The Dragonriders of Pern® is a trademark, Registered U.S. Patent & Trademark Office, of Anne McCaffrey. This is a recorded session, generated by Harper's Tale MOO on Sunday, July 24th, 1999, for the benefit of members unable to attend. Logged by Pyrene.

Neola is Searched

[Ironically, this was the first actual Search I ever helped out with, for a different Weyr whose Co I wasn't even on. Neola, Jesha and I were mutual friends though. This is a noteworthy log as the first time Pyrene met Auri! And Mhari, if only in passing.]

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 an autumn late night. A chill in the air, a strong wind now steady from the north, and a completely clear, starry sky make for a rare night. With the stars as observers, trails of fire cross the sky, short sparkling paths that last for a moment and then disappear.
Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound is Gunwalloe.
Blue Mrrdynth and bronze Dhavalth are here.
You see a wagonmaster, Umeshi, Arion, and The Great Big Yurt here.
Obvious exits:
Pens Northern Bowl Caverns Ground Weyrs Lakeside

Neola walks in.

Halaith drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.

Halaith
Heaven and earth coalesce in aether across a draconic hide that gleams like newly born stars set in emerald: clarity vies with the possibility of shifting tourmaline, weaving colors which seem to refract any light. Her neckridges rise as if cut from crystal, their edges perfectly even along supple spine, while lanky muscle ripples like wind through silk over her curvacious shoulders and sultry, sturdy rump. Above, jewel-tones mote the fragile-seeming luminescence of wings and sail, a thousand stories unfurling in a thousand tails of green, sharp spars bracing.
Thick, wide straps cover the length of emerald wisped shoulders' strength as the awl-punched holes seem at a comfortable position. Silver threads intertwine with emerald green dyed leather as it weaves with presision and care down through ovine-fur padding, keeping the silken hide from chaffing beneath. Triple-stitches make the straps secure where the most strain is placed on the leathers; crossing each other in acute accuracy.
Enthralled by one of Halaith's stories is Sita.
Halaith is 1 Turn and 8 days old.
She is 18 meters long, with a wingspan of 30 meters.
Halaith seems to be listening.

Comfortably ensconced between the neckridges of Halaith, Sita readies herself, unstrapping her straps and sliding down that emerald green hide, but making sure to remember to check her lifemate's hide. "Hey Pyrene!" Neola is offered a wave, and a "hello!"

Halaith obediantly stretches one perfect leg so that Sita can scoot down, careful to make sure to show the perfection of her glimmering hide.

Pyrene waves to Sita and Halaith and points up at the sky idly, "What's that, Sita, Nee?" Where's a starcrafter when you need one?

Sita peers up at the sky, grey eyes following Pyrene's point, then shrugs, "I don't know?" She hopes they're not thread, but why would it leave trails?

Saring walks in.

Neola's eyes widen slightly as she watches familiar green wink out of between and then land not too far from them. "Hullo!" She calls out, eyes sliding from green to rider briefly, then back to the green. Yeah.. She's transfixed. Can'tcha tell? She likes greens. 'Specially that one, "She's purty." She says finally, looking to rider and grinning, "She likes cookies too." Well, yeah. That should be obvious. I mean, she is the rider, right? Should know those things. "She's nice."

Sita grins, "Thank you.." she says to Neola.

Pyrene perches on a rock, gradually acquiring a crick in her neck as she puzzles over it, "It's pretty whatever it is." She uncranes her neck to look at Sita, wincing slightly before smiling at her, "So I hear Halaith and her clutchmates had their first turnday." Eyes dance fondly as she turns to wave at Saring.

Sita goes home.

Saring says, "Hi."

Saring
Saring is pretty for her age(4' 2 1/2) and he She has narrow sparkling ice blue eyes, a small nose, narrow ice blue lips, tan skin, a young thin strong body and brown hair that comes down to her knees. She is wearing a blue dress and knee high leather boots.
Saring wears Saring's Listening Tube around her neck.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 5 minutes.
Saring is 5 Turns, 8 months, and 21 days old.

Halaith goes home.

Pyrene cocks her head down at the little girl... she doesn't recognise her, "Heya, sweetie," (she's in a good mood tonight apparently) "Where'd you come from?"

"They're already a turn old?!" Neola asks, tone taking on a note of surprise as she turns back to Pyrene, "Already? But, didn't they just hatch?" Seems it to her. Strange. "Wow.." She mumurs, then turning eyes to the sky to see just what is the cause of interest in everyone else. "Oh. What is that? Its pretty. The sky.."

Saring says, "hmm."

Pyrene nods, looking back at the sky for a moment, "Isn't it? Prettier than dragons... But I don't know what it is." She settles down on a rock and grins sweetly at Nee, "Did you take good care of the under 5's for me then?" She holds out a sweetstick to Saring gently, "Want to eat this? Where'd you come from?"

Saring says, "yes.?"

Saring says, "home."

Pyrene gives the sweetstick Saring, "It's yellowfruit flavour." she tells her. "Where's home?"

Kyavan steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Saring says, "Here."

Neola blinks as she notices something new, something.. A sweetstick? Whats that? "Whats that?" She asks softly, curious but nodding in agreement with Pyrene's words, "Yeah, it is pretty. Very. I dunno about prettier then dragons though. Dragons are very pretty too."

Pyrene waves idly to Kyavan as he steps out. "Now that's something new, I'm surrounded by brats..." she murmurs. She laughs at Neola's glance, "Would little Nee like a sweetstick too? I've got a couple of spare ones on me..." eternally ready to bribe children she is, but maybe she'll let you have them for nothing tonight. "Want one Ky? And yeah, Nee, it is prettier than some dragons... not others though. I dunno..."

Kyavan saunters out from the caverns, pockets stuffed with his hands as he lifts a single eyebrow and wonders what he wandered out to. "Want one'a what?" he wonders, wandering over.

Pyrene waves the sweetsticks idly, "Sweetsticks. And then you can tell us what's up with the sky." Because Ky's bound to know.

"A sweetstick? Whats that?" Neola asks, genuinely curious, never having seen one of those before. Bubblies, yes, cookies, yes, but sweetsticks? Thats a new one.. "Are they good?" Kyavan is noticed out of the corner of her eye and she just about bounces, "Kyva!" She calls out, happy as always to see him. Yeah, her best friend. Yep, he is. "Come and join us? Have you ever had a sweetstick? Are they good?"

Kyavan's smile brightens into a grin as he shakes his head. "No, what're they?" he wonders in high-country drawl he so often slips into, quirking an eyebrow towards the nanny. "What's up with the sky?"

Pyrene shrugs, "It's a sweetstick Nee. It's a small stick that's sweet. Hence the name. I should think they're good, you seem to like anything sweet." Pyrene has apparently forgotten her resolution to try and cut down Neola's sugar intake before bedtime. At Ky's question she points up, "There's all these pretty trails and stuff, see?"

Saring says, "how are all of you?"

Kyavan looks up, taking glance at the sky and then grinning. "Oh, seen those before, when out watchin m'father's sheep." he grins before shrugging. "Dunno anything 'bout them tho." he says with a slightly clueless look. "cept I think it's purdy." eyes turn towards the sweetsticks instead. "Can I try one?"

"Oh.. Kin I have one?" Neola asks, eyeing those new treats eagerly, wanting badly to taste one now. Especially if they're as sweet as they sound. As sweet as Pyrene makes them out to be, "Are they better then bubblies? And cookies? What kinds are there? Are there different flavours?" Yep, Nee and her endless questions. Eyes flick over to Kyva briefly to ask, "You've never had one either? Really?" Good. She's not the only one then. "I dunno, but the skys purty tonight. I like it. Whatever it is. Now.. Can I try a sweetstick?" She asks, turning attention all on Pyrene, "Please?"

Pyrene obligingly passes the sweetsticks to all three children, "These are yellowfruit flavour. I've got some berry ones back in my room... I'm just fine," she adds to Saring, leaning back against the bowl-side. "My name's Pyrene, what's yours?"

Saendi steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Saring says, "me? Im saring."

Saring looks at saendi.

Saendi skips out happily with a cookie in one hand and a redfruit in the other. "Hi, Nee! Hi, Saring!" Kyavan looks unfamiliar... sort of... or has she seen him before? No matter, he gets a hi, too. "Hi, there!" She drops onto the ground and munches a cookie with relish. (OOC: not the pickles, the /way/...;P) Pyrene is ignored for reasons left unsaid.

