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 evening. The leaves rustle in the fall evening breeze, the first hint of stars twinking across the sky, but dark clouds are rolling in from the north.

Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are Majicke, Bundr, Gunwalloe, Lava, Zhaneel, Trellis, Yolk, and Mosfet.

Green Misumith and blue Mrrdynth are here.

You see a wagonmaster, The Great Big Yurt, Wagon One, and Skan here.

Obvious exits:

Pens Northern Bowl Caverns Ground Weyrs Lakeside

Auri steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Siannen whoops, "Auriiiiiiiiii!"

Auri whoops too. "Sianneeeeeen!"

Tirone steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Auri thinks their bubbly was better, but hey. No competition. "Who made it?"

Siannen shrugs and scratches her head, "I dunno." And their's was better.

Auri recalls the bubbly/Dytez/flit drool/Kali incident. Correction. Their bubbly /was/ better.

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

You paged E'ren with: Siannen pages, "Are you still busy? Please, please, please don't be busy. We wanna play."

Yshanth

Wildfire and wildflowers come together along the swift and graceful curves of this slim-cut dragon, burning to gold the field of hemp that underlays those more vibrant, virulent hues: sunfire lights salient hooks of 'ridges and sails, running as rastafarian braids along her snakey spine and down the coil of her daring and determined tail. The rest of her petite frame blossoms with green in every earth-grown shade and hue, the colors scurrying to cover each sharp angle or flowing, lilting curve and even her deep-set eyes swirl and melt with psychadelic glee.

Straps run in a reddish, earthy brown that somehow melds to equally earthy draconic form. Yet, to the same dragon's taste, handholds have been dyed a dizzyingly psychadelic array of colors. Watery blues, grassy greens, and the faintest touches of earth's most natural vermillion coincide in rhythmic sworls of cheerful hue, colors worn smooth by 'rider's grip. Framing each buckle is a small stamp of a wildflower, petal after petal lifted in a spiky, bright testament to Yshanth's own moods.

Gettin' High Atop Yshanth is Tai.

Yshanth is 1 Turn, 2 months, and 9 days old.

She is 18 meters long, with a wingspan of 30 meters.

Yshanth seems to be listening.

Yshanth spirals in - wings beat firmly against all sorts of breezes and updrafts, the weyrling green placing talons firmly against the ground. Upon her neck, Tai fiddles with straps before sliding rather elegantly down the gilded neck and grinning towards other folks in the bowl. "Hello!"

Tai drops from Yshanth's sunny neck and makes contact with the earth beneath her.

Tai

What was once white was bronze and is white again; skin's been sun-starved and has therefore gone pale, alabaster creaminess claiming skin save around ears and cheeks, where reddish bronzes still lurk. Yet, she's managed to hold onto a memento of Istan sunshine; those red highlights have remained. Crismon'd, strawberry'd tones sweep forth, claiming wispy tendrils that have been trimmed, tamed, now curling delicately o'er tops of shoulders, barely sweeping the tops of 'blades. Work-roughened hands still hold mysterious, dark aristocracy, as do slender arms, muscled legs. Womanly curves have become all the more evident, especially as style-of-dress alters. Eyes gaze -- azure, sapphire pools of sight, clear and laced with a silv'ry lining.

Sturdiest sisal of navy blue forms a snug-fitting tunic with long sleeves that flare out stylishly over slender wrists but leave room for freedom of the fingers. Riding leathers - for /riding/, this time - are of simple onyx, fastened with a silver-buckled black belt and tugged snugly over black boots of softest wherhide.

A single cord of black'n blue - obsidian'n midnight - loop once in a simple knot, though a slender ribbon of earthy green weaves through, reminiscent of the color of Tai's lifemate, Yshanth.

She is awake and looks alert.

Tai is 19 Turns, 7 months, and 16 days old.

You notice Tai looking at you.

Siannen waves to Tai, "Hello." A glance is given the dragon, a pretty one, since she's green.

That's cause greens're fantastic, no? "I'm Tai," the rider of said green pipes up, offering another wave to the couple of weyrbrats. "That's Yshanth."

Auri smiles. "HI! I'm Auri! Wanna be my friend? Does Yshanth wanna be my friend?"

Permitting a wry grin to spread lips and crinkle eyes, Tai cants her head thoughtfully towards Auri. "Well met, Auri. And, sure, I'll be your friend. Yshanth says she will, too." Curiousity gleams behind the azure pools of dragon-eyes, Yshanth's massive head lowering to grown level to fix Auri with one great blue orb.

Talani walks in.

Siannen likes greens the bestest. "I'm Siannen. And dat's Auri. She's my friend too. Yshanth sure is purdy. Greens are my favorite. But Endi likes golds. I don't they're too big." that was prolly the most words she's put together in a long time. Wow.

Auri jumps up and down in happiness at all the company. "Good! I like friends." She looks at Talani curiously. "Hello! I'm Auri! What's your name? Wanna be my friend? Everybody else her is!"

Talani

Talani is a young woman, full of energy and mischeviousness. Her long black hair, falling just below her knees is tied back in a sever braid. She is average height, at 5'3''. Her dark brown eyes glint with happiness, and laughter. Her muscled body is thin, her movements ever sharp and accented.

