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 in May, 1999, for the benefit of members unable to attend. Logged by Pyrene.
Bells and Brats
Living Caverns [you know the desc]
Adora is here.
Pyrene comes in, kids in tow, and makes for the tables. "Now, who wants /rainbow/ bread?" she asks the children encouragingly, with a wink for Adora. Seems like candidate pranks can be useful after all.
Adora is sitting on a bench, ribbons and bells strewn out around her -- she just couldn't bear to throw them in the midden. Hearing a voice, she looks up and grins, waving her own hunk of the colorful bread -- this one a bright shade of red. She goes back to her chore -- sitiching on her candidate's robe.
Rainbow bread's good, but ribbons and bells are better and the children swarm around them. Pyrene picks out a piece of green bread (hoping very much that it /is/ food colouring) and slides opposite to supervise robe-stitching. "Going well?" she asks idly, "Are you going to stick bells on it to attract the hatchlings' attention?"
Adora laughs softly, handing the children some of the bells on the table. "Somehow, I don't see Areiah and R'sli being too happy with me if I did that." Come hatching day, she won't be quite the prankster she is currently. A quick hand swipes at her mug of klah before one of the smaller children can knock it over, and Adora takes a sip of the rescused beverage. "I suppose it's going all right," is the rueful remark as she glancing down at her work. "It's still too long," she mutters.
Pyrene studies the robe for a moment, never having had to worry about the correct length of one before. "Well, that heat'll cause quite an updraft you know, leave it too short and it'll be floating round your ears. There's a couple bronzeriders who might like to see that, but I don't personally." Well, except for the amusement value of course. She watches the kids mess around but makes no effort to stop them. "Was it you who put the bells on the dragons then?" she asks, suddenly curious.
Laughing, Adora sets her mug down out of the way of grasping hands, then holding both of hers up in mock surrender. "I don't deny that I had a part in it," she says, folding her hands together on top of the robe. "And I've been punished appropriately, I assue you," she adds with a wink. Scrubbing dragons after threadfall is worth the fun she had in decorating the dozing, or not-so-dozing, dragons.
Pyrene gives Adora a rather admiring look. "All those dragons? The blues too? Even Wiranth?" she's seriously impressed here.
Adora giggles, nodding. "I didn't do it alone, of course," she says, although she stops there, refusing to say who her fellow decorators were.
Pyrene shakes her head, "Maybe, but still. That took real insanity you know." Assorted curly heads bob from around table height. The weyrbrats rather enjoyed seeing the dragons all decked out.
Adora chuckles. Insanity, huh? "It was fun," is all this candie will say about it. More fun than she had during most of her childhood, anyway. "And what did you all think of Ysbryth?" she queries the small group...don't tell her you haven't seen the painted momma-to-be, either.
The children giggle and push one of their number forward to act as spokesperson. "'ess, was purty..." blushes the little girl, while the others try to use the distraction to steal a few bells and ribbons. Pyrene chuckles softly to herself, "IT was a new look for her, I'll give you that."
Adora notices the disappearence of a few more bows and bells into greedy hands, but doesn't say a word, merely winks at the children. Better them than the midden. "You'd better get a good look at her now," she says softly, leaning in closer to the children in a conspiratoral fashion. "Tess and I have to help Areiah varnish all the talon-polish off this sevenday."
Deftly sliding several bells into pockets (The more intelligent kids stuffing bread or butter into the bells so that they don't tinkle and give them away) the children nod vigorously to the candidate, and glance over at Pyrene. "Can we go to the galleries??" Pyrene groans and shakes her head. "No... please... Can't you go outside and play in the snow or something?" She looks appealingly at Adora, come up with an alternative to hours of egg-gazing and discussing.
Nocturno bursts in from ::between::!
Lox blinks in from ::between::!
Laughing ouright now, Adora's gaze dances over the tousled heads of the children to wink at Pyrene. "When did it snow?" she asks amused. She obviously hasn't been out today; very little things needing to be taken to the midden this time of day. "You know, I haven't been in to see Ysbryth since that night, either..." she adds, an impish grin twitching at her mouth a she tries to avoid the nannies pleading look.