Kyavan shrugs at Neola and grins, "Ne're had a lot a sweets back at t'cothold." he admits, bangs hanging down into his face as he tosses his head to get them out of the way. Besides, whatever Neola likes has to be good. He turns a wave towards Saendi s'well.

Saring says, "How are you saendi?"

Pyrene isn't too fussed about being ignored. She'll just eat the last sweetstick herself. Which is, naturally, redfruit. Licking it as daintily as possible to avoid getting sticky, she eyes Saendi carefully, "You look.... enthusiastic... What have you done?" Pyrene? Paranoid? Well, the words aren't quite synonymous yet....

Neola oohs and giggles as she gets one of the desired sweetsticks, eyes going to it, inspecting it at first before bringing it to her mouth to experimentally taste it, "Ooh.. Its good! Sweet!" Little Brat's eyes widening a little in surprise before turning back to Kyva, "Well, I only had cookies mostly. Never sweetsticks. Do you like it?" She asks curiously, waiting for him to try it as well to see his reaction, "Its good and sweet." Eyes go up to Pyrene, almost pleading, "Do you have any more? Where do you get em? The sweetsticks?"

Theo walks in.

Theo
Theo shines with vibrance and enthusiasm. A pair of reckless green eyes are set in an angular face framed by a halo of red hair. Her lips are in a small half-smile, as if knowing a joke nobody else knows. Her slight body is of medium hight, and she has a delicate bone structure. She is wearing a green tunic that offsets her eyes, and a pair of knee-high boots.
She is awake and looks alert.
Theo is 19 Turns, 8 months, and 7 days old.

Enthusiastic? Why, is that /wrong/ or something? Saendi blinks at Pyrene, not quite understanding. She munches her nice, fresh, crisp redfruit ;) and just-out-of-the-oven cookie, alternating bites. She snickers at Pyrene. Think you can make me jealous, eh? She giggles. "I didn't do nothing!"

Kyavan looks it over and then gives the sweetstick a lick, tasting it and then grinning as he sticks it in his mouth, poking it in his cheek and nibbling on it much like a long blade of grass or some such. "S'good." he grins, delighted, eyes lighting up.Yup, NeeNee's definately got good taste.

Theo grins cheerfully."Hi Saendi."

Saendi grins right back, crinkling up her face. "Hi, there, Theo!" She eyes her friend from head to toe. Good, good. Still looking okay. ;)

Pyrene laughs at Neola and taps her nose. "Trade secret, Neola dear. Rest assured though, I have a constant supply of them." That's it, keep quiet on the source... they'll let you live as long as they have use for you. She hmms at Saendi, "Good. You know what I told you about gold dragons only choosing people who behave." Pyrene knows where to get cookies too, she'll not be jealous.

Saring says, "still looking?"

Saendi sighs. She forgot to behave yesterday. But that's okay. No worries, Pyrene won't ever know. She shuffles her feet uncomfortably, but says nothing.

Neola wrinkles her nose up and sniffs as she gets that little tap on the nose, "A constant supply of them? In your room?" Ooh! Sounds like raid time to her.. But, we'll see. "You like it too Kyva?" She asks, turning interested gaze to him, then grinning. Good, very good. And maybe she'll have a partner now too, to find more of them. "What other flavors are there? What kinds do they make? An how are they made?" She asks, waiting for Pyrene's answer to her nearly endless questions. Oh yeah, she wants to know. They're good, very good, and she wants to know. "Are they easy to make too?"

Kyavan nods quietly, sucking on the sweetstick. Yup, he likes 'em, verra much so. Still, he's learned... Let Neola ask the questions and listen well.

Halaith meanders in from the north.

Saendi suddenly has an insatiable desire to have one of those sweetsticks. "Mmm..." she mumbles from her crouch on the floor. Picking up a twig, she begins to draw some funny stick figures... Hey... that funny-looking one over there... is that P-y-r-e-n-e written under it? Nah... couldn't be. After all, Endi just /looooves/ Pyrene, don't she? She looks up at a familiar, slightly heavy step, and shouts joyously, "Halaith! Hi, there, d'ya remember me, Saendi?"

Pyrene narrows her eyes at Neola and the others. "I'll obviously have to move them from my room... don't even think about raiding it, it's firelizard guarded, and they're very good at scratching invaders on our territory. I have no idea how they're made Nee, I'm not a chef." She looks almost imploringly at Sita and Halaith as they reappear. Help!

Comfortably ensconced between the neckridges of Halaith, Sita grins and waves from atop her lifemate, "Hey Pyrene!" Not knowing or remembering everyone else, she just waves and offers a short, but sweet, "Hello!" Eyeing Pyrene, she dismounts, making sure to chekc her straps before doing anything. "Whatcha up too?"

Halaith obediantly stretches one perfect leg so that Sita can scoot down, careful to make sure to show the perfection of her glimmering hide.

Mrrdynth watches Saendi studiously scratching designs in the dirt. Interesting. And then... a familiar scent. Is that his clutchmate? He looks up from his musings to rumble politely at Halaith.

Saring falls asleep.
Saring has disconnected.

Neola snorts a little and grins, "Firelizard guarded? By who? Pol and Wal?" She asks, sniggering ever so softly. Oh yeah.. They're easy to get by. They're bribeable. "Well, if'n you tell me where to get more sweetsticks, we wouldn't bother with it." She adds, grinning as she spots dragon and rider, giving them both a little wave as well, "Hullo!" She calls out, then grins, tilting her head to the side slightly as eyes go to rider, "Do you know where to get sweetsticks? Or how to make them? Huh?"

Halaith rumbles back, settling her great emerald form comfortably onto the warmest spot. Giving the humans a mere glance she turns back to Mrrdynth, eyes whirling slowly, contently.

Sita turns to the little girl, shaking her head, "No.. I don't know where to get sweetstickes.." or what they are, even. Plopping down so that she's leaning right up against Halaith's forleg, she settles herself comfortably and eyes the crowd.

Pyrene glances over to Mrrdynth, startled. She hadn't realised he was awake. She edges away from him a little, trying to cover it with a stretch. "Nee, have you /ever/ tried to bribe Pol and Wal to get into my room when they're guarding it? Remember when Felstirp had that scratch on his face a couple of months ago. He tried to get past them with a meatroll. Besides, my bronze is old enough to guard now too." Those territorial instincts of there's really do come in handy.

Mrrdynth looks at Halaith's rider too. This one is... Sita. He examines her with great, whirling eyes for many moments before noticing a slight, backing-off motion to his side. He lowers his head to snuffle at Pyrene. >;)

Kyavan just continues to suck on his sweetstick, watchin and a listenin and a hummin as well.

Pyrene holds herself still with an effort and blows back at Mrrdynth. "Shift your great head, I'm trying to watch these brats..." she says, going with the 'use a firm, clear voice' method. She's avoided the latest blues thus far, so for all she knows, this is as likely to work as any other.

Neola just shrugs and frowns, almost pouting but not quite. Darn. She gets introduced to a new good thing, and now doesn't know how to get more or anything. Torture! Thats what it is, torture! "Sweetsticks are good though. How am I suppose'ta get more then? Huh?" She asks, looking to Pyrene now and scowling slightly. Ah well, where there's a will, theres a way. And she knows it, "Yeah, I 'member. But Felstirp didn't do it right.. And doesn't have Cav." She points out, then shrugs again, "I'll jus have to figure out how to make em myself. Thats all. Somehow. Right Kyva? You'll help me, right?"

Mrrdynth sniffles a little at Pyrene and then turns to Neola, sniffing her up and down too. Interesting, very interesting. He lays his head on the ground right between Pyrene and the Brats. So I can /see/ you better, m'dear.

Kyavan chuckles and watches Mrrdynth and then scoots closer towards Neola, mumbling towards her, a question about Sweetsticks by the sounds of it.

Pyrene nervously pulls her legs beneath her--because it's a more comfortable position, nothing to with the fact that they were far too close to Mrrdynth's face. At least it's not his tail end. Last thing she needs is another Erranth. "Pol and Wal definitely won't stand for Cav in my room. He's brown..." she points out to Neola.

Saendi wakes up from her drawing trance, tosses the twig on the ground, and smushes out the pictures with the heel of her boot. "What? Cav, brown? Pol... Wal...?" She blinks continuously, trying to recall bits and pieces of the conversation going on. "Why won't they like Cav, Pyrene?" she tugs on Pyrene's sleeve.

Neola giggles and oohs as she notices Mrrdynth sniffling her, "Oh, hullo!" She calls out, waving to the blue head oh so close to her. Unlike Pyrene, she actually likes blues. Most of her friends are blue dragons too. Then again, alot of her friends are dragons, period. People don't seem to be able to stand Nee for too long.. Gee. Wonder why that is? Attention flicks to Kyva though as she notices him near her and catches his whisper, "Oh, yeah.. That would be good. We'd haveta look for it though." She adds thoughtfully, "Would you help?"

Pyrene takes Endi's arm, comfortingly, "Pol and Wal are blues, you see, Endi. They're jealous of browns like Cav." That's how she sees it anyway, although it may be noted that at this point, both Wal and Pol give outraged chirps. Pyrene doesn't notice, too busy looking suspiciously at Nee and Kyva. She's not psychic, but she's fairly sure they're plotting something....

Sita sits up from her mini-nap, and blinks. Hmm.. musta fallen asleep.

Kyavan grins and nods. "'Course." he agrees... 'cides, what ya can't find, ya make up, right?

Mrrdynth blinks slowly and thoughtfully at Pyrene. His tail twitches with amusement when he senses her fear of blue dragons. That, and the fact that she seems more afraid of his tail than his head. He grins a dragon-grin, showing his teeth. (All the better to scare you with, m'dear.) Finally, stretching, he gets up and turns a perfect 180 degrees so that his tail end is now facing Pyrene. Now what will her reaction be this time...?

Cray chirps brightly at Pyrene. Hey, hey, I'm a green over here...!

Sita stretches and eyes halaith, "Hmm.. I'm thinking of a ride.." Patting Halaith, she stands, eyeing the crowd, wondering what they're up too.

Pyrene just /looks/ at Mrrdynth. If Pern has conspiracy theories, Pyrene's subscribing to a few of them right /now/. At Cray's chirp, she just sends over an affectionate grin. She doesn't mind greens, but Wal and Pol would probably be more interested. "You're flying Halaith between and everything now, aren't you Sita?"

Neola giggles softly as she agrees with Kyva, "Yeah, thats right. Sounds like fun too, we could do that then." She mumurs, giggling again and just grinning as she turns to Pyrene, "Whats wrong with Cav? He's good.. And won't hurt your little blues." She adds, turning gaze now to blue dragon, watching on amused as he starts moving about. Yeah.. Fun! She's heard about blue dragons and what they can do with their tails. Maybe Mrrdynth will show her? Maybe?

Auri walks in.

Sita giggles, "Yah, we learned how to fly between.. it's fun!" She beams happily, giving her lifemate a warm glance.

Auri grins at everyone in the room ceremoniously. "Hi everyone!"

Auri
You are looking at the very epitome of innocence. The round, chubby face in front of you is surrounded by locks of gold curls. A pair of huge, liquid blue eyes take up half her face, then give way to pink,full lips , and rosy cheeks. She has only one dimple, on her right cheek which gives her a sweet,lopsided look when she smiles her wide smile. When happy, her face is full of sunshine, but the site of her unhappy is heartwrenching. She is small of stature, and a bit on the plump side. Her favorite color? Pink! She is wearing a pastel pink dress sprinkled with little white flowers. Her gold curls are held above her head with a huge pink bow. The only clothing on her not pink are her miniature black weyrhide boots which she keeps spotless.
Her clothing sums up her personality: pert, naive, and sweet. Perched on Auri's shoulder is Tirone.
She is awake and looks alert.
Auri is 10 Turns old.

Theo looks down at Auri. "Oh. Hello there."

Auri skips up to Saendi. "Hi! I'm Auri! Will you be my friend?"

Theo walks out.

Saendi immediately turns from glaring uselessly at Pyrene to look at the little girl. "Hi, there, I'm Saendi. Y'can call me Endi, too. Who're you?"

Auri says, "I'm Auri! Y'can call me whatever you want!"

Pyrene peers down at Auri. Another one! "Hi..." she says a little warily, maybe she should send a lizard for some more sweetsticks. Something to keep all thesse kids occupied.

Majicke appears from ::Between:: with glittering wings upswept

Auri grins a huge grin at Pyrene "Hello! What's your name?"

Pyrene grins a nervous grin back at Auri, "I'm Pyrene... the nanny. Are... are you new here?" Is she supposed to be responsible for you now?

Sita falls asleep.
Sita has disconnected.

Auri nods happily."Yup! Do you wanna be my friend?"

Pyrene ahhs nervously, "Well, I suppose I'll have to be, if I'm your nanny. To an extent... Where're you from originally?"

Auri thinks a moment then answers Pyrene "Origi...Originally? Benden."

Nikita steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Pyrene beams and hauls Neola into the verbal fray. Come on and be a good nanny's little helper. "Really? Neola here's from Benden. You were from the weyr, weren't you Nee? I expect you two have a lot of friends." She looks round with a start as somebody else steps outside. All these kids're making her jumpy.

Neola blinks suddenly and shifts attention to Auri, "Benden? Benden Weyr?" She asks, tone taking on a hopeful note, almost. "I was from there. From Benden.." She adds, waiting for a response or something from the new kidlet, "Or are you from the Hold? You're new here? I don't think I've seen yous before."

Bundr steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Auri smiles at Neola "I was from the Hold. And yup! I'm new here."

"Oh, okay." Neola replies, nodding and frowning just a little, "Ever been up to the Weyr then? Benden? My ma and da are there. I haven't heard from them in awhile." She adds, letting out a soft sigh, one she hopes no one else noticed and turns to Pyrene again, "Yeah. The Weyr. Ma and da are riders there."

Auri says, "Your ma and da are riders? Like dragons?""

Saendi grins at Auri. "You're a Holdergirl, too, are ya'?" She sighs contentedly. For goodness sakes, these brat friends of hers are /all/ Weyrbred. She scooches a bit closer to Auri. "Do y'like draggies? 'Sat why y'came here?" She looks up and smiles innocently at the three dragons sittin' 'round.

Auri gasps as her eyes widen visibly. "D...d...draggies?

Neola nods silently at the question, "Riders. With big big dragons." She says softly, frowning just a little and tilting her head to the side, "Something wrong with that?" She asks, just catching the slightest bit of surprise in the other girls voice, or what she thinks is surprise and turning almost defensive, "My ma's Lissene and my da's N'tran. Do you know them?"

Auri shakes her head "Nope" at Neola's question as she continues staring at the dragons in awe.

Saendi plops down on the ground, giggling. "Yah, draggies! Didn'tcha' see'm?" She hands Auri a cookie. Maybe that'll make her feel more comfy. It always works with /her/ anyway. Cookies and redfruit.

Pyrene finally decides that she's had enough. Escape from kidlings would be nice. The younger ones anyway. "Nee, hon... you know I said that we were short-staffed? Mind if we have a little chat about this in private?" She puts an oh-so friendly arm around the younger girl's shoulders and steers her lakewards.

You go to the Beach.

Beach
Ancient dunes have been flattened by the endless parade of people and dragons that tramp northwest across the bowl, leaving a mere skiff of sand here along lake's beaten edge. Footprints litter the curve of beach, some left turns ago and caught frozen in the heavy clay earth near the water's edge. As the sun sets, shadows invade, creeping like fingers across the gently sloping ground and darkening the distant ledges on the far side of the lake.
To the north, dust rises from the redolent pens while the flattened disc of the main bowl is just a step to the northwest.
It is an autumn late night. A chill in the air, a strong wind now steady from the north, and a completely clear, starry sky make for a rare night. With the stars as observers, trails of fire cross the sky, short sparkling paths that last for a moment and then disappear.
To the north, you see Siulth.
Darting here and there is Cynin.
You see Glyph here.
Obvious exits:
Stables Feeding Pens Central Bowl Lake

Gunwalloe arrows in from the Central Bowl.

Neola scampers in from the Central Bowl.

You call to Gunwalloe, who flies over and pounces on your shoulder.

