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 Wednesday 1st December, 1999, for the benefit of members unable to attend. Logged by Pyrene.
After Ysbryth's Clutch Hatched
[Two days prior to Chayath's flight which had resulted in the PC clutch we'd been Searched for, Ysbryth had risen in a leadership flight. ICly, her and Cairhoth's clutch was on the Sands next to Chayath's and Tyrodinth's, but it was NPC. The Hatching was done off-camera, and we candidates woke up one day to find that it had Hatched, and ICly we'd all been out on the Sands and been left standing. I remember being irritated by this, since I'd been looking forward to playing Pyrene's first experience on the Sands. We were later told that we could pretend we'd not been around to make it to the Sands if we wanted to, but that was after this log took place. To this day, I still feel that we should at least have been given warning.]
Night or day, Klah can always be found warming on the High Reaches Hearth...
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 Kate, Sin, Satu, Ceinwen, Brannt, Tangaloor, Fandango, Kelpie, Azule, Rappa, Bow-Wow, Artu, Boingy, Nocturno, Quenn, Yolk, Wilt, Cheep, Lava, Spire, Felvis, Dogma, Tigger, Poldhu, and Taybi.
You see Delphin, Kali, Fantastic Triple Layer Bubbly Surprise, Dustina, Tsunami Banner, Old Auntie sit-by-the-fire, Mika, No Longer Dangling Wine Flasks, and Fluffernut here.
Kaerry and Khayet are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl Kitchens Inner Caverns Crafting Area
Kaerry is sitting quietly in a corner, Rappa curled up in her lap as she is scribbling something onto a hide.
Pyrene settles heavily into a chair with a nod for Kaerry and also for Khay following. "Erph... I just don't feel like doing anything today." She's been saying that for 18 turns now, but it's still true.
Kaerry looks up and blinks at the sound of the voice. She cocks her head to oe side and discreetly puts the hide away.
Kaerry
Short brown hair dispays golden highlights and is cut in short layers, the longest ones being at the neck. Large blue-grey eyes are bright with adventure and mischeif, not missing the slightest motion. Small rosy-red lips are streched in the tiniest hint of a smile. Standing about five feet, she is thin and showing hints of curves.
A royal blue peasant shirt is carefully placed on this girl's lithe frame. A white ribon gathers the neckline, and red and yellow flowers embroider the neck. A long white skirt is made of soft, flowing fabric that billows when it moves. Wherhide sandals are dyed a dark brown, and are clean and new.
She is awake and looks alert.
Kaerry is 14 Turns, 6 months, and 18 days old.
Khayet has wandered in from the bowl, and is unbundlingly. "Just can't manage to get going today, eh Pyrene?" Khay heads over to his fellow candidate, cheeks bright with cold and wind, with a slight bow to Kaerry.
Kaerry smiles a bit at Khayet as she takes a few pieces of dried wher meat out of her pack to hand them to the chirping green in her lap.
Pyrene yawns pointedly. "I'm /tired/. How come you're not? Every other candidate looks shattered." Or maybe it's just her... She cocks her head at Kaerry then decides that that's far too much effort and drops it on her arms on the table in front of her. The world can end now.
Khayet grins, a bit wickedly and puts his all too pink fingers against Pyrene's neck, "I'm just happy to be back in here right now.....Well...that and the eggs I liked haven't hatched yet....so I've still enough of a chance to make me hang on...that and there's the talent showing in a couple of days, thought I've to rearange somethings now...."
Kaerry giggles a bit as she carefully feeds her little flying stomach. She's not trying to eavesdrop, she can just hear everythign their saying.
Pyrene straightens up with a startled cry, one hand automatically flying out at the right level to box a brat's ears, although she stops herself in time to do no more than glare at Khayet. "Thanks for the wakener. Where were you in the hatching anyway? I got shunted up against a wall between a load of candidates and didn't see all that much. Still, at least no blues came my way." Nor any other dragon either. Sigh.
Khayet jumps back, chuckling lightly. "Most welcome, m'lady...." And he even bows, wow, humor! Apparently the harper has a sense of it after all. "With the taller ones, or rather, with the tallest ones that decided I needed to be boxed in. I got eyed a couple of times, whiffed once but nothing beyond....." Obviously, or he'd be in the weyrling's barracks right now. "There's still 22 left, could be one for each of us in that lot......."
Kaerry raises a brow at al the talk of dragons. She sighs abit and lowers her eyes to watch her little green Rappa eat her lunch. This is probably the closest I'll ever get to a dragon, Kaerry thinks to herself.
Pyrene sighs, "I was sort of hoping to get one of Ysbryth's too... I've always liked her, and Reia and Ty and Cairhoth... Of course, the second lot have been sired by a brown, so they'll be even better." See? She can console herself. "22 eggs... not bad odds, not really... And it's all getting close now, isn't it?" She grins faintly to Kaerry, who should thank her lucky stars that she doesn't have to cope with the chores and toe burning.
Khayet nods, "Aye, and we've now been paired down as well in numbers, so....I'm no so picky about dam and sire, though it'd be sort of fitting for one of Chayath's to choose me, since I was burning my feet when she hatched.....But I do adore Arieah and Ysbryth....and of course T'lendel....I don't really know Cairhoth too well...."
Pyrene ohs and nods in remembrance. "You stood with Shaela's lot didn't you? I'd forgotten that. Liseria too... Well, Areiah came to the weyr just about a turn after I did and she and I were friends, so I /was/ hoping. I knew a lot of people who Impressed at that clutch." She sighs at the memory and then shrugs, shaking her head.
Khayet nods, "I knew a couple in it.....Aye, I knew Shaela's impress Chayath, I drempt it....I'ven't dremt anything for this lot though.....So I can't warn you to say back from the blues when they pop out.....
Pyrene flicks weary fingers at him. "Don't even /joke/ about that... I'll probably get mauled by one knowing my luck... Wasn't it odd seeing who Impressed though? Well, finding out about it later--never realised what a rotten view you get when you're down there. Lost some marks anyway, but I might be able to cut my losses for the next one." Hatchings: a chance to start a whole new life with your soulmate? Or a way to line your pockets? You decide.
Khayet chuckles again, "Well, I haven't drempt that'd happen either, and with as....on as my dreams've been lately.....It is odd, drives me mad, because it's always things I've no hope of changing....I didn't place any bets this time....I should've last time, I'd've made a fortune....My da lost five marks on me the first time, he didn't have the chance to come this time...."
Pyrene stretches back and looks at him. "I've not got five marks to spare, but yes... I'd say you'd Impress this time. And probably Lis too... she's still with us, isn't she? I've lost track a bit..."
Khayet nods, "Aye, I'ven't really seen her to know how she's taking this dissapointment too.....One can't miss Auri though, still crying that her bunny ears're broken, thuogh she won't be allowed to wear they out there next time anyways. I spent most of my marks before I got here, uh...on a um....friends turnday gift.....I'm dieing for a mug of klah, want one while I'm headed that way?"
Pyrene smiles with sudden brightness at the offer of catering. "Not klah, but redfruit juice would be lovely, thanks! And I know, poor dear. My cot's next to hers after all. Still, she'll survive. There're a lot of pretty eggs left that she liked. Lot of scary ones too of course..." Or at least ones that Pyrene thinks might hold a blue.
Khayet moves quickly to the larder. "Aye, and hopefully grown up some.....You'd no idea how thankful I am I'm at the other end from Kolen.....I think I'd rather have to sleep under Bukenao, huge as he is.....You'd think one so....round wouldn't get past the physical......"
Pyrene chuckles wryly. "Auri, grow /up/? I can't imagine it..." several people have said (and are still saying) the same thing about herself of course, but that's different. "I was on laundry with Bukenao last sevenday--I know what you mean. But he's nice enough really. /Much/ better than Kolen. Who also didn't Impress." No surprises there?
Khayet rolls his eyes, "Aye, I know....he was.....well, lets just say that he's much matureing to do....Aye, Bukenao's as sweet and gentle as they come....I'm thinking he'll impress green....."
Pyrene tilts her head thoughtfully. "Green? Really?" she ponders it for awhile and suddenly peeks wickedly back at Khayet. "Or is that what you /want/ him to Impress." Shameless, she is.
Khayet makes a face, "He's as much my type stone is....." He returns, more than just the klah and juice in hand, of course. Khay can't pass that table without getting -something-. "I like tall, blonde, blue eyed, lean and feminine. Not tall, dark and round....."
Pyrene will take the juice and eye the rest of the Khay buffet. "Well, I'm short, dark and grey-eyed. But I am lean and feminine. Does that count?" she teases, taking a sip of the juice.
Khayet admits before he can catch himself, "Well, tis' diffrent with women....I mean...uh...." Not much a way to salvage that one. Oh look, klah! He tries to hide the darkening of his face behind his mug.
Pyrene giggles, awarding herself a mental point for the blush. She leans back in her chair, wincing slightly as she sets her feet against the chair. "And my feet are /killing/. Those eggs had better not hatch soon else I just won't be able to go out there. Ugh. And I have to clean the sweat off my robe, and..." Oh, the horrors of life! "Pass me a cookie?" And the cure for all of them.
Kaerry gets up discreetly and goes over to the food table to get a bite to eat. She looks over the different plates and bowls here and she decides on a simply bowl of soup and a couple bubblie pies for dessert. She takes her lunch and heads back to her secluded table.
Khayet hrms, nodding, "What kind?" He asks, several varieties on his plate. "I think my standing stock still the first time burnt the nerves out of my feet, though the sweat...ung....."
Pyrene peers at the plate. "Those buttery vanillary ones? With the sweetener sprinkled over. And what's ung?" She leans to one side and casts a doubtful eye over Khayet's feet. She doesn't think hers had any /permanent/ damage done...
While walking back to her table, a piece of hide falls out of Kaerry's pocket and onto the ground. She doesn't notice and simply continues to walk back to her table. She sits down and begins to eat.
Khayet says, "A punctuative gutteral sound ment to display the stench my poor robe now bears. I'll've to do something nice for the poor person who's unfortunate enough to wash it....." He offers the chosen cookie, and looks over towards Kaerry. "You dropped something, lass...."
Pyrene blinks at the words. Not the length she's accustomed to in the nurseries but she figures them out. "You're not washing it yourself then? How do you manage it? I seem to have to do all my work and enough for three other people these days." Again, this has been said for the past 18 turns....
Kaerry looks up and blinks at Khayet before she looks over at the hide on the floor. She blushes and hurries over to pick it up. She clutches it to her chest as she mumbles, "Thank you." shyly to the man who had pointed it out to her. She didn't know what she would do without this hide. It was the only big enough piece she could find. She hurries back to her seat and quickly puts it back into her pack, where it should be safe.
Khayet grins, "Same way I get about the ladies in the kitchens at Ista.....and most of the wash ladies here know how terrible I am at laundry....and that I do more'n my share of chores, always willing to bring them refreshment....and mannors never hurt." He smiles over to Kaerry slightly, "You're welcome...." Annother sip of his klah and, "Besides, they all know I help Aife with the teaching and the records ontop of my candidates chores....."
Pyrene sighs, feeding cookie crumbs to unexpectedly dainty lizards. "Can I help Aife with the records too? It's got to be better than this." She doesn't think she'll have similar success with the ladies... she's not got Khayet's style.
Everyone has their diffrent charms. Khay chuckles, "How neats your script? I've turns and turns of copy work to do she's not letting me near just now cause she thinks I overwork myself...."
Pyrene ahhs and her gaze shifts. "Well... I can write /large/ lettering neatly, for the kids and stuff. But no, I'm not really much for copying. And I can't say that I'd like to teach the kids either." So she's just complaining for the sake of it. "Still, got things organised for the talent show tonight?"
Khayet says, "Ahhhh, well, that most of what I do, and with limmited space, it's got to be small and neat. Fortunatly for me, I was trained by an archivist, so that's how my script is anyway." Nibble, nibble, where in the name of the first egg does he put it? He eats more than what Bukenao does, and is about half the NPC's size. And not -just- in height. "I don't think so....I've still got to figgure out who all can't make it on account of weyrlinghood.....shift the schedual...Though, I'm keeping Maurin first, so he doesn't have time to get nervous....."
Pyrene giggles, faintly, tipping back her juice. "/Can/ Maurin sing? He's always so quiet.... And how in Faranth's name did you convince him to sing? I wouldn't sing if you /paid/ me." Of course, it's doubtful Khay--or anybody--would pay Pyrene to air her voice.
Khayet says, "He's got a beautiful tenor...You know, I'm not really sure, I just asked him to sing, then gave him a song and I think I shocked him a little too much for him to say no.....It'll be good for his confidance, when he succeeds.....After all, only Kolen'll be wanting him to fail, and I've already arranged for him to be....elsewhere until time for his poor attempt at humor."
Pyrene shudders and stands at that. "Well, I'll be there... but /not/ performing, thank-you. If I end up back in the nurseries in a couple of sevendays then I want the brats to have as little ammunition as possible." She stoops to catch up another cookie and then steps out, wiggling fingers in farewell at Khayet over a lizard-gilded shoulder.
Khayet chuckles, "You say that now....." A wave and polite goodbye and he gets back to his munching before reattacking that insane schedual.
