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 Monday, June 14th 1999 for the benefit of members unable to attend. Logged by Pyrene.
Not all candidates Impress...
[The last RP I did from Italy. It was after this that I finally felt free enough to do what I wanted with Pyrene. The IC time is early morning, a few days after the Hatching. Pyrene meets Khayet who had been left standing (OOCly, Khay was Stand Only). Notice his accent!]
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 Ford, Bundr, Kynance, Kelpie, Lox, Qyvox, Vibo, Maeve, Jazz, Tremeyre, Sirona, Chee, Tierras, Palpatine, Rekatha, Dytez, Lissie, Twitterface, and Rocu.
You see Tray 'o bubblies here.
You notice Cameiron asleep here.
Khayet is here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl Kitchens Inner Caverns Crafting Area
Pyrene trundles yawning into the caverns. Her day starts earlier and earlier. "M'nin'... I think," she essays, wearily flapping a hand in the direction of Khayet. A cosy chair is attained and hands reach for juice and a slice of bread.
Khayet is sitting near to the fire with both feet properly propped. "So they keep tellin' me....G'mornin...." He bows his head slightly.
Pyrene stretches and sips her juice before blinking her eyes into focus on Khayet. She cocks her head idly at him, "You staying here then?" Pause... perhaps that could have been less curt. "You're welcome and stuff, y'know," she tacks on. Morning manners are never the best.
Khayet
Still on the short and thin side, manages to make 5' 7 1/4'' in bare feet. Khayet looks like a lad bit younger than he is, his face is starting to catch his age. His shy disposition generally doesn't help either. Dark aubourn hair sits atop his head in gentle waves, longer in front than in back or the sides. Frequently it hangs in his eyes and has to now be pulled over his collar. From under a rather heavy set of eyelashes, eyes that are dark blue-grey like the sea right before a storm glide about, twinkling with a silent curriosity. The hint of sleepless nights are evidant in umber circles that perpetually haunt his eyes. A sprinkling of sienna freckles dot his face, in contrast with the pale whitish pink of his skin. Despite all this, he holds himself with a silent dignity, even at his tender age. His soft, accented voice has finally settled into a rich baritone that is likely to only deepen and smooth as he grows.
A heavy tunic of a blued grey with a high, mandrin collar and cuffed sleeves sits under a wool jerkin the colour of klah. This heavy cotton trew are slightly faded, one knee patched, but of origonally simmular colour to his jerkin. One would think that in this climate, his feet would be encased in heavy, fur lined boots, but the moment both feet are swaddled in bandages and soft soled slippers that would otherwise fall off the long slender feet. Frequently he dons his sweater, it's origin being the same as his, Mev Cavern Seahold buy the pattern of knots woven into it's front. On his left wrist is a simple, thin bracelet maked of knoted, natural coloured hemp rope. Two lines of beads go down the center, one line burgeondy, the other harper blue. Along with this, a pair of silver hoops now adorn his ear. Perched on Khayet's shoulder is Kageen.
Khayet wears the knot of a Harper Senior Apprentice.
He is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Carrying:
Myscript FlitterTales vol.1
Book of Poetry Kageen
Khayet is 17 Turns, 1 month, and 9 days old.
Khayet takes a sip of his klah before answering, "Tis up ta m'master...After m'feet heal anyways...." Aife's Candidate (former) has gone back to wearing his harpercraft knot. "I've see ya with th' little's, I'm Khayet, if I've managed ta no' intraduce m'self....."
Pyrene grimaces, "Yes, I'm an assistant nanny here... Pyrene. I know you, the kids have been telling me. They're all a bit irritated you didn't impress you know," she winks, "Most of 'em were betting on you. How /are/ the feet. I've not spent much time on the sands myself, but even a few minutes is bad... can't imagine a couple of hours."
Khayet winces when he hears about the kids pulling so strongly for him. "Their healin'....a bi' slower'n th' healers'd like, then agian, I find I canna quite manage ta keep off them...I'll likely be sinin' with the threes and fours this mornin.....I'd'na think enough of them while ou' there.....I stood stock still most o'th' time....."
Pyrene grins, shaking her head in sympathy, "I had an appalling view myself, and couldn't see half of it. Apparently I picked the wrong egg for gold though." She mock-pouts then giggles, "But it was a nice hatching. And now we're back to normal again. Remember, no pranks!" She stretches, obviously looking forward to a few months of peace before the next gold goes up.
Khayet says, "Aye....I'm s'posin' i' was.....No pranks....now there's a pair o'words wha' are music ta m'ears!"
Pyrene nods vigorously, "And everybody else's! Mmm, and spring is coming... which means no more getting buried in snow... You really should stay and see what the weyr's like the rest of the year you know."
Khayet says, "Tis up ta m'master if I stay, er ge' used ta Ista's hea' once again....I've no' r'cevied word as o'ye'.....I should like ta go home though, fer a shor' time......I miss th' rains, oddly e'nough....."
Pyrene laughs, "It'll rain once it's too warm to snow. Great puddles of snowmelt and rain all over the bowl and wet dragons everywhere. It's amazing how such huge creatures can look so pitiful. You're from Ista then? I've been there a couple of times myself... too hot for me. I burn easily too. Reaches is lovely for all it's too cold."