Neola brushs off Cavort, who cheeps in surprise and stumble-hops from her shoulder.

Cavort tumbles through the air to the Central Bowl.

Pyrene shivers slightly in the autumn night. "Getting colder already. Ugh. It'll probably be snowing in a few weeks." Exagerrations, but hey! That's normal for her. "Anyway, Nee... about this morning..."

Sindiath clatters down from above.

Sindiath drops down from her ledge, winging her way to the lake's beach and settling onto the gravelly area, wings tucking neatly to not decapitate anyone....after she sees them. Sen peers thorugh the darkness, frowning slightly "Pyrene? Is that you? It's late.....isn't it?" She's not sure, see.

Pyrene jumps, nearly stumbling into the water. Dragon eek! No, wait, it's green not blue.. "Sen... could you give a bit of warning next time?" she asks, stepping away from the water just in case Sindiath's been talking to Erranth. "It's me and Nee," she says ungrammatically, "We were just having a little chat... What're you doing out this late?"

Kyavan walks in from the Central Bowl.

Kyavan was really lookin for the herdbeasties... too bad the boy has no sense of direction. Oops?

Neola giggles and hops up when she notices another familiar figure in the darkness. A brat! Alright.. Some help! "Kyva?" She calls out, waving a hand to motion him over, "Izat you?" She asks, then nods to Pyrene, then to Sen when she notices her too. Hard to see in the dark, right? "Yeah. We're just chatting here.. I think."

Cray clatters down from above.

"Yup." comes laxidaizal answer from the wandering, lost-again Kyva. Big weyr, country boy... don't mix well, so over he wanders. "S'me."

Pyrene nods, shivering. "I need Nee to watch the brats for me tomorrow again... I'll give you sweetsticks Nee?" she suggests hopefully. And shivers again. "Shells, it's cold this autumn... I want to go some place warm..." Idea is planted and she peers craftily at Sen, "You're not doing anything right now, are you?"

From the gracefully flowing lines of Sin's green neck, Sen looks offended at Pyrene's earlier comment, sliding down Sindiath's side "Actually, I was going to swim...but there are too many people here to do it now." she grumbles. She skinny dips. Eyes blink, peering through the darkness, suddenly suspicious "Why do you want to know if I'm busy?" That usually means a) work, or b) a favor. Which is it?

Kyavan looks frome one to 'tother and then to Neola and shrugs, adding in a grin. "That sweetstick was purdy good." he randomly offers, still back on that subject and all.

That depends on how much Sen likes Pyrene. "Sin could take us somewhere warm," she suggests in her best wheedling tone. "I bet she'd like that too... a nice warm place somewhere out of this cold wind. I'll give you a sweetstick?" That seems to have worked thus far tonight. Besides she negotiates better when her brain isn't frozen, and she's got a feeling that Nee's going to require some pretty heavy negotiations to take the brats on again.

"Watch the under-fives? /Again/? I thought you sai- Ooh. Sweetsticks? What kinds? And how many?" Neola asks, clearly interested this time. Yeah, sweetsticks are good. Very good. "How long this time? Just the morning again?"

From the gracefully flowing lines of Sin's green neck, Sen shrugs, leaning back on said Sindiath "She's not a personal transport" is commented with disgruntlement, "And I happen to like a nice stiff breeze when I swim. Then I go warm up in front of a nice fire, read a book, drink a bit of wine, and sleep like a babe." She grins "Heat makes me break out in a rash. I'm a redhead, you know." She frowns suddenly, glaring at Sindiath with all the petulance of one of those weyr brats "Oh, no. We aren't giving any rides.." she mutters, then begins a short mental argument with the green.

Pyrene grins delightedly at Neola, "Oh, lots and all sorts of flavours... It'll be for the whole day this time of course..." she gets that last out quickly, before turning to watch Sen and her green. She snickers. She knows all too well that Sindiath can be soft touch even if Sen's a lost case. "You said yourself you weren't swimming." She points out innocently.

Kyavan perks up and smiles. "Me too?" he asks hopefully, looking over towards Pyrene with hope bright in those clear eyes of his.

Pyrene peers at Kya, "You want to look after the brats, or be looked after by Neola? Hmm, come to think of it, maybe you should watch her. I'm not sure if it's fair to have Tiberia do it all the time." She winks sweetly at Neola. A sweet wink may be hard to achieve, but Pyrene manages it nonetheless.

"Act'ualy." Kyva says with covered giggle. "I's hopin about the sweetsticks?" he notes, shifting from one foot to t'other.

Saendi skips in from the Central Bowl.

From the gracefully flowing lines of Sin's green neck, Sen glares at the green, and then includes Pyrene in that gimlet stare "Fine. Sindiath says she wants to go" she is almost pouting, the maturity of motherhood not seen at the moment. "But you'll have to find another ride back." She looks over at the other two. "These coming as well?" she wonders. "Because if they are, no sweetsticks. Sindiath is freshly oiled, and I don't want to have to do it again...or wipe sticky hand prints off of the straps..."

Saendi rushes in, excited, but then sighs at Sen's words. "Hmph. Guess I'm not gettin' a ride." she turns around and sits in the mud, 'forgetting' to say hi to Sen.

"How about Kyva helps me? So we can both have sweetsticks?" Neola suggests, looking to Pyrene at that, then turning to Sen, eyes widening a little. What? Ride? Really? Ooh.. "A ride? We gets to go on a ride? To where?" She asks, curious as ever, then turning to Pyrene, "Alright, I'll watch the brats for you. All day, so long as I get sweetsticks. And Kyva does too. He likes em too. Alright?"

Pyrene shudders at the thought. "No, Nee can come... we need to finalise arrangements but I'm not even on duty tonight!" Can't a poor hardworking nanny get a break? As for the ride back, Pyrene isn't sure she wants one.

From the gracefully flowing lines of Sin's green neck, Sen just shrugs "All who are coming, get on. Know how to mount up?" she moves aside, revealing Sindiath's obliging forelimb. Her dragon is a sucker for the young, it seems. "And let's not take all day. Gonna hit the sack if I can't get my swim." Place is like a gather, now.

Saendi sighs. Nope, no ride. She munches contemplatively on a redfruit, watching Pyrene mount the green. Grr...

You step gently onto Sindiath's proffered limb with a smile of thanks, sighing at the feel of the soft hide beneath your hands as you slip between the gracefully flowing neckridges.

Sindiath [Beach]
Muted, maple-green lingers across dainty headknobs and trickles down her narrow muzzle; beneath, brighter jade gives way slowly to the more passionate colors of autumn as pale gold and the merest hints of blazing red streak down her softly muscled body and gently sloping tail. Forests of dark shadows sneak out from the curve of her wings, lightening into a smokey grey at spar and pinions; transparent sails fan delicately from arched bone, displaying leaden colors as they blend into a soft, hazy flame along wings' trailing edges. Despite the apparent fragility of form, in her eyes and demeanor reside a strength and clarity seen in but a few, passions displayed only in the rare patches of hide where her true nature breaks through. Adding to the impression of fall is the elusive hint of alfalfa that mingles with Sindiath's musky dragons scent, residual aroma from the oil Sen uses to keep her hide soft and smooth.
Bright yellow against the muted green of Sindiath's neck, the straps that swoop around neck and belly glow with color. Large brass buckles rest against either side of the dragon, two on the neck strap, two on the belly strap, allowing for additional room as Sindiath grows.
Admiring the view from Sindiath's neck is Sen.
Sindiath seems to be listening.

Kyavan looks up aft the dragon and then back t'wards the trails, remembering what he was going to go do. 'Cides, he's not one for travlin, least not when ridin can get one there instead of flying. He finds a way to duck out of the scene, back towards the pens, he'll find them again somehow.

Kyavan walks to the Feeding Pens.

Neola uses Sindiath's proffered forelimb to facilitate mounting and gets all nice and comfy between graceful neckridges.

Kicking up sand, you leap into flight.

Above the Lake
A panorama unfolds beneath: the bowl beaten flat as it curves out from the lake's chalky waters, dusky earth 'neath the endless stretch of sky above before the Weyr's spindles break the view. Milky blue-green waters swirl below, tempering the 'lizard filled air with gentle thermals that flow and eddy through the Walls' many cracks and crevices. Scattered ledges mark the nearby rocks, endless layers of Weyrs tucked into the wall as it sweeps right up to the Star Stones high above.
It is an autumn before dawn.
Obvious exits:
Sky Beach Above the Pens Lake Above the Bowl Ledges

Up up up and away! Flying out of the very caldera itself.