Talani is wearing a long, ankle-length dress, dyed a shade just a tad bit lighter than plum. The dress was made to fit, complementing her body. Soft hems show as gold threaded; a bit of embroidery is done in the same manner. A wide purple ribbon weaves attractively through her plait, stopping at the matching leather thong that completes the hair dressing.

Talani wears the knot of a Master Sea Hold resident.

She is awake and looks alert.

Talani is 17 Turns, 2 months, and 4 days old.

"Well, golds -are- sort of big," Tai acquiesces, nodding sagely in Siannen's direction. Look, -Tai- as dragon-connasieur. "But I'm partial to Yshanth."

Talani giggles, eyes glowing with laughter, "Hi, I'm Talani, I'd love to be your friend! My favorite dragons are blues."

You notice Talani looking at you.

Auri pipes up shrilly. " Good. Now everybody's my friend. I like "dragonnies" in general. They're all pretty! And nice too!"

Siannen nods and beams, her rarest 150 watt smile turned on Tai and Yshanth. She notes that blues aren't that bad, but greens are the bestest, yup.

Yshanth, for one, is nice. Those great oceans of eyes turn towards Talani, now, the weyrling green sniffing lightly at the trio of strangers.

Auri is challenged by Siannen's beam, and smiles even brighter. Hah. The advantage of dimples.

Talani snivels, pouting, "I don't have dimples."

Auri beams again, lopsidedly, showing off her single right-cheek dimple. "I got one."

Auri releases Pix, who launches into the air.

Siannen doesn't smile that often, that's all. A curious glance is thrown towards Yshanth, "You aren't going to lick me, are you?" She got licked by a draggie once. Slimy.

Lifting fingers to brush along smooth cheekbones, Tai's lips twitch into the slightest smile. "I don't have dimples either." Siannen's query gets a throaty rumble out of Yshanth - but no licks, nope.

Talani turns toward Siannen, rinkeling her nose, "Do they have big tongues?"

Auri backs away from Yshanth. She's been in an encounter with a licking flit before. It was dirty. Auri doesn't like dirty. Dragon licks to her must be the same, just bigger.

And, therefore, dirtier. Tai takes it upon herself to answer Talani's question. "Well, yeah. They're big, so."

Siannen nods to Talani, "Uh-huh. An' deys slimy, too." She likes dirty, but not slimy. An' it was Mrrdynth licked her, too.

Auri ducks her head from a distance, trying to get a good look at Yshanth's tongue, but not at risk of getting licked.

Pix hops to Siannen awkwardly (no wings: remember the apron thing?) and tries to lick her boot.

Yolk chittergiggles at Pix, /he/ can fly.

Tirone raises her head, interested, at the sound of Yolk. That flit. Again. Hmm.

Siannen reaches down and scritches Pix, the poor thing.

Auri

You are looking at the very epitome of innocence. The round, cherubic face in front of you is surround by bountiful locks of gold. A pair of huge, liquid cerulean eyes take up half her face, then give way to pouty, pink, full lips and a set of rosy cheeks, not yet rid of baby fat. 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 all the sunshine of childhood, but the site of her unhappy is heartwrenching. She is small of stature, and though not overly heavy, a bit on the plump side. All and all, she is childhood in all it's glory.

Auri's favorite color? Why pink of course! She is clothed in a dainty pink dress sprinkled with little white flowers, and trimmed with lace. Over this, she wears a whimsical white lace apron, to keep from getting dirty. For horror upon horrors if by chance she gets dirty. Her gold curls are held high with a humongous bow: bright pink, and wider than her entire face. She has a set of new creamy-white weyrhide boots she is extremely proud of and keeps spotlessly clean. Auri's Basket hangs heavily from Auri's shoulder.

She is awake and looks alert.

Carrying:

Auri's Basket

Auri is 10 Turns, 11 months, and 20 days old.

Pix ignores Yolk, though his flit-feelings are hurt. He continues on his boot-licking quest.

Talani looking around the room at the young girls, "Wow, you all have firelizards."

Talani goes home.

Siannen didn't really want hers, oh well....

"Mine're up," Tai says, jutting a thumb into the sky as she draws 'brows close to search for the word. "Up, in my weyr."

Auri tosses her gold curls proudly. "Two. A bronze n' a green. They're both pretty. The bronze is Pix n' the green is Tirone. They're my friends."Created: Tue Sep 29 16:45:58 1998 CDT

"I've five," Tai offers, the faintest hints of a blush coloring otherwise pale cheeks.

Siannen cocks her head at Tai, "Dat's neat."

Auri pouts but widens her blue eyes. Mad at being outdone, but curious, she asks "What colors?"

"One of each," Tai relates, chin tipping up in involuntary pride. "Gold's Orya, Bronze's Ibiral, Brown's Nekrel, Blue's Psychadelic, Green's Khama. They're adorable little cuties."

Yolk chirps at Ti, How are you today?

Tirone chirps back, rolling her eyes in a flirtatious manner unusual to her. Fine. You?

Yolk notices Tai looking at him.

Auri oohs. Five flits. Wow.

Yolk warbles, He's just dandy. And you look very nice today.

Tirone croons happily, once again proving flits are /not/ immune to flattery. If she could blush, she would. You look nice too.

Tai very casually closes her eyes and peers downwards - she's not sleeping. She's, er, resting her eyes.

