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 August 18th (?), 1998, for
the benefit of members unable to attend. A conflation of two separate logs by S’phen
and Flarra, edited by Pyrene
[At High Reaches Weyr]
S'phen
Nothing is remarkable about this young man, he only stands about five foot nine and is of
average build. His hair is a dark brown, neatly combed and trimmed to just above the
ears., His crystal blue eyes are filled with a compassion for others and seem to glow with
a inner warmth and confidence enhanced by the impression of his beloved Trebinth.
S'phen wears a cinnamon brown leather jacket that hug his frame with perfect fit, Sleeves
coming to just above his wrists and shoulders that lay smoothly, forming to every curve
and bend of his arms allowing for quick and effortless movement. While not flying, the
front of the jacket is usually left open, if not taken off completely, displaying a royal
blue, long sleeved tunic. close fitting, comfortable black leather pants follow the length
of his legs, disappearing into the tops of black leather boots and held up by a cinnamon brown riding belt. Perched on S'phen's
left shoulder is Willowbark. with a melting
glare, that seems to see right through you, WhirlWhind
stares at you from S'phen's shoulder. Perched on S'phen's right shoulder is Raphah.
on S'phen's shoulder is a knot of double cord, one black, one blue, the colors of High
Reaches Weyr with a cinnamon brown ribbon woven in honor of his lifemate.
He is awake and looks alert.
S'phen is 21 Turns and 2 days old.
S'phen smiles and looks around, "Good evening Pyrene. How are you this evening?"
Pyrene barely nods to S'phen, agitated look on her face as she quickly casts around for her fire lizard.
Pyrene calls to Poldhu, who flies over and tumbles onto her shoulder.
S'phen finishes his juice quickly and set the mug down on the table, "Something wrong, Pyrene?" he asks softly, looking at the girls face.
Pyrene
Small, thin and pale, there should be a vulnerable quality about this young girl, but she
carries herself as tall as her inches allow. Such pride is not reflected in her appearance
however, her clothes seem to be chosen for comfort and a shock of dark hair falls over her
face through which equally dark eyes stare out at the world in determination. Keeping
watch from Pyrene's shoulder is Gunwalloe. Fidgeting on Pyrene's shoulder is Poldhu.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Pyrene is 12 Turns, 8 months, and 19 days old.
Pyrene stands indecisively chewing her lip, and starts at S'phen's question, "I have to go...My Aunt is ill."
"Go where?" S'phen asked gently, "Of course to your aunt, but where may I ask does your aunt live?"
Pyrene grimly fights back tears, "My family just sent for me to get to Redsands, they say I have to look after her..." She is babbling desperately, "They say I shouldn't have been at the Weyr...It's not my fault she’s ill."
S'phen smiles softly, eyes filled with concern. "Redsands is a long way off, way over on Ista. Have you asked if a rider can take you?" he asks quietly, standing and moving to stand closer to her.
Pyrene blinks, "I was going to get a ship..." she shudders slightly, "Could a rider take me?" She stares up at S'phen, eyes wide and somewhat nervous.
"A ship would take way too long girl." S'phen shook his head, "Too long, and of course a rider will take you. This rider," Brownrider points to himself. "And if you’re ready, we'll go now."
Pyrene hesitates, grateful but at the same time..."Thank-you...I'm ready, umm but..." Tears do fall now as guilt shame anxiety and frustration all get to her, "I get seasick!" she suddenly blurts out for no apparent reason.
S'phen smiles softly and gently places a hand on Pyrene’s shoulder, "All the more reason to fly instead of take a ship. Have you ever been adragonback?" he asks, looking at her face with concern filled eyes.
Pyrene wipes her eyes and face in a desperate attempt to regain her composure, "No, that's just it, suppose I'm on a dragon and... " She blushes fiercely, "Is it... bumpy?"
S'phen couldn't lie, sometimes it was, "It depends on the air currents we run into." he says gently, "I’ll let Trebinth know this is your first time and he'll fly slower for you. He's good about taking it easy with first time fliers." he gently nudges her toward the door, "Come on now, let's get going and not keep you aunt waiting."
Pyrene nods, after all anything's better than several days on a ship. "OK," she murmurs weakly.