Above High Reaches
Quite, quite high, nothing braves these heights but stone and dragon and cloud; the Star Stones jut dutifully above the Weyr proper, flayed by the mountain winds that are consistant at this altitude whilst the rest spreads below, protected by its crown of jagged stone spires'-teeth.
It is an autumn before dawn.
Gliding around is Orito.
Obvious exits:
Weyr Over the Mountains Star Stones

Sindiath sweeps long wings to rise high, hovering over the lake as she waits for the envisioning, her breath wafting back warmly to surround her riders in a swirling mist.

Pyrene shivers against the cold wind, but just thanks her lucky stars that it's not Wiranth. Sindiath's a much smoother ride.

Sindiath , with her usual calm demeanor, disappears into the blackness of ::between::!

:::BETWEEN!:::
You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::... absolute darkness surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you... you wait, and count...
Black...
Blacker...
Blackest...

Above Ista Weyr
You fly high above Ista Weyr, its five-pointed rim yawning up at you like a gaping maw in the landscape below. You are probably more than two thousand feet in the air now, and the ground of the Weyr Bowl seems VERY far below now. To the northeast, the central mountain ridge of the Island rises into the sky, although the ridgeline doesn't appear to be that much taller than the Weyr itself. East, a forested valley slopes away towards Blacksands hold. North lies Silver Forest.
It is an autumn before dawn.
Gliding around is Maguire.
Bronze Versalth is here.

Sindiath wasn't here, now she is, bringing with her a hint of the frozen void of ::between::!

You fly down.

Sky High Over Central Bowl
Thermal updrafts carry you easily over the Ista Weyr bowl. The warm sea breeze blows in from the ocean to the west, filling the bowl with whirling air currents. Towering above you, the five pointed pinnacles of the Weyr Rim reach skyward in an impressive display. The Weyr bowl stretches away to the northeast and southeast, and to the west lies the plateau, beaches, and ocean.
It is an autumn before dawn.

You fold your wings a little and descend.

Sky over Central Bowl
Ista heat breeds whirling, swirling, dragon-tossing thermals that send you up over the bowl and off towards the east. Here, beneath the towering pinnacles of the Weyr's jagged rim, ledges dot the cliffside and tier down to the hatching grounds to southeast just beyond queen's weyrs and living cavern, and to the northeast the weyrling barracks and training ground are made of hard pounded earth and ash-pits
Gliding around are Shalott and Tevye.

You glide down for a landing.

Central Bowl
You stand in the center of the Ista Weyr bowl. You feel small as you crane your neck to look into the sky, at the towering five pinnacles of the Weyr rim, so tall they seem to reach into the clouds. The bowl floor slopes gently upward to the southeast, where various tunnels lead to the hatching grounds, ground weyrs, and living caverns. Across the bowl to the northeast are the weyrling barracks and training grounds. You can see the Weyr's artificial waterfall as it sheets down along the northern wall of the Bowl, its pool concealed at the base of the bowl by an ethereal cloud of mist. West, the entire wall of the bowl has been blown out by some long-distant eruption, and you can see clear out to the ocean from here. The view is breathtaking.
It is an autumn before dawn.
You see Spirit here.

Jesha walks in from the Southeastern Bowl.

You search with your foot, finding Sindiath's helpful forelimb with ease, and jump with an agile leap to the ground.

From the gracefully flowing lines of Sin's green neck, Sen looks back at her passengers, waving a hand "Ugh....I'm hot already. Get down, would you? Got have a great time. Get someone else....like Jesha there, to bring you back." She haves a hand at the arriving rider. "I'm going to find a nice mountain lake to freeze myself in." She knows just the one, too.

Sindiath has a forelimb ready and waiting, calm eyes whirling as she watches Neola step down to land with a soft *thump* on the ground.

Pyrene sighs and stretches. That's better... "Now, Nee, you're doing such a good job with the kids that...
OOC: Pyrene pokes her enter key. Stop that.

"NeolaSenPyrene!!!!" A loud shout and Jesha's bounding into the bowl full-tilt, her scrappy hair flying behind her like a frayed pennant. Finally, she's there, catching one and all in rough embraces. "Sevareth /said/ you were coming! He said he saw Sindiath an' three people and described you and it /was/ you!" More hugs abound from the over-happy, over-hyper JeshPerson.

Pyrene is broken off mid-flow by an all too familiar hug. "Jesha! It's you!" She returns the hug warmly while her two blue lizards croon happily at the former brat themselves. "You think being a nanny's a great job, don't you?"

"Bein' a nanny?" Jesha's face breaks out into that 'I-didn't-do-it' evil grin 'fore she says, "Why, Pyrene, of course. Then you could befriend cute little innocent people like Neola and I...isn't that right?"

Neola blinks and just looks around with wide eyes, wow. What a trip. And a change too.. She's in another Weyr, thats for sure. A faintly familar one too.. "Jesha!" Ah, now she knows. Ista Weyr! Embrace is returned eagerly to old friend, "Jesha! How're ya? Wha-?" Brat's happy greeting is broken off as attention turns fully to Pyrene now, expression one of something akin to horror, "What? Nanny?" Oh no.. Not again! Hopeful look sent Jesha-wards. Jesha will be on her side, right? "I don't wanna be a nanny. Its not good, is it Jesha? Is it?"

Pyrene nods and turns to Nee earnestly, "And Nee... as well as not having to eat their greens..." she looks carefully around then leans forward and whispers, "Nannies know where sweetsticks come from.

From the gracefully flowing lines of Sin's green neck, Sen listens to the conversation, not at all patient. She gives Jesha wave "hiya.....want to get this little gaggle out of the way? I don't want Sindiath to damage em when she takes off.."

Jesha looks baffled, eyeing Neola, then Pyrene suspiciously. "What's all this talk about nannies?" asks the brownrider slowly, glancing back and forth 'tween her two friends. "And where are the sweetsticks?" Questions, questions. Naaannny...didja bring the Jesh a present? Either way, the two are grabbed simultaneously and tugged t'wards the other bowl where the living cavern's lay. "No matter. C'mon. We've got buuubbblieees..."

Nikita appears instantly from ::between::, bringing in a rush of frozen air.

Nikita glides to the Southeastern Bowl.

"What are bubblies when you could have sweetsticks?" Pyrene persists, but she follows readily enough. Sweetsticks can only fill you up so much.

Cavort blinks in from ::between::!

Jesha walks to the Southeastern Bowl.

Neola calls to Cavort, who flutters clumsily over, stopping for a moment to do a small somersault-thing before finally righting himself and ungracefully pouncing on her shoulder.

You go to the Southeastern Bowl.

Southeastern Bowl
This area of the bowl is the highest point of the bowl floor; from here, it slopes down and to the northwest, spilling out to the plateau below the wide gap in the Weyr rim to the west. Various tunnels here lead into the Weyr's inner caverns; the living caverns, hatching grounds, and main Weyr tunnel all branch off from here. To the west lie the stables where the Weyr's runners are housed. There is also a stone stairway that leads up to the Weyrleader's weyrs.
It is an autumn before dawn.
Perched on rocky crags about the bowl are Lava, Cobe, and Nikita.
Brown Malagath, green Zoryanth, blue Kyanth, bronze Nhamarath, brown Sevareth, blue Celth, and blue Magnolth are here.
Jesha is here.
Obvious exits:
Hatching Cavern Central Bowl Weyr Tunnel Living Caverns

Neola scampers in from the Central Bowl.

Sevareth rumbles low in his throat, swinging his head upwards as the trio enters. Whuffles are offered to one and all, though he occasionally lingers longer than is /really/ necessary. Satisfied -- or perhaps not -- he rests his head, eyes still locked onto the pair with his lifemate.

"Swe..Sweetsticks?" Ooh, Neola's resolve is slowly but surely breaking here. This new found treat is a very good thing, almost as good as Nuff cookies in fact. And Nee wants more! But, not quite at the expense of being a Nanny.. Thats Brat betrayal. Something she can't do, right? "What kinds? And as much as I want?" She asks, turning eyes to Pyrene, then to Jesha and to rather large brown. "Is Sev here?" She asks, looking around, then spotting one brown that might be, but she's not sure, "I haven't seen him since he shelled. Is he here? Izat him?" She asks, pointing to a brown, "Is that Sev?"

