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 afternoon.
Below, you see one person.
Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are Zhaneel, Vanitas, Kya, Miki, Antietam, Tremayne, Rydia, Immie, Archimedes, Maksim, Sentanta, Gyahaahaa, and Pandora.
Green Kelitath, brown Sevareth, green Miravith, brown Revnath, green Yshanth, green Alymath, and brown Druseth are here.
You see a wagonmaster here.
Obvious exits:
Pens     Northern Bowl     Caverns     Ground Weyrs     Lakeside     Guards HQ

Lis walks in.

Lis
Lis' oval-shaped face is filled out with a pleasant pudginess that adolescence couldn't melt away, upturned nose sitting 'tween mud-puddle brown eyes. Half-spirals of brass unwind into soft waves just above her shoulders, trimmed for practical riding purposes but long enough to satisfy her vanity. Skin fades to a honey'd alabaster, pouring over her now-smooth face and any uncovered skin.
Tight - shiny - black. Leather caresses Lis' form with the tenderness of a lover - and clings with the tenacity of a 'brat. Buckles sparkle with the tasteful addition of metal along the now-obvious curves of the greenrider: at each wrist, a handful fastening at the waist, just below the knees to cinch the top of boots tight. Lacing provides an intricate criss-cross design up the sides of shapely hips and muscled legs, keeping the trousers snug about her lower half. Up top, however, a bodice buckles up her sides, pulling the leather comfortably taught across her chest while wide lacing zig-zags from belly just short of collarbone, where the elegant cut reveals... a leather flap behind, to keep out 'Reaches chill. Donis hangs comfortably in a carrying sack against her chest.
Midnight's black coils in a single loop around the blue of twightlight, flashes of celestial silver seen through nights colors. Soaring through an evening sky is a garish green ribbon matching Alymath's hide, and sitting just beneath it a wave-decorated badge, marking Lis a Tsunami Wingrider for High Reaches Weyr.
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
 Donis
You notice Lis looking at you.
Lis is 22 Turns, 7 months, and 24 days old.

Treneere steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Treneere
An intense girl's fire trumps the double-edged sword of her features, keeping wide mouth and bright, vivid eyes (only brown, alas, but it'll do) perpetually open to casual glance. Certainly, her voice rings stridently enough at times, but then there's a quieter side that expresses itself in those furrowed, bushy 'brows and up-tilted nose...would anything but such a side find her cultivating that snub-nosed squint at such times? Outward tallness belies that she has only barely a meter on her, while an impressive crop of dark brown hair ripples almost--almost!--to her back. Hopefully that skinny-skinny boniness and rakish lack of even baby's fat isn't an unforgivable contradiction of that bright-eyed vitality.
More or less clean, she wears a vivid skirt--knee-length purple-orange plaid--and frilly, be-ribboned tunic (lime-green with black polka dots!), short sleeves and all. Hair is limp and bedraggled, but done up in a nicely-smudgy white bow. Perched on Treneere's shoulder is Maul.
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
 Maul
Treneere is 7 Turns, 11 months, and 19 days old.

Treneere drags a hapless stuffed creature--mangled past recognition as any real animal--through the ground with her. "Hurry /up/, Woofie. The lizards are faster than you." Grump.

Kacoya steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Kacoya
Kacoya has pretty blue eyes, that sparkle in the light, she has brown hair with a silver stripe, and she has rose red lips that sparkle when she smiles.
She wears a long dress, long boots that come up to her knees, and a necklace that has a locket on it, and in the locet there is a picture of her mother. Kacoyas Rucksack hangs heavily from Kacoya's shoulder. Perched on Kacoya's shoulder is Bayon.
Kacoya wears the knot of a High Reaches Weyrfolk.
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
 Kacoya's Notebook                       Bayon
 Kacoyas Rucksack
Kacoya is 23 Turns, 3 months, and 19 days old.

Lis and Donis are currently playing a game catch the trundlebug. Sort of; the younger generation is attempting to catch said pest, and the older is attempting to catch the little one, trying to herd him towards a less occupied part of the bowl. The trundlebug, of course, thinks otherwise...

