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17. December 2000
Beach
Ancient dunes have been flattened by the endless parade of people and dragons that tramp northwest across the bowl, leaving a mere skiff of sand here along lake's beaten edge. Footprints litter the curve of beach, some left turns ago and caught frozen in the heavy clay earth near the water's edge. As the sun sets, shadows invade, creeping like fingers across the gently sloping ground and darkening the distant ledges on the far side of the lake.
To the north, dust rises from the redolent pens while the flattened disc of the main bowl is just a step to the northwest.
It is an autumn midmorning. Dark clouds loom pendulously to the north, pregnant with rain; already a few spots hit you from above. If the wind is any indication, they will be here before the afternoon.
To the northeast, you see one person.
To the north, you see Revnath and Rubyth.
Darting here and there are Aeneas, Flip, Kyutu, Irvine, Icculus, Kernow, and Bow-Wow.
Brown Zenzorath, blue Wiranth, brown Anwyllth, bronze Rixesith, bronze Nylanth, and green Miravith are here.
You see Ayashii, Hatchling Rules <-- read this!, and Robin Goodfellow here.
Hiliza, Kinecha, Loren, and Auri are here.
Obvious exits:
Stables - Feeding Pens - Central Bowl - Lake
Hiliza
This young woman is short, not distinctively so, but still short enough to be considered short. Being of average beauty, she has an oval shaped face with a sharp nose, a strong chin, and thin, pale rosy lips. Oft times her fern green eyes will sparkle with golden or light brown flecks. Her lashes are thick and dark, falling quite sort of reaching thin, expressive eyebrows. Her skin is a naturally very pale, which contrasts with the raven black of her hair. Two even sections of it hang just past her shoulders while the rest of her hair is just about as long as her shoulders. She is built with very almost no curves, and it's evident that she'll never be very buxom or have much flesh on her hips at all, not that she's complaining.
Bundled up tightly, Hiliza wears a dress made of thick hide, dyed a wonderfully light orange. It keeps her warm, but not in her usual darkness. Tight fitting, it almost seems to constrict her breathing as it runs down her front, flaring out into a wide skirt. The sleeves are also tight, cuffed in at the ends. The cut is high on this dress, and the hem low, covering her up almost completely. A thick jacket is either worn or carried, depending on her state inside or outside. The jacket itself is worn and about five sizes too big for Hiliza-she practically disapears into. Heavy boots protect her feet from the cold of outside.
A ring on her left index finger shines brilliantly, and a dusty silver ribbon dangles a mountian and a firelizard charm around her neck. Kishuku peers protectively from Hiliza's right shoulder, occasionally nuzzling her neck. All too comfortably hitching a ride atop Hiliza's carrying tote is Yukimiko, tail curled around a strap. An almost smug look rests across Saihitei's face as he perches on her left shoulder importantly.
A single loop hangs formally at her shoulder, it's color and style proclaiming to all her status as a High Reaches Drudge.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 2 minutes.
Hiliza is 17 Turns, 5 months, and 8 days old.
Kinecha
Reaching a hight of almost 6 feet, this woman is taller than most. Her features are somewhat like those of a man, with hardened arm and leg muscels. Her blond hair, which is almost a stark white, has been cropped short and close to the scalp. Long brows arc over wide grayish green eyes with dark lashes. Her face and chin are angular and her nose is long and narrow with only a little bend at the middle, where it once was broken. On her right cheek is a 5-centimetre scar which runs just below her cheekbone. Her hands, with strong, long fingers, are callused and scarred. All in all, this woman is very masculine.
Kinecha wears a thick-clothed darkblue shirt over a thinner sleeveless gray shirt. When outside she wears a heavy leather jacket, old and soft from many Turns of use. Covering her legs are black trousers, wellworn and in need of patching in several places. Her leatherboots reaching halfway up her calfs, are lined with soft fur. Necha's Pack hangs heavily from Kinecha's shoulder. Perched on Kinecha's shoulder is Erzulie.