Pyrene sends the innocently sleeping blues a dirty look. They may not know her, but that's no reason to trust 'em. Sevareth however gets a delighted beam. "He's so beautiful, Jesh, really he is." Her opinion, of course, is completely unclouded by the fact that he's a brown. "Evening Sev," she greets, face no older than many of her charges for a moment. Mind you, that could be because of the bubblies Jesh mentioned. Her eyes track to Nee," you'll have your own personal supply..." Y'know you want to!

Tilarekna half skips in from the Living Cavern.

Rukh glides in from the Living Cavern.

Celth goes home.

Neola blinks as something else catches her attention, something Pyrene said, "My own personal supply? All I want?" She asks, frowning as she considers that. Ooh, and its so tempting too. Sweetening? All she wants? No greens to eat? Just for watching Brats? But then.. She can't become a Nanny. Nonono! Thats not allowed! "All the flavors?"

Break the code? Neola? She better not! Jesha, on the other hand, leans 'gainst the gargantuan brown lump-of-Sevareth. "This is m'dragon. Sevareth, this is Neola," and she gestures to her Parter-in-crime, "And this is Pyrene. They're from High Reaches." The dragon responds with a nose touch to each. Once for Pyrene, and a very long *sniiiiifffff* for Neola. Hmm. "Anyhow, this is he."

Tilarekna trots in, Bay gibbering on her houlder. YES he's a pretty little brown, NO the big, handsome brown dragon won't eat him, YES these are other Manpets, NO he has NOTHING to fear! Eyes explore with amber gaze, and an arm is raised in greeting for Jesha.

Pyrene is interrupted in her wheedlings by a brown nose, who gets an affectionate pat. "You introduced us on a visit to Reaches a few months ago," she reminds Jesha gently, "But it's nice to see him again." As for the prospective assistant nanny of High Reaches... "Y'know, Nee. I think they even have cookie flavour... They definitely don't have greens flavour, I know that much." She nods solemnly, and if that doesn't seal it for Nee, then nothing will. She turns at Tilarekna's entry and waves politely

Neola just giggles as she gets sniffled, whee! Twice in one night, thats gotta be a record! "/That's/ Sev? Wow! He's.. Huge!" She says, eyes widening as she looks him over, giggling again and grinning, "I like 'em. He's nice. He sniffed me too. Jus like that blue up at the 'Reaches. Oorla's blue." She adds, flicking brown eye'd gaze to Jesha, "He's /bigbig/! 'Lot bigger then when I saw him, he kin fly and everything? 'Tween?" Well, duh. He should, he's grown up and all. He's a draggie, "Wow!"

Sevareth
Brief glimpses of cerise and almond make themselves visible as dark and milk chocolates melt and blend to create shadows over a lithe form. Rum truffles align themselves neatly up a long, sinuous neck, the last perching delicately to form buzz-cut headknobs. Semi-sweet face is youthful, decorated by two jewelled eyes, ever-whirling in a candied mixture. Stick-legs are lined with powerful muscles; wafer-thin wings grow ever lighter as they extend to petite proprotions in contrast to a long and slender, walnut-tipped tail.
Sevareth is 2 Turns and 6 months old.
He is 35 meters long, with a wingspan of 58 meters.
Sevareth seems to be listening.

Malagath raises his head from his resting place curled near the entrance to the living cavern. Giving a movement of sleepyness with the movment of his outter lids, he looks towards the voices and lets out a small wuff-sigh, as he lowers his head and rests it between his forearms, watching through small slits.

A wave for 'Reka and Jesha's eyes go cloudy in that very obvious sign of mindtouch. Suddenly, her cheeks flush crimson and she starts, flipping 'round to give her dragon a funny look. "/Sevareth/! That's not very nice, you know. She'd make a wonderful na...oh. *OH*." The rosey countenace is gone to be replaced with a mysterious smile. "Y'know, Neola," she says slowly, chewing on the end of a lock of hair, "As a rider, I get all the cookies and all the sweetroots and sweetsticks I want..." Slowly, carefully, quietly, the brown dragon's tail slithers on the ground, as if to enfold both Pyrene and Neola in a snake's embrace.

Pyrene starts to smile toward the other brown there, then blinks at the tail suddenly snaking around her. "Erm, Jesh..." This is starting to feel horribly like a night by High Reaches Lake turns ago... "Erm, Jesh.." she repeats, desperately clinging on to Nee and casting appealing eyes at Sev, "Can you tell him that I don't /like/..." And Nee /still/ hasn't given her answer. She should be earning so much more than what she is... the trials of her job!

Tilarekna pauses and watches in amusement - THIS looks like something fun is gonna happen... She sits herself on a suitable rock, and watches, giving the Handsome Brown Dragon (aka Sevareth) a wave too. Can't ignore one of the papa dragon now can we?

Vivian pads in from the Hatching Grounds Entrance.

K'lis is led in by Vivian.

Malagath is a handsome brown dragon, yes he is.

"You do? All the sweetsticks and sweet things you want?" Neola asks, eyes widening a little and grin starting to tug at brat's lips when she notices the tail, "Whats he doin'?" She asks, giggling just a little as she notices Pyrene's reaction, "What's wrong? You don't like draggie's tails?" She asks, then turns back to previous subject, "Lucky! All you want and everything? Where? How? Your own supply? Like Pyrene has? As a Nanny?"

Tilarekna glances up, and notes Malagath. Oh, him? Why yes he is too. Real prettypretty Brown too, if she thinks so herself. A smile and a wave is given the other dragon, before golden gaze is latched onto Vivian and K'lis. Another hand in the air, waving wildly, is a sign that Reka has seen you, yes she has!

Vivian, tugging K'lis after her, wanders into the bowl in search of companionship and food. And the chance to stretch her legs. "Oh! People!" Joy! Rapture! "Hullo there!"

Pyrene vaguely notices other people entering out of the corner of her eye. She flashes a panicstricken smile at them before continuing to shuffle almost into Neola's arms. OK, so Sev's not a blue, but maybe Erranth had a chat with him while they were at Reaches. Even in her state, she doesn't forget her mission (what a trooper!) "Nee... As a nanny think of the /power/ you'll have." OK, so now she's making things up, but all for a good cause.

K'lis, tugged but following eagerly, keeps pace behind Viv. Oooo. There /are/ people. "Hello all," he greets to everyone who can here, giving a slight wave of his hand.

K'lis
This young bluerider is a bit short, compared to most his age, but doesn't look disproportioned at all. Tanned a coppery brown from years in the sun of the tropics, his skin streatches over his well muscled body smoothly. The straight strands of his golden brown hair, that begin at a center part fall all around his head, almost glimmers in the light. The large eyes that stud his face are such a deep brown that at first glance they might be mistaken for black, though at closer inspection they reveal irises highlighted by glinting gold flecks.
Looking as though they are made for casual and everday wear, K'lis' riding leathers are fitted snugly to him. Form fitting, they shine a dark chocolate brown, wherhide shinning in the light. The jacket is usually left with atleast the top couple of silver buttons, their shape round with the form of a dragon sticking out from their surface. Under the jacket is a lightweight undershirt fastened with small wooden buttons. On his left shoulder is the large badge of the Moonblaze Wing.
Proudly K'lis wears his knot on his shoulder. The donimant woven strand is the robin's egg blue which is interwoven with a raven back and a briliant, almost pumpkin orange. Off the back of the tripple-looped knot is a hanging tail. The whole set of loops is highlighted by the silver stand of a wingrider.
Hanging from one of the braids off to the right of his face is a small string of different shaded blue and red beads.
A silver ring, a little wider than most and polished to a high shine. Close examination reveals delicate inlay around its smooth surface, spelling out Kelis' name in coloured stones--green malachite, blue azurite, amber and bronze and gold.
A tighlty woven bracelet of fine flaxen string is worn about Kel's right hand. It's about half an inch wide with different patterns woven into it's length. Along with these are two inlayed dragon shaped beads. One is an opal blue with strands of harper blue waving through it and one is a metalic bronze, it's surface well shined.
He is awake and looks alert.
K'lis is 21 Turns, 9 months, and 24 days old.

Malagath burrbles under all the attention, giving a slightly twich of the tip of his tail. A soft rummble is returned to the lil one as a small greeting in return.

Vivian
Frozen pools of crystalline blue glitter above a pert nose and soft lips of frosty rose amidst the wintry-pale softness of an elfin face, topped by a bouncy mop of short, white-blonde curls. Her movements are exuberant, her waifish figure always seeming a few steps away from throwing itself apart. The ice-nymph wears her natural beauty expertly, confidence and worldliness melting away innocence. From a crisp clear morning to a raging blizzard, her emotions are never hidden, and echoed by a clear tinkling laugh and a voice like a low purr.
A slender gold chain holds a golden flake of abalone shell around her neck, resting against the pale skin of her throat.
Narrow ribbon straps hold Vivian's dress over her bony shoulders. Swirled shades of blue, every myriad hue of the sky from pale sunrise to midnight's indigo dye the sisal that skims over her body, wrinkling gently at the curves of her breasts. The twists and twirls of blue drape her, the line of her small body almost visible under the lightweight fabric til it brushes her thighs to leave her legs, smooth and bare to the woven sandals on her feet.
Ista's orange and black twine with one glittering strand of crimson-gold in a double cord that loops twice over one slender shoulder. One thin ribbon of Weaver-lavender hides there too, braided it after-the-fact but worn just as proudly.
She is awake and looks alert.
Vivian is 24 Turns, 3 months, and 4 days old.

A couple of questions from both Nee-nee and Pyrene go unanswered as Jesh gives a shy grin and bow to the entering pair-o-riders 'fore turning her slightly amused and half excited gaze back to her friends. "Oh, yeah. All the sweetsticks you want. And I don't have to eat my greens if I don't wanna! Doesn't that sound tempting to you, Neola?" Sevareth's tail is still at work, though now instead of weaving 'tween the two, it's circling primarily around the bratling. His eyes are a strange multi-hued mix of purples and a crooning rumble emanates from his throat. "Just think of it," Jesh continues nonchalantly, "No greens, no bedtime, and lots and lots of cookies...what do you think?"

Tilarekna returns the wave to Malagath, before. She blinks and drops her hand. What IS Sev DOING?? Legs slowly creep upwards away from the tail, and an eyebrow arches in confusion. Uh, help? Someone? Anyone?

Pyrene immediately reminds Nee, "Nannies don't have to eat their greens either. Ever. And they've always got cookies... and as for bedtime? I'm still up, aren't I?" And it's way too late for this. The heat took her brain straight from frozen to baked... and Sev isn't helping either.

Malagath opens up a single eye completely to watch the show. Soft huffs of breath, almost some would call a snicker, or chuckle. Simply put the only show that he's even alive is the twiching of his tail tip in amusement.

"No greens? No bedtime? And lots of cookies? Yeah.. Thats sounds great!" Neola replies, tilting her head to the side slightly as she looks from Sev's tail, to Jesh, back, and then finally resting it on Jesha again, "Why're ya asking? And what is he doing? He isn't gonna lift me up is he?" Yup, Sev might not be a blue. But she's heard stories from Pyrene. Now she's beginning to wonder if its true.. "Whats he want?"

Tilarekna glances across at Vivian and K'lis, the expression screaming from her face is surely 'RESCUE ME!!' She doesn't know WHATS going on, and Malagath ISN'T helping. Thank the stars Shippith and her father aren't here to see this...

Jesha finally gets to the point -- which is probably best, considering that she's fit to explode in good cheer right about now. The tail is cinched 'round the girl's waist (though not in a manner which would be conducive to picking up a human being) and Jesh moves forward along with the dragon's head. "Neola," she says, giving Pyrene a sidelong wink. "Sevareth has a question for ya." She takes a deep breath, exhales, then smiles again, "Wouldja like to stay in Ista for awhile? There's a clutch of eggs on the sand and, well...we'd like you to stand for it. Would you accept it? Wouldja be a candidate here for Sev's clutch?"

Mharida walks in from the Living Cavern.

"Hey, Kel, look!" Vivian nudges K'lis, not that the poor captured bluerider is going anywhere anytime soon anyway. /She/ at least understands what's going on here. And jealousy, of all things, flashes over her face when Jesha finishes her speech. Free finger swivels, points, settles on Tilarekna. "You too."

Pyrene blinks, mouth caught open ready for another pitiful reason that Nee should be nanny. Suddenly, she has a feeling that Jesha might just have a better offer here. "What...no..." she does her best impression of a packtail for a few moments then turns and hugs Nee fiercely. "Oh... /fine/ then. You can give me your answer after the Hatching."

K'lis kinda understands, but Vivian, the briliant goldrider, assuredly has a butter grasp on the situation than this poor male bluerider who is being dragged this way and that. Hence his "hrm?"

Tilarekna just looks... Well, its hard to say HOW she looks. "Me too, what?" She looks lost until... comprehension dawns. "Me too?" Awe, suprise, delight and..,. shock? Fear? crosses her face. "Me too???" She turns to look at the brown dragons as Bay burbles sleepily on her shoulder.

Mharida is grumbling under her breath as she exits the caverns, slapping at her right thigh and sending up small clouds of flour as she does so. Looking up just in time to avoid one of the congregations outside the cavern, she halts, careful attention paid to the green on her shoulder, ears positively flapping as she strains for gossipworthy information.

"Oooh!" See, K'lis can get things. New searchees. Fresh meat. Candies to 'have fun' with. Heh.

"Aye, tha's what I said, ye too. Stand with the Candidates?" Vivian has Tilarekna cornered now, there's no escape for anyone. Hey, if Jesha gets one, then Vai does too.

"A.. A.. A what? A candidate? /Me/?" Neola asks, eyes wide now as she notices Sev's tail wrapped securely around her waist, "Me? Stand for a clutch? You mean that?" She asks, about ready to faint. Then bounce up and down with joy. Oh.. Conflicting emotions, aren't they great? "You mean that? Seriously? Jesha?" Absent nod is given to Pyrene before attention goes back to whats going on, "Me?"

Tilarekna cowers at the Vivian-GoldRider. "Yes ma'am/" No saying no to HER, nuh uh! "I'd like that very much, please.." she glances at K'lis - she IS saying the right thing, right?

K'lis peeks over Vivian's shoulder, giving a wink to Tilarekna. "Oh, don't be so scared. She doesn't bite. Well, not durring the day at least, usually." He then winks at Vivian.

And nobody wants Pyrene? Oh, well that's charming. Lucky she isn't the jealous type. Hmmph. Proving her complete and utter non-bitterness, she turns to Tilarekna and smirks at her, "Congratulations. And watch out for Nee during candidacy, she's trouble." See? She'll even toss in a friendly warning. She waits idly for Neola to get her head around things, while trying to figure out how to explain to /her/ Weyr how she managed to lose one of their brats.

Jesha takes both bouncing bratlet and nanny in her arms in an *eeee-normous* hug! Much bigger than th' one from before. A huuuge hug. "Yes, Neola. I mean it. 'Sides," and her eyes turn crafty for a moment, "We always worked best inna team, which'll be easier if you're here."

Tilarekna meeps a little. "Um.. Okay." This is VERY unexpected - and no she's not scared. At all. Not even a little. *pause* Okay, maybe a little. "At least Da wasn't here to see this.." she chuckles a little.

N'hon slips quietly in from the Weyr Tunnel.

Vivian, just in case anyone was having any doubts, smiles charmingly and leans a bit closer to bite K'lis lightly on the shoulder. You were saying? And then she turns back to Tilarekna, beaming. "Ye /will/? Oh good! This is going to be fun."

Neola giggles softly and nods quickly, giving Pyrene a grin, then one to Jesha, "I'll stand then, if'n he wants me to." She says, giving a look to Sev at the end to indicate he's the he she was meaning, "I've love to stand.. And we kin be a team again!" Oh my! This is almost too much.. Her? Stand? Maybe be a rider at the end of this? Jus like her ma and da? Oh my.. "Jus like old times. Right Jesha? Just like before? You an me?"

Fun? For whom? the Weyrbrat's face fairly screams at Viv's comment, but Reka soon smoothes that out of the way. "Oooooohkay... so, whats first?" She's not really paid much attention to Candies before - except to play prnks. But that was when she was younger. She don't do pranks now, nonono.