"Eek!" Trenny stops short as she spies the trundlebug.

Kacoya walks out into he bowl and see's some stra'ng things, "Hello.."

Donis, upon hearing Treneere's squeak, promptly sits up on his narrow-but-padded bottom to give a half-decent renditions of it. "Eeee-kuh!" Luckily, this gives Lis a chance to sneak up on her son. "Lovely, Donis," she sighs as her arms wrap around the boy, hauling him into her lap. "Hello," is given as general greeting to all.

Treneere ignores the greeting. "Kill it! Eeew. Gross. Kill it? Please? I know you're not a scary Lis or nothing, but...could you kill it? Pleeease?"

Kacoya smiles, "Hi." she looks at the girl saying kill it.

Treneere eyes the girl. "Hi," she replies. She backs toward Kacoya...step /away/ from the trundlebug. "Can you kill bugs?"

"Why?" is asked of Treneer by Lis as she peers philosophically up at the girl. Granted, she's not the usual incarnation of a sage, but the trundlebug isn't hurting anyone - more involved in scurrying under the nearest rock.

Treneere grumps at the greenrider, while clutching her battered stuffed thing-ma-bob for comfort--or something--'s sake. "It...it's ugly. And scary. And I bet it eats things."

Kacoya smiles, and walks over to the three, "Hi im Kacoya."

Lis tries to keep Donis from wiggling out of his mother-seat, baby fists eagerly clutching at the dust in the bowl. "Other bugs, maybe," the greenrider admits to Treneere, "but I don't think it hurts anyone. Spinners and those biting bugs, though..." There's a shudder for that, and a blink for she who is now known at Kacoya.

"Yeah, other bugs." Trenny picks that out of Lis's words. "Poor things. In...in...not-guilty victims." She sighs mournfully, then beams Kacoya's way. "Hiya, Kacoya. I'm Trenny. /Pyrene/'s sister." She's sulky about that fact. Why couldn't she be Lis's sister? Or that nice brownrider who taught her to say 'hedonistic'?

Kacoya smiles, "Hi Trenny." she then sees a bug moveing its way towards Trenny.

"And boy, does it show," Lis mutters none too covertly about the subject of Trenny's bloodline, hiding the tactless comment behind a sudden polite cough - echoed, of course, by Donis, and more exuberantly so.

Treneere heard that. She sends a sulky glare Lis's way.

Kacoya watchs the bug move right beh'nd Trenny, "Theres a bug beh'nd you." she says to Trenny

Lis matches Treneere's glare with an indignant scowl of her own, even sticking her tongue out at the girl. How mature. She won't even say anything about said trundlebug.

Treneere doesn't get a chance to do anything about the audacity of Lis's tongue-sticking--she yelps and whirls at the mention of a bug. "Where is it? Where is it? Killitkillitkillit!"

Kacoya lets out a little giggle, "Beh'nd you."

Lis has no intention of acting her Turns today, and only half-heartedly muffles the snicker at Pyrene's sister's expense. Maybe it's one of those existential, get-back-at-the-goldrider-through-sibling-humiliation things. Maybe.

Poor Trenny. Cursed to do that cute chase-the-tail thing that canines always do. "Behind me?" She keeps whirling. "I don't /seeeeee/ it." Whimper.

"I think," Lis ventures, her voice that strained calm of someone trying very hard no to burst into giggles, "that you stepped on it when you were trying to look at your own backside." Luckily for the greenrider, the word 'backside' amuses Donis and sets him to giggling before she explodes from enforced silence.

Kacoya smiles, and nods giggleing, "yeah i think your right."

"My own back---hey!" The girl pauses to look at the bottom of her boot, and winces. "Yuck. At least it's dead, though," Tren opines optimistically.

Lis' lips pull down in disappointment over Trenny's morbidly cheerful outlook. "It was hurting anyone... And I don't think they bite, either. Just eat other bugs and try to survive. Like the rest of us..." The greenrider's on the verge of Deep Thought, Donis babbling happily to himself about this and that.

Kacoya looks at the green rider, "We eat other people?"

"Well, no..." Lis admits thoughtfully. At least, not the people /she/ knows.

Treneere juts out her lower lip. "Yeah. /Other bugs/. Poor little things." She reasserts previous point.

Lis gives Treneere a long, searching look as she asks, "What is it /supposed/ to eat? I mean, it's not like they have little tiny herdbeasts to butcher and roast in little tiny hearths and eat with little tiny loaves of bread." As far as they all know - no one's discovered the secret life of trundlebugs yet.

Treneere's eyes widen. "Wow. Are you sure they don't? I bet they do. Or they could, if they really wanted to eat good stuff, rather than picking on poor in...in...not-guilty bugs."

Oyasumi steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

"Dragons eat innocent herdbeasts," Lis points out with a lilt of her head, shifting Donis over one shoulder as he starts to subside into afternoon pre-nap drowsiness. "Now, what about them?" Hah, Treneere!

"But they don't eat other dragons." Treneere retaliates, looking proud of herself.

Lis can counter that easily, and she does. "But to a trundlebug, another bug seems as different as a herdbeast does to a dragon. They only eat them because they have to eat something, and no one bothers to make any food for trundlebugs." Only High Reaches does one find a intelligent discussion about Pernese enviromentalism.

Kacoya sees some trundlebugs hideing behind Trenny.

Treneere shrugs. "Dragons have no choice. It's either wherries or herdbeasts or ovines or stuff like that. Trundlebugs could choose other stuff. Like dead stuff. Or those little herdbeast you were talking about."

"You know..." Lis has a slow revelation, too absorbed in her thoughts to notice the amassing forces of bugs. "I think they /do/ eat dead stuff. And other bugs. I'm not sure." She wasn't a Herder, you know...

Kacoya looks at the bugs grow in number, "Um Trenny?"

Treneere beams proudly. She knows she's smart. Nevermind that she's unwilling to accept any good virtues in trundlebugs. "What is it, Kacoya?"

Kacoya looks at her, "look behide you."

"Ew, dear..." Lis even gets off the ground at the group of bugs behind Treneere. Perhaps Donis' toy of late had relatives that didn't appreciate the bug's squishing.

"Eeeeeew...." Treneere spies the bugs and backs slowly away. "Too many. Why do they all have to pick on /me/? I didn't do anything." Meanwhile, she's scraping the squished trundlebug off the bottom of her boot.

Kacoya backs away, "look at all the bugs."

Lis gives Treneere a critically snort as she points out coldly, "You smushed that first bug. Now you've gotten them all mad - and you'd better /hope/ they don't bite, or sting, or do something equally nasty." Shudder.

Treneere eyes Lis. "/You/ were the one who said they were harmless," she points out. Not that she believed her in the first place. Right now she's just trying to avoid a fate worse than death at the hands...pincers? of Evil Trundlebugs O' Doom.

"I did, didn't I?" Lis is annoying smug about that as she struts by Trenny and her bugs, commenting breezily, "but what do /I/ know about trundlebugs? I mean, they could have poison pincers that make you break out in itchy red bumps..."

Treneere makes a little choking sound in the back of her throat as she--gullibly--listens to Lis, and promptly falls on her rear.

Hopefully not right in the midst of the bugs, hmm? Lis doesn't bother to hide the smirk at the effects of her words. Impressional people are fun to know. "Just to be safe, though, you might want to climb up on some rocks. I don't think trundlebugs like the sun..."

Treneere looks to the left...and to the right...and did /not/ land in the bugs. Whew. But Lis's continued advice is heeded eagerly. "Really? Oh, good. I know where there are some nice...big...tall rocks. All over. Everywhere. No bugs." If she weren't so young, she might even be speaking with a hugely neurotic tone of voice there. "I'll just go now and, um, get something to eat." She's not scared of the bugs. Honest. "Bye!" And the little girl scrambles toward the lakeshore.

Treneere walks to the Lakeside.

"Bye, Treneere..." Lis watches the girl take off towards the lakeside with a thoroughly bemused expression on her face, patting the back of a sleepy baby Donis with one hand as a snore issues from his berry-garbed form.