Pyrene chuckles, "Well, it's winter. There's got to be snow somewhere around here. If not in the bowl, there'll be some in the meadow." She grins brightly. Snow is one of the things that Pyrene does in fact like. "Hope you can handle snow, if you're going to be here for the next few months."
Nodding, her two braids bobbing against her shoulder, Adora grins. "Snow doesn't bother me at all," she confesses, winking as she breaks up a struggle between two children tugging on one ribbon. She hands the ribbon in question to one boy, and produces one if the exact same color for the girl. "Actually, I'm more used to snow than the warmth that Tillek showed me." Not that Tillek doesn't get cold in winter too..
Pyrene eyes the ribbon disposal teams warily. "They'd better end up in your hair," she warns, before looking at Adora. "Want to come outside then and help me tire them out a little? They always have far too much energy at this time of day."
Adora nods enthusiastically. "Sure!" she says, polishing off the last of her afternoon red-bread and klah. Maybe all the dragon decorating has gone to her head -- someone enthusiastic about praying with weyrbrats?
Praying? with weyrbrats?
Praying might be a good idea around the weyrbrats actually.
Pyrene straightens, "alright then, kids, coats on and out you get." Chaos erupts as coats are thrown on and argued over. Pyrene struggles into her own before helping or at least shoving children into their winter gear. "Ready?" she enquires of Adora.
Standing and grabbing her own cloak - a little threadbare but serviceable - Adora beams at the little troup. "Where to, gang?" she asks the kids, although her eyes are on Pyrene. The nanny knows where is safe for the kids to play. We hope. "And you all did see the area around the lake, didn't you?" she says, giggling. Another prank, perhaps?
Pyrene cocks her head at Adora as she heads out, "That was you too? My fire lizards got /so/ confused. The bubbles made them sneeze too." Wal chitters grumpy agreement from her shoulder.
Tiberia arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Bundle up 'gainst snow or sun! The bowl is open to seasons' wrath.
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 winter late night. The clouds, while not thick, have settled in. A tiny bit of one of the moons can be seen, but the night is darker than usual with the chill of winter. [editor's note: actually it was noon, but never mind]
Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are Jesse, Nonono, and Cynic.
Brown Azrieth, blue Kyleth, brown Trebinth, and brown Piccath are here.
You see a wagonmaster and Glyph here.
Obvious exits:
Pens Northern Bowl Caverns Ground Weyrs Lakeside
Adora steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.
Adora pants as she catches up with the overly active children, glad her hair is in braids as the wind is being quite cruel today. "Yes, I helped with the lake episode, too," she answers a little belatedly. "We didn't set out to do that, it just sort of happened." SHe shoots the nanny a look. "Tess was gonna help me learn to swim cause you said the water should still be warm." Adora shudders at the thought of the freezing water..'
Pyrene glances around at snowdrifts and dragons, in some cases the former piled up against the latter if it's been a particularly long nap. The children scatter about and snow, predictably, starts flying. Pyrene was expecting it and smoothly slips behind Adora. Candie shields, yeah. "I never said the /lake/ would be warm..." she corrects, absently, "It's the pool up in the meadows that's heated."
Laughing and ducking - opps, did that leave Pyrene open to the flying snowball? - Adora scoops up some snow of her own, looking about for a likely candidate...for snowballs, not dragons! Well, Pyrene is behind her, so that leaves her out...but that child over there -- about 10 different colored ribbons fluttering, she'd make a good smowgirl. "Well, maybe we'll try up there, then, if it's heated," candie says amid flying snow.
The children start getting a little too excited for Pyrene's tastes and she does indeed get splattered with snow. Which provides her with a very good excuse to go inside. "If you could drop them back off at the nursery when you're done with them?" she suggests sweetly, as she escapes. Dump the weyrbrats with the candidates, uh-huh. Why else were they Searched.