Khayet shakes his head, "Nae, Mev Cavern....I'd lived in Ista though, at th' harper hall there fer nearly four turns b'fore I was searched.....I -think- o'sunlight an start ta pink up.....I understan'.....I think I've jus' gotten used ta i'......th' cold tha' is....."
Pyrene thinks hard, "Mev Cavern..." She peers nearly accusingly at the harper, "That's not a seahold is it?"
Khayet swallows his sip quickly, "I' tis...jus' about half way b'twixt Fort an' South boll Holds...." he smiles prodly, "Half way ta th' back o'b'tween.....M'da's th' Holder there....He was in th' stands, with m'twin....."
Pyrene shudders, "I hate the sea. I was born in a seahold in the middle of nowhere myself. Weyr's a vast improvement, kids and all."
Khayet says, "Which one? We could actually be cousins by marriage....I miss Mev somethin' feirce.....M'family....th' sea....Da's vines...th' beach an' e'erthin'....."
Pyrene shrugs, "I have relations all over Pern's coastline. We probably are... I'm from Kernow... north side of Tillek peninsula. And I have to say that I don't miss it."
Khayet smiles, "M'mam's from Tillek proper an' one o'm'uncle's taken a wife from Kilken, a half days sail from Kernow....
Pyrene nods, "I got dragged to Kilken once. Ugh." She blushes and then explains, "I get seasick." She eyes him flatly--there's absolutely nothing wrong with that, you know.
Khayet is the sympathetic sort, part of why several of the girls from 10 to 13 swoon over him and that accent. "I'm sorry ta hear.....I've ne'er been seasick, bu' if i's like bein hung o'er then I'm glad fer i'. M'no' e'er...well....I'd ne'er wish either on annother soul....."
Pyrene isn't between 10 and 13 anymore but she's always delighted with people who have sympathy for her. "Well, it's why I came here. Not many waves around here you know. Some people here have never even /seen/ the sea." She shakes her head in some amazement and a touch of envy.
Khayet chuckles, "I canno' immagin' livin' like tha'...." Even though he has for the past 6 months. "I've ta admi' though, I'm more fer th' archives than th' decks....more fer th' harp than th' nets....I'm glad tha' ya did, come here tha' is.....tis always nice ta talk ta someone else with sal' in th' veins.....
Pyrene casts a surreptitious glance at the blue veins traced out on her wrist... they don't look any different to anybody else's, but then, she never was cut out for the life of a harper and metaphors. "There's a couple other riders from seaholds here actually... D'renn, I think... and Adora was Searched from Tillek, only she can't even swim." Amazing... even Pyrene learned how to swim. "Ask around, you'll be surprised."
Khayet blinks, "I should've known, by her look.....her turndays righ' close ta mine as well....
Pyrene nods, "And she impressed brown... only the best people impress brown." She tilts her head idly, squinting at the ceiling as she thinks. "Of course, we have a lot of Istans... don't know if you remember the plague up here five or so turns back. I wasn't here then, but they needed a lot of transfers. Lots of Istans came up... They still complain about the cold too." She grins, almost wickedly, "I rather like it myself. The snow's pretty... I hear it doesn't snow much down in Ista?"
Khayet says, "I knew she would....An' I knew Rwyth's egg would hatch brown....." THe words are soft, slightly painful to speak, to hear. "Nae, Five turns ago I was in Mev, in m'harper-uncle's archives preparein' fer my' apprentiship.....Though, th' snow is nice, I doesn'a snow much in Mev....an' no' a'tall in Ista....."
Pyrene looks keenly at him for a moment. "Don't worry about it you know. Lots of people don't impress first time around. Shaela stood before, and look at her. And C'lan stood at Igen before he came here and impressed Alarth. And Taida stood... somewhere. You still got Searched which is more than most and if the dragons liked you once, they might like you again." Her mouth twists ruefully, "Anyway, I hear the weyrling barracks are freezing in winter." Sour grapes are always good, see?
Khayet says, "I knew I wouldn't.....I've dreams what sometimes come true....I knew Shaela'd be th' gold....T'sin'd be bronze....B'sides, I've go' little left ta go towards m'journeyman's kno'....." He yawns, "Ach, well, I'm finally fer bed....."
Pyrene hmms, "Journeyman? Going to give Aife competition?" She's not sure she wants two crazed Jman harpers around the weyr... "Night then... Before everybody else gets up." She waves him off, nestling further into her chair.
Khayet says, "I dunno where I'll be posted to....I'd be more like give'r a hand than compete....." He rises to stand, "If I'm posted er searched again here....."
Pyrene nods and winks, "Well maybe you'll get lucky and be able to stay here. I'll look out for you then."
Khayet grins, hobbling his slow way on, "Why d'I ge' th' feelin tha' I'd be in great trouble if I do? An' much th' same should I no'?"
Pyrene laughs and calls after him, "You're a marked man... our dragons know you now, be afraid." Be very afraid.
Khayet chuckles, "I've been a marked man e'er since Aife pegged me with th' redfrui' more' a turn ago....Have a good day, I'll see ya abou'....."
