like it. Some of it. I think it's too loud but it flows nicely."

Alisar nods approvingly, "I've not been displeased with any of Farris' work... but this is a new direction for her."

As his sister puts on a show, B'rm is practically bobbing his head in time as he throws back another beer down his throat. "Man... she sure has.. grown some. I didn't even know she could sing." He belches out, before looking towards Saisri. "Did you know that she sung?"

Saisri snorts to her mate, already well into his drinks. "I'm a Harper... save a very inactive one, but yes. I've heard all about her music, though this is the first I've gotten the chance to hear it."

Aoriya looks around, she's listening enrapt to Farris, but the other riders or other folk are older than her or busy with each other, and a slightly awkward expression crosses her face. Omasuth moves to the edge of the crowd, and the newly minted brownrider moves to the side and leans against his flashy looking hide to watch.

Y'sar offers a hand to Anakah, "We could take you back to the Hall, if you'd like?" he offers, glancing upwards. On the rim, Kersenth distinguishes himself from the other dragons by spreading his wings and leaping into the air, circling down to land behind the festivities.

As the song ends, Farris breathes out slightly, her features flushed as she runs a hand back through her hair, straightening her shoulders up a bit. She can hear the roar of the crowd, this time in approval as opposed to a mixed reaction. Finally. -Finally-. She gives a brief smile, before pumping her fist into the air, followed by another gout of flame from Sarkith as he races over head of the crowd, washing the sky in a blaze of red.

Elara rises to her feet quickly with a smile, "Master Alisar! I didn't see you arrive, but I figured you must be here to celebrate a new Harper Rider's graduation. Now she can spread her music even faster across Pern. Is it always this loud, though?"

Anakah blinks as she hears Y'sar as she blushes a bit. "I really don't feel right disturbing that other rider when he might want to stay longer... it's not going to be a trouble is it?" She offers him her hand nervously.

Omasuth roars in salute to his clutchbrother and Aoriya lets out a huge yell as she pumps her fist in the air. The sound is inarticulate, wild, and every bit the essence of the brownrider's fiercely wild nature.

Alisar nods, "I think so... except for once, and that was an audition of sorts." "It's good to see you Weyrwoman, you know Anakah and Y'sar?" He quite happily introduces the other Harpers on the company. "Quite an occasion... quite an occasion. They look a good bunch, strong and fit as always."

Y'sar takes the Harper's hand with a smile and a shake of his head, "No trouble at all. Alisar," he says to his brother, "I'm going to head home. May I stop by tomorrow and have a chat with you? Weyrwoman," he says respectfully to Elara with a slight bow.

Elara smiles at Y'sar and Anakah, "Of course, clear skies, Y'sar." She nods, "The Weyrlings have always looked good, regardless of what Weyr they were raised in. It's a mark of the strength of all of Pern's weyrs, I'd think."

Anakah blinks as she hears Alisar's words as she gives a polite nod as she says softly. "Good day to you Weyrwoman." Of course, she really didn't expect to be introduced to the Weyrwoman of Fort Weyr. She looks towards Y'sar as she smiles. "I'd just never want you to go out of your way for me." She replies.

Aoriya sighs and moves for a table of drinks and snacks. She grabs a couple of meatrolls and a glass of wine and leans lazily against the refreshments table, munching and sipping. "Omasuth, I swear if you're planning something that I'm not going to like any time before we've been settled in for a sevenday I'm going to be /very/ upset."

Alisar settles for the moment, finding a wineskin. He flexes his fingers, trying to gauge what sort of music the crowd might like. He begins a soft instrumental that matures into a fairly lively tune, suitable for dancing.

Y'sar shakes his head, "It's no trouble," he says to Anakah. He waits a moment for Alisar's answer and then turns, leading the way through the crowd. He leads her to Kersenth and the two mount, the brown rising into the air and vanishing between.

Elara watches the Master Harper for a moment and makes her way to the food tables. "Congratulations," she says to Aoriya as she approaches the newly graduated rider, "How does it feel?"

Aoriya sighs as she raises her glass cheerfully. "A relief. My brown Omasuth's especially smug. But I can't tell if its because he's conniving something elsewhere or if its out of a sense of accomplishment." She looks briefly over at the mound of fiery brown hide. "He's an ambitious one." She grins like an idiot, or like a stuntrider fresh from the skies.

Elara giggles, grabbing up a bubblie and breaking off bits of the crust to munch on. Swaying in time with Alisar's music, she continues to chat with the rider, "It's hard to discover all the nuances of their personalities. Wiyaneth still surprises me to this day, and we've been together for turns."

Alisar continues to play, forgoing the food for a moment in the hopes that his song will keep things lively for everyone!

Tionasi arrives on the back of a petite green, the Harper sliding to the ground accompanied by her young daughter, Tia. The girl immediately tugs her hand free from her mother's and pelts into the crowd, but can be seen courteously saying 'pardon me!' before running into people. The Harper watches her and sighs, shaking her head. "I need a firelizard to watch her," she mutters to herself, striding towards the sound of the music.

Aoriya nods in agreement. "I can believe it. A few sevendays after he hatched an arguement broke out in the barracks. Omasuth relayed a five turn old's drawing version of what we all looked like to him and made it move."

Elara looks surprised, "An argument? What was that about?" She giggles, "Did he really? That's incredibly imagintive. I find that Wiyaneth isn't that creative. Not in an artistic way, at any rate. She's got great ideas on how to run a weyr, but if I asked her to draw a picture..." she shakes her head, "she'd just look at me and say, 'why is this important? What a waste of time.'" The rider giggles.

Aoriya shrugs. "I don't remember, to be honest, what it was about. I think he was just trying to tell us how stupid we looked to him. And he knows just what buttons to push to get me to do something." She rolls her eyes, chuckling.

Elara ahhs, shaking her head, "You have to be careful about that," she advises. "Dragons are marvelous beasts but their lack of a long term memory makes them sometimes poor decision makers. You have to know that if the time comes, you can win a battle of wills."

Aoriya rolls her eyes. "Oh I know. Its funny," She sips absently. "Its interesting.... he..... well.... he seems to alternate between a lazy, flirty suckup to the authorities sort of personality, to somebody serious, sharp, all brass and steel. Its like he can totally shift gears in the opposite direction."

Tionasi steps up to the Harper platform and finds a vacant chair, using her lap harp. She takes a moment to tune it and strikes up another dancing tune with the other Harpers gathered.

Elara smiles, "Yes, some are like that. Not my Wiyaneth, but I do know some who almost seem to have two personalities. How do you cope with it?"

Aoriya rolls her eyes. "I'm still figuring out how to cope with it. Manned flights in Weyrlinghood. We were told to go easy on the speed and not to show off. There was the queen from my class present as well as the Weyrleader. What did Omasuth do? Well, he caught me completely by surprise and took off. He started easy, and got carried away because there was a gold and an authority figure in the vicinity. And if he /ever/ does that again he's going to be in deep trouble."

Elara tsks, shaking her head, "Certainly," she agrees. "Excuse me." With a smile, she hastens off.

Aoriya yawns and stretches, heading out to Omasuth. "Come on buddy, lets get out of here."

Graduation day, Aoriya, Farris and Neyuni graduate as Weyrlings!

Fri, 20 Feb 2009 22:01:46 GMT

Igen Weyr - Weyrling Barracks(#2086RAJs)

Nearly equal in size to the Hatching Cavern, the barracks are immense, easily one of the largest of the caverns that sprawl through the cliffside at Igen Weyr. Accessible though a wide entrance meant to admit wind-trailing dragonets, and lighted by small windows cut into the rock, as well as the newly added electric lights, the weyrling barracks provide a place for growing dragonets that haven't reached their full size yet. A path leads though the cavern, on either side standing stone hollows that form the weyrling couches, with a cot and clothespress for the rider beside them. A small alcove in the back houses several large bins are placed along the short ends of the walls nearest the entrance tunnels, containing supplies of oil, food, and water for the young dragons and their riders: a vat of oil and paddles for spreading it onto itchy hides, and various containers kept filled daily with fresh meat. There are also materials available for making riding straps later on in the training sessions. A training chart is posted near the doorway, informing the weyrlings of the lessons they will need to follow.

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Yumath(#4038OVaepq$)

Azoa

S'yi

Sahidath

Captain

Yxelth

Weyrling Progress Board (WPB)

Dragon Anatomy Charts(#7753V$)

Dragon Setup

Obvious exits:

WLMs Office <WO> Weyrling Fields <W>

S'yi slips out from the office with her son sleeping in a baby carrier strapped to her back. the woman settles on a tall stool and calls out to the weyrlings, "Alright now, everyone. Gather 'round and get ready to talk about mating flights and the like." she glances over the eager and doubtful faces and then nods. "Alright, Mostly what I'm going to do is address any questions and concerns y'all have about your dragons, mating, flights, and after flights. Anyone want to start or shall I just start talking?"

Aoriya pulls up a stool with Omasuth right beyond and looks up at her dragon before turning back and saying. "How about you start from the beginning, and then I'll ask questions. Omasuth says that makes sense and I won't miss anything from not asking."

Azoa slips off her cot to join the group, settling herself cross-legged on the floor after a quick look to see what everyone else is doing. She looks a little uncomfortable about the idea of such a talk, although her discomfort is not reflected by Yumath, who lounges in his couch and watches curiously. The teenager listens to S'yi in silence, shaking her head at th rider's inquiry. Like Azz would start...!

S'yi nods faintly. "Alright, I'll start with greens. And at the end, each person will talk a little about what bothers them and maybe we can make y'all feel a bit more at ease about it." she comments, glancing over her shoulder to make sure her son is still sleeping soundly, which he is. She nods, eyeing the faces of the Weyrlings again. "Alright, greens. A Weyr consists of over 50 percent greens. A Weyr with 600 dragons has 300+ greens rising twice a turn. A green rising does not have as strong an effect on bystanders as golds do, but it can still affect people on any given day." she pauses for effect, "As I said, greens rise twice a turn, often at the same time as other greens and they do NOT fight like golds do when they rise, but instead try to lure males away from each other. So on any given day, a green, or more then one, is out giving willing males a run." She pauses there. "Greens could be caught by blues, browns and bronzes. Sahidath seems to have an affinity for browns, and therefor browns catch her the most. It differes from green to green."

Omasuth :rumbles pleasantly in his conniving fashion at this. "Oh no you don't." Aoriya growls. "You put that idea right out of your head mister!" Omasuth preens. "Yes, browns are best. But hold back and go slower a little." Aoriya flushes from hairroots to collar.

Yumath peers over at Omasuth at his brother's rumble, eyes blinking curiously. Azoa is too busy listening to S'yi and blushing a little at the mention of flights (apparently she does understand the human consequences of these) to notice any distractions. When the Weyrlingmaster mentions Sahidath's affinty for browns, the girl glances at her weyrmate, swallowing subtly and going a bit wide-eyed. Then she whips her head back round to stare naively up at S'yi.

S'yi says "continues, "Gold dragons WILL almost ALWAYS be caught in flights by bronzes. A brown winning a gold flight is VERY, VERY rare. More rare in fact then a stands impression. Yet, every so often, the huge thirty-five footers will catch and sire." S'yi laughs at the comments and murmurs and wide eyed looks then. "Don't worry, if you're afraid of catching Sahidath, she's very partial to Blewynth, he almost always catches these days. But girls with browns, beware, you will catch girls on greens as much as you catch boys on greens. So be aware, it can and will happen to you." she tilts her head to the side. "Riders have very little, if any control over their dragons joining mating flights when theres a female in heat nearby. Riders do not calmly watch mating flights from the sidelines, totally uneffected. The male dragons will insist on joining if you have them too close to a proddy female. Now, lets start talking about anything that makes us uncomfortable, also, ask questions you may have, and we shall see what we can do to make you more...comfortable about the situations. Let's start with... Aoriya, Go ahead.""

Aoriya seems blown over for once, so many questions! Where to start? "Clutchsiring, how much is expected of the sire and how much of the dam's rider?" She still blushes at the idea of catching a girl on a green. Or even a gold!

Azoa glances Yumath-wards again. Catching a /gold/? That has the girl looking worried and even a little embarssed. Her blush only deepens when S'yi goes on to explain about the possibility of catching a green ridden by a girl. Oh boy. Not to mention the idea of not being able to stop Yumath from chasing. Now /that/ has Azz looking distinctly uncomfortable. She breathes a little sigh of relief when Aoriya is picked on to voice her questions and toys with her fingers, blinking at the other brown weyring's query.

S'yi chuckles, "Most everything is expected of the female. She stays on the sands the entire time, except to eat and bathe. The male is at her beck and call, but he also rides search, so is gone a lot. He should be there for the clutching, and the hatching." She eyes the girls. "Remember, mostly it will be greens you guys catch, browns RARELY catch the golds." she reminds gently, but grins. "Azoa, your turn, and keep them coming guys, I can answer more than one at once.

Aoriya pipes up with a question again. "Girls on males catching girls on greens... it doesn't... really mean anything about the rider right? Or is a dragon's preference for one dragon or another based on their rider's emotions?" She flushes even deeper at Omasuth.

[DTU/Project] Omasuth projects to Sahidath . o O ( She is embarassed, I have pursued and do pursue Zuhth. She gets hot at the idea. I tell her she does not have to answer to anyone in such a chase. She is still shy. )

S'yi shakes her head. "Male dragons chase females dragons. Period, end of story. It dosen't matter if you're the straightest board in the box or you only swing for the home team. If there is a female in heat, a male will rise. Girl riders, boy riders. It dosen't matter when you're in the middle of a flight, only thing that matters is the passion."

Aoriya's question is not one that's on Azz's mind, and thus the girl looks a little distracted while S'yi answers it. It's only when her name is suddenly spoken that she lifts her head, blinking wide eyes. "Oh, erm." She gnaws at her lips as she tries to think up a question - but Aoriya gets there first. "I was, um, thinkign what Aoriya asked, really," the girl admits, blushing brilliantly.

<OOC> S'yi says, "Oh, you two can '+proddy on' anytime."

<OOC> S'yi would be the only one clothed, besides her son :P

<OOC> S'yi says, "Awkward is SO much fun :P"

<OOC> Aoriya is ICly really shy about the idea of being with a girl, and she's a virgin too! >:)

<OOC> Aoriya says, "What's +proddy do?"

<OOC> Azoa grins at Aoriya. "Azoa seems very innocent to me - though more about Weyr life than anything. She is, ICly, a virgin though. A few casual boyfriends in the past but nothing serious."

<OOC> S'yi says, "So, while we're here, talking about awkward.... either one of you wana, off camera, catch either Yi's green or an NPC green that I could play, just for kicks? :P '+proddy on' puts you onto the flights channel and sets up the proddy cycle for females and registers males for catching a flight."

Proddy Code> You have been added to the Mating Flight knot. Please check 'flt .who' for when your dragon is proddy or if you are male for who is proddy.

Connected players on Mating Flights's knot:

Q Dragon Color Age Proddy Stats LastWin OC Idle

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

- Ankhepith Gold 2:12:27 ----------- 1/0 Quiath No 4m

- Leibeth Gold 6:2:23 ----------- 5/0 Irilanth No 2m

- Nylaeth Gold 37:8:13 ----------- 6/1 Pirkith No 3m

Q Rhadamanth Gold 2:1:23 -Brooding- 0/0 No 7s

- Bysoth Bronze 33:7:27 ----------- 1/5 Danath No 40m

Q Cereth Bronze 2:12:27 ----------- 0/2 No 12m

- Valenth Bronze 25:9:5 ----------- 6/12 Spirith No 1m

Q Adinaeth Brown 14:1:17 ----------- 2/6 Branwynth No 7m

Q Khriseth Brown 9:1:22 ----------- 1/2 Regeth Yes 5m

- Odeleth Brown 5:9:19 ----------- 4/11 Nirileth Yes 7s

- Omasuth Brown 1:4:1 ----------- 0/0 No 0s

- Yumath Brown 1:4:2 ----------- 0/0 No 34s

- Caerith Blue 2:12:27 ----------- 2/5 Ahriszajith No 2m

- Zhilinith Blue 2:12:27 ----------- 1/1 Nakueath No 3m

- Sahidath Green 22:11:26 ----------- 2/0 Blewynth No 33s

Q Usath Green 6:8:27 ----------- 0/0 No 11m

--------------------- 16 players listed of 219 total ----------------------

Azoa finally has a question and pipes up, waving a hand weakly to attract S'yi's attention. "Do the riders have to...you know..." blush blush, "have...sex?" For a beastcrafter apprentice she's pretty shy about the whole sex thing - when it's related to her, anyway. "I thought that you could have a- a stand-in? If you wanted?"

Aoriya snorts. Still blushing. "Azoa." She says sharply. "As attractive as that sounds, you can't always do it, its not fair to the other party, and honestly, I don't want to spend an afternoon touching myself, blushing virgin or not!"

S'yi chuckles. "You can have a stand-in. However, if your dragon goes up, or if you catch... all you want to do is fall into bed with someone." she comments, grinning broadly at Azoa. "What I'm saying is you'll want to have sex, and then you'll wake up and barely remember it, if you do at all." And S'yi laughs at Aoriya's comments. "Exactly right.

Azoa gapes at Aoriya. Her cheeks are glowing so bright they could probably light up the whole barracks at night. "Uh- um-" Great, now she's been reduced to stuttering. "Yeah," she mumbles at S'yi's answer, tearing her eyes of Aoriya and staring down at her feet. "Um. What if you get pregnant?"

Aoriya nods at S'yi's affirmative. "See? I wouldn't want to miss it either, not the first time Omasuth chases anyway. That's part of the whole experience. Azoa ya gotta take the... aherm...." Azoa's comment about pregnancy /definately/ makes her back off now. "Um... well... there's going between... and fostering..." She suggests, really at a loss for what to do. She looks to S'yi, for here is another burning question.

S'yi nods faintly. "First thing you want to do is decide if you want kids immediately, if not, go to the healers and ask them for birth control. Easy as that." She turns to Aoriya and grins at the two blushing girls. "Yes, betweening, fostering, adoption even, and birth control."

Aoriya nods and seems to be making a mental note of this. She turns to Omasuth, looking at him again. "With that flame colored hide, he'll want to chase every green and gold he can find, just to show it off. That and the fact that he wants to rise as far up the pecking order as a brown can jump.

"Birth control." Azoa echoes that, nodding. "betweening...aborts a baby, doesn't it?" That's not a thought she's keen on and she shudders, glancing at what's visible of S'yi's son. Then Aoriya's speaking and Azz watches the other girl.

Aoriya looks up at Azoa. "Sometimes it can't be helped Azoa. If you don't know you're pregnant and you go every which way on errands and the like... or if the pregnancy's turning out really rough and its a danger to you..." A boy comes pelting to the door of the barracks, oggling at the dragons. "I'm sorry to interrupt S'yi ma'am, but Aoriya's cousin B'ton came to visit, and he says he has to hurry before he goes on errand duty for the day. He has a gift from home.

The lesson dissolves into one on one between Azoa and S'yi as Aoriya goes to meet her cousin B'ton.

Aoriya and Azoa have the mating flight lesson.

Lunchbreak!

Fri, 20 Feb 2009 21:57:47 GMT

Logfile from Aoriya.

Igen Weyr - Living Caverns(#5000RJMs)

Second only to the Hatching Sands in size -- although its walls are not so nearly circular -- the living cavern is filled with numerous tables, almost too many to count. Most bear markings by rank and Wing, though there are a couple of dozen free for anyone's use. The Weyrleaders and other ranking residents have the table farthest from the kitchen and hearths, although the hearths are kept as low-burning as possible, just enough to keep the stew pot that always hangs for late-night nibblers at a good temperature. Favored drinks, particularly iced klah and juice, are kept on ice and interspersed at various food tables scattered about, along with baskets of rolls and fruit. There are, of course, scheduled mealtimes, and at certain points of the day the available fare slides into the menu for the nearest meal, be it breakfast, lunch, dinner, or late-night snackings, but the staff has long since acknowledged that people will sit to talk and nibble here at all hours. In the cooler parts of the evening in particular, the cavern hosts games of chess, checkers, dragonpoker, and others. Several degrees are knocked off thanks to the Technician Craft's new cooling system. There are several 'places' that you can find a seat at.

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Contents:

R'by

Fantine

Food Table

Firelizards' Ledge(#9906JOae$)

Auntie Margie

Obvious exits:

Nomi's Bar <NB> Council Chamber <CC> Lower Caverns <W> Kitchen <S> Bowl <E>

Delicious and spicy aromas drift from the far wall of the Living Caverns, with the long serving table being easily discernible as the source. The long, rectangular table bears stacks of plates, napkins, bowls, and various utensils at one end, while the remainder of its length is occupied by Igen Weyr's food offerings for the day. Riders and residents flow past it in single file during the mealtime rush, or pick and choose various leftovers and snacks in between regular meals. The food served today is as follows:

R'by is relaxing in the caverns, out of the heat of the day and actually has his feet propped up on one of the tables. He's lazily watching folks wander through, occasionally nodding to one or more of them.

Aoriya is eating a sandwich, meatrolls, and bananacrisps at the lunch table. Her firelizards appear to have just finished off a meal themselves. Shida's seated in Aoriya's lap while Kujaku preens on the back of a nearby chair, and Nemu has draped herself over Aoriya's neck, seemingly asleep except for one half lidded eye.

R'by tilts his head as he watches. "Got quite the crowd there, don't you?" He's not moving, or going to put his feet down. "Aren't they starting to eat when Omasuth feeds? Or are they more picky? Fantine can be like that, she sometimes prefers human food."

Aoriya shrugs. "Half the time they eat when he does. Half the time the don't. They seem to just want what's handy. Although Kujaku seems to be an obsessive groomer. And both he and Shida tend to be /really/ full of themselves." Aoriya snorts. "Omasuth thinks they're stupid. He thinks they're funny, but he also thinks they're stupid."

R'by considers his few for a moment. "Well, they're definately not in the same class as a dragon, I'll say that much." He watches Fantine for a few more moments, where she's taken a perch to snooze. "I'd say Fanny's about the brightest and that's not saying much about mine. But she is also a treat to have most the time."

Aoriya shrugs. "Nemu usually sleeps, but she seems a lot smarter than the boys. But they're always getting on each others nerves." She shrugs. "I guess it varies based on the lizard."

Heading into the living caverns after an interesting, yet frustrating night, Farris aims straight for the kitchen area to get a tray of food. She's bundled up in her neon orange weyrling suit, with her black hair pulled up into a tight pony tail behind her. She's practically staring at her feet as she moves for a table.

R'by hmmms. "Well, they do have their own personalities, of course. That's probably what you're finding." He vaguely eyes the plate Aoryia has. "Are they serving anything worth getting up for, or should I just continue to make myself comfortable and stay here?"

Aoriya groans. "Some fancy stuff, some sandwiches, some sweets, the usual I guess." She chomps down a bite of her sandwich. "And that's probably it. Like Omasuth putting drill seargent and tease into one dragon." A pause, and her eyes blank. "You heard me! You're a tease is what you are! Merciless too!"

R'by glances around, a vague nod to those folks just answering before he smirks. "Of course he heard you. You'd have to try awful hard for him not to hear you anymore. Now, you just have to get the turns in of practice so you can ignore him when need be."

Shifting her tray on the table, Farris allows her foot to kick slightly at the floor beneath her, brows knitting together as she works the top of her juice bottle off, then starts to take a long pull from the rim. Tugging the zipper of her suit down a bit to let some air in, she pokes her fork at the plate of steamed vegetables before her, as if she was uninterested in their colorful presence.

Kathryn strides into the living caverns with the tired look of one who's been out in the heat a bit too long. A strock of redwort runs from her cheekbone down to her chin and her shirt is splattered with a nice brownish nastiness that probably doesn't encourage one to look too closely. "Ignore? It's possible to ignore them? I swear Nylaeth would just get worse if I ignored her."

Aoriya chuckles and blushes slightly. "I guess not. Omasuth's the sweetest brown on Pern, he really is." The blush deepens. "Its too bad half the world isn't as nice as he is. He's just ambitious enough to push things too far sometimes and occasionally take things to seriously."

R'by thinks about his last statement. "Well, I guess not entirely ignore them. But you learn to mostly put it to the back of your mind. Or Finbarith would have me out rescuing kittens and the like. Oh, that's because he just wants what's best for you. Never mind it's what he thinks is best, not necessarily what would be best." He then finally moves to put his feet down. "Need a seat, love?"

Kathryn smiles gratefully as she takes the offered chair. While others seem to be here for a purpose, such as lunch, Kathryn doesn't really look as if she's interested in anything more then a simple break. "Thank you, dear. Long morning." She explains as she drops with a creak into the chair. And then her attention is on the brownling. "You two are still relatively young. Give it time and you'll work out how to deal with each other. It takes a lot more then weyrlinghood to do. And every time something changes in your life, you'll have another little adjustment period." She smiles understandingly. "But it's worth every pain, right?"

Aoriya nods to Kathryn. "Speaking of which Kathryn. Can a dragonrider take two crafts at once? Omasuth saw some of the dragonhealers work on that green who sprained a wing last sevenday and he wanted to know why I was making shiny things instead of that. Something about jewelery not helping him climb the ladder. Considering the fact that I absorbed every last scrap of information in those books I borrowed as a candidate, I'm not sure whether or not I should listen to the conniving little, well, not so little now, brown sneak."

R'by leans back once more in his chair, his feet now propped up on the center spindle. "I think I've heard of one or two of the riders doing that. But not entirely sure. Fin tends to keep me busy enough, that I don't want to think about learning something new." He just watches Kathryn for a moment. "And I'm definately sure healing wouldn't be a forte of mine. Don't think I have quite the manner for it."

Kathryn chuckles affectionatly at R'by. She offers him her hand, even as she responds. "It definately takes a certain type." But it was Aoriya's question that really needed answers. "As for taking up dragonhealing, it depends on how fair you plan to go with it. It's not a craft, or at least, not recognized as such, but if you want to be anything more then an assistant to the primary healers, you have to devote a lot of time to it. We gladly train people up to grade 1 or 2 as assistants. That's only a few turns dedication and gives a few extra hands in an emergency. But.." She shrugs at this point. "Nylaeth and I have been doing it for nearly 30 plus turns now, with only a few short turns off when I was senior at Western. The rest of that time, it's what I devoted most of my day to."

fair=far

Aoriya nods. "I don't think I'll go for that just yet. Sorry Omasuth. I like making jewelery." Then to Kathryn. "I like seeing people smile when they open the box or velvet bag and see something pretty. That's actually the best part of the job. Once I've graduated and gotten my Journeywoman's knots in smithing, maybe I'll go back to try and learn."

You wander over to the large doorway and out to the bowl, entering the room...

Aoriya Kathryn and R'by have lunch together.

Going so Soon?

Fri, 20 Feb 2009 21:53:58 GMT

Igen Weyr - Living Caverns(#5000RJMs)

*Access Igen Weyr information via +igwhelp*

Contents:

Farris

Fantine

Food Table

Firelizards' Ledge(#9906JOae$)

Auntie Margie

Obvious exits:

Nomi's Bar <NB> Council Chamber <CC> Lower Caverns <W> Kitchen <S> Bowl <E>

Aoriya is sitting at lunch, working on some kind of design. "It can't be woven directly in, that will damage the structure in flight. But if I attach it it will tangle. It looks like I'll have to stretch the chain as tight across the surface as will be safe, and tack it down in places." She mutters, tutting over the diagram.