Pyrene exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Central Bowl
S'phen smiles "Do you have a jacket you can wear?" he asks as Trebinth crooned softly, crouching down, one large whirling, blue - green eye focused on Pyrene.
Pyrene stares at Trebinth with a kind of desperate determination shaking her head to S'phen's question. "This one I'm wearing...oh! We're going to have to go between aren't we?" Her eyes grow even wider, but at least she doesn't look scared any more.
"Yes, S'phen replies putting his hand on her shoulder lightly, "We do.. you let me help you mount up and I’ll mount behind you, OK? Ready?" he moves to assist her to mount as he - Trebinth - continues to croon, sensing the girls nervousness.
Pyrene takes a deep breath and moves toward the dragon.
Pyrene grabs a riding strap as Trebinth offers her a foreleg for easier
mounting.
Trebinth [Central Bowl]
Smooth, liquid browns wash all his limber length with cider's heady flavor, runneling
darker to talons spiked with nutmeg and tail's fluid flip. A few shakes of cinnamon dust
his narrow muzzle and mull about the ridges of his spine, while apple's sweet, golden
undertones curtain his broad wings with warmth. Warmth,
too, radiates from the pooled light of his gaze, its intense focus lending strength to his
already sturdy and sensible frame.
Like a cinnamon and sugar frosting tops off a cookie, the freshly oiled straps on
Trebinth's neck add the final touch this dragon needs to look perfect. Made from a soft
cinnamon brown leather, this set of straps are decorated with two ribbons stitched along
their leading edge, one purple, one white, the colors of healer hall.
Relaxing between neckridges, is Pyrene.
Trebinth seems to be listening.
S'phen smiles, slipping in behind Pyrene and reaching around her, buckling the straps securely in place and gently nudging her against him, "Lean back, take a deep breath and relax. Trust Trebinth and don't look down if that helps."
Trebinth spreads his wings and stand to his full height, then, thrusts his wings down and up they lifted.
You take off.
Above the Bowl
Pyrene gasps and looks nervously down at the ground while clinging onto the neck ridge. She offers S'phen a small smile, "This isn't so bad."
Trebinth circles slowly, gaining more and more height, passing spires and ledges, leaving them far below.
Wind caresses wings and pinions as you circle higher and higher up out of the caldera.
Above High Reaches
It is a summer late night.
Obvious exits:
Weyr Over the Mountains Star Stones
S'phen smiles and hugs Pyrene gently, "Trebinth suggests we fly to Nabol before we between to give you a chance to get use to flying. How you doing so far?"
Pyrene nods, still hanging on to that neck ridge. "Good thing I'm not afraid of heights...tell Trebinth thanks...and that he's a very smooth flyer!" she replies.
S'phen nods, "He says thank you and he's happy you are enjoying your flight."
Above the Mountains
It is a summer late night.
Obvious exits:
Alpine Meadows Sky Over
Glaciers Towards the Weyr
You are shocked by the increased winds that whip around you.
Pyrene manages a dazed grin, she's not quite enjoying it but she's getting there, at least her dinner's still on the inside, "Eesh, it's windy...the view's...wow!" She cranes her head from side to side staring down at the mountains.
Trebinth adjusts his wings quickly to compensate for the difference in air pressure, and until he can stabilizes the flight path, things are a bit turbulent. S'phen hugs Pyrene close as Trebinth drops in altitude and levels out in a glide. "He apologizes for that, unexpected change in the wind off the glaciers."
You head towards the glacier.
Sky Over Glaciers
It is a summer late night.
Obvious exits:
Sky Far West of Nabol Sky
Northeast of Tillek Hold Alpine
Meadow Towards High Reaches
Hold
You freeze in the wind above the glacier.
Pyrene is slightly green, but fortunately is too distracted by the view to really pay attention to her stomach. The fire lizards cheeping delightedly on her shoulders help too. "It's alright, he's flying better than I can," she says with the shadow of her usual grin.
S'phen chuckles, "I should hope you’re not trying to fly, girl," he teases. "Another reason for your jacket," he adds as they fly over the ice cap below, "Cold here."
You fly east.
Far West of Nabol Hold
It is a summer late night.
Obvious exits:
Sky West of Nabol Sky Over
Glaciers
You sigh with relief at leaving the cold wind behind.
Pyrene nods, although she can barely feel the cold, warmed by dragon rider and lizards as she is. "No I haven't tried to fly," she giggles "Although I've often wished I could..."
Trebinth rumbles softly, flaring wings as they hit the warmer air and soaring higher. S'phen smiles, "He loves flying high, though if it bothers you, he assure me I’ll drop lower again."
Pyrene shakes her head, she's starting to get into this now and has a wide smile on her face. "No, it's fine, this is incredible."
You head east.
Sky West of Nabol Hold
It is a summer late night.
Obvious exits:
Above Nabol Hold Courtyard Far
West of Nabol Hold
You fly in from the west.
Trebinth banks slightly, turning into the breeze now and flying towards a hold, far below and to the west.
You head east, catching a rising thermal.
Above Nabol Hold Courtyard
It is a summer late night.
Obvious exits:
Nabol Hold Courtyard Sky
West of Nabol
You glide on a thermal towards Nabol hold.
Pyrene gasps at the sudden turn, but remains reasonably calm, peering at the distant hold. "Is that Nabol?"
S'phen nods, "It is." and even as he speaks, dragon flies over the hold, banking slightly again and heading out to sea, S'phen smiles slightly and reaches fore Pyrene’s hand, "Trebinth says we need to ::between:: now alright?" he waits fore a response before continuing while Trebinth slows his speed.
Pyrene swallows and rearranges her grip on Trebinth's neckridge before nodding.
S'phen smiles, closing his eyes for a moment, "Just relax and lean back against me. You’re going to feel very cold, no sound, sight, or other feeling, and remember, even though you can’t feel me or Trebinth, we're here with you. It will only last three heartbeats. OK? Trebinth will wait for /you/ to tell him you’re ready."
Pyrene squeezes Trebinth's neckridge firmly, calling as loudly as suddenly tight chest will permit, "Ready, Trebinth!"
Trebinth slows, hovers and wait, the envision ready and when the word is given, is ::between::
Trebinth circles once, twice, three times and vanishes, a cinnamon cookie devoured by the cold nothingness 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 Redsands
It is a summer late night.
Obvious exits:
Beach Southwest Northwest Grasslands
Trebinth spirals out of the deep freeze of ::between:: much like a frozen cinnamon cookie.
Pyrene gasps, as they emerge from between, her hands now in a death grip on Treb's ridges. Her fire lizards croon calmly from her shoulder which seems to comfort her.
Pyrene smiles weakly, "It's a bit like seeing a dragon: no matter how much you hear about it, you're not prepared..."
Trebinth slows his spiral and hovers for a moment, allowing Pyrene to regain composure and relax. “We're, above Redsands,” S'phen says gently, giving Pyrene and soft squeeze of reassurance, While Trebinth began his descent to the beach.
Pyrene suddenly registers that they are in fact in a much warmer place, and looks down curiously, "We are? Oh...do you ever get used to this?" Her breathing has eased and she looks much more comfortable now.
S'phen nods as they continue to drift downward, "It is something you never get used to, either, ::between:: No matter how often you fly, you never get used to it."
[At
Redsands…]
Flarra
looks up suddenly as she hears shouts from outside, "A dragon? Here?" She
listens to the shouting some more, "On the beach?!"
[She goes to the beach]
Redsands
Beach
The
wide beach reflects burnished red, the brick-hued sand colored by the clay deposits found
here. Several dragonlengths to the north, one
of the surrounding mountain ridges juts far into the water
on a narrow peninsula, shaping one
side of the protected harbor. Gentle waves
lap the sands, the might of the sea tamed by the curving harbor. Far inland of the
high-tide mark, a tall cliff looms over the red beach, the sheer face of pale grey stone
flecked with veins of green and bluish mineral deposits.
Nearly a dragonlength above the beach, a pair of large bronze doors is set into the
pale stone above a wide, switchbacked ramp of packed earth and neatly set cobblestones
leading from the sands below the cliff. A
favorite spot for sunning firelizards, the beach is also the prime location for large
gatherings and parties. Set to one side, out
of the way, is a firepit surrounded by a wide ring of stones, suitable for open air
cooking as well as nighttime conversations. A
few large logs, arranged carefully around the red beach, provide comfortable places to sit
or lean.
It is a summer late night.
High above, you see Trebinth.
Snuggled down in the red sand, is Rial.
You see a wagonmaster, Lara, and Koda here.
Obvious exits:
Docks Wild Beach Ramp Grasslands Redsands Road
You
peer through to Above Redsands and see...
You
soar above the Istan north coast. Just below,
the grassy plains end in a sharp cliff that drops off to the ocean below.
A rust-colored sand beach hugs the base of the cliff, and the cool waves from the
big bay roll up on the sands.
Brown Trebinth is here.
Flarra
looks up, squinting slightly, "A brown dragon? Here? I wonder what happened?"
Trebinth
sweeps in for a landing.
Pyrene
blinks, looking down at the beach, "Is that Flarra?" she says, forgetting the
fact that S'phen wouldn't have a clue, "What's she doing here?"
Flarra
peers up again, slowly backing off so the large brown has space to land.
S'phen
smiles and releases the buckles
that hold Pyrene in place while Trebinth croons softly, whirling eyes turning to peer at
his passengers.
Flarra
A young woman about five feet, eight inches tall with a well muscled medium to
large frame. Her face is softly framed with
rich dark brown colored hair, which
only reaches to her shoulders, tickling the back of her neck. Her somewhat close-set eyes
are a deep emerald color and burn with a mysterious intensity, set on a oval shaped face.
Just below her eyes is a small well-shaped nose, although her skin is fair, there is a
faint sprinkling of freckles spreading from her nose to her cheeks.
A simple white tunic with a thin gold-colored leather cord wrapped around her waist
like a belt. A pair of long white pants are tucked into sturdy wherhide boots. Its not an
extravagant outfit, just a plain practical one. If you look closely enough, you notice the
hint of a tightly wrapped bandage, around her right shoulder and back... A glint of fiery red on Flarra's finger catches
your eye. Flarra is wearing a silver necklace with a small charm on it. Strapped around
Flarra's waist is a belt with an attached knife and pouch. Flarra's Pack hangs heavily
from Flarra's shoulder. A soft brown creature is perched on one shoulder, demanding
further inspection. She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Red Star Ring
Flarra's Pack
R Charm
Plush Mocha Firelizard
Flarra's Knife
Felis
Flarra is 16 Turns and 6 months old.
Pyrene grins dazedly at Trebinth, and
pats his neck ridge that she has abused so much, "That was wonderful Treb, I just
wish I had a cookie for you."
Flarra
stares in awe at the sight of such a magnificent dragon.. "Wow.."
Pyrene
turns, "Flarra! it is you!"
She looks back at S'phen, "How do I get down? it looks like miles..."
Trebinth
rumbles softly and S'phen chuckles, "You'll have plenty of time for giving him
cookies later back at the Weyr. But he thanks you for the offer. May I help you
dismount?" he grins and
offers his assistance.
Trebinth
offers Pyrene a foreleg as she dismounts, easing her gently to the ground.
Trebinth
offers S’phen a foreleg as he dismounts, easing him gently to the ground.
Pyrene
staggers a little on landing as she suddenly realizes what she just did. She turns
back to stare up up up at Trebinth, "Oh Faranth..."
Flarra
slowly walks closer to the dragon and rider, shocked when she realizes she recognizes one
of them.. "Pyrene?! Is that you?"
S'phen
smiles and pats Trebinth’s side,
“You rest a bit Treb, I’m going to see that Pyrene gets settled OK, you deserve
a rest after your wonderful flight." Brownrider’s attention is turned to the
young women now as Trebinth finds a comfortable spot in the sand. Offering a hand in
greeting to Flarra, S'phen greets, "I’m S’phen, brownrider to brown
Trebinth. And you are Flarra?" he guessed by the name Pyrene had used.
Pyrene
turns back to Flarra again, "I flew here!" she says helpfully.
"Indeed
she did fly." S'phen grins, "And was a very good passenger at that, Trebinth
enjoyed the flight as much as she did."
Flarra
still looks slightly shocked as she takes the offered hand, "Yes, I am.."
S'phen
smiles warmly, "Well met, Flarra."
Pyrene
suddenly snaps out of her daze, remembering why she's here, "Oh! My aunt! Flarra, do
you know Raina? Do you know where she is?"
Flarra
turns to Pyrene, "So I see.. What brings you all the way here to Redsands? Something
important I assume, judging from your mode of travel.."
Flarra
nods slowly, a look of concern on
her face, "Yes, of course I know Raina.. Why do you ask? Is something wrong?"
Pyrene
stares at Flarra slightly surprised, "She's ill of course! I've been sent here to
look after her!"
Flarra
says, "Oh, I really haven't noticed. Only been here a few days.. I'll take you to her
room right away."
Pyrene
nods to Flarra, looking back at S'phen, "Will you come too?" Whenever she's
around family she always feels like extra protection.
Flarra
nods and gestures towards the hold, "If you'll follow me.."
Flarra
walks up the ramp, through the doors, and into the hold.
S'phen
smiles, "Sure I will friend." he
turns to follow them quietly
[We go to Raina’s room]
Raina's
Room
You notice Raina asleep here.
Flarra and Pyrene are here.
Obvious exits:
Out
Raina
Stringy black hair is pulled back in a tight and severe knot. Dark leathery skin
frames a harsh and no nonsense expression. Glittering coal black eyes seem to beam
straight to your heart. A large woman that is all muscle from years of scrubbing and cleaning. Large weathered hands offer
comfort when needed but are also has likely to get the backside of someone who slacks on
duty.
She is dressed in a pair of well worn dark brown trousers and a shirt of white. A
dingy and lightly stained apron covers her large waist. A pair of soft sided
and hard soled boots sit comfortably on her feet.
She is sleeping.
Raina is 30 Turns, 3 months, and 23 days old.
Pyrene
looks over at Raina and whispers "Is she asleep?"
Flarra
glances around the room and back to the two new arrivals, "Here we go,
Raina's room. She appears to be sleeping though.. Is she going to be OK?"
Pyrene
spreads her hands and looks to S'phen the healer for some sort of answer.
S'phen
slips in quietly and stand back, out of the way, watching, and listening a glance is given the
sleeping woman, hearhealer trained eyes looking for 'signs' of illness, mostly out of
habit.
Pyrene
looks somewhat at a loss now faced with a sleeping invalid. Of course, Raina couldn't have
known she would get here so fast....
With a sigh she sits down on the rug near the table, prepared to wait or bunk down for the
night if needs be.
Blue
eyes shift again back to Flarra, then to Pyrene and back to Flarra again as something
catches S'phen's gaze. "Excuse me, ma’am, may I get a closer look at your
knife?" he asks quietly, "My
foster sister is a trader and I’m thinking it may have been one she might have
traded, I’m not sure, though."
Flarra
nods, looking some-what confused, "Certainly.."
Flarra
draws her knife.
Flarra
hands Flarra's Knife to
S’phen
Flarra's
Knife
A small ornamental belt knife bearing the family crest and initials on the hilt.
The handle of the knife is shaped in the form of a dragon with glowing red rubies for the
eyes. The blade of the knife is newly sharpened and ready for use.
Pyrene
watches the others idly, relieved at some diversion from what could well be a boring
evening.
S'phen
shakes his head slowly, "No," he says softly, "Not one she traded, though I
have seen this crest somewhere before...... But where?" he carefully
hands the knife back to Flarra and motions for Pyrene to come join closer.
S’phen
hands Flarra's Knife to Flarra.
Flarra
sheath's her knife.
Pyrene
stands up and wanders over, "Where'd you get it Flarra, I sort of
Flarra
looks up, even more confused and glances back at the knife.. "The crest? What about
it? You know something about it?"
You
overhear S'phen mutter, "... ... have something back at ... Weyr ... ... dragon, with
... ..." to Pyrene.
Flarra
shakes her head, "I don't know where I got it. All I know is I've always had it with
me. It never leaves my side.."
Flarra
says, "That knife was my only possession when I arrived here.." She glances back
from the knife to Pyrene to the Rider, "You think it means
something?"
Pyrene
blinks at S'phen's question. "Not rubies... Oh, my ring has red glass eyes, my gran
gave it back to me." She replies softly, then glances at her lizards.
Gunwalloe
suddenly disappears ::between::!
Gunwalloe
springs from ::between:: looking
around for excitement.
S'phen
nods again, and whispers in return, "What were the initials on it, do you
remember?"
Gunwalloe
drops something small and shiny into Pyrene's hand.
Pyrene
grins in delight as Wal actually obeys her, and holds up a small ring shaped like
a dragon with red glass eyes. "It's not worth much really but it's old" she
holds it out to S'phen.
Pyrene
smiles over to Flarra, "I think it's meant to be my gran's family crest or somethi--
Oh!" Finally catching on she
swings back to S'phen, eyes wide.
S'phen
smiles and gently takes the ring, examining it, then holding it out to Flarra, "By
the first egg if.... Nevermind. Take a look at the initials in the inside of the band,
Flarra. Compare them to the initials on your knife. They’re the
same."
Pyrene
simply stares at Flarra, jaw all but touching the floor and her mind, for once in her
life, racing.
Flarra
looks over at the small ring in S'phens hand, carefully examining it and turns back to her
own knife, "Shards! You're
right, they /are/ the same..." She turns to Pyrene, "If this is right then that
means we're..."
Pyrene
has worked it out in her own head, "My gran was, lets see...We must be cousins, of
some sort. Wow a relation who doesn't mind me at the Weyr." She continues to stare at
Flarra.
"Related,
or at least distantly." S'phen smiles brightly, "If only there were a way to
tell how distantly.."
Flarra
chuckles softly, "And all this time, when we met and everything.. We were related and
never knew.." She turns to
S'phen and nods, "But we're still related right? Even if it is distantly."
Pyrene
shakes her head vigorously to snap out of it, this day is a bit too much after the recent
quiet weeks. Suddenly, impulsively, she hugs Flarra.
"No
doubt." S'phen assures,
"No doubt. The initials prove that."
Flarra
snaps out of her daze and returns the hug warmly.. She gazes down at Pyrene, "Wow.. I
would have never guessed.."
Pyrene
smiles softly at Flarra and glances over at Raina who has slept comfortably throughout. "That means Raina's
your aunt or cousin or whatever too, she's on Gran's side."
S'phen
smiles bright as a bugle of draconic joy can be heard outside, S'phen eyes sparkled as he
backed toward the door, "Trebinth and I are /very/ happy for you both, as you can most certainly
hear." he grins, "Unfortunately, we need to get back to the Weyr. We'll be back
to see how you’re doing, Pyrene." He assures as he reached the door. "You
send your lizards if you need anything sooner, OK?"
Pyrene
nods gratefully to S'phen,
"Thank you so much... I'll be fine here with Fl-- my cousin!" She grins happily,
eyes holding more gratitude than she can express with words.
S'phen
smiles and waves and slips out the door.
Flarra
finds a nearby chair and table, and sits down carefully, placing her pack on the
table, "I was going to give you something when I came to visit again at the Weyr but
this seems like as good a time as any, if not better."
Pyrene
blinks at her curiously and then wanders over. "Really, what?" You can forgive her manners, she's family
now!
Flarra
opens Flarra's Pack.
Flarra
removes Plush Golden Dragon from Flarra's Pack.
Flarra
closes Flarra's Pack.
Pyrene
stares at the toy dragon, "That??? Wow, it's so pretty..." her voice trails off
at this unexpected delight.
Flarra
reaches into her pack and removes a very large stuffed golden dragon, "I hope you
like this. I was at the shop when I saw this and thought of you. You said you wanted to be
a gold rider, right?" She points to the stuffed dragon, "She can be your dragon until then. I'm
sorry if its such a poor substitute for a real dragon, but its the best I can do. If I
could give you a real dragon I would.."
Flarra
hands Plush Golden Dragon to Pyrene.
Pyrene
smiles in sheer delight at Flarra, "Ohh you're much nicer than my other
relations! Thank you so much!! I may never be a gold rider but this is lovely... I'll just
have to keep her away from all those grubby kids." Never mind the fact that she's a
fairly grubby kid herself.
Flarra
grins, "I'm glad you like
it.. I was hoping you would.."
Raina
wakes up.
Pyrene
giggles, "I hope Trebinth can carry it back OK." Her laugh breaks off as her
face is suddenly split by a yawn, just as her aunt wakes up.
Pyrene falls asleep.
[Cute
huh? Or something. Incidentally, the Plush Golden Dragon is still in the Brat
Cave at High Reaches Weyr. Py left it there after she Impressed]
