The Dragonriders of PernŽ is a trademark, Registered U.S. Patent & Trademark Office, of Anne McCaffrey. This is a recorded session, generated by Harper's Tale MOO on Thursday, November 11th, 1999, for the benefit of members unable to attend. Logged by Pyrene.
Adjusting to Candidacy
Living Caverns
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 Lapis, Kate, Sin, Satu, Ceinwen, Artu, Brannt, Qyvox, Kynance, Cavort, Tangaloor, Nocturno, Bow-Wow, Fandango, Relee, Phin, Yum-Yum, Gawain, Wilt, Zoot, and Kageen.
You see Pooky, Delphin, Bubbly Pie, Kali, Fantastic Triple Layer Bubbly Surprise, Dustina, and Tsunami Banner here.
You notice Tiri asleep here.
Leya, Auri, Rita, and Shahrough are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl Kitchens Inner Caverns Crafting Area
Shahrough says to Auri, "I must go now, but I shall return. Until we meet again."
Rita
Golden brown hair tumbles down her back to her slender waist, blue-green eyes peer out with courage, curiousity and friendship. Her healthily tanned skin shows how much time she spends in the sun, she looks like a good strong worker, agile, quick and strong. She is about average size at 5'3" and 118 lbs.
SHe wears a large light brown tunic and darker brown pants with holes in both knees. She has a leather belt and matching leather boots, her long hair is left flowing to her waist in waves.
She is awake and looks alert.
Rita is 15 Turns, 4 months, and 9 days old.
Blink. Leya watches the goings-on with some interest, and perks up a bit at the mentionings of cookies. She tilts her head up, to scan over the area. Lots of talk of cookies, but no cookies themselves.
Shahrough
Blond wavy hair cascades down her back, arctic blue eyes twinkle against a tanned face. Her upturned nose, high cheekbones, and soft mouth give an impression of a dainty young girl in her prime.
She wears a golden tunic, golden threads flickering in the light. Her headress is a wreath of daisies, her shoes delicate sandals.
She is awake and looks alert.
Shahrough is 16 Turns old.
"Nanrene!" Auri goes flying. A quick goodbye is thrown at Shahrough as she pounces towards her favorite nanny. "Nanrene, nanrene, nanrene!" Wow. She's a avian, she's a dragon, she's....Super
Auri!
Pyrene is tackled and by a brat at that. And her life has changed how? "Auri... Please? It's a little bit early for that... I didn't sleep too well..."
Rita widens her eyes, "Hello! I'm Rita Do you have any bubblies or cookies? Give them to me if you do." She says quite suriously.
Auri pulls a sympathetic face, her bottom lip pouting quite prominently and blue eyes stare melancholy. "Poor Nanrene." She smiles, showing every last little brat tooth. "It's /so/ awfully nice of you to stay in the candi barracks just to keep me company."
Pyrene cocks her head at Rita. "Why should I have bubblies and cookies? I'm not even a nanny anymore... which reminds me, I ought to sort out the rest of those sweetsticks..." She takes a seat, yawning some more and glares at Auri, "Oh, yes. That's /exactly/ what I'm doing. Why else would I abandon my nice /private/ room..."
Auri beams. "Because you love me!" Not a question. "Oh Nanrene, you're the nicest, nicest, most nicer, nicest, most nicest nice nanny in the world!"
Kynance exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Poldhu darts in from the Central Bowl.
Pyrene hmms at Auri and suddenly glances at Ky who streaks out... not so much on orders as to get out of the way of Poldhu who's entering. With great ceremony, Pyrene passes her knot to Pol who cheeps in delight and starts... showing it his appreciation. "I'm /not/ a nanny right now Auri," she insists. "Whatever else happens, I am getting a break from /that/."
In the living caverns of the 'Reaches, a little girl's lip starts a-trembling. "Not...a nanny? You're not a nanny? You don't love me? You don't love me n' the brats?" And the tears follow, predictably. "Why???"
[Auri]
Pyrene may no longer be a nanny but she still has the emergency sweetsticks secreted about her person, and one is duly produced and given to the child. "Now Auri, I love you and the brats as much as ever, maybe more..." which is true enough. "But if D'renn and Thesy say I'm Searched, then I'm going to stay in the candidate barracks until the eggs hatch and not worry about the nurseries at all. It's a break you see." Hopefully a good long one.
Auri brightens immediately as she sticks the sweetstick in her mouth and sucks. "So you'll be my own private nanny? Wow! That's great!" She starts hopping around the caverns singing. "I get my own nanreeeeene, I get my own nanrene!"
Rita pouts, "I don't have my own nanny! Not fair!"
Auri smiles at Rita sympathetically. Yes, I know, say her eyes. It's hard not having your own private nanny. "Um...you can have Nessy-wessy now that I'm not living in her room." Which reminds her... "Ooh! I gotta go change my sheets!"
Pyrene winces at Auri. "Auri, you're a candidate.... I'm not your nanny, er... D'renn is! That's it, D'renn." Heh. "And Rita, why don't you ask Birlon to be your nanny? Or Ness, they're still around... unless they get Searched as well... Still can't believe they took Tyara." Or herself for that matter.
Auri steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.
Auri arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Auri returns, arms full of her quilt and one huge fluffy white pillow. "Nanrene?" says the little girl unseen beneath mounds of bedding. Her voice is muffled. "I can't find the candie dorms. Can you help me? /Please/?"
Rita pouts than suddenly brightens, "/I/ know! AURI can be my nanny!" She says seriously.
Pyrene peers at the walking bedclothes. "Auri, my name's Pyrene... And how on Pern was it easier for you to find the living caverns than the candidate barracks from the nurseries... they're closer you know..." She looks at Rita and shrugs, "If you /really/ want... no skin off my nose..."
Auri looks dangerously on the edge of falling over with that big stack of blanket and pillow in her arms. She sways left, to right, to left again, making strange whimpering noises. "Heeeeeelp!" she squeals, as she finally trips and the bedding goes flying.
Rita nods smugly, "That's my nanny." SHe announces.
Pyrene very helpfully leaps back from the flying bedding--not bad considering she was in a chair to start with. She ends up behind it somehow and eyes the mess. "Auri dear... as candidates we're supposed to clean up the mess. You're not a brat anymore--you can't make it..." Tidy brat to messy candidate? Who knows...
Auri nods, quite in agreement. "Yes. Messes are bad. Messes are icky. Icky is bad." She fold the bedding very nicely, and picks it up, only to fall backwards under the weight. "Heeeelp!" she squeals like a stuck pig. "I'm stuck!"
Rita widens her eyes, her lip quavers, "Auri's not a weyrbrat!!!!!!!!!"
Rita exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Auri finally struggles to her feet, and wavers and wobbles out the door towards the brat cave. She looks at Pyrene, points randomly at a room, and hopes it's the candidate dorms.
[Rather abrupt ending as both Auri and I had to go]