"You an' me, Nee," Jesh says warmly, her arms still around her two old friends, though Sevareth's own embrace has loosened to a simple loop 'round the girl's feet.

K'lis gives a sideways glance to Vivian, then steps out from behind her shoulder. "You know, this does mean that you will become a candidate. And Candidacy isn't an easy thing." Although anyone who knows anything could tell that what he is saying isn't true, he tries to put on a face of seriousness.

Pyrene swallows at the look in Jesha's eyes as she says that last part. Suddenly she feels very sorry for Ista, and turns a sympathetic look at the other riders and residents. "OK, Nee... you accepted of your own free will and everything, right? I think I'll need to tell people that back at Reaches..." She grins at the girl in sudden tenderness, "I'll bring the brats to the Hatching. You be sure you impress a brown now!"

Carying a guitar case on his back, N'hon exits the tunnel and heads towards the Living cavern. He looks over at the small grouping of people, as he walks. Malagath rummbles a warm greetting to his rider as N'non gets a slight smile as he stops to rub the brown's headknob. He chuckles at impressing a brown comment in the distance.

Jesha falls asleep.
Jesha has disconnected.

Tilarekna gives K'lis a very knowing look, with the addition of the single arched eyebrow that gives a clear message - You aren't fooling ME with that line - but plays along anyway. "Not easy, sir? Being a Weyrbr-- er, child isn't easy..." Child sounds better than Brat - yupyupyup.

Tilarekna
No longer short in stature, Tilarekna is by no means willowy at 5'4, although she isn't as plump as she used to be. At this young age the chubbiness has vanished although round face and cheeks still hint at the fading signs. A bright smile filled with warmth shines out from creamy-tan skin, and is framed by red-gold curls that fall in waves to just below her shoulders. Often captured in a neat braid, these once were always in total disaray, obscuring amber eyes light enough to be considered golden. Tilarekna has finally learned how to capture and control the frizz. Tilarekna is as active, if not more so than most people both taller than her and twice her turns in age; skin is clean with a row of freckles scattered across her nose and cheekbones.Dirty paws and muddy clothing are a thing of the past for her, though she still has a love for her food. Mischief is another love, but it is now tempered by her growing knowledge and responsibility, and swiftly accumilating patience. .
A bodice of a thick sky-coloured fabric is laced over a white blouse, the lacing fitting it snugly to her slim body. The folds of her royal blue skirt float around her ankles as she walks, sturdy navy blue boots covering her feet. Perched on Tilarekna's shoulder is Bay.
An opal is suspended on a soft leather chain, glinting brightly like the colors of a dragon's eye.
Neatly displayed is the knot of Ista Weyr, placed on her shoulder in the colors of her home. From the weaving of the ribbons, you see that she is a resident here.
Tilarekna is 14 Turns, 2 months, and 7 days old.

Vivian nods decisively. "Aye. Fun. But we'll need t' get ye set up in cots and such, won't we? Everybody, this way!" Well, except for the dragons. They won't fit inside.

Vivian pads to the Living Caverns.

Tilarekna half skips to the Living Caverns.

Pyrene follows, having nowhere else to go. May as well see Nee settled.

Neola just follows numbly, still a little shocked about the whole thing and just going along with Pyrene. Yeah, she's a Nanny. Knows best here, right?

You go into the living cavern.

Living Cavern
The smooth, rounded walls of the vast living cavern sweep upward from an oval base, two dragonlengths long and one wide, large enough to seat every member of the Weyr at mealtimes. The soft blackness of the lava which forms these caverns swallows glowlight, so shelves for glowbaskets abound, dotting the walls every three or four paces and casting gentle greenish light up toward the sparkles of gold volcanic glass embedded in the ceiling. Ancient lustrous tables run along the long axis of the cavern, and at the far end is the raised dais and high table, where the Weyrleaders and their honored guests eat during formal occasions. Behind the high table, the Weyr's symbol is chiseled into the stone: a smoking mountain in black, on an orange shield, trimmed in gold.
Perched near the food are nine firelizards.
You see Platter of Meat here.
Tilarekna is here.
Obvious exits:
Northeast Caverns Kitchens Bowl Southern Caverns

Neola scampers in from the Southeastern Bowl.

Tilarekna follows Vivian, trailing behind with a bright smile only Weyrbrats having fun can manage. She glances about, but sees no familiar faces.

Tilarekna half skips to the Southern Caverns.

You go to the South Caverns.

South Caverns
Caverns continue to twist and tangle into a labyrinth of ancient tunnels: from high, soaring, vaulted roofs to nothing more than crawl-space at times the weyr extends deep into the mountain. Most of the walls are the smooth and glossy obsidian of ancient volcanoes, dark but for the fickle light of green-tinted glows. The floor is likewise worn by feet and time to run smooth and unbroken off to the main caverns to the north, or into the dorms and barracks in the opposite direction.
You see Naila here.
Vivian and Tilarekna are here.
Obvious exits:
Crafters' Area Living Caverns Corridor Candidate Barracks Dorms

Vivian pads to the Candidate Barracks.

Tilarekna half skips to the Candidate Barracks.

Neola scampers in from the Living Cavern.

Neola scampers to the Candidate Barracks.

You go to the Candidate's Barracks.

Candidate's Barracks
Long and low, this large room angles back into the mountain in a near-perfect rectangle, devoid of windows and hearth. A functional room -- all black volcanic rock and simple earthen tapestries, there is nothing but stark simplicity in the seemingly endless rows of cots that scatter back into the shadows. A small clothespress sits at the end of each puce-covered bed -- yes, puce. Every cot sports a rather gaudy and obnoxiously purple cotton coverlet, leftovers from PranksPast. Boys to the right, girls to the left. Enjoy.
Hanging out on a long wooden shelf on the wall are three firelizards.
Vivian, Tilarekna, and Neola are here.
Obvious exits:
Caverns

Vivian points out those few things necessary for survival in the barracks, barely sparing a wistful look for the name-board and those hideous puce-coloured cots. "This is home." And what a sweet, sorry home it is. "Grab a cot, and a clothespress, and if ye left things at home, we'll get them tomorrow. Fair 'nuff?"

Pyrene edges in casting a careful eye over the place. "Least you'll be warm," she notes to Neola. "I'll have to pack up your things and get them sent down... somehow I doubt that Sen'll do it."

Tilarekna gapes a little as she pads in. She's NEVER been in HERE before - mainly because she'd have gotten her hide tanned with a spoon by the Head-peoples. But now... she's one of the few, the mighty, the ISTA WEYR CHOSEN! Err... *cough* She slowly approaches the purpley cots (her favourite color, luckly, and nods at Vivian. Since she only lives down the hall, that won't be a problem. "Fair 'nuff. Thank you, Vivian!" she adds - good to be polite, as she flings herself on the cot in the middle of the girl's row.

K'lis strides, with a relaxed gait, in from the South Caverns.

Neola just nods silently, usually hyper brat suddenly very quiet. The shock must be getting to her now, yeah.. And she all but clings to Pyrene. "Home? Alright.. And all my stuff?" She asks, looking to Pyrene now, "Will you tell the other Brats for me? Will you? Kyva too? I don't want him to worry or anythin'. Okay? ... Please?"

Vivian just nods. "One of us can take ye back to gather your things and say your goodbyes on th' morrow, Neola, we don't want to make them worry. And we'd best ask High Reaches if it's all right that we take ye anyway." She links arms with K'lis, now he's here again, and stifles a yawn behind her fingers. "Anything I can help ye with right now t' get settled?"

Pyrene nods, hugging the girl. "And you'll be fine, really you will. All my brats Impress." Well, Jesha did. Even 'all' needs to start somewhere. "I need to go find a ride back now, but I'll come visit you and get all your stuff to you... and Nee," she adds in a whisper, "feel free to do all those things that I told you not to do." It's somebody else's problem, now. Hah. She straightens and backs out nodding to Vivian, "I'll pass the message on... so they don't think I dropped her in the sea."

Tilarekna shakes her head from where she's bouncing on her cot. "Nope... Though, when me father, B'oat gets back from what ever it is he does... coulkd someone ELSE tell him? He'll embarress me otherwise..." she hides a grin behind a hand.

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