Yawn. Oh the mighty yawn. Despite the hour, J'io looks like he only just crawled out of bed as he makes his way into the living cavern, feet making small shuffles as he's guided in the direction of the food. Or more importantly, the klah. That's what's truly important. Oh yeah. There's a small pause, however, as the Weyrleader passes Aoriya, giving a little squint in her direction. "Tell me you haven't started talkin' to yourself. I mean, that ain't the healthiest thing to do..or so I hear 'n all." But with that, it's off to the klah, pouring himself a mug of it before his face gets buried in it. Mmm.

"Whatcha working on?" Farris asks Aoriya as she pauses by her table, having just arrived home from Harper Hall with a quick lesson with Alisar. The oil rubbed bronze guitar is slung over her shoulder, her hair still dyed black, and with a leather collar wrapped about her throat, dangling a chain link down towards her chest. Her wrists are bound by leather bracelets, and she has stuck about five more piercings into her right year. As J'io makes his way over, she casts her eyes towards him slightly for a moment, giving the young Weyrleader a silent dip of her head in acknowledgement.

Aoriya looks up at those who are entering. "Sorry Weyrleader, heya Farris. Omasuth and I are going over something. He wants to see if I can add something shiny to our riding straps to make them flashy. I told him that whatever it is can't be worked directly into the straps or they'll break. So I'm trying to figure out a nondangerous way to humor him." She rolls her eyes. "I've been testing how different woven designs stand up to pressure and abrasion by making a sample strand and adding weights to it, then moving it back and forth and counting how long it takes for the sample strand to break. Its good exercise for my smith stuff anyway. When I graduate I want to be able continue at the smithcraft."

J'io spends a little time with his face buried in that mug. He's drinking for the time being..and with the very dire need for the klah within. He does lower it after a while though, huffing out a long sigh of relief before looking first at Farris. "Ya know..one day your ears are just gonne /fall/ off. Or get really long or somethin' from all that weight. Heeey. Maybe you can use 'em to tie your hair back or somethin'. Wouldn't /that/ be a sight?" Do /your/ ears hang low..? He does walk back over though, stopping to lean and take a look at what Aoriya's working on as well. "Names, Aoriya. Names are /so/ nice. C'mon now, what was mine again?" Yes, this weyrleader is a tired one. "He wants../things/ hangin' off his straps?"

Zh'ae bursts into the Living Caverns loudly, eyes frantically searching for J'io. "Jurt, Juri listen to this." He looks anxious, but excited and he rushes over to whisper into J'io's ear. "....Gaus...from...Ista, that bully...in Igen." Yes, a hurried whisper, a little louder than it was meant, but you know what happens when someone attempts to keep secrets.

Raising up a brow at J'io, Farris quietly clears her throat. "I guess I will have to pierce the other side so that I can balance it out." She says as she straightens up a bit, eyes narrowed slightly in thought. Reaching into her neon orange jacket pocket, she pulls out a paperclip, then slips it into her eyebrow, where an older hole exists. "Hey Aoriya, my big brother is a Smith. If you ever need some help, I can send him your way." She says matter of factly, before watching Zh'ae burst into the room.

Aoriya nods. "J'io he's a riot. I told Omasuth its safer to have the 'things' sewn on, they don't tangle. He seems to think that if he's going to "climb the cliff" he's got to have the right sparkle on his straps." She rolls her eyes. But then Zh'ae bursts in. "Uh...." She pauses, but waits for Zh'ae and J'io to finish speaking to each other politely.

"Climb..the cliff..?" Who-what? J'io looks properly confused at that, right before he's being accosted by Zh'ae. Although he manages not to spill what's left of his klah, at least, before attempting to nudge the bluerider somewhat away from himself. He needs /room/ to digest broken and strange information. "Waaait a second. Who? Wait a second 'n repeat that, /slowly/. And breathe. Breathin' is a good thing to do, ya know?"

Zh'ae takes a few steps away from J'io and paitently waits for him to collect his mind before stating it again. "I said, Do you remember Gaus, from the candidacy at Ista, that bully who picked on...the smaller kids? Well, he's here in Igen. Thought I'd let you know."

Aoriya blinks. "A bully? I see. I'll let my little brother Kaian know, he stayed behind after the hatching to be fostered, but he has a horrible temper. And J'io, my conniving brown wants to try and work his way up the Weyr heirarchy. Only he can't always remember the correct word, so he sometimes refers to it as 'the cliff'" She says in explanation.

"A bully, huh? I'd like to see him try and pick on me. I'd beat the crap out of him." Farris says rather pointedly as she crosses her arms over her chest, giving her shoulders a shrug. Anyone who knows the Harper, and has seen her in her work out clothes, knows that her strong arms is not only fire scarred, but also quite well shaped. She could probably throw down well with most guys her age. "Is he here to -stay-?"

J'io does seem to take that information in, before reaching to clap his friend on the shoulder, nodding. "Well.. that makes sense. Wasn't he from 'ere to begin with? I think he was." Now that the bronzerider thinks about it anyway. Still, Zh'ae's given a small grin, before nodding around to the weyrlings present. "There we go.. see? Pleanty of people 'round here to set 'im straight. /However/.." It's a much sterner look given at the two weyrlings. "I won't be havin' none o' that. We got guards here for a reason, so you go on 'n let 'em know if you're havin' a problem, eh?"

Zh'ae smiles sweetly up at J'io then, the sugary sweetness of someone from a different Weyr being able to take said bully out behind the woodshed and, well, not get into trouble with Igen...Ista, different story. No diplomatic immunity at home. He shakes his head, "From Igen hold, and no. He's up here for a bit of trading. But he's trouble, so keep yer noses clean!" he admonishes the Weyrlings a little. Cause he can.

"So, if he decides to walk up and hit me first, and in self defense, I was to lets say... twist his leg up over his head and snap it in five places, that would be OK, right?" Farris asks as she obviously gets what J'io is saying, but, she still wants to hear the limitations. "Because I could call the Guards right afterwards, and having him be subdued, that way, they can lock him away properly?" A grin tugs at the ends of her lips slightly.

Aoriya rolls her eyes. "I can slug pretty hard, but I know full well to hold my punches, and I know a way to subdue him without hurting him if he attacked me." She shows off a muscle cheerfully. "Simple, twist his hands behind his back and fall on him."

J'io tilts his head somewhat at the girls' responses, and then sighs, dropping his now empty mug on the table. "Farris, I believe I just told you the option. You're a rider, the both of you, 'n beatin' the tar outta someone, whether they started it or not, don't show much 'bout how you were trained up. You represent Igen now, 'n you'd do well to keep yourselves outta fights, lest ya get grounded for doin' so."

"So pretty much if he's beating the tar out of me, it's OK to let him beat the tar out of me, if I was to not able to get away?" Farris asks with a raise of her brow upwards. "I didn't say I was going to look for a fight, I was saying in the case that I was attacked by this guy, or any other, and I had to defend myself in self defense. It is why they call it, /self defense/, in the first place." The Harper says, looking a bit irritated. "It doesn't matter who I represent, Igen or not, if some guy is stomping on my face, and I think that I may be either crippled, or killed by it, you can't expect me to sit there and take it. That wouldn't show much wisdom, it'd show a great deal of stupidity."

Zh'ae nods his head seriously. He goes quiet, arching a brow at J'io. Fighting isn't acceptable at any level, wether top or bottom of teh food chain. "Only Renegades fight amongst themselves, girls." the lad comments, knowing next to nothing about renegade society, but hey, its a 'well known fact'... right?

Aoriya nods. "I know that. Personally, if somebody's so insecure that they need violence to make them feel tough, then they're stupid and should be pitied." She grinned. "Omasuth seems to agree, and he just......" she starts to laugh. "He just said that the kid had better try, he'll hang him from someplace very high, and make sure he can't get down!!!"

J'io remains quiet for a moment, before hisfint his weight to just one foot, watching Farris with his own hint of annoyance. "Someone's coming at you with a knife, sure. I'll give you that one. However. You're dragon likely's got the sense in 'im to raise the entire Weyr if need be to come to your aid. Much more sense than you seem to have. I'm tellin' ya because ya seemed /oh/ so thrilled to get your chance to 'subdue' the rotten little wherry." His head shakes then, before he lets out a sigh, and snags his mug before heading back to refill it. "You got standards as a rider, missy. People don't go 'bout attackin' dragonriders either, unless their just plain stupid. There'd be people after 'im in less than a minute if it happened. Keep your pretty little head in check, eh? It ain't all 'bout beatin' on the other guy. It's 'bout bein' smart."

"I don't have sense?" Farris asks, gritting her teeth. "Did I deserve to be /insulted/, for asking a simple question, and trying to get a better understanding of how you want things done in /your/ Weyr?" She asks, looking obviously caught off guard by that, and easily growing tense. "Soon as we graduate, J'io, I want a transfer back to Eastern. I've already got permission from Weyrleader Hil, and Mianyi. I even got the paperwork signed, and dotted."

Aoriya looks from one to the other as though she's missed something. "I have far more sense than that J'io. I learned self defense when I was younger in Telgar, but I have never once used it against another human being. For competitions occasionally, yes, to build up muscle so I can work some of the larger tools, yes, but never, ever, ever to brawl. And now that I'm a dragonrider, I have all the more reason not to get into a fight."

J'io does offer Aoriya a small smile, although the weyrleader's normal good-humor about things is rather obviously gone. "I'm glad for that, Aoriya. Bein' able to stand on yer own is a good thing, 'n knowin' your responsibilities is a good quality." Even that smile however, is completely gone when the teenager looks at Farris again, one brow lifting ever so slightly. "You make it sound like this conversation's done all of that. Apparantly, this is somethin' you've already been plannin' on.. And for quite some time." There's a nod, however, and he sets down the pitcher of klah, moving away from the table again. "Farris, the very first thing you sid was you wanted him to try somethin' with you, so you could beat the tar outta 'im. Then mentioned breaking his leg in five places. Neither of those amount to any sort of self-defense, so yeah. If you're gonna promote ideas like that, I think it's safe to expect a bit o' insultin' to come along wi' it." He sips his klah then, as he heads for the bowl. "I'll pass the message to Sianne that there'll be another vacant weyr after graduation though."

"Well, maybe when you get to /my age/, you will understand humor. I was clearly joking, even said it with a grin on my face. Maybe I have a bit more sense than you think." Farris fires back after the retreating Weyr leader, rolling her shoulder a bit backwards, defensively, her posture tight, and tense, like a coiled snake. "See you later." With a look to Aoriya, her posture practically demands she doesn't speak up against her.

Aoriya stares at Farris. "Farris, are you sure you want to go? I'll miss you. And that two timing boyfriend of yours..... he's at Eastern still right? Isn't going back there a bad idea? Haven't you grown attached to this place at all?" She asks incredulously.

"The only thing I've grown attached to is the sweat making my clothes stick to my body." Farris says as she starts off, shifting the weight of her guitar against her back as she aims for the back caverns. "Bye." She says in a rather teeth gritted tone as she curls and uncurls her fingers reflexively at her side.

Aoriya sits in her seat, looking down at the diagram forlornly. She makes a note, then she drops the writing tool and just stares at it, then looks up to watch Farris leave.

[DTU/Project] Omasuth projects to Sarkith . o O ( <<You and yours are leaving? Why?>> The fire crackles sadly in the forested night. <<Don't you like this place?>> )

[DTU/Project] Omasuth senses that Sarkith tests.

[DTU/Project] Sarkith projects to Omasuth . o O ( A proud guitar solo makes its way through the darkness of Sarkith's mind, beating with a heavy pulse of red drum line. <> )

[DTU/Project] Omasuth projects to Sarkith . o O ( <<Yes, but she speaks of staying there! I want to see Aoriya's home too, but we live here. She will visit her home after she graduates, but until then she wishes to remain. But you won't stay?>> )

[DTU/Project] Sarkith projects to Omasuth . o O ( The Beating heart continues to pulse away in the darkness, flashes of red, followed by a chime of cymbols. << It is too hot here. >> He complains. << She is not happy, at all. She despises this place, so, I wish to see her happy. She loves her family and I can not wait to meet them. I will miss you though, brother. >> )

[DTU/Project] Omasuth projects to Sarkith . o O ( And I you as well. But.... mine seems to have grown somewhat attached. She will miss yours. Still, there is much to do here. )

Sarkith and Farris leave for Eastern.

Regal Green, chase Reonth!

Fri, 20 Feb 2009 21:51:21 GMT

Ierne Weyrhold - Main Beach(#825RJs)

A long curving beach, the sand yellowish brown, facing eastward along the Great Bay coast. Off on the horizon, far in the distance, can be seen the cliffs of Southern Hold, on the opposite side.

The beach curves north-northeast, and south-southeast, stretching both directions quite a distance, while gentle waves lap in from the bay to the east. Far beyond the hide-tide mark, at the forest's edge, the cobbled stones of the road lead west toward Ierne.

Beyond the high tide line, there are 'weyrs' found here.

Contents:

Reonth

Sarkith

Farris

L'ren

Eledath(#5982OVapq$)

Jade

Luminous

Obvious exits:

Water <e> South Beach <s> North Beach <n> WeyrHold <w>

You swing down from Omasuth's neck.

L'ren is relaxing on the beach, nose buried in a book with a colourful cover. Not too far off is Reonth, the ocean green sunning herself and snoring quietly. If she was any smaller, the sound may be comparable to that of a kitten purring, but with her size comes volume. Somehow, L'ren doesn't notice, though he has lived with the snoring for nearly three decades now.

Having needed a 'break' away from the hot, Igen desert, Sarkith makes his way towards the beach with an easy gallop in the sky, landing upon the warm sand near the water with a graceful backwing. As the Harper climbs off his neck, she gives her arms a stretch, letting out a heavy breath. "Fff... I'm glad to get away. I'm so.. errgh." The Blue glances down at his rider with a look of understanding, puffing out a breath as well, before head bumping her gently. His attention though, gets caught by the sight of the glowing green in the distance, and a quiet hum rumbles in his throat as his eyes whirl pleasantly, tail swaying side, to side.

Aoriya has been let loose from errands for the day, and so she and her brown Omasuth, having never seen Ierne before in their young lives, come padding from the opposite direction as Farris. Omasuth, deciding that this part of the beach is perfect to lie down on, is about to flop on the sand when he spots the green and warbles happily. Aoriya looks up from her tracks in the sand and blinks and... "oh great. Alright, fine. You've wanted to chase something for awhile now, go right ahead." She pads along beside her brown, who is trying to look as though he's not conniving anything in the world, "Forget it, with hide as bright as yours Oma, you'd stick out in a crowd of browns."

L'ren lowers his book briefly to poke at Reonth with a long stick. "Oy, you're snoring again." he points out, though Reonth seems too deep a sleeper -- or just too stubborn -- to notice. L'ren chuckles to himself, and shakes his head in amusement. "Wouldn't want you any other way." Except, perhaps, less female might be nice. He seems oblivious to her glow at the moment, though it's unclear whether he's deliberately ignoring it, or it just doesn't register. Now, he becomes aware of others on the beach, frowning as first Sarkith, and then Omasuth, show an interest in Reonth. "Ree... Is there something you're not telling me?" the man jokes, in a falsely suspicious tone.

Squinting her eyes at the Blue, Farris studies him for a moment as he slinks through the bright grains of sand, trying to keep his attention upon the Green subtle, though, he can't help but give a flutter of wings, puffing himself out a bit. If she does wake up, at least she can see how wonderfully oiled he is! He carries quite a beautiful frost tipped blue about him, wrapping around his small, yet well muscled posture. The Harper shoulders the small bag she was carrying, making her way along the beach, spying the Green rider. She opens her mouth to say something, but the sight of Omasuth in the sky causes her to tense up visibly. Great, she just can't get away from 'home', can she? "Hey, Aoriya." She says, changing tones, and posture a bit as she runs a hand back through her dark, painted hair.

Aoriya rolls her eyes as she gets within earshot of L'ren. "Don't mind Omasuth, he's just overly friendly. And neither of us have been to Ierne before, so when we got cut loose from errands for the day I wanted to come down here to have a peek." Omasuth is peering at Reonth, turning his head sideways curiously. His wings are half coiled and he's crouched, though one eyelid opening more than the other seems to indicate a sidelong glance. "Mister flamehead here wants to know what that thing is in your hand." She indicates the book. "Actually, what are you reading? Whoever had my weyr before I got it left a lot of books behind, but I haven't gotten to read most of them yet. Except the smithing ones." She adds.

L'ren glances from Sarkith to Omasuth, then smiles. "I think you're both a week early." he comments idly, though he has to know how close Reonth is, right? Well, maybe. He nods briefly to Farris, and then to Aoriya in the other direction. "Ierne's greetings." he responds automatically, "Is this your first visit?" he's noticed their weyrling knots by now, raising an eyebrow and smiling at Farris' harper knot, bearing the knot of a journeyman of that craft himself. As for the book, well, here his tone amps up a bit, books are a subject he's passionate about. "Children's fables, teaching morals and that sort of thing. Usually my reading material is more .. factual, but I just felt like something a little more 'fun' today." Yet, he doesn't question why he felt like a change.

[DTU/Project] Omasuth projects to Sarkith and Reonth . o O ( The flames waver curiously as the brown speaks to his brother, whispering gleefully. <<Brother! It is a woman! Or... a green. And it glows!>> )

A little nerve above Aoriya's eye twitches. "Omasuth will flirt with anything green or gold, it doesn't matter if she's proddy or not. He loves showing off." She reaches up to stroke the brown neck affectionately. "You should see him with our classmates, Neyuni and gold Zuhth. He's a conniving little imp." She peers at the book. "Fables huh. I'm not too good at writing. That's Farris' forte. Now jewelery. That's something I can do. Or fireworks. My dad was going to teach me, but then I got Searched. I want to go back to the smithhall for lessons when I graduate. And yes, its my first time here." She smiles her usual ear to ear grin. "Aoriya, brown Omasuth's of Igen."

"Igen's Greetings." Farris says with a nod of her head towards L'ren, studying his knot as well, giving him a warmer smile upon her face than she typically reserves for most people. Smoothing down her shirt a bit, she flops down at his side rather ceremoniously. "I just came here for the water to be honest. Though Sarkith on the other hand, seems to have his attention caught. Your lady is pretty, he says." She looks amused for a moment, running a fingerless gloved hand back through her hair. "I've seen you 'round the Hall a few times I think. You're the guy who's really into history, right? I think I've seen you around the archives when I was doing some research a few days ago on a particular story." Sarkith continues to gently make his way over, almost shyly, despite an inkling of bravado about him. He gives a long look towards his brother, sizing him up as if he was a big piece of brown competition. With a flare of his wings again, he makes it known, /his/ lady.

L'ren eyes Reonth sharply, despite the green still giving every outward appearance of still being asleep - right down to the snoring. "No, I don't think there is dragon-sized jewelery. Besides, with the amount of time you spend in the ocean? It'll rust. And NO, no fireworks /either/." Though, her cover blown now, Reonth ceases her snoring and opens an eye. "Er, sorry about that, Reonth is ... curious." he says to Aoriya, then nods to Farris. "I've been working hard lately, looking up this or that. I'm working on a book of sorts, on the history of Pern, specifically since thread was eliminated." he states, with a shrug. "Some people still remember stories that have been passed down, and I need to get as much of it as I can, for future generations."

This just won't do! His brother is handsome yes, but he's a shrimp! The green must have a manly dragon, bright and vivid in hue! A low, husky rumble escapes Omasuth's throat as the brown gracefully curls his neck upwards into an arch, his wings rolling gracefully upwards into two curved sails. He does not need to puff like a sparrow, he has all the charm he needs, suave, sophisticated, a snappy dresser. Aoriya ignores him, a little, one eye flicks to his preening every so often. "Dear, don't let your head inflate, you might float away instead of fly." Then to L'ren. "you should ask my grandmother or grandfather. My family became smiths, and most of us remained so, starting from the elimenation of thread onwards. They might have some interesting stories to tell."

As the Green opens up an eye, Sarkith makes it a point to try and look dashing, giving himself a long stretch outwards. He may be small, but he is hardly a shrimp! He gives a low croon towards her, a soft 'good morning' upon her wakening. Glancing around, he leans over to pluck up a bit of wild flowers from a thatch of grass tucked along the shoreline, then ambles over to give it as an offering. <> His voice is like that of guitar solos, coupled with drum rolls. Farris gives a distracted smile to L'ren as she shoots her life mate a quick look, before saying. ".. I could tell you a story about my great grandfather, who died in the last thread fall. He was also the last rider in our family until my brother impressed Bronze a few turns ago."

Aoriya rolls her eyes, but watches simply as Omasuth croons as well. No flowers for him, but the glint of something in the waves catches his attention. The brown pads in its direction, and finds a bright spiral shell the size of Aoriya's double fist. His movements have to be delicate, his muzzle dwarfs the object, which could easily be crushed, or, gasp, swallowed, by accident! He drops this next to Sarkith's offering, and then bows politely to Reonth. Passionate, graceful campfire flames twinkle upwards towards the stars. A protective blue cloak flapping aside with the glint of metal beneath. <<Indeed, I am exceedingly sorry to wake you. My apologies. You seemed as bright as the ocean itself, and I could not help but be drawn to the spot. An ocean jewel, for the ocean's daughter.>> he nudges the shell gently.

Reonth snorts at the males, turning her head to face the ocean instead. Much better view. "Ree... Be nice." L'ren frowns at the glowing green, shaking his head and blinking. "Huh..." he comments in mild shock, turning away from the dragon for a moment. "I ..." he seems somewhat distracted, though he's still trying to hold some kind of a conversation. "I'd like that... To talk to people who, were... Remember things... I..." Making sense, he isn't. "It's interesting, how dragonriding sometimes runs in a family, sometimes doesn't. My family have been riders for ... a long time. I traced our line back to one of Telgar's fifth turn 'leaders once. Maybe... Telgar Weyr born and impressed." Is this relevant? He has no idea.

Hardly insulted, Sarkith continues to quietly watch the Green as he settles down upon his haunches in a slow, easy manner. Giving a husky chuff towards her, he continues to stare with loving, whirling eyes which turn to a nice lovely shade of violet. Farris stares at her knees for a moment, before leaning in to give L'ren a gentle nudge with her shoulder. "My blood line has always been in Eastern. My mother.. had a family tree chronicled that went back at least a hundred and fifty turns. I can tell you about Ivan's story one day if you want, and hear about the battles of threadfall." She slinks a hand out gently to brush against his, instinctively, as if she was not aware of the motion herself.

Aoriya is slightly less distracted, eyes on the display of affection her brown is showing. She glances at Farris, then at L'ren, scooching closer. Her eyes turn to the water. "I have a blue and a greenrider in my family." She says distractedly. "My family always goes back to Telgar, we're drawn there, but once a generation, one of us seems to be Searched, and impresses. My uncle, to blue, my cousin, to green. My brother stood with me, but didn't make it." She does indeed seem nervous, even if her brown isn't. Her gaze is vacant, though her eyes aimed sidelong at the greenrider. If anything she seems shyer, far shyer, than Farris. Omasuth snorts softly, extending an inquisitive muzzle towards the lady, his eyes whirl slowly from blue to amathyst, and he turns his eyes to the sky, his snort becoming a low growl and then to a croon as he regards Reonth courteously.

L'ren does add, "Though I was the first in a very long time to impress a female dragon... Generations. My parents, brown, blue. Grandparents... Actually, my mother, not from a rider family. Father though, blue bronze there... Five... Six? Generations, no female..." he looks vacantly at Reonth now, smiling to himself. "She ..." he begins, but is thoroughly distracted as Farris leans in, brushes her hand against his. He stares at his hand, a blush forming on his cheeks. "Reonth..." is all L'ren can manage, the green warbling at her rider in response, then flexing her wings. One must stretch before this sort of thing. Yes. It isn't yet time to flee... Soon, though, very soon.

Aoriya finally leans as well. If Farris is doing it and its alright, she simply leans her back to L'ren's, looking up at the sky. Omasuth stretches, neck, arms, legs, tail, wings. He cranes his head upwards. The sky inviting to him. "There's a story there...... yes Omasuth. I am proud, of you, and us." She simply looks up at the bowl that archs above her.

Sliding her hand fully into L'ren's, Farris gives it a gentle squeeze as her warm palm presses to his. Farris leans into his shoulder a bit, eyes half lidded slightly as she lets out a sigh, as if day dreaming a bit from the conversation. ".. Mm." She murmurs, though it is barely incoherent as Sarkith continues to stalk along near by Reonth, wings giving a flutter as he makes a gentle crooning noise in his throat, as if he was happy to just be in her shadow. Within the mind of the Green, the Blue passes on a gentle power ballad of guitars, drums, and violins which sing through the darkness of his dream scape, telling a tale of blues, and greens tangled within each other, soaring about tropical skies.

L'ren is still slightly coherent, his mind absently connecting Aoriya's word, 'story', with the book of children's fables, which he looks at absently. Reonth arches her neck, looking out to sea. She shares with her would-be chasers a tale of her own, of a single green spark, soaring out to sea, plummeting into the waves. Overwhelming joy, to be one with the ocean would be magnificent! ... But, there's a tiny figure way back on the beach in her mind, and this figure holds her back, won't let her drown herself in water. Why? Why won't he let her? The water, it calls to her... Reonth roars defiantly, her mindscape dissolving, as she longs to take flight. << Let me go, I want to go, let me go! >> "No." whispers L'ren, "Fly high, far above the water."

Aoriya's movements are shy, her eyes flutter closed as if asleep. Omasuth stays still, wings half spread, and his throat rumbles like low, husky thunder. The fires of his mind begin to grow, crackling sharply as they gain strength. A thick blue cloak flutters within the flames, protecting his mind from their heat perhaps, and open to let the green in. "Omasuth....." Aoriya husks simply. "Fare well in your chase...... rise to the top as I promised you you would, and don't come down for a long while....... I will be here to welcome you when you return....... however you have done........" <<My skin will shine like flame, though I do not glow, and I will streak across the sky after the green star...... chasing the falling lights, and on into the shadows......>> The rich mental baritone of his voice rumbles. <<Never fear...... I shall return soon.>> And she knows he will, her mind falling into his to guide him in his chase.

No need from poetry from Farris, or Sarkith. The dragon seems like he's ready to blaze upwards into the sky any moment now, tense, and eager as he keeps his wings loosened up, giving a gentle croon towards the Green. She can end this all right now. No need to chase, to make them both tired. He continues his subtle song of spiraling colors as the greens, and blues bleed into each other, turning, and twisting into a playful knot. Farris gives L'ren's hand another gentle tug as she softly sighs against his shoulder, her breath falling along the back of his neck as she murmurs a soft whisper. ".. I'll catch you." She says with a hint of innocent courage tucked behind her voice.

L'ren leans into Aoriya and Farris, drawing strength from the close physical contact, strength he'll need to keep Reonth from doing a nosedive into the ocean as she so desperately wants. << The water, I need it, I must, let me go, the water! >> she repeats, her mental image that of a storm over troubled waters, dark and forbidding, dangerous, chaotic. L'ren fights back with memories, of their first flight, the glory of the sky, the feel of the wind... "This," he murmurs, "This is what you want, what you need. Don't fight it, go with it, take flight..." his voice is getting rougher now as he struggles to keep his attention on Reonth. He's so distracted, feeling Reonth's urges as his own, but while a cold shower might help the rider, Reonth's own needs must be met through flight. Finally, Reonth takes flight, heading straight up, and L'ren can relax, huddled in the sand with his knees drawn up to his chest, gripping Farris' hand tightly. "Fly... high..."

Omasuth roars and shoots upwards after Reonth. His eyes blaze with amathyst fire, and his mind crackles with heat. "I will follow you Omasuth...... and push you to the top." Aoriya says softly. His wings pump good and long, the bright colors propelling him rapidly into the blue like a meteor that is flying backwards. <<Bright as a star, flame just as bright....... I will follow you...... on into the night.....>> Another roar, distant and close to Aoriya's ears and all talk is bathed in flame.

Rushing upwards into the sky after the beautiful emerald lady is Sarkith, allowing his wings to unfold and catch the warm thermals. For a small guy, he can sure outmuscle the winds as he storms his way in pursuit. Biting on her bottom lip, Farris tenses up and squeezes L'ren's hand back tighter as she leans into him more, sliding her free arm around his side to pull him a bit closer. She can hear the loud roar of Sarkith up in the skies as he follows afterwards in a hungry pursuit, feeling him rush through the pit of her stomach, up into her heart. ".. faster... have to fly harder.." She whispers, practically soaking up the warmth of the Green rider as her fingers curl into his shirt tightly, taking a strong grip. The song which was once gentle, is now practically in a full blown orchestra of powerful guitars, and drum machines, each pound as heavy as the sound of his heart.

Reonth is taking her rider's direction to heart, flying straight up. "Fly high.. water bad.. fly high.. water bad..." L'ren murmurs, over and over, barely audible. The book of children's fables falls to the sand, forgotten. << ... fly high ... water bad ... >> Reonth repeats after her rider, though she lacks the stamina to go much further. She has no other desire than to get away, not yet... Not yet... But, in the end, she falters, and slips backwards, downwards, into the waiting embrace of the blue, Sarkith. L'ren simply murmurs, "sorry," though he doesn't actually give any indication of who he's speaking to. And then, the harper is gone, L'ren is one with Reonth.

Omasuth and Sarkith chase Reonth, Sarkith wins.

Smelted Down!

Fri, 20 Feb 2009 21:46:09 GMT

Aoriya has had to tie her stallion down several paces away and walk over to Omasuth. "Now listen you. A good stallion like him is an investment! And my dad spent six whole marks on him, so he's /not/ a snack!" She sits down on a rock and continues working on her previous project, a link of several copper chainlinks that make a fine mesh, slowly taking the shape of a choker.

Titus comes walking out of the living cavern and has a small green firelizard in his hand. It's glistens in the sunlight and chirrups happily. It's a rare moment that the firelizard is not sleeping or screeching to be fed.(re)

Honbrie skips into the central bowl with a box in her hands. She does stop though as there are others here in the bowl that would give stares. A little giggle as the box is nicely wrapped, "I know what this is!" singing the words. Her feet take her on but first notices Aoriya but then the sight of Titus has her running, "Guess what dad sent me? I bet you it is another hat!" squealing in delight. "Hello!!" to Aoriya.

Titus smiles at Honbrie, "Hello Honbrie. I bet it's another hat too. I wonder what this one will look like." He smiles at Aoriya, "So what are you working on?" He pets the small firelizard in his hand.

Aoriya looks up at Honbrie. "Hi!" She squirms slightly in place. "Omasuth! You can't eat him! He's got marks between his legs! That means /money!/ Ya goose!" She yells at Omasuth. "Runnerbeast no eatey."

Honbrie chuckles as she listens to Aoriya's words, but to Titus, "I'll let you open it? I'll take..." pointing at the firelizard. "And then you can open it for me? Wear it?" She puts down the box, "Having a bit of trouble there Aoriya?"

Titus hmms a little bit as he looks down, "I don't know if Nova would be okay with that. She might bit you, she's not used to anyone else holding her." He hmms, "It's your hat you should wear it, I'm sure I've gotta bigger hat size then you."

Aoriya sighs as she looks over at the other two. "You might say that. My dad bought me a breeding stallion, show type, excellent coloring and conformation. But Omasuth thinks he's a lunch stallion." A look at the green firelizard. And suddenly the terrible trio is winging out of between, landing on Omasuth's head. A bronze firelizard, a blue firelizard, and a green firelizard.

Honbrie nods then bends down to open the box, "Well I think this may be your size!" She shows him after putting it on her head, "See a bit too big for me." she giggles at the dragon, "Oh my Aoriya! Well perhaps is there a way to keep the two separate? Is there place in the stables to keep him?"

Titus ahs a little bit, "I don't know much about runners, except how to shoe them." He hmms, "Maybe put some dragon repellent around the horse?" He chuckles a little bit, "So I see." He bows his head down, "Here put it on me."

Aoriya nods. "Yes, I put him in the local stables. But when I bring him out for exercise or riding Omasuth either gets jealous or wants to know when dinner is. I'll just outsmart him. I wouldn't be a good dragonrider if I couldn't keep my lifemate from eating one single runner." She says cheerfully. "Titus, could you teach me how to make shoes for him?" Aoriya asks hopefully.

Titus nods a little bit, "Quite a problem. Couldn't you just guilt him into behaving? Saying you would be so very sad if the runner got eaten?" He asks and nods, "Sure, it's not that hard."

Honbrie puts the hat on Titus' head but also plants a kiss on his cheek, "There you go!" She settles herself down, nodding to Aoriya, "Is there dragon repellent?" She picks up the box before looking at Nova.

Aoriya grins as she adds another link to her chain. "I will... trust me. I've got a list of tactics to try. B'ton, my cousin, had a runner up at Telgar that he'd had since before he got Searched. Black Socks he calls him. A geldling that's so sturdy of foot the earth could shake and he'd still be standing. And B'ton kept his green from eating ole' socks for turns! The ole fellow finally had to be put down, and B'ton wouldn't even let his poor lifemate take a lick."

Titus smiles at Honbrie and his cheeks blush from the kiss, "Thank you Honbrie." He smiles, "I'm sure you have the situation well under control."

Honbrie moves to stand beside Titus as she listens to Aoriya, leaning her arm against his, "How did he stop his dragon from doing that?" She furrows her brows, "I would think you can just tell your lifemate no?"

Aoriya chuckles. "There're a few tricks about it." She says cheerfully. "First of all, if you don't think about it, your dragon won't. So if you put him out of sight and out of mind, the dragon won't think 'lunch!'" She rolls her eyes. "Then too, you can get creative! No no no no no is good, but it gets a little repetitive."

Titus nods a little bit and smiles, "Maybe that's a class they should teach in weyrlinghood, how to trick your dragon so you can do what you want."

Honbrie giggles and nods vigorously. "I think you're right! Maybe you can lead the class Aoriya?" She peers at the rider's lifemate. "Why must you be jealous of a runner? He is not as wonderful as you are? You are loved and wanted by her in a way that she cannot feel for a runner."

Omasuth snorts and sticks his nose in the air. "Omasuth thinks I shouldn't be wasting my time with an inferior beast." Aoriya giggles. "His words exactly. Oma, dear, think of him as marks with hoooves. You like marks right? It puts pretties on your lifemate's neck."

Titus chuckles a little bit, "Yah just think of all the other tasty runners that your lifemate can by you if you let this one live." He gently pets the back of the firelizard's neck.

Honbrie giggles softly as she listens to the two talk to the dragon in hopes of keeping the runner alive, "There must be a way though to convince him. I'm sure this trouble comes up for many riders."

Aoriya nods. "It does. And the simple solution is to give the dragon one more pat on the back than you do the runner." She reaches up for Omasuth, the brown leans down to have his muzzle rubbed. "Omasuth, dear... lovely the runner was a gift from my father. When a mare rises and the stallion gives chase it will sire another runner, and thus create a runner that, when it grows up, will sell for many many more marks. There were racing runners in that stable, and that one is a show type. That makes them sleeker and prettier, and worth more. Therefore, you see why I have to keep him, and why you can't eat him." The dragon snorts, and seems to aquiese to this.

Titus smiles, "Well I'm glad that's settled then. I would hate to see a lovely animal get eaten by an even handsomer one."

Honbrie agrees with that, "And now he is a wiser and more dignified one that he is letting his lifemate have an animal that will bring more marks in the future. Perhaps the runner's young be named after Omasuth in variation to honor the dragon?"

Omasuth growls and preens, making a show of his fiery hide. Yes, that had better be it. "Oh, oh you change your tune right quick. Yer a silly lill brown. You know that?" Aoriya giggles. "Omasuth you're silly. He's willing to suffer, he says, if it will put pretty clothes on my back. He just wants to remind me.... OMASUTH!!!" Aoriya flushed. She turned to face the other two, face twitching. "He just said that this'd better not get in the way... of his chasing Neyuni's Zuhth when she rises!" Redder and redder, as crimson as the rose turns Aoriya. "Just goes to show where /his/ mind is. Women, clothes, rank and file, challenge and... hey are you listening you brown behemoth??"

Titus nods in agreement with Honbrie and he turns around so not as to embarrass Aoriya when she makes her announcements of what the dragon said. "Well at least he's not thinking about lunch any more.

Honbrie clamps her mouth shut a moment, turning to speak to Titus. "That's a bit better. Often isn't that how it works. Men think about sex, sleep, work, and food?" teasing him.

Aoriya groans. "I need to put this brown straight. He needs to learn how to be nice to a woman, and that if he keeps making open overtures she's going to get flamed down?" She demands of Omasuth. The brown cowers. "Come on. Forget the stallion. But you know, the two of you have a lot in common.

Aoriya gets a breeding runner, Smelted. Omasuth wants to know when's lunch.

Mischief of Long Ago

Fri, 20 Feb 2009 21:31:46 GMT

Igen Weyr - Living Caverns(#5000RJMs)

*Access Igen Weyr information via +igwhelp*

Contents:

Candia

Fantine

Food Table

Firelizards' Ledge(#9906JOae$)

Auntie Margie

Obvious exits:

Nomi's Bar <NB> Council Chamber <CC> Lower Caverns <W> Kitchen <S> Bowl <E>

Aoriya is making her way through a plate of sausage and kheer. "I still say that one's not worth chasing after Omasuth." She was saying to her dragon through her full mouth. She gulped. "Her rider's a snot even if she's nice. The only time that one /isn't/ mean is when she's proddy. Otherwise..." Aoriya shudders and takes another bite.

Candia comes into the caverns, looking around. She's got a little green on her shoulder, tail curled around her neck. She goes over to the serving table, and gets a glass of chilled water, then looks around for an open seat, going to where Aoriya sits. She can't help overhearing the rider's half of the conversation, but doesn't say anything. "Hi. Mind if I join you?

Aoriya shakes her head. "No trouble, if you don't mind a brown weyrling with an oggly dragon in her head eating with ya." She munches more food. "Nice firelizard. I've got my three, and they're more than enough." As if to illustrate her point, Shida, the sky blue, pops in, lands on Aoriya's shoulder, and promptly sticks his nose in the air. Nemu, the little green, lands on the other shoulder and promptly falls asleep, and Kujaku, the bronze, takes a seat boldly in Aoriya's lap and starts to preen and posture himself in front of Candia, as if trying to show her that /he/ was perfect, and certainly prettier than the other two.

Candia giggles. "I grew up at a weyr, believe me, I'm used to it." She can't help grinning down at the fire lizards. "They're quite the lovely little fair." She settles down. "My name's Candia.

Aoriya nods and works on her meal, chewing mouthfuls brought around the bronze preening himself in her lap and getting annoyed that Candia's not looking at him. "Omasuth's my brown then. I"m Aoriya. And I /swear/ he's making a list of greens he wants to chase when they go up."

Candia giggles. "Oh? Sounds like he's definitely got an agenda. Who are some of the greens he's interested in?

Aoriya scratches her head. "A lot that I'm not familiar with. I'm still a Weyrling, and I wasn't born at Igen. Telgar smithcraft. But Omasuth's a conniving little thing. Well, not so little anymore. He's been flirting with Zuhth, the queen from our clutch, almost every time he sees her. Or trying to. And one time, I didn't want to take one particular project around the Weyr that needed extra hands. He kept making sly remarks about my being a shrimp, or weak, or a skeerdy feline, until I finally got tired of it and helped."

Candia giggles. "I was actually curious if he was interested in Yxelth. Jei's my sister, and frankly, it kind of tickles me thinking about her dragon being caught by one with a female rider, she's been so into the boys all her life.

Aoriya flushes a deep, deep, deep red. "Oh, oh oh... Jei's your sister? Umm.... well.... he kinda talks to her......" She pauses, eyes going unfocused. "Yxelth doesn't pay him enough attention he says. He likes Zuhth because she at least watches when he pulls a stu... a stunt! You silly goon! You know the Weyrlingstaff isn't going to like you if you pull a stunt of any kind you big brown goose!"

Candia notices the blush, and the significance of it being at the mention of her sister isn't lost. "Yxelth's probably influenced by Jei. Honestly, I can't ever imagine her with another woman." She shakes her head, and smiles reassuringly at the younger woman. "Want to talk about it?

Aoriya looks offended. "I didn't mean I had a crush on anybody! Honest I don't! That's part of why Omasuth's looking around so... er... diligently.... he wants to play /matchmaker./" She snorts. "I don't know why he's being so... insistant."

Candia giggles. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to assume. Anyway, he's probably as interested for himself as he is for you. How old are the hatchlings again

Omasuth> Omasuth(#4596OVapq)

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A fire begins at the tip of this dragon's muzzle. Bright yellow slices in rivers across the length of a shapely snout, backed on burning wood beneath it. Charred lands stretch upward and over defined eyeridges and headknobs, that splotch of night diving down the back of a thick neck as it fades. Beneath the steady whirl of faceted eyes, those brighter streaks extend, fanning downward and into a nearly blinding flash of white-hot heat at the curve of his chest, before that light finally drops back, swept away on the slender frame. He is a lanky creature, thin in places, yet there is a perfection about his stucture, each piece flowing right into the next. Hues of brown peek out, deep chocolate dribbling down across the forearms. As talons appear, however, more fire licks upward, curling about in whisps around each paw. Billowing wings remain in the darkness, each sail a mixture of ruddy clay and mud, swirling ever so delicately on the membranes. Haunches bulge with their musculature, rippling waves of deep sienna trickling their way down and over a slight rise, before crashing down the length of an overly long tail tipped with a drop of crackling fire.

About Omasuth's shoulders rest a set of standard issue weyrling straps. Dyed a nondescript grey, they seem to have seen better days but are only intended for use until the young dragon stops growing so rapidly.

Omasuth is 1 Turn, 7 months, and 11 days, with a length of 31.10 meters, and a wingspan of 51.83 meters.

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<*> Omasuth was looked at by Omasuth. <*>

Aoriya counts mentally for a moment. "One turn and seven months. I'm just waiting for graduation. He's already fully grown. Long in the wing too. He'll be a pretty good glider." She says proudly. "I've seen him go for high speed too. He loves the currents above the desert because they're so strong. The heat gives him height and speed."

Candia nods, grinning. "Well, that definitely means he's the right age to be noticing the greens and golds." She sighs. "I don't know if I'd even want to impress. There's too much to see on Pern, I don't think I'd want to be tied to one place for two turns.

Aoriya shrugs. "I'm going to see if I can go back to the smithcraft soon and finish my apprenticeship. Omasuth may not see the use of jewelry, but I like what I was doing. I just thought that having a friend along for life's journey would be a good thing. And you don't get asked for Search every day."

Candia nods, shrugging. "True. At least it's not like Ma or Da would be pushing me to go if I am searched. I mean, sure they're both riders, but neither of them want to do anything to push me in a direction I don't want to go."

Aoriya sighs as appearantly a helpful Omasuth comment comes into her mind. "Brown fluffball." She mutters. "Only fluff in his skull it would seem. He wants to know why I want to leave." She grumbles. "I'll explain that to him later." She munches her previously abandoned plate. One bronze Kujaku, meanwhile, had decided that since the two women aren't looking at him, he'll try to make them. He alights on the table and /struts/, not realizing that that's rude. An arch of his head one way juuuust so, a curve of the spine there, and a wing half lifted. Isn't he gorgeous? "Kujaku? Off!" Aoriya says sharply to the bronze. Fuming, the firelizard gives a sharp squawk and sails over to the hearth. "Attention hog."

Candia giggles as she reaches up and skritches at the sleeping little green on her shoulder. "Aren't all Bronzes, regardless of their size?" Of course, her father's a Bronzerider, so she's got some experience in this area. "Still, he's a good looking little guy at that. "

Aoriya rolls her eyes at Candia. "Not all Bronzes, Omasuth says that there's this one bronze that always sleeps alone out in the sun. And there's a darker bronze one that hangs back from the others too." She shrugs. "As for firelizards, I've seen far more mild mannered bronzes. Kujaku's just too concieted."

Candia grins. She's seated at a table with Aoriya, the two young women talking quietly.

Hey, not /all/ bronzes like attention. Ytroth is more prone to snapping in the face of a person that might look at him too long, or in some odd way that only he can imagine. J'io, on the other hand..well. He enjoys attention of the good kind, at least, and the Weyrleader pauses as he wanders through the living cavern, blinking at the conversation between the girl-types. "Wait, who's good-lookin'?" Hey, he has a gift of hearing only part of a conversation. Why not make it the best part? "How you both doin' today, eh? Pretty fine one, I'll tell ya, though it's gettin' a mite hot out. I don' know that I'm ever gonna get used to this kinda weather, but eh, good ol' fashioned sweatin' can't be all that bad for ya. My pop, now /there's/ a sweatin' machine.." Blink. He pauses then, apparantly noticing his own talking. "Oh. Uh, that's right, kinda got away with myself, how're you two doin'?" He'll just have to ask the question again..in case they forgot.

Aoriya chuckles amusedly. "Fine Weyrleader. And we were talking about /that/ scamp." she points to her bronze firelizard sitting on the ledge above the hearth. Kujaku squeaks now that there's a new person to preen for and drops his huffing and fluffing and strikes a pose again for the Weyrleader. See? He's pretty, surely the Weyrleader would think so? Right? "Yes, he's striking a pose. He's even vainer than my /other/ male firelizard, blue Shida." She indicates the now bored blue firelizard flopped over her shoulder. He offers the Weyrleader a sharp, formal chirp and then turns up his nose. Nemu, the green, opens one eye and chirps a soft reprimand. Not lazy, just quiet. "You know their personalities, but I don't think Candia's seen how these three wherries act yet."

Candia giggles. "At least they have personalities. Luminous is still so young that all she does is eat and sleep. I honestly can't wait for her to develop one." She scritches the sleeping green who still lays curled up on her shoulder.

J'io just lifts a brow for a moment, arms folding across his chest as he takes to leaning against the table. "Heh, mine keep to themselves pretty darn well. Which is good, cuz I don' think I could take the noise 'n all." Though really, all that primping and posing doesn't get a look at all from the bronzerider. He's come to tune the little things out over time.

Aoriya rolls her eyes. "Mine come to me when I go eat and when I go to bed, otherwise they keep to themselves unless they need something from me." Aoriya explains. Aoriya adds as well, suddenly. "Weyrleader, pardon me, Omasuth says the Weyrlingmaster has an errand for me. I have to go."

Candia nods, and suddenly stands up as well. "I'm sorry too. I have to run. Nature calls.

Aoriya is almost ready to graduate. Omasuth has an agenda.

Trouble from Long Ago

Fri, 20 Feb 2009 19:52:10 GMT

Igen Weyr - Weyrling Training Fields(#1747RJLas$)

Here, along the large, flat expanse of the northern bowl's edge, sand, dust, and yellow, weedy grass have been worn and pounded by the constant tread of weyrling pairs. Probably a good ten or twenty dragonlengths wide and almost twice as long, this large field has been the training place and testing ground for weyrlings for ages. The grass has been worn, trampled down in places where the weyrlings have practiced their drill formations, or smoothed away by the scratchings of itchy young dragons. Off to the north, the grass gives way to sand again in a wide beach, the water of the lake rippling invitingly. To the east, a wide opening in the wall of the bowl leads to the weyrling barracks. Located nearest the barracks lie the staff weyrs belonging to the Weyrlingmaster and his assistants. Accessible by stair, the ledges provide the Weyrlingmaster team with constant supervision of the weyrlings, as well as a quick way down to the barracks without a dragon should an emergency arise -- particularly in the middle of the night.

Contents:
Zerounth
Omasuth(#4596OVapq)
Zuhth

Obvious exits:

Northern Bowl <W> Weyr Lake <NW> Weyrling Barracks <E>

From the lake, "Yeah, it was.. real scummy of him." Farris mumbles to herself slightly as she wrings her fingers together a bit, then says. "Sarkith is fine, he's over there." She motions to his head, where the blue lump lays, staring out over the sand at the pair, and giving them a whuffle. His tail taps on the ground with a loud thud. "He's happy that he won his first flight, and now has a bit of bragging rights. He's more upbeat than he has been lately, so its making training easier for the two of us. I think he had to get it out of his system." She says with a grin.

From the lake, "Ah, yes. Congratulations, Sarkith," he inclines his head towards the Blue with a smile, and Cairokelth reemerges from the depths of the lake just then. The senior dragon moves towards the shore, deciding that sunning seems a much better option than swimming. M'roc smiles and looks towards Farris -- "Training is going well, then? That's good," M'roc comments, crossing his arms over the tops of his knees and leaning forwards. "I remember winning my first flight -- it wasn't that long ago," he admits. "Whose flight did you win, again? I can't remember," he explains, chuckling.

From the lake, "Um.. his name was Bry'don, one of the Green rider Weyrlings here. Of all things, he went up during my mating flight lesson, so Ryadian says I passed that one." Farris says with a snort as she rubs his neck. "I thought he was gay but he's been bragging to all his friends about it. I can't go a day without someone checking me out. I don't know what he's saying but.." She trails off a bit, annoyed. "I feel like a piece of meat. I'm not used to that kind of attention." She settles herself back onto the log as she sits, staring out over the water. "I don't remember much of it though."

"Yeah, it's tough to remember stuff that happened during a flight. All the emotions, and whatnot," M'roc trails off, looking out across the lake at his brown. "But, it's good that you passed the lesson," he chuckles. "Guess it means you're good at it," he goes on, pressing his limit probably. "You aren't a piece of meat," he reassures her, offering a smile. "Us guys just like to brag about all of the women that we've... conqured,"he explains, though it probably won't help Farris out at all.

Aoriya yawns and stretches, walking lazily to the lake shore with a bikini on, a towel wrapped around her waist, and Omasuth rumbling in anticipation of a good swim. A big brush in one hand, its obvious what those two are up to. She spots Farris just as Omasuth heads for the water. "Morning!"

With a roll of her eyes, Farris gives the red head male a bit of a look, smirking slightly. "Yes, I realize that." She says as she tucks a strand of black hair behind her ear, letting out a sigh. "Though it doesn't bug me that much, though I've had a few guys actually ask me out, though I think that may have a bit to do with Teela also bragging herself about what she did." Wetting her lips, she looks back towards him, about to say something else, before Aoriya distracts her. "Morning." She mumbles out.

"Teela... Is that the one that G'rism..." he trails off, letting the absence of words convey exactly what he means. He glances upwards as Aoriya approaches, inclining his head slightly towards the bikini-clad Weyrling. Cairokelth lazily lifts his head and warbles towards Omasuth, greeting his fellow brown. "Morning Aoriya," M'roc greets, but turns hia ttention back to Farris. "Well... G'rism obviously doesn't deserve you, if he did something like that," the Wingleader states with a firm nod.

Aoriya hears the name G'rism and groans. "Did he two time you Farris?" She scowls, but not for anybody present. "If you like I can go back to his place with you and prank him into insanity. Won't help but it might make you feel better."

"Eeh." Farris says in reply to both of them as she lets out a heavy breath. "Yeah, that was her name. I'm not really mad at her though, its not like she knew me, or knew who he was." She says as she wets her lips a bit, then hunches her shoulders a bit. "I"ll get over it. I have to focus more on graduation, than this stupid thing."

[DTU/Project] Omasuth projects to Sarkith and Cairokelth . o O ( Blue flutters cheerfully in the breeze and cedar fire's fragrant smoke puffs to the sky. <<Good morning brother and brown.>> )

Shaking his head, M'roc still doesn't approve of what G'rism or Teela did. "It doesn't matter if she knew you or not, she should apologize. She's got to know by now that G'rism was... is technically yours," he insists and shakes his head. "Well, enough of this for me -- for now.I have paperwork to attend to," he explains, rolling his eyes. "I'll see you around?" He offers and moves towards Cairokelth, heading for his weyr.

Aoriya sighs as she hears the conversation and guesses what transpired. "Let me guess. You got into a mating flight, and won, and loverboy couldn't take it and cheated on you? Want me to beat him up for you Farris?"

Farris gives Aoriya a look. "You don't think I'm capable of beating him up myself? Sides', he has to work with my big brother in the same wing. My brother is also the Weyr leader. All I have to do is send word to Treasath and he'd more than likely kill the guy. No, I'm just going to get over it, I suppose." She says as she shrugs her shoulders. "SIdes, he apologized to me, a lot.. I think he did at least. He was pretty upset over it."

Aoriya grins wickedly. "Oh, that's /way/ better. are you going to then?" She sounds quite pleased at the subject. Omasuth, meanwhile, has plunged into the lakewater and surfaces, floating with a sigh out into the lake.

[DTU/Project] Omasuth projects to Sarkith . o O ( Happy woodsmoke billows upwards towards the sky. <<Come join me brother!>> )

Farris' boyfriend G'rism cheats on her.

Passion from long ago

Fri, 20 Feb 2009 19:35:11 GMT

11/1/2007

Ierne Weyrhold - Main Beach(#825RJs)
A long curving beach, the sand yellowish brown, facing eastward along the Great Bay coast. Off on the horizon, far in the distance, can be seen the cliffs of Southern Hold, on the opposite side.

Beyond the high tide line, there are 'weyrs' found here.

Contents:
K'nan
Omasuth(#4596OVapq)
Phailinugoth
Panchali
Ahriszajith
Reonth
Obvious exits:
Water <e> South Beach <s> North Beach <n> WeyrHold <w>

Late morning brings no reprieve from the pale grey veil of mist that hangs over the area. The warmth is welcome where the fog is not, and Panchali sees no reason /not/ to venture out onto the beach. So what if she can't see more than five feet in front of her? Ahriszajith doesn't seem to mind the fog either; the feline-like green gazing out at where the water /should/ be with calm and quiet. Ah, nothing better than a quiet morning on the beach.

Aoriya grumbles in the mist. "Omasuth your brain must be muddled out of your mind. You said it was /sunny/. You said we could come out here, catch some rays and then go shopping. Shopping! Right after I'd sold that lovely necklace!" Aoriya grumbles at the accopanying brown. "And instead I can't see three feet in front of my /face!/" The burning brown rumbles pleasantly, almost lyrically. "Oh shove it!"

[Mating Flights] Brown Omasuth lieslieslieslieslies. Then giggles madly.

[Mating Flights] Green Ahriszajith laughs, peals echoing like windchimes.

Phailinugoth is enjoying the fog himself as he searches the beach for treasure, pausing every now and again to dig at the sand. "Phaili!" comes a cry through the mists "I don't have time for this today. We have a couple of other stops to make, and then you can go treasure hunting." K'nan says as the mists swirl around her. "Oh all right, just a few more minutes, but if it's too large we are not taking it back with us.

Treasure hunting? Shopping? "What's this nonsense?" Panchali asks aloud, quirking an eyebrow. She glances first left, then right, attempting to pinpoint where the voices are coming from -- but it's so sharding difficult! Well, if she can hear them, they must be able to hear her! "Why bother with all that? Just relax," Panchali suggests, Ahriszajith warbling pleasantly to announce her agreement. The green seems restless, however quiet she is, the tip of her tail twitches uneasily, flinging little bits of sand this and that way.

K'nan can't help but laugh at that "Relax? Phailinugoth?" she laughs some more "Dearie, that dragon doesn't know the meaning of the wor..." Word becomes a yelp as a tail takes her out "Phail! I was standing there!" she exclaims. "No, I will not move so you can dig here. I don't care if there's a golden sock even." she mutters a little "I'd like to relax, really I would." She goes quiet "Now where are you going?" she asks the blue who doesn't answer as he disappears into the mists.

Aoriya can finally see Panchali. Omasuth humms happily. "Wait, you meant shopping for... OH NO YOU DON'T..." She actually tries to push Omasuth away. "You're a lecher you know that???" She demands archly as Omasuth croons in a gentlemanly fashion in the green's direction. "Oh shards and shells. Fine. You'll just get burned like /every/ other time." She flushes and says politely to Panchali. "Sorry to bother you. Aoriya, brown Omasuth's of Igen." She says with a sigh. "He lied and said it was sunny here. And why not go swimming and then go shopping in town."

Ahriszajith peers at the blue and the brown, respectively. Though, how she manages to see them through the mists eludes Panchali. Nevertheless, the proddy green gives both a cursory once-over, snorting in a I-guess-they'll-do manner. Panchali rolls her eyes at her green's rude behavior, looking towards K'nan and Aoriya as they both emerge. "I'm sorry for anything she might say or do," she apologizes ahead of time, this time. "She gets, unpredictable," she explains, giggling. Ahriszajith fidgets now, shifting her weight and holding her wings half-cocked. "Here we go," Panchali mutters, patting the sand next to her. "You two might want to sit. You're in for a bumpy ride, if I knoow my girl."

Aoriya rolls her eyes and flops onto her back in the sand. "I might as well. Omasuth loves bumpy rides, he seems to be a master at milking them for all their worth. Even though he gets burned /every/ single time."

K'nan settles herself down as well and just shakes her head "I don't Phail will notice if it's bumpy or not." she murmurs softly "Phaili just likes the fun of it all. He lives for the moment quite truely. He easily forgets the burns." A thoughtful pause "Though he never tends to forget the lovely maidens."

"It'll get bumpy," she reassued them both, repeating what she's said only a few moments previous. Is she that deeply absorbed in Ahriszajith already? Apparently, given the glazed-over effect her eyes have -- and let's not forget that impishly cute grin on her face. Ahriszajith takes no notice of her hold over her rider, instead she whips her head around to stare at her pair of suitors. << Can you boys give up shopping and treasure hunting for a few minutes? >> She snarls, eyes flashing crimson through bright orchid. Her tail lashes out like a whip, cracking in the heavy, humid air. From half cocked to thrown open only takes a half a millisecond, and then she's aloft with reckless abandon, head thrown back in childish glee while a racous trumpet is ripped from the depths of her chest.

Phailinugoth warbles softly as the mists swirl around him << What greater treasure is there then a most fair maiden? >> He watches her lift off into the sky and then he springs after her << Oh my most fair of maidens, let us fly the skies together for there is no jewel that sparkles as you do.>>

Aoriya croons in a soothing bass tone as his eyes take on a whirling bacchus purple shade. <<Indeed, I can give up shopping for thee lovely one. For thou art as graceful as a feline on the hunt.>> He rumbles like a brushfire, no, a volcano on a hell bent path of destruction.

Omasuth croons in a soothing bass tone as his eyes take on a whirling bacchus purple shade. <<Indeed, I can give up shopping for thee lovely one. For thou art as graceful as a feline on the hunt.>> He rumbles like a brushfire, no, a volcano on a hell bent path of destruction. And with an effortless kick that path of destruction follows in his wake. Thundering, snapping wings shoot after the green, and build momentum to try and pass the blue and gain altitude to attack with. A rumble builds in his throat, a rumble that builds in strength and momentum until it becomes a growl, then a growl tears loose from his throat as a full fledged roar of challenge to the blue that would take his prize from him. <<Lovely... let me sweep you up in these strong wings of mine...>> His mental croon is at odds with his bass roar. <<Let me fly you away...>>

A snarl of frustration erupts from behind curled-back lips. Fangs flash, or would flash if it weren't for the hanging fog. << Prove it! >> Ahriszajith challenges, raking the air with her talons. The sky is /hers/, it's /her/ element. She reigns supreme when aloft, and she knows it. Everything she does screams dominance -- everything from the way she holds her head just so, or the way she takes care in choosing the right words to provoke the response she craves from the males. And it's up, up, up! a thermal she goes! The swirling funnel of warm air envelops Ahriszajith, lifting her higher and higher -- until she tucks her wings tightly to her sides, letting herself slide free from the updraft's grasp. Now it's down, down, down she falls!

And for Phaili? It's just the fact that he doesn't know the meaning of holding back or being slow. It's all or nothing for this hyper little dragon. Higher and higher he follows, his eyes intent on that flashing green jewel in the sky. Course, he's not the most graceful of flyers, and in fact seems to almost trip on a wingtip as he turns to follow her back down again. << Ahh, my sweet sweet maiden, fairest in the brillant sky. Come sail away with me, o'er the seas let us fly.>>

Omasuth rumbles as living fire wends its way through the fog like a snake. Omasuth snarls. She may be the wind, but he is the fire that hunts it. He needs wind to survive, for he is the flame. <<Let my thundering voice, my crackling wings, my raking claws and burning hide bear witness as my proof. Let my skill in the air wend and wind be proof. Let my passionate heart sweep you up.>> He croons wantonly as he sails upwards into the thermal. But he's not lazy oh no, he speeds up his pounding wingbeats to gain every bit of speed he possibly can.

She falls with all the speed of a bullet, and all the control of, well, Ahriszajith. Just at the last moment, as is so cliche and overplayed, she throws her wings wide and halts her descent on a dime. She pulls into a shallow climb, reveling in the moment and her freedom, rather than think about here suitors. Whiiiich is probably what lends to her almost crashing right into Omasuth. << Watch it! >> She snaps, lashing out with her talons to slash in his direction. She felt her talons hit something -- but what exactly she hit is unknown; Ahriszajith flees the scene of the crime with a wild cry, a passionate scream torn from within her being reverberates through the shrouds of pale mist. She can't be caught, not yet!

Phailinugoth pulls out the breaks, well not literally as he doesn't have any, but he seems to just miss crashing into the ground and then narrowly misses the others as he scrambles his way back into the skies after the most glorious of greens. He beats his wings hard to get altitude back. He'll certainly be sleeping good tonight, no matter the outcome. <<Oh my most fair of maidens, I am certainly watching out for you. Come closer and let me get a token of your fair beauty. >>
Omasuth snatches for the green with a cry of dismay as he takes a slash to the right front talon. <<What a woman!>> He says gleefully as he pushes upwards and onwards. <<That was a cheapshot! And I don't like cheap shots!>> His wings go CRACK CRACK CRACK! carrying him harder and further. <<Maiden yes, fair no. Come valliant warrior of the skies, let me fight by you my lovely valkire...>> He begs sweetly. <<He does not give you credit for your passion and strength.>>

<< You want a token... from me? >> Ahriszajith whirls from her steady climb to regard Phailinugoth with a mix of disbelief and amusement. She snorts, twirling in a dizzying display of sheer agility and manuverability. From her throat erupts a fluttering whirlwind of sweet croons, each wrapping around both potential mates, reeling them in -- as if they weren't caught already. The built-like-a-feline female throws her wings open to slow her spinning, and as she comes to a halt, she hovers in place, wings held half-opened. Her sails drape around her body like a neglige, alluring and beckoning to the males. << Come get your favor then, >> she purrs, voice reaching out with all the tenderness of a virgin lover to caress both blue and brown alike, pulling them in.

Phailinugoth has his heart out on his wing, she wants him to come in and get a token. He's in love. He does a little swirl and then darts in after her << Oh my most fair maiden, you have won my heart, allow me to win yours. >> He croons as he sweeps out towards her, trying to beat in the brown to her, can't let him have the token. Oh no. His wings spread out as he seeks to entangle himself with her.

Aoriya rumbles like a deep, deep lion in the back of his throat, the rumble becomes a croon. And the brown swings left, right left, as he closes in on the female. <<Not a favor, a flying partner!!!!>> Omasuth declares as his eyes blaze with vivid amathyst fire. His arm is dripping ichor into the ocean, but he seems oblivious. He lashes his tail ahead of him and comes to an almost complete stop as he reaches for her. <<Let my words, my skill, my determination, speak for my desire for you.>> He goes from hover to lunge in an eyeblink, and if this doesn't work, somebody is going to take a nosedive towards the ocean /really/ fast!

She only has a split second to decide, head swinging back and forth between blue and brown -- back and forth, back and forth. << You have my heart, >> she responds in a most un-Ahriszajith moment, declaring herself infatuated and taken by Phailinugoth. She unwraps herself from her own wings to twine with him, neck and tail twisting and talons locking. On the beach below, Panchali regains a bit of her own head, enough so that she can glance over at K'nan, smiling suggestively. A glance is given to Aoriya too -- there's nothing wrong with being greedy!

Phailinugoth entwines himself around the fair maiden, whispering sweet poetry and endearments to her as he breaks their fall with his wings. K'nan smiles back at Panchali and follows the glance over to Aoriya herself and smiles even more. No, nothing wrong with being greedy.

Aoriya flushes. "uuuuuummm... you don't mind if I stay do you?" She asks very, very quietly. And she's slowly turning redder by the minute. Omasuth meanwhile tumbles towards the ocean below with a roar of dismay and catches himself a few feet above the water, letting himself neatly into the waves and hissing at the salt on his wound as he swims liesurely towards shore.

"Of course I don't mind," Panchali purrs as a response to Aoriya's silly question. The greenrider leans forward to reach out and provocatively drag her fingertip along Aoriya's jawline, biting her own lower lip unconsciously. She glances towards K'nan, making sure that the bluerider isn't uncomfortable, and having been reassured, turns her gaze back to the brownrider.

K'nan chuckles softly "I certainly don't mind either." she murmurs as she leans towards the brownrider "No, I don't mind at all." she reiterates as she too runs a finger along Aoriya and then one along Panchali.

Aoriya sighs blissfully, turning to nudge first one person than another. "Well... Omasuth /is/ swimming himself back to shore, no really." She chuckles, reaching a hand for each, her expression hesitant and gentle.

Aoriya and Omasuth chase Panchali and her green Arhiszajith, and lose.

Deliveries from Long Ago

Fri, 20 Feb 2009 19:27:42 GMT

WeaverCraft Hall - Courtyard(#4428RJLs)
Festive to the eyes if not also the ears, this courtyard is filled to the brim with life. Around the edges of the large expanse of space, brightly blossomed plants stare into the open expanse with petalled faces of red, yellow, and blue. Between the cobblestones that carpeted the ground of the area, tiny white flowers have thrived, filling in dark crevices with their cloud like flowers which remain just low enough to avoid all feet that may be rushing across.
The clifface into which most of the rooms have been chiseled takes a commanding presence. On any given day, new brilliant banners can be seen dangling off the balcony that rests high above or from assorted windows. The great doors themselves, which usually remain open, revealing the great hall, have been painted in likeness to the leafy denizens lounging about.

Contents:
Najath
Omasuth(#4596OVapq)
Zera
Naliah
Obvious exits:
Jungle Road <jr> Road to Southern Boll <SB> Storage Room <sr> Dye Room <dr> Landing Field <lf> Great Hall <gh>

Aoriya slips from Omasuth's neck and growls. "Claws off the greens." To the brown before he follows her as close to the door to the hall as a brown can comfortably get.

The plump Master Weaver is wandering the halls, here and there, to and fro! Poor woman seems to have lost her children, husband, and her apprentices. Or, she simply needed a break. There's much work to do. The halls are full of bustle, cleaning up from a recent event, it seems! Naliah takes a breath, wiping her brow and she spots the rider with a blink. Oh dear, oh dear. "Hello there! Are you needing help with anything?" Fidget, fidget and the woman is hurrying to see Aoriya.

The sky is falling, the sky is fall- oh, wait, no, it's just Zera and Najath. najath lands as close as he dares to the hall, and Zera swings off, unclipping herself and a bundle of cloth with her- oops! Zera gets bruied in the cloths and takes a passing apprentice with her.

Aoriya has her hands behind her back as she peers around, then is startled at the plump woman's approach. "I'm looking for my sister, Kagora. She's a Journeyman weaver." Aoriya says pleasantly.

[Mating Flights] Green Reonth lazily suns herself on the beach at Ierne.

[Mating Flights] Brown Najath hits the deck before Omasuth shows up.

[Mating Flights] Brown Cairokelth lounges around lazily at the hold.

[Mating Flights] Green Sakurath projects << Gee, am I glad I'm not proddy. >>

[Mating Flights] Green Luxth is glad too.

[Mating Flights] Brown Cairokelth didn't know that there was a flight... << Is there? >>

[Mating Flights] Green Reonth projects << There might be... >>

[Mating Flights] Brown Cairokelth warbles, suddenly interested.

[Mating Flights] Brown Omasuth grumbles. If I'd known you were coming, I'da baked a cake!

[Mating Flights] Brown Omasuth projects << What taaaahm? >>

[Mating Flights] Brown Najath projects << See, told ya so. >>

[Mating Flights] Brown Cairokelth projects << Cake? Who eats cake? Pfffft. >>

Naliah glances up at another dragon entering and she fans her face a bit. "Oh. Oh.. The Hall is /such/ a mess right now." She murmurs then glances at Zera as she covers an apprentice and herself with fabrics. She gasps and is quickly turning her attention to Aoriya. "Kagora.. Kagora.. Oh.. She's somewhere... We had someone walk the tables not too long ago..." Eeek! The woman takes off rather quickly for her size to help Zera. "Are you alright, dear?"

The said apprentice can't help but laugh engagingly. "I've got it, Naliah." He says, stiff-arming Zera out of the pile where she, withs an amused grin, starts stacking up the clothes. "It was all clean too!" She wails, much to the amusement of her helper.

[Mating Flights] Brown Omasuth projects << Mine says no. She's not going off on a wild green chase when she promised her stupid sister she'd come to visit. >>

[Mating Flights] Brown Najath projects << Mine says no as well, we've got cloth to deliver. >>

[Mating Flights] Brown Cairokelth projects << << Neither of you two can attend a flight? I could. >> He puffs his chest out proudly >>

Aoriya bows politely. "Igen's duties ma'am, she walked a few months ago actually. About two of them before the High Reaches Hatching awhile ago. Ro and Rhadamanth's. I'm Aoriya, and out in the yard is my brown Omasuth."

[Mating Flights] Bronze Ralorth snorts. << It will be a good flight. >>

[Mating Flights] Brown Omasuth projects << She says absolutely not, and I should learn from the fact that I've only won one before. >>

[Mating Flights] Brown Cairokelth snorts right back. << Indeed, it will! >>

[Mating Flights] Brown Omasuth projects << She's mean. >>

[Mating Flights] Brown Najath projects << Mine's won none. >>

[Mating Flights] Green Reonth projects << It will be a glorious flight. After all, /I'm/ involved. >> Reonth mentally puffs out her chest. << Ierne beach>>

[Mating Flights] Gold Sakrienth listens quietly...pondering...<< Are browns better then bronzes perchance. >>

[Mating Flights] Brown Omasuth purrs like a warm silky bonfire. <<I'm sure it will be, and that you are a glorious green that will make every flight glorious. It is no fault of mine I cannot come.>>

Naliah squeaks and nods at Zera, then laughing softly. "You scared me, Zera. Honestly, try not to over carry like that. You'll get it all dirty if it drops like you just did. We'll have it clean in no time, though." Back towards Aoriya, she grins. "Ah. I meant, a recent apprentice walked the tables. It's all a mess right now.. But, I think your sister may be around here somewhere." A firm nod, and she grins. "Ah. I believe your sister may have mentioned you."

[Mating Flights] Brown Omasuth projects << We are, we are the most humble dragons there are. >>

[Mating Flights] Brown Omasuth projects << Brown's honor Sakrienth. >>

[Mating Flights] Brown Cairokelth croons, his voice suddenly infused with all the warmth and romantic nature of a hot summer night, heavy with lust and longing. << Sakrienth! >> He cries, revelling in the touch of her mind to his -- a touch not felt for far too long. << Of course browns are better than bronzes! >>

[Mating Flights] Bronze Ralorth projects << Browns... >>

[Mating Flights] Gold Sakrienth gives Ralorth a friendly mental nuzzle <>

[Mating Flights] Brown Omasuth projects << Hey! I have all the flames of those car thingies my rider says the Ancients had that are obsolete. And they come natural. How could I not be great? >>

[Mating Flights] Bronze Dhonzayth shimmies. << Of course bronzes are better. Bronzes know best how to treat a worthy gold. >>

[Mating Flights] Brown Omasuth projects << Bronzes are Faranth's bane! Browns have much more class. >>

[Mating Flights] Brown Cairokelth projects << << Browns have the best to offer -- all the agility of a blue, the stamina of a bronze, and then our own unique suave and smooth nature. What is there not to want? >> >>

[Mating Flights] Brown Omasuth projects << Here here! Brother Cairokelth! We shall engage in the dance of brownie superiority! >>

[Mating Flights] Bronze Ralorth chuckles. << Why, bronzes are always better... >>

[Mating Flights] Green Reonth projects << Bigger, yes. Better, debatable. >>

[Mating Flights] Brown Cairokelth snorts and heaves a mental sigh.

[Mating Flights] Brown Omasuth slings a vast amount of mud at Ralorth. <<What was that?>>

Zera grins. "Xanadu's duties, of course, is what brings me- that, and getting Najath out of the weyr." The brown broadcasts on a large level. << Hey, why is that? >> Zera sighs. "Greens."

Aoriya hmmms? "Oh, aside from Kagora, the rest of my family live at Xanadu! I was Searched from there!" Aoriya grins. "And I totally know what you mean! If its green, Omasuth wants to chase it! And don't get me started on Neyuni and gold Zuhth! He /adores/ those two."

Naliah blinks, giving Zera a curious look. "What's Xanadu sending one of my weaver's for?" She teases with a chuckle then glances towards Aoriya. "Aah. Xanadu weyrbrats. Tsk tsk. Oooh. Did you impress in that clutch. That was a hatching to remember." Sigh and the Master Weaver seems lost in her thoughts for a moment.

Aoriya nods. "aaaaah yes, the finer things. I make them, but I don't bother with them. Of course, my finer things are jewelry. I have a special style. I can make chokers or bracelets out of rows of fine ringlets, and I tend to prefer copper because of the ease with which its worked. But I'm trying to get my hands on one of the opals local to Igen's mines to do something special with."

Naliah gives Zera a pointed look at the crash. "Zera... Just /what/ exactly did you bring me." The woman takes that scolding tone, "As long as you clean up your mess. We've got a big enough one already." A glance towards Aoriya and she smiles. "I'd love to see some of your work some time if you'd like to bring it by. My daughter has been pestering for some better jewelry."

Zera gives Naliah a very innocently sweet grin. Sweet, yes, innocent... hah. "Hey, Naliah, she brought from the looks of it half of a full set of kitchenware, never-" "Used." Zera finishes. "That's from the headwoman. I also brought some show-off only, not-fluight-appropriate riding straps for gather das.

Aoriya nods and fishes around in her pocket. "I think.... I have...... a sample..... this is one of the types I like making best." A small bracelet, interlocking links of copper, about an inch and a half wide and floppy, with rose quartz pieces, well polished into small half orbs, set at intervals. It makes a sort of a shhhhhhhnkkk shhhhhnnnnnk noise when moved around. "This took me a good three months. Making jewelery takes plenty of patience." She offers it for the other two to look at.

Naliah laughs softly at the mention of the kitchenware and eyes the journeyman. "And, what exactly does the headwoman want in return?" She questions, plopping her hands upon her hips though the smile upon her lips is very pleasant. A glance towards Aoriya's work, she lets out a soft oh. "And, how much would that be or is it not for sale?"

Zera grins. "Exactly what I said before- Turn's End or Gather-type cloth. THe fine stuff, good for dancing it because it doesn't get drag-heavy and stuff. Me, I'm selling my straps so I can make a set of straps for Najath, and get a Gather dress for me." She pauses, distracted. "Oh, that's pretty." She says, blinking. "How much?" She chuckles, then, as she realizes as she shadows Naliah.

Aoriya cocks her head coyly. "Perhaps...... depends on what a couple of lovely ladies are willing to pay." She says with a smirk. She jingles the bracelet so that it catches the light and grins all catlike.

Naliah gives Aoriya a look. "Apprentices shouldn't be talking like that." She scolds then gives Zera a look too. "Unless your Master is allowing you to do suck." Tsk tsk.

Zera snickers. "Journeyman, no longer apprentice." She states quietly. Then she grins an impish grin. "Tsk all you want, not even Najath is my sense of reason when it comes to pretty things."

Aoriya thinks for a moment. "Weeeelllll...... three marks seems like a fair price. One for each month it took me to make it. That sounds fair." She says cheerfully. "Especially since my older brother Hanabey hassled me when I got those pieces. One week of running errands for that dumb minecraft crony of his, you know the jerk grabbed my rear and couldn't take his eyes off of my dumb breasts." Aoriya snorted in offended disgust.

Naliah chuckles at Zera, nodding. "You can have it, dear." She states then practically gapes at Aoriya. "Shells..." The woman fans her face and tsks. "That's horrid, you do need to tell someone about that." Her cheeks flush with anger and she pats Zera's arm. "We'll get you some fabric to bring back, I made some recently that I'm sure the headwoman would love. And, you can leave your straps here for me to sell and I'll get you the marks right away."

"Three marks, eh?" Zera turns busy with an inexplicably tiny pouch and pullso ut three marks a a half mark. "Three and a half marks, for the pretty jewelry, eh?" She asks, even as the apprentices unload Najath.

Aoriya says with a cocky grin for the Master. "Ma'am, I'll have my cousin B'ton come down from Telgar and beat 'im up. Then have him /rail/ on Hanabey. The two of them fight like cats and dogs. And I find senseless pounding on somebody who's ticked me off far better. B'ton can swing a good right fist, and he bellows louder than my dad." And to Zera, the brownrider bows chivalrously. "Three and a half has it sold!" She offers the bit of jewelery with a far too pleasant smile on her face.

Naliah chuckles softly, "Zera, dear, you're going to make yourself broke." The woman shakes her head and gently runs her fingers through her black hair and peers at Aoriya. "I'd tell your Master, dear. But if you see it fit to.. Approach it that way." A shake of her head.

Zera snorts. "Not really, I don't even have half of my money on me." Najath turns his head to the trio. << And that is exactly why you are getting your own Gather material today, mine. >> Zera just... groans.

Aoriya looks back towards the courtyard. <<Oh, you like to put pretty things on yours? I like to dress mine in things that are pretty, but when I try to get her to buy some of them she gets mad. She doesn't seem to like ones that make her butt look big.>> Omasuth says irreverantly. <> Aoriya turns red and grits her teeth. "Omasuth... if you embarass me..." She growls, flushed near purple. "Sorry..." She says through gritted teeth. "Omasuth needs to be quiet....... before he embarasses his rider beyond redemption."

Naliah laughs softly, tsking and glancing at the dragons as they converse. A glance towards Aoriya and she smiles pleasantly. "I think he's just wanting you to look your best, dear. Something flattering.."

Zera snickers. "Yeah, I think the dragons are agreed on the fact that they want their riders to look their best." She says, grinning broadly.

Aoriya sighs. "I tell him over and over again that for a lifemate who's a smith who lives in a dusty sandy place like Igen needs to wear loose clothes that a runner can trample over and they won't get messed up. Does he listen? Nope." Aoriya sighs in disgust. "HEY! Lazy! Did you agree to come out here simply because its the weaver hall and you thought that you could ask Kagora to make me a new kimono?" <<Yes.>> Is said in a very, very meek tone. "WHAT??? Why you....." Aoriya fumes.

Naliah chuckles softly and shakes her head at both the riders. "You both have interesting dragons... I remember when I first stood." Bitter memories yet, she smiles none the less and gently prods the apprentices to go fetch some of the fine material for Zera as well as telling them /where/ exactly to put everything.

Zera smiles. "It's just luck, Naliah." She explains, then starts trussling Najath up again. She sounds like she's having a one sided conversation. "Yes, Najath I will." Pause. "No, Najath, not that color." Another pause. "Fine." Another pause. "... Dragons..."

Aoriya snorts, "I was giggling madly at how cute he was. He saw me and charged right after me, then I got a headbutt right in the stomach. I didn't care. I liked him from the moment he hatched too. He had spirit!" She sighs enrapture. "He's a lazy, flashy bum who likes women, a good flight out over the desert to savor the thermals, teasing me, and getting me to wear the slinkiest garments this hall puts out." That last description is given with a wrinkling of her nose.

Naliah laughs and shakes her head. "I didn't want to impress.." She notes, then watches the apprentices with a hum. Three appear with just produced fabrics and she nods to Zera. "Make a pick, dear." She smiles at Aoriya and chuckles. "But, you love him anyway?"

Aoriya blinks. "Well... not everybody wants to impress I guess. And yes ma'am. I do. Dearly. Bless the fiery nincompoop." Aoriya chuckles at the brown in the courtyard. "Aoriya!!!" Kagora comes running over, light kimono trailing behind her. "Naliah ma'am! Thanks for finding her! One of the apprentices said there was a fire colored brown in the courtyard that had been sitting there for over an hour. I was sooooo embarassed! Come on Aoriya... I have some creations you /must/ wear!" And Aoriya is led away with a big eyed look on her face that says. 'help me.'

Naliah chuckles and waves at the pair as they leave, smiling with amusement. She peeks at Zera and smiles more. "Let me know when one you pick, dear. You have your choice of anything in the Hall, that's reasonable. Of course." She winks and trots into the great hall to assist with the cleaning.

Aoriya goes in search of her sister at the weavercrafthall.

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