The Dragonriders of PernŽ is a trademark, Registered U.S. Patent & Trademark Office, of Anne McCaffrey. This is a recorded session, generated by Harper's Tale MOO on Thursday 25th November, 1999, for the benefit of members unable to attend. Logged by Pyrene.
Another Egg-Touching
D'renn trundles onto the Sands, berry-bright in raspberry and green. "Here they are, Shaela," he herds Candidates ahead of him.
Pyrene is herded. And a lot more willingly then when Shaela prodded her laundry-wards earlier. "Did your things Shae... even left 'em the same colour too." she calls over to the weyrwoman. Now's the time to suck up see? When she gets to ooh over the pretty eggs.
"As requested!" Shaela exclaims, frightening eager and pleased to see the approaching group. "Thank you, Weyrlingmaster. You do your 'job' well." A blinkish little wink to the older man before she waves a hand in the direction of the eggs, motioning for the Candidates to approach their chosen eggs at will.
Tyara once again shoos a few of the tounger Candidates in front of her, grimacing in Pyrene's direction. Why do the brats cling to /her/ still?? They've known Pyrene for longer! "Oh look at that!" she exclaims, pointing at a random egg, "doesn't that look exciting?" Heh. Intrigued, the brats meander off towards the egg, giving the reluctant-nanny a chance to go to /her/ egg.
"Thank you /very/ muchly, Pyrene," the weyrwoman adds with a smile, crossing the warm sands to join the older girl. "Any idea on when they'll be back to me?" Shae inquires with a tilt of her head.
D'renn gives Shaela a semi-leer, being in a good enough mood to risk one. Stationing himself near her with arms folded, he looks out over the Candidates. "Well? What are you all waiting for?"
Exactly. They /have/ known Pyrene for longer. Take ex-brat Ewyrpin, kicking sand all over her now. And possibly Shae too... hard to have respect for people who you shared rooms with way back when. "Back to you? Oh, I dunno... they're up in the living cavern with all the other clothes..." Pyrene returns to Shaela, one hand going out to the roaring drunk egg... perhaps in memory of times now lost?
Liseria scuffs little clouds of sand in front of her, trying to get used to the oppresive heat of Sands. It doesn't seem to get any less, no matter how many times she herded onto it. The bitter greens of the Cha-no-you Egg attract her today, so Lis scoots off in the direction at D'renn's utterance. Coming closer to the egg, one hand slides up against a side, the girl commenting: "Hey, they're getting harder..."
"Eww, that's him witht he pi.. oof!" Kolen is roughly shoved in the back by Tyara, making him wobble towards an egg. Erm, maybe he just ought to touch that one? The brat actually seems sated for a moment, just lightly touching the egg. Tyara, on the other hand, approaches a very specific egg, hand gently sliding over the Solar Eclipse egg. "Hmm, they are," comes the mutter to Lis' remark.
Shaela blinks. "You left my clothes in the living caverns?" A stupified look crosses her face and she turns to D'renn -- he'll understand, right? "Pyrene left my clothes in the /living caverns/."
"They are, but that still doesn't mean you can poke at 'em!" D'renn warns Liseria with a half-grin, turning then to Shaela. "Someone's left everyone's clothes in the living caverns at some point. Including /my/ boxer shorts." Which explains everything.
Chayath shifts uncomfortably, tail curled as possessively as ever about that tiny, blindingly white egg, holding it close to her golden bulk. Hers. No touch.
Pyrene blinks at the egg herself. "Hey... they are..." and her fingers press firmly against the colourful intoxication of the shell. "And that means they'll be hatching soon..." she mutters, swallowing as she gets another one of those moments where she realises that sooner or later she's going to be standing here facing shards and baby dragons. "If I get mauled it's D'renn's fault..." Of course. She glances innocently back to Shae. "Well, you gave them to me in the living caverns. Obvious place to leave them."
Lis won't /poke/ of course. Just pet it and hug it, and she does so with a formal encircling of her arms, if only just trying to see if she can reach around the skinny part on top. Eyes slide wistfully towards Chayath, but Lis' hopes skitter away as she watches the queen guarding her prize. No matter; Liseria has her green egg to pat delicately. Like D'renn says.
"Oh, don't tell me /that/.." Shaela sniffs, hunting around for a Candidate to go retrieve her clothing. She has lacy underthings out there! And Faranth forbid the Weyr learn that she wears lacy underthings. "You should've thought to bring them back out here, Pyrene," the rider shakes her head, nabbing Guppilet by the sleeve: "Could you go retrieve my things, please? And don't peek at the bottom of the basket!"
D'renn snickers. Loudly.
Pyrene blinks at Shaela. "They're not /in/ the basket... they'd never dry like that."
Tyara giggles at the ongoing conversation, head slightly turned. To watch Kolen, of course, not to eavesdrop. "Basket?" she repeats, wincing in Lis' direction. "We didn.. I mean, I haven't seen any /baskets/.."
"/I/ haven't done any laundry this sevenday," Liseria calls from behind her egg, in the shadows. It's interesting back there, where nobody looks. "S'don't look at me," she adds, coming around side of the Cha-No-You egg. Brows furrow once at the egg in concentration before she wanders off towards another orb, taking her time about it. There's gossip flying; Lis just /knows/ it.
Tyara's lips curve in a gentle smile, hands gliding over the slightly roughned surface of the egg. "Definitely harder," she mutters, even sparing a smile for Kolen as the brat trudges her way. Afterall, he needs some sympathy with /that/ hair!
Swagger, stagger, slosh... Something in this egg is confused to the point of falling other, the heavy breath of intoxication turning your stomach.
Pyrene peers over the top of Roaring Drunk egg at Lis. "How've you managed to get away with that? Shae! Lis here hasn't done any laundry for ages..." And if Shae doesn't want her underwear details given out, she should really not entrust such things to gossips like Pyrene. Although in view of what happened to Reiah's underwear last time Lis stood...
Trying to look busy, Liseria decides that if she doesn't make a move towards an egg soon, they'll think she's up to something. Ducking towards a white splotched, metallic sided egg, Lis' journey comes to an end at the Interminable Journey egg. Reds are tickled by LisFingers as their mica'd hues catch her eye, all the while caling a sarcastic rebuke back to Pyrene. "Bah. I've done more than enough laundry! But don't worry, 'Rene. I'll be sure to do some more /just/ for you."
Pyrene drifts back from the drunken egg, a silly smile plastering itself over her face before she shakes her egg to clear it and wanders across the sands again. "Oh really Lis? Thanks dear!" and a mock kiss is blown to the candidate for her generosity. And then she espies the Hide the Shoes egg and slips quietly over to that one, hands catching around the shell.
The heady smell of boot-polish infuses this egg, swirling it into the hidden corner of a cupboard where it lingers, quietly waiting for discovery.
D'renn yawns, ostentatiously, one hand covering his wide-open mouth. "S'too hot out here... glad I'll never be a clutch-father," he grumbles.
Liseria's eyes are entranced by the whirling pattern they spot on her egg's surface, blinking before motion-induced nausea gets too much to bear. "You're very welcome, darling!" Lis calls back, just as silly. Perhaps, if Lis focuses on that spot on top, the whole effect the egg's making on her won't be so... dizzying.
Morning Mirror-Gazing Egg
Through bleary silver-gray comes a sleepy kind of anxiety; flurries of ivory brush across the steely shell. A closer examination brings no clarity of perception: focussing on the egg's soft sheen only brings forth frenzied hints of white, blurred by morning's mist. From bulging base to rounded apex, a subtle but ambiguous security envelops all.
Pyrene chuckles softly, and slips off again. Spying Ewyrpin, she spins a detour around a batch of eggs, finishing up at the morning Mirror one. Which gets peered at oddly, prompting hands to press against the illusive, elusive images. She does hear D'renn's comment though and sweetly calls back: "You're not the only one who's grateful."
"Thank you Pyrene.... darling..." D'renn replies in a sickly-sweet tone. Pity the girl if she does Impress....
Morning's blear is steam-sodden, reflecting you back at yourself in every tiny water drop, confusing and bemusing further.
Pyrene winces and steps back from the egg. "Another blue... I'm sure," she mutters to Lis and Petita as she steps away. Pity her if she Impresses? Pity D'renn maybe... At any rate, she paces onward, pausing at the Fudge Frosty Divinity egg. Much better.
Sugar-sweet to the point of being sickly, fudge melts on your tongue; crystals of pure delight fizzling amidst vanilla flavouring.
"Well, that's not s'bad," Liseria whispers aloud, grin quirking over her lips as she finally takes in all of the egg, the cramped feeling causing her to back away slightly, catching a glimse of Pyrene. What's she doing? Inquisitively, the girl dodges around a pink-frosted orb, going to the egg Pyrene's left alone: Morning Mirror-Gazing Egg. "A blue? Naw..." Lis hasn't formed her opinion yet, but it's got to differ from Pyrene's.
Pyrene sighs in satisfaction. "Brown. Definitely brown." But anyway... she can't stay. Apparently she needs to go and check on Shae's laundry and move it to somewhere more appropriate--probably not the Star Stones. Regretful looks passed to the eggs, waves tossed to candidates (D'renn is ignored), she heads off.