Tai has disconnected.

Siannen leand over and whispers to Auri, "y'know............Tai, dragon..........lick..."

Tai has connected.

Tai blinks and oh's. Yes. I wasn't asleep, really.

Tai goes home.

Yshanth goes home.

Auri steps away for a moment to write herself a note.

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 cool breeze whips softly around you as heavy black clouds begin to blot out the night sky, obscuring the stars. The wind picks up, blowing in even colder from the north.

Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are Majicke, Bundr, Gunwalloe, Lava, Zhaneel, Trellis, Yolk, Mosfet, Tirone, and Pix.

Green Misumith and blue Mrrdynth are here.

You see a wagonmaster, The Great Big Yurt, Wagon One, and Skan here.

Obvious exits:

Pens Northern Bowl Caverns Ground Weyrs Lakeside

Auri returns from writing herself a note.

Siannen giggles and tugs at Auri's sleeve, "Wanna go to see Nee? Dat big dragin sez he'll take us."

Auri nods eagerly. "Ok! That sounds like fun!"

Auri calls to Pix, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

Auri calls to Tirone, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

You call to Yolk, who flies over and lands on your shoulder.

Auri says, "Let's go!""

Siannen scrambles aboard the big dragon, holding a hand out to Auri.

Auri takes Siannen's hand, stumbling a bit, then gets on the beautiful spotted dragon.

Auri yells atop the dragon, "Let's go Dotteth!"

Siannen taps the rider on the shoulder, "Ista weyr, please."

Siannen walks out.

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 late night.

Marlin is here.

Obvious exits:

Northeastern Bowl Plateau Southeastern Bowl

Siannen walks in.

Auri walks in.

Siannen dismounts from the spotted dragon, "Thank you Dotteth!"

Auri hops off, petting Dotteth and thanking the rider.

OOC: Marlin wonders if you're talking npc dragon?

OOC: Siannen nods.

Siannen leans over to Auri and whispers, "Me.............lick?"

Auri whispers back to Siannen in the same tone. "Yah...you....lick."

You notice Marlin looking at you.

Siannen nods, the creeps up to Marlin. *pounce* goes the brat, then, *SLURP* as Marlin is thuroughly licked.

Marlin

This young man is a rather muscular-but-tall-and-skinny guy, with sparkling blue-green eyes and blonde hair. His skin is a medium tan, and he has no freckles.

He is wearing some light material pants of a rich emerald green, with a matching top. His shoes are a good wherhide, that probably cost a fair bit...

He is awake and looks alert.

Carrying:

Tool Stuffed Firelizard

Marlin is 20 Turns and 3 days old.

Auri joins in the fun, and licks Marlin daintily, much cleaner a job than Siannen did.

Auri releases Pix, who launches into the air.

Pix crawls over to Marlin and licks his boot. Yum.

You release Yolk, who launches into the air.

Marlin stands quietly, thinking, until two little brats go pounce. Astonished, he looks at the two questioningly.

Yolk chittergiggles at the silly people.

Chaneen blinks in from ::between::!

Auri grins hyperactively at Marlin. "Hi! I'm Auri! I just licked you! What's your named? Wanna be my friend?"

Siannen steps back and giggles, then tugs at Auri. "Go......Nee.....next?" she beams at Marlin, "I'm Siannen, and I licked you first."

Auri obeys Siannen's tugs. "Nice ta meet you Mister. We have to go lick someone else now. Bye!"

Marlin grins and nods. "Sure.." he says, recovering from surprise. "I'm Marlin," he says...

Auri calls to Pix, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

You call to Yolk, who flies over and lands on your 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 late night.

Perched on rocky crags about the bowl is Klahbie.

Green Zoryanth, bronze Nhamarath, brown Sevareth, and bronze Kijeth are here.

You see Nappa and Cannon here.

Obvious exits:

Hatching Cavern Central Bowl Weyr Tunnel Living Caverns

Auri walks in from the Central Bowl.

Auri walks to the Living Caverns.

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 nineteen firelizards.

You see Platter of Meat and Matope here.

Auri is here.

Obvious exits:

Northeast Caverns Kitchens Bowl Southern Caverns

Auri *growls.

Auri walks to the Kitchens.

Auri walks in from the Kitchen.

Siannen *thinks there are people in the galleries.

Auri walks to the Northeast Caverns.

You go to the Northeastern Caverns.

Northeastern Caverns

Deep booming caverns spin north from the hub of the living cavern like spokes of some great stone wheel: narrowing quickly, the catacombs of the weyr twist and turn under and around each other, lava pockets and burps now forming the living and working spaces of the weyr. Glows gleam, faintly green and fickle, from the baskets that swing along the walls.

The faint scent of sweet sand beckons off to the north, and the racous calls of gambling and darts betrays the low entrance to the gaming rooms towards the northwest.

Auri is here.

Obvious exits:

Infirmary Baths Living Caverns Fosterling Quarters

Auri walks to the Infirmary.

You go to the Infirmary.

Infirmary

This large bubble shaped cave is most obviously natural. Showing sighs of recent renovations and overhaul, the walls are freshly painted and the fittings look quite new. One wall of the cave is covered in cupboards, one prominent one is marked with a black skull and crossbones, a heavy lock bolted to it. In the center of the room directly under a large glass glow basket is a stone bench covered in a padded sheet, this area is obviously the examining table. Around this bench are racks, draped carefully with sterile cloths. A bench against the back wall contains a sink and a water heater as well as some research equipment including a white cloth draped over what must be a microscope. The wall opposite the cupboards has three beds against it with curtains designed to be drawn around them on tracks, a chair beside each bed. The room smells faintly of redwort and numbweed.

You notice Iliya asleep here.

Auri is here.

Obvious exits:

Weyrhealer's Quarters GroundWeyrs Caverns Crafters'Area

Auri walks to the Caverns.

Auri walks in from the Northeastern Caverns.

Auri says, "Wanna go to the errr....Weyrhealer's Quarters?"

Siannen peers around, "Lets go find the candies........or there.

Auri blinks. "Candies? Um...you lead."

Auri walks to the Weyrhealer's Quarters.

You go to the WeyrHealers Quarters.

WeyrHealers Quarters

One large bed piled high with rushes occupys one corner of the room. A few thin blankets lay across with a large fur folded at the end. A couple of other cots are arranged about the roomy cave with extra blankets stored on a shelf if needed. A solid wood desk sits up against one wall and is heaped with records, many of them describing healer techniques.

A large piece of cleaned up driftwood is propped up against one wall for a firelizard perch, with small toys hanging from it for amusement purposes. Pust up against the foot of the main bed is a large clothes press that won't cose completely all the way, allowing a faint smell of lavender to drift out.

Hanging off of hooks on the ceiling are a myriad assortment of drying herbs and flowers adding color and life to the room.

Dark grey walls and floor have been lightened up with paint that has been mostly scrubbed away, but enough color remains to still be noticible. A large woven rug has been added to the floor, covering up most of the paint as well as protecting from cold stone floors.

A faint smell of redwort is barely noticable above the sweet smell drying herbs.

You see Kelsi here.

Auri is here.

Obvious exits:

Infirmary Curtain

Kelsi

A small young woman/child peers up at you and crosses her eyes before breaking out in giggles. Straight brown hair is streaked with light blonde and hangs about her head in a big mess even if recently combed. Blue eye's twinkle with all sorts of mischief and a pink tongue can be seen sticking out at odd moments and at people as well

She wears a single purple cord in a single loop signifying her position as a Healer Apprentice.

She wears a soft cotton dress of a plae biege that hangs down to her ankles.

Kelsi is 19 Turns, 3 months, and 3 days old.

Auri grins at Kelsi happily. Yay! Person! She then proceeds to lick Kelsi up and down, doing a nice precise job I might add.

Kelsi * please leave this room now!

Siannen giggles at Auri, then *SLURP* licks kelsi.

Auri * waves.

Auri slips thru the door out into the infirmary.

Siannen *okay

You slip thru the door out into the infirmary.

Infirmary

This large bubble shaped cave is most obviously natural. Showing sighs of recent renovations and overhaul, the walls are freshly painted and the fittings look quite new. One wall of the cave is covered in cupboards, one prominent one is marked with a black skull and crossbones, a heavy lock bolted to it. In the center of the room directly under a large glass glow basket is a stone bench covered in a padded sheet, this area is obviously the examining table. Around this bench are racks, draped carefully with sterile cloths. A bench against the back wall contains a sink and a water heater as well as some research equipment including a white cloth draped over what must be a microscope. The wall opposite the cupboards has three beds against it with curtains designed to be drawn around them on tracks, a chair beside each bed. The room smells faintly of redwort and numbweed.

You notice Iliya asleep here.

Auri is here.

Obvious exits:

Weyrhealer's Quarters GroundWeyrs Caverns Crafters'Area

You slip quietly in from the Weyrhealer's Quarters.

You go to the Northeastern Caverns.

Northeastern Caverns

Deep booming caverns spin north from the hub of the living cavern like spokes of some great stone wheel: narrowing quickly, the catacombs of the weyr twist and turn under and around each other, lava pockets and burps now forming the living and working spaces of the weyr. Glows gleam, faintly green and fickle, from the baskets that swing along the walls.

The faint scent of sweet sand beckons off to the north, and the racous calls of gambling and darts betrays the low entrance to the gaming rooms towards the northwest.

Obvious exits:

Infirmary Baths Living Caverns Fosterling Quarters

Auri walks in from the Infirmary.

Siannen tugs at auri, C'mon.

Northeastern Caverns

Deep booming caverns spin north from the hub of the living cavern like spokes of some great stone wheel: narrowing quickly, the catacombs of the weyr twist and turn under and around each other, lava pockets and burps now forming the living and working spaces of the weyr. Glows gleam, faintly green and fickle, from the baskets that swing along the walls.

The faint scent of sweet sand beckons off to the north, and the racous calls of gambling and darts betrays the low entrance to the gaming rooms towards the northwest.

Auri is here.

Obvious exits:

Infirmary Baths Living Caverns Fosterling Quarters

You go to 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 nineteen firelizards.

You see Platter of Meat and Matope here.

Obvious exits:

Northeast Caverns Kitchens Bowl Southern Caverns

Auri walks in from the Northeastern Caverns.

You head out to the 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 late night.

Perched on rocky crags about the bowl is Klahbie.

Green Zoryanth, bronze Nhamarath, brown Sevareth, and bronze Kijeth are here.

You see Nappa and Cannon here.

Obvious exits:

Hatching Cavern Central Bowl Weyr Tunnel Living Caverns

Auri walks in from the Living Cavern.

You go to the Hatching Grounds Entrance.

Hatching Grounds Entrance

The imposing height of this tunnel is a mere shadow of the cavern beyond. Worn smooth by time and touch, the walls and floor reflect turns of passage by candidate and observer alike, dusted gently by a smattering of coarse black sand; heat and excitement are palpable here as well, cooled somewhat by the breeze that filters in from the bowl. Broad, shallow stairs sweep up to the galleries for more general observation, while a broad, lower tunnel leads towards the sands themselves.

Brown Chelath is here.

Obvious exits:

Sands Galleries Bowl

Auri walks in from the Southeastern Bowl.

Siannen peers up at the galleries, "Lotsa......we....lick'em."

Auri walks up into the galleries.

You go to the Galleries.

Galleries

Tier and tier of benches rise high in these galleries, encompassing a sweep along a full third of the cavern's wall. Seats worn to slippery-smooth likeness, they are broad enough to offer security -- but each one is also high enough to offer a clear view over those in front. Several lines of rope cordon off this area from the Sands below, and a precariously narrow pathway offers access to the multiple layers of draconic ledges that line the walls.

To view things on the sand, see <help here>.

Perched around the galleries are six firelizards.

You notice Orb asleep here.

Th'lin, Saera, Dayven, Sharyn, and Auri are here.

Obvious exits:

Ledges Stairs

Saera

Thick, walnut-hued tresses frame boldly freckled cheekbones with dark, silky layers, running along the refined line of her jaw. Mahogany strands fall in slender, elegant wisps to brush past warm brows, slipping past to touch upon cool temples. Dark lashes frame a dark, velvety-soft gaze, tripping lightly to and fro as she actively examines her surroundings. Freckles continue their vagrancy across nose's bridge, fading down that appendage to nothingness; peach curve of full, pert lips is constantly set in an attitude of good-natured mischief. Her lithe frame nearly bursts with exultance, every limb and movement warm and effervescent and /alive/.

Lowslung leather breeches cling to slim thighs, the lines tracing her legs in gleaming ebon. Well-oiled boots encase her ankles and calves, the edge between boot and breech merely a whisper of a suggestion. Rich burgundy outlines her upper body, curving pleasantly o'er breast to wide straps 'cross tanned shoulders. The sleeveless shirt serves to prove the litheness of her frame; long arms swing freely at her sides, a flash of silver glowing from one hand. Rhiannon curves, catlike, against the side of Saera's neck. Tryvor winds his tail in a bronzen coronet about Saera's throat.

The sweet ochre and white of the Herdercraft curves just once o'er her shoulder, a tail flipped negiglently to one side; a tassle in Ista's bold orange dangles from it. The only admission to her Candidate status is a white sisal ribbon, stained and bedraggled, which is tied in a decidedly slapdash manner about the gathered cords.

She is awake and looks alert.

Carrying:

Rhiannon Tryvor

Saera is 18 Turns, 2 months, and 8 days old.

Dayven nods his head, 'Aye, sir...I just spent the day peeling tubers....and not a single cut.' He adds rather proudly.

Auri waves at everyone in general. "Hi!"

Siannen giggles to auri, peering at the candies. "Hows 'bout......dat one?" and she points out Saera.

Saera adds dryly, "They haven't been obliging enough to set me to stable duty. Now, that's something I'd truly enjoy." Strong arms propel the mop back, forth, back, forth. "What about me?" she calls over to the weyrbrats with a whimsical smile.

Th'lin grimaces, "Tubers... guess I know what's for dinner, then..." He looks up at the newcomers as a distraction from the possibilities of his future meal and offers greetings.

Auri nods solemnly, smiling at Saera. "Hi! I'm Auri!" She points to Siannen. "Can she lick you?"

Dayven glances at the newcomers, trying to conceal a chuckle at the question.

Th'lin blinks, his brow raising, "Lick? What?" Maybe he doesn't want to know...

Saera blinks for a moment Siannen. "Lick me...where?" she asks warily.

Siannen giggles and slinks toward Saera, then stops, blinking, as Auri /asks/? "Since when do we ask?"

You notice Th'lin looking at you.

Th'lin

His face shows signs of many years of flight and caring. Prominent cheekbones frame a set of warm, brown eyes which were made to match his ruddy brown hair. Streaks of silvery-grey glide past his temples disappearing behind his ears. His tall, well-built frame shows a hint of his age in the slight padding around his middle, but strong arms and a sense of constant alertness display a rider who has not yet left his prime.

Th'lin wears a faintly scuffed, rugged flight jacket with the comfort and ease of an experienced rider. Riding leathers tuck into the tops of polished wher-hide boots, buckled tightly along the outside.

He is awake and looks alert.

Th'lin is 44 Turns and 2 days old.

Auri pouts. "/I'm/ polite. Some certain people aren't. Polite people ask. You should know that."

Chaneen glides up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.

Th'lin opens his mouth as if to say soemthing, thinks about it, looks at the two girls again, and closes it.

Chin thrusts into the air. With a haughty sniff, Saera extends one hand. "You can lick my hand," she remarks indifferently, eyes glowing. "Or my boots. Preferably my boots. But that will be all."

The housekeeper arrives to cart Orb off to bed.

Dayven turns his attention back to the eggs...resting his chin on the palm of his hands.

Siannen giggles and licks, *SLURP*!

Auri ew yucks. What a sloppy lick.

From the hatching sands, Saria goes home.

Th'lin obliquely places his hand over his mouth, but the smile is evident in his eyes.

Saera smiles affectionately down at the girl. "Now, then, my little bootlicker," she purrs thoughtfully. "How would you like me to lick you?"

Auri releases Pix, who launches into the air.

Siannen giggles and turns to Auri, ooooh....

Pix waddles toward Saera, a silly site. He wants to be licked. He stops at Saera's boots and looks up inquiringly.

Saera trembles on the verge of licking, then shudders and turns away, leaving mop abandoned. A litany of "Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew" trails behind her as she dashes headlong up the stairs, undoubtedly to clean her boots.

Saera heads down the stairs.

Siannen shrugs, "Fair's fair..........." Oh well......Next victim?

Pix turns his slightly chubby head to look at the remaining people in the room. What did he do?

Auri looks meaningfully at Th'lin. "Pleeeease?"

Th'lin doubles over, laughing heartily... his shoulders shake for several moments before he draws himself up and wipes a tear from his eye as he smiles

Th'lin straightens his face, "What?" He suddenly looks as though he may have been cornered...

Auri gives Th'lin her sweet lil' innocent angel face. "Just a lil' lick."

Siannen turns and beams at Th'lin, flashing a 150 watt simle. Oooh, two in one night......(smiles, that is.) "Yah, pweeeeeease?"

Th'lin wipes his hand across his forehead, looks at the two kids helplessly and closes his eyes. He sighs a slightly resigned, though still amused, "Okay..."

Chaneen goes home.

Dayven just watches with a mixture of bemusement and relief he is not the one being licked.

Auri jumps up and down. "YAY! You wanna or should I, Siannen?"

Th'lin shakes his head, "Just quickly?"

Siannen ooohs, *pounces* and then.............*SLURP* "You cin get Dayven...."

You notice Dayven looking at you.

Th'lin winces away from the wet tongue and gives a lop-sided smile to his attacker.

Dayven umms softly,'That's okay...You really don't need to.'

Dayven

A rather scrawny young man...with little to mark his apperance, save a jaunty smile that seems to occur at the most inopportune times. His dishwater blond hair is combed on occassion..but mostly it looks as if he has just run his fingers through it. Dark brown eyes seem to peer eagerly about him, little seems to escape his notice.

Dayvan wears an baggy pair of coveralls and a white shirt that simply accentuate his scrawniness. Battered wherhide boots cover his feet snugly. Perched on Dayven's shoulder is Praha.

Dayv is wearing crisp white cord with a single loop on his right shoulder.

He is awake and looks alert.

Dayven is 16 Turns, 7 months, and 16 days old.

Th'lin stands up and pats Dayven's shoulder, "Consider it a kind of initiation... I'm sure you've been licked by worse."

Th'lin walks closer to the exit, surreptitiously wiping slobber off his face with the shoulder of his tunic.

Siannen nods, "Least we're not dragins. Dere sloppy an icky."

Auri gives Dayven her best puppy eyes. "But you look yummmy!"

Pix strides over to Th'lin and peers up at him. How about you?

Siannen nodnods, "Yeah, you do........An' Auri's neater den me."

Sharyn goes home.

Neola scampers up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.

Th'lin gives Pix a scritch, perhaps purposely not understanding the flit's quizzical look.

Dayven just errs softly, 'Why?' He croaks, 'I am a herder...dirty...ayup, very dirty.'

Pix decides to settle for the scritch. He likes being scritched.

Th'lin mentions to the newcomer as she walks past the door, "Lots of Licking going around. Be forewarned."

Siannen grins at Dayven, "Mebbe I should lick him then, Auri. Since you don't like dirt." a glance is given the newcomer, then, "Neeeeeeeeeeeee!!!"

Dayven takes this opportunity to take a couple of steps back...hopefully out of licking range.

Auri continues badgering Dayven. "Please, pretty please? We'll bake you cookies! Or a bubbly! Just pleaaaase?"

Siannen grins at Dayven, "Yeah, we bakes good stuff. Pweeeeeeeeeese?"

Neola quietly skitters in, looking around then stopping short as something catches her attention, "Huh? What? Licking?" She asks, faintly confused and that showing on her face. That is.. Before she recognizes a few people. "Siannen? Is zat you?" She asks, surprise coloring her tone as she skitters closer, just a little and frowns, "You came down from the 'Reaches? Why? A visit?"

Dayven pauses at the mention of food, his gaze moving across the others as he holds out his hand, 'alright...but just there..and only there....Nowhere else, ' He reiterates.

Auri pipes up. "She wanted to see you!"

Siannen nods to Nee, "Yup. Auri, you or me?"

Auri yays. She gives a neat little lick on Dayven's hand, not a Siannen-slurp. "There!"

Siannen grins, "Dat wasn't bad, now was it?" turning to Neola she beams, "Can I lick you now?"

Dayven lets out a deep breath, then smiles, 'Thank you...' He pauses as he realizes her doesn't know the girls name, 'I am Dayven...and you are?'

Siannen pipes up, "I'm Siannen, an' dats Auri."

Th'lin's gaze is taken in by the sand once more, "Is licking a High Reaches tradition, then? I'm certainly not familiar with it where /I'm/ from." Though faced out to the sands it sounds as if there's a smile in his voice.

Auri beams. That's quite a lot of beams for one little girl in one day. "Hi Dayven! I'm Auri! Wanna be my friend?"

Neola giggles softly and ohs as she grins, looking from one friend to the next, then wrinkling nose up slightly as she watches the Auri-lick, "Whatcha doing? And why're ya lickin' him?" She asks, making another face and shaking her head, "Ick. He's a Herder I think, icky and dirty.. And a boy besides!" Here she stops, blinking then taking a step back, "What? Lick me? Um.. No. Ick. Why? Why not lick... Him!" Finger goes to rider, the only one here she doesn't know.. Oh well. Maybe he'd like it? Not her.. Eww. "Why're ya licking peoples?"

Dayven offers Auri a slight bow, 'Well met Auri...and of course I would like to be your friend'

Siannen addresses Neola again, "We came in on Dotteth. An' we felt like it?"

Th'lin turns an eye towards the newcomer, "Already been licked, thank you." He smiles and turns back to the sands again

Pix squawks. What about me? I haven't been licked!

Siannen looks back to Th'lin, "We jus' started lickin' today. An' how about Nee, 'stead of bein' licked, you lick Pix?"

Pix croons happily. Yah. Lick me.

Pix waddles over to Neola and looks up, as if to say, "Well?"

You release Yolk, who launches into the air.

Neola takes a few more steps back and shakes her head, "Lickin's icky, 'cepting when its to a sweetstick or somethin'." She mumurs, stepping back again and almost tripping over a uneven spot in the galleries floor, "I don't wanna lick either.. And lick a 'lizard? Eww.. But well, guess its better then a person. But why? I don't wanna lick.. 'Less you gots a sweetstick?" She asks, hopefully, searching between the two of them and frowning slightly, "Do ya? Maybe? Or do I haveta go lookin' for em /again/?"

Yolk chitters at Pix, silly flit.

From Auri's shoulder, Tirone totally agrees. Licking. Very undignified.

Siannen ums, and rummages around in her pockets......."Uh, here!" And Sian proudly displays a sticky, halfeaten sweetstick.

Th'lin stands and takes one last, encompassing look out over the sands. He pulls himself away and rolls his head on his shoulders, then runs a hand through his hair. "I have to get back to my weyr. Goodnight Dayven." He turns to the three girls, "Goodnight to you as well... will you all be staying for a while, or is this a short visit?"

Yolk would rather lick Ti.......

Auri searches her apron pockets, finding nothing. "Nah-uh. Sorry. No sweetsticks." She wrinkles her nose at Siannen's halfeaten goodie. "Ew. Yuk."

Siannen shrugs, "Depends on if Nee wants us t' stay......"

Th'lin bites his lower lip, looking at the sweetstcik with an expression that clearly says 'ick'. He straightens his face out, hopefully before it's noticed

Dayven smiles as he stands and offers a slight bow,"Thank you, sir...and pass along my best to Kijeth?'

Auri waves goodbye to Th'lin. "Byeee!"

Siannen scoots over to Th'lin, and having not noticed his expression, offers her goodie.

From Auri's shoulder, Tirone would prefer not being licked. Even by Yolk.

Th'lin nods to Dayven, "Of course." He looks towards Neola, curious to hear if the girls will be staying, but already walking towards the bowl.

Yolk warbles, if you say so......

Torey wanders up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.

Th'lin heads down the stairs.

Auri hops back to avoid contact with Sian's sticky sweetstick. "That's dirty Siannen. Dirty's icky. Icky's not good."

Siannen grins and bounces over to Torey, giggling as she puts the sweetstick back in her pocket. "Can I lick you?"

Dayven glances at the others with a rather bemused smile as he slowly starts to edge towards the stairs.

Torey quirks an eyebrow and blinks, hopping backwards down a step rather than up to the next. "No." she says plainly. Ick. Licks.

Siannen ohs. "Why not?"

Pix hums mournfully. No scritches now. No scritches or licks. As Torey walks in, he perks up, a bit of hope, it seems.

Torey wrinkles up her nose and giggles. "Cause it's icky and yick." So descriptive is she.

Neola just takes a few more steps back, stopping though and moving out of the way as Torey makes her way up, "Um.. No, I'll jus get some fresh sweetsticks somewhere. Those are what're good for lickin', not peoples. Right Torey?" Please say yes.. Please please. Save her! "People are ick to lick.. You wanna lick sweetsticks, those are good. Those are what lickin's for."

Dayven heads down the stairs.

Siannen hrmmms, "Den you'd like Nee. She didn't like lickin either.

Pix squeaks at Torey for attention. People may not be good for lickin', but he certainly thinks he is.

Siannen giggles, "Pix tastes good........"

Auri *has to go. Nite all!

Torey looks up towards Neola and nodnods, quite visibly. "Lickin peoples is just plain ick." she agrees, quite fully.. and what she says is kidlit law, yes? "Sweetsticks are /much/ much better'n salty icky people." Trust her, she tried it once. Yick.

Auri goes home.

Siannen snugs Auri! Auri is snugged!

Torey grins over at Pix and offers out her hand for a scritch or a perch, or both.

From afar, Auri snuggles. Buh-bye! Carry on the legacy of the lick!

Siannen shrugs, "Lickin' people can be good."

Pix croons as Torey scritches. Scritching is nice. It makes him sleepy...

You paged Auri with: From afar, Siannen licks you

Torey rolls her eyes at Siannen and blinks "Whatever given ya that idea?" she wonders, scritching Pix and softly gigglin at his croon.. same reaction she gets from her own... much like big ol' puddy tats.

No. What /Nee/ says is kidlet law. 'Least where High Reaches Weyrbrats are concerned, right? "Ick ick and ick. 'Specially lickin' boys, like dat Herder. The Candie one, Dayven. They /licked/ him." Horror huh? Thats beyond ick in her book, lickin' and a /boy/ too. Ick! "Say.. Do'ya have anymore sweetsticks Torey?" Neola asks, turning pleading liquid brown eyes to her new friend.. Aww. Who could resist? She's been sweet-deprived for /way/ too long, "The cherry ones?"

Siannen has licked lotsa people. "I just wondered what they'd be like. So Auri an' I hijacked a draggin and came and started lickin.

Torey quirks her eyebrow at Neola. "Of course I gots more." she says, only slightly haughty, as if not believing the question. Her word is law, to all her friends anyways, simply ask Orb. "Why?"

Siannen shrugs, "Didn' have nuffin to do."

Torey looks o'er at Siannen and blinks. "Doncha find them salty?" she querries, "Almost like sea water? But warm?"

Ah, maybe for her friends. But Nee has the badge. Purty, huh? So it /shows/ she's boss. But then, only to her friends as well. /Her/ Brats, and her word is law with them, right? Right. "Do you have em with ya?" Neola asks, frowning a little as she notices haughty, or slightly haughty tone. Though, she quickly shrugs it off after a few moments. Yep, no need to get upset over this.. No. "And canni have one?"

Siannen ums, "A li'l bit.......but not too bad. I's fun though."

Torey nods with a giggle. "Course I got them with me." she grins.. bribary works for leadership too, very well sometimes. "I got several in m'pocket. Always keep some." she grins, eyes glinting a bit as she looks up at Neola. "An maybe." she grins. Yup, get them addicted, then keep the goodies. "Ya want only one?" Maybe she can part, with just one.

Siannen thinks it's time to go home, S'pot and Dotteth might get anxious.

Neola nods quickly and grins, "Yeah, jus one. Just need one.." Yeah, something. Something sweet, its been sevendays! Eep. She craves sweetening, and sweetsticks are the best source for that. 'Specially the cherry kind. Yum! "Please?" Oh, look. Manners! Wow. "Jus one. You said you had several din't ya?"

Torey hmmms and nods, pulling out one sweetstick, pinkish in color. "You got something to trade?" she wonders idly, always out for a deal. Wow, manners! Too bad Tors isn't an adult, she might even have been... impressed. "Cause, I got a sweetstick right here." she grins, waiving it a bit.

Siannen tugs at Neola, pretty blue eyes peering up innocently, serious just this once. "Neola, you're coming back to us, right? Promise?"

Torey blinks, looking down at Siannen as she tips her head. "Going back?" she asks, curious.

"Trade? All I gots are cookies, the ones I snitched from the kitchens.. They're good, nothing like High Reaches cookies, but they'll do. Two of those for one sweetstick?" Neola asks, eyes narrowing slightly as she zeros in on her target, the sweetstick. Sticky, sweet and yummy.. Just what she wants. But, of course, she won't let too much of that show. "Coming back to you? Yah, sure.." She mumurs absently, eyes on the sweetstick and the girl holding it, "So what do'ya say huh? Deal?"

Siannen nods, "Uh-huh. Back to 'Reaches, wif us...." turning back to Nee, her eyes are /almost/ teary. "Pleeeeeease?" she beams, "Promise?"

Siannen hugs Neola and wanders out, in search of Dotteth.

Siannen clambers up onto her big paisley dragon, then offers to S'pot, "Home please."

You click your heels three times.

Brat Cave

Extremely large room is aglow with brilliant glowbaskets lighting up the room, positioned above grasping fingers carefully in corners as to provide the best possible illumination. Cavernous walls shine, dabb'd hither and thither with bright shades of fingerpaint, as are the pots lying scattered all over sturdy kid-size tables huddled in bunches in corners.Rugs scatter the floor to protect small feet also, perhaps a bit smudged here and there from little accidents, embroidered by Nanny Mirisae in her spare time, almost seeming to cover a dip in the floor and topped with plush chairs all confortably positioned in a loose ring about a comfortably warm fireplace flickering cheerfully for storytelling.

Sweet and yummy, scents of cookies and candy waft about the room.

Poking through the paint pots is Poldhu.

You see Toy Box, Tickle-Me-Nuff, a fireplace, and Aurae here.

You notice Mirisae, Kyavan, Kalla, and Vanessa asleep here.

Obvious exits:

Sleeping Quarters Inner Caverns Southeast Rooms