On her shoulder is a single loop, double corded knot in black and blue assigning her as a High Reaches Guard recruit.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 2 minutes.
Kinecha is 20 Turns, 3 months, and 12 days old.
Auri hops off Miravith, twirling in circles gleefully, arms outstretched, dress twirling about her, belling out like a pink blossom. "Hello you beautiful, beautiful people. How are all you wonderful types doing today? Perfect? Of course you are!" Auri squeaks. "How could you not be? It's a /perfectly perfect/ day." She oohs and aawws at Nylanth. "Ooh he's /pretty/ Gid. Introduce me? Yeah? Yeah? Yeah?"
Loren
Mousey brown hair flutters over Loren's head in a mass of color, golden hues mingling twixt mahogany locks as almost metallic flecks of light. Thick layers, gleaming silkily, slide easily past slender shoulders and promintent shoulderblades to tickle the small of her back, even when arranged into her newest hairstyle -- a thick braid pulled 'round head in an odd sort of headband, the rest bound in a severe tieback. Face has become an almost pointy set of angles with the loss of baby-fat, jawline and a fairly prominent chin now clearly discernable. Button-nose, however, has retained its childish roundness, as have freckle-dusted cheeks. Dark violet eyes, glimmering a dusky and almost melancholy indigo shade, peer with naive innocence out over the aformentioned facial features, shadowed by arched, chocolaty eyebrows and helping shadow thin, rosy lips. Figure remains fairly petite, though Lo is certainly taller than before at a final stature of.. five feet and four and a half inches. Legs don't take up quite so much of this number, now, runner having grown into the fairly muscular appendages at one point or another. Waist, slim by no standards but certainly small when taking into consideration Loren's voracious appetite for cookies, sweeps upwards into an averagely curvaceous torso, which, in turn, leads into narrow shoulders, muscular arms, and long (if not chubby) fingered hands.
Purple! A sea of dark violet fabric engulfs Loren's petite frame, manifesting itself in a winter-and-autumn suited jacket of thick, soft wherhide. Coat is pulled snugly about runner's almost-shapeless frame, revealing subtle curves and an oddly slim waist. Fabric flares around the hips, forming a short, nearly-kneelength skirt that bounces with wearer's movements, revealing a fuzzy white lining for protection from the High Reaches' infamous chill. Top is fastened with glistening silver buckles, the metal not-quite-new, but adored enough to be well-kept and light reflecting. Hide clings to narrow shoulders an upper arms, loosening at the elbows and ending midpalm.. even with this length, thin, white sisal cuffs still appear, continuing down to the tips of Loren's fingers. Trousers are equally violet, and continue with the cling-to-a-point theme; legs are unLorenly tight until the knees, then swirl out, fabric-tones darkening to a near-black that matches snub-nosed, well-worn brown boots that are hardly visible 'neath wide, baggy cuffs.
Hold-knot has been replaced with something a bit more worn, although much more loved-looking. A jumble of blue and black, discernable as a double cord and single loop with a small tail and a tassle mark Loren as a High Reaches Runner.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 2 minutes.
Loren is 18 Turns, 6 months, and 7 days old.
Auri
Long shapely legs flow into full hips and melt into curvy waist, showing that, indeed, Auri has developed that perfect hourglass figure that little body has always promised, with rounds and a bust that rivals even Lis. Still, the totality of the frame is still decidedly petite, and sweet childlike face is almost unchanged. The epitome of innocence times three, she is lightly tainted by just a pinch of maturity dispersed about her features. Cherubic heart-shaped face has slightly elongated, but the single dimple on her right cheek, rosy cheeks, and pouty, pink, full lips remain untouched. Snub nose seems to have lengthened as well, though the mischievious lilt is still there. A pair of huge, liquid cerulean eyes take up half her face, deceptively demure, lined with thick dark lashes. Bountiful locks of gold curls, a cascade of shining sunlight, frame her round face and flow down past her shoulders, twisty locks a perfect summary of a bouