Central Bowl
Seven spindles brush the clouds -- quite literally -- overhead, a
 jagged, spired cotillion grey-stoned majesty. The bowl from here is
 expansively large, extending a full half mile in both directions, and
 although sometimes a bit of a stretch, most of the hubs of activity
 can be easily observed. Hard-packed ground shows the common pathways,
 all of them meandering about the craggy bunch of boulders that form a
 centerpiece: carven, hand-worn and foothold-full, it gives a bit of
 centerpoint to the otherwise vast emptiness of the area.
To the north lie the hatching grounds and leadership weyrs, while the
 lows of herdbeasts mark the feeding pens to the northeast. A flurry of
 ever-present activity marks the living caverns to the west, and
 another time-traveled path the ground weyrs just adjacent to the
 southwest. Southeast, a glint of blue shows the lake, glittering and
 cold.
  It is a spring midmorning.  
Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are Zhaneel, Vanitas, Kya,
 Miki, Antietam, Tremayne, Rydia, Panha, Izyndyl, Immie, Archimedes,
 Maksim, and Lihai.
Blue Trydanth, green Kelitath, brown Sevareth, green Miravith, green
 Yshanth, and green Alymath are here.
You see a wagonmaster and Wagon One here.
Tai is here.
Obvious exits:
Pens     Northern Bowl     Caverns     Ground Weyrs     Lakeside    
 Guards HQ
You slide down Puizuth's neck of variegated browns, using offered
 forepaw of dark brown as a step.

Tai (#13940)
What was once white was bronze and is white again; skin's been
 sun-starved and has therefore gone pale, alabaster creaminess claiming
 skin save around ears and cheeks, where reddish bronzes still lurk.
 Yet, she's managed to hold onto a memento of Istan sunshine; those red
 highlights have remained. Crismon'd, strawberry'd tones sweep forth,
 claiming wispy tendrils that have been trimmed, tamed, now curling
 delicately o'er tops of shoulders, barely sweeping the tops of
 'blades. Work-roughened hands still hold mysterious, dark aristocracy,
 as do slender arms, muscled legs. Womanly curves have become all the
 more evident, especially as style-of-dress alters. Eyes gaze -- azure,
 sapphire pools of sight, clear and laced with a silv'ry lining.
Cool breezes have enticed the rider to cover her lean arms; a green
 tunic hugs her torso lightly, revealing with its clinging fabric all
 that it otherwise conceals. Sleeves flare out in wispy bells over pale
 hands and the hem of the verdant tunic clings all the way down her
 front, leading almost seamlessly into the characteristic black
 wherhide pants and black boots.
A double cord of black'n blue - obsidian'n midnight - loops twice in a
 brand new knot that's complete with a long tail and two tassles. A
 slender ribbon of earthy green weaves through, reminiscent of the
 color of Tai's lifemate Yshanth, and it's all brought together by the
 Tsunami patch and a wispy gold thread - Tai is Wingleader of the
 Tsunami Wing at High Reaches Weyr.
She is awake and looks alert.
Tai is 24 Turns, 2 months, and 23 days old.

Zai (#16905)
Short, sienna colored curls are chopped short, held back from Zai's
 face with an ever-changing assortment of hair clips. Misbehaving
 tendrils escape from their ties, to hang in her face, or stick out
 wildly.  Her skin is tanned a deep golden color, from hours spent
 outside, and freckles liberaly dot her pert nose, and sweep across her
 high cheekbones.  Long and dark lashes surround her sapphire eyes, so
 pale they edge on an icy-white hue at times.  Small and lithe
 describes Zai, although by no means petite. Arms and legs are short,
 but muscular, ending with small hands in feet and long, deft fingers. 
 Despite her turns, Zai's subtle curves remain mostly hidden under the
 muscle of her upper body.    
A twist of blue and black thread holds Zai's hair back on either side
 of her face, the colors matching those of the rest of her outfit. 
 Royal blue shirt hugs her body, snug but not to tight. Sleeves of the
 shirt cuff and button at the wrists, the buttons themselves a midnight
 black. Over Zai's right breast, a small pocket is sewn, and on the
 edge of it a row of dolphins are embroidered, the same royal blue as
 the shirt. Pants appear from below the shirt, which is belted at her
 waits with a black weyrhide belt. Black as well, they cling to her
 legs until they disappear into her ankle-length, weyrhide boots. Boots
 dyed the same black as belt and pants.  A thin chain is about her
 neck, and on it is a silver, heart shaped locket. 
Double twisted, and single looped, Zai's knot hold one strand of blue,
 and another of black -- the colors of High Reaches. Threaded into the
 twist, a single strand of brown runs -- the color of Zai's lifemate.
She is wearing a silver chain bracelet with the Apprentice charms.
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
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You notice Zai looking at you.
Zai is 21 Turns, 7 months, and 18 days old.

Tai has just swung down from Yshanth's back, and balances faintly,
 lightly grasping the straps, for a moment before her feet settle down
 firmly upon the earth. She pulls off gloves and helmet both, hanging
 them on Yshanth's straps and reaching a hand up to flatten her lightly
 frizzing hair. A smile's shot towards the approaching brownrider, a
 hand lifted cheerily. "Hello!" she calls good-naturedly.
Zai slides to the ground, giving Puizuth a pat before turning toward
 away and starting to head toward the caverns. As she sees Tai she
 stops and smiles, waving back. "Hullo!" Diverting her path to the
 caverns slightly, she walks closer to the greenrider with a short
 glances thrown over her shoulder toward Puizuth who has quickly
 forgotten his rider for an intrestingly colored rock on the ground.
Tai smiles cheerily as the brownrider approaches, tugging quietly at
 the hem of her pants - you know, those leather things ride up and all.
 "How're you, Zai, and... oh dear, I'm getting old... Puizuth. It's
 Puizuth." There is no question - she remembers now, and there is a
 hint of sparkling mischief twinkling in the corners of her eyes. 
Puizuth pays no attention to the greenrider, too involved now in
 deciding which rock's colors would go best with his weyr. Zai though,
 grins. "Puizuth, yes. And we're wonderful." She reaches up to tug on a
 curl in an attempt to remember /Tai's/ dragons's name. "And how are ou
 and...Yshanth...?"
Tai grins approvingly, one eye lowering in a teasing wink. "That's it
 all right. We're lovely. Went for a nice morning flight and now we're
 rather unwinding." One eyebrow arches in faint appraisal for a moment,
 and then the greenrider tips her head towards the caverns. "Want to
 join me in a drink of something or other?"
Zai's smile broadens, and hand drops from her hair as she glances
 toward the caverns. "Sure, I was headed there myself actually.
 Although there were no morning flights for me. Puizuth's lazy in the
 mornings." /Sure/, blame it on the dragon.
Tai's grin is rather kind and welcoming... and toothy, too. "Yshanth's
 an early-riser. She's usually up for the sunrise. It's funny - she
 used to wake me up for it, but recently I've gotten up on my own in
 time to see it. I never /used/ to be a morning person." Shrug. This is
 a testament to how much Impression can change even the laziest of
 herders. "But now I'm thirsty." And with that, the wingleader heads
 into the caverns, Zai hopefully in tow.
Tai lilts, with a light step, to the Caverns.
You go to the Living Caverns.
Living Caverns (#392)
The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the
 multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey
 granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending
 subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of
 the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle
 tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the
 coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just
 a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen
 to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the
 nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas
 shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.
Tucked into a glowlit niche are Donnan, Laguna, Searcher, Smirk, Quenn,
 Torowa, Kynance, Tiramisu, Gyo, Butterfly, Turk, Kobar, Fudge,
 Seafoam, Parekis, Pixy, Heaven, Beats, Hunter, Vsevolod, Ivan,
 Pandora, and Oren.
You see Old Auntie sit-by-the-fire, Saphron, OOC NOTICE (look sign),
 Food, Boots, Creme, Dustina, and Klah Cake here.
Khloe, Marianne, and Tai are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl     Kitchens     Inner Caverns     Crafting Area
Marianne sweeps yet farther into the caverns, her
 easy stride bringing her a few feet from the girl, er.. Khloe. She
 eyes her, noting her knot of a Weyr resident with quick eyes, so quick
 that you almost don't see her look. Nodding lazily, but politely to
 Khloe she introduces herself. "I give you greetings, good day, and
 every other hello people think polite," she says mildly, but with a
 hint of exhaustion in her voice. She's had a long day. "My name is
 Marianne," she adds with a quiet, tired dignity and looks around for
 somewhere to rest her aching feet.
Zai slips in moments after Tai, wandering toward a mug and some juice
 and pouring it into a handy mug. Pausing for a moment at the table,
 she calls over to Tai. "What do you want? I'll pour it for you..."
 Hand hovers over another mug as she waits for a response, sapphire
 eyes flickering around the cavern in the meantime.
Tai ooos, eyebrows raised with pleasant surprise. "Ooh, thank you! If
 there's hot tea, that would be just marvelous. If not, juice will do."
 The greenrider sinks into one of her normal tables, crossing her legs
 neatly under her and pushing her hair back cheerily with a smile to
 everyone about her. Today is a Good Day!
Zai turns her attention back to the table, searching for tea. "Tea,
 tea, tea..." she mutters as she looks, finally finding some and
 pouring it into a second mug. Picking her way over to the table Tai's
 chosen, eyes stay locked on the mugs. Careful not to slip a hot drop.
 Sliding the glasses onto the tables, she takes a seat across from the
 rider.
Tai beams cheerily at the brownrider, one eyebrow lifted in a faint
 thank you that's vocalized: "Thanks, Zai." She takes a long sip of the
 tea, steam curling ridiculously around her nose. "Lovely. Good."
 There's a pause as she exhales deeply, eyes closing for a moment - and
 then she smiles, lucid once more, at the still-weyrling. "Have you
 folks graduated yet? I can't remember."
Zai just blinks at the greenrider, due to the fact that her mug of
 juice is still attached to her lips. As she swallows, she lowers th
 glass and nods. "Yes. Just recently. I haven't joined a wing yet
 though. I can't believe how fast it's all gone. It seems like I just
 Impressed a sevenday ago." At that, she grins crookedly getting that
 silly, adoring expression on her face that she often adopts when
 speaking of her dragon.
Tai's grin deepens, little creaselines etching at the corners of her
 eyes. "Oh, I understand /that/, all right." The greenrider
 dramatically lifts one slender eyebrow as high as it will lift, grin
 reduced to a mere half-smile. "Not yet tapped?"
Khloe glances from Zai, to bulging bag on the floor, and back to Zai
 again, and a smil crosses her face before she says, "Hi." Then it's
 back to the usual thumb-twiddling that she was doing before...with
 that grin, of course. Odd.
Zai shakes her head absently as she peers into her glass with a slight
 frown. "Nope, not yet. You know? I think this juice was mislabeled. It
 does /not/ taste like redfruit." She wrinkles her nose and pushes the
 glass to the side. Looking up, she notices Khloe and smiles, "Hullo,"
 before her gaze travels back to Tai and her mind back to her origional
 topic of conversation. "I'm not sure when I will be actually."
Tai grins, then, that twinkle of mischief returning to dwell in her
 blue eyes. "Oh, really?" There is nothing special to this comment,
 though; a cheery grin's angled Khloe's way, eyebrows lifted, before
 she turns back to Zai. "Excited about joining a wing?"
Zai beams and nods. "I am! Not that I didn't like Aftershock -- thats
 the weyrling wing you know -- but thats different. Plus, half of us
 are gone anyway. Tapped into their wings and all." She tilts her head
 a bit and peers at Tai. "How long did it take you? I don't want to be
 the last one. Tapped that is."
Tai reaches a hand rather mysteriously into her pocket, pulling
 something out which she cradles in the curve of her palm. "Only a few
 weeks. And it shouldn't take you any longer, either, Zai. Why don't
 you take this," and she slides the object, a badge with a virulent
 crest of water skimming across its surface, "and show up for Tsunami
 drills tomorrow morning?"
Zai blinks at the badge for a moment, then reaches out a hand to take
 it. "Uh..." She manages, as she turns the object over to examine it.
 "Thanks! Of course!" She looks up at Tai and beams brightly, turning
 to the first person she spots -- Khloe -- to share the news. "Look!
 Tsunami! Isn't it wonderful!?"
Tai grins widely, that eyebrow wiggled faintly at Khloe. She's just a
 troublemaker, ain't she? The wingleader sips her tea, mildly, making a
 mental note or two. "Oh, Zai? You and Puizuth had better get used to
 mornings," she offers, grinning rather mischeviously now. "We like to
 get up rather early for drills in my wing." Oooh, evil Tai. "Not
 before /breakfast/ or anything," she adds as though /that/ would be a
 scandal. "But early, anyway."
Khloe grins, examining the badge thrust in front of her. "That's
 nice...really great!" she says, fingering her goodie bag, or, rather,
 something inside of it. "Congrats!" And what is it she's
 holding...something...brown?
Zai wrinkles her nose at Tai, brought back to the real world with a
 screach. "Wonderful. Morning." Hastily, she adds, "Not that its a
 problem for /me/, but Puizuth. He's not going to like it." Um-hum.     Yup.
Tai pauses, eyes sliding into brief unfocus. "I think Yshanth will be
 able to persuade him," she says meaningfully - but what meaning that
 might be is rather unclear. Oh well.
Zai raises an eyebrow, but just nods. "Erm, right." She glances back
 down at her badge which she is fingering absently for a moment, then
 reaches up to attach it to her knot. "Thank you so much!"
Tai grins - again - toothily, nodding cheerily. "Oh, you're welcome.
 I'm sure you'll be an asset to Tsunami. I've seen you and Puizuth,
 after all." Beam.
Zai isn't quite as sure -- /being/ Zai and Puizuth and all -- but
 she'll do her best. "I hope so. I'll try to be anyway." And at that,
 she stands. "Well, I should go show Puizuth our new badge. I'll see
 you tomorrow....morning!" The last bit, morning, is added with a
 slight hint of dread in it.
Tai laughs, squinting slightly with a giggle. "Have fun. And I promise
 you'll get used to training in the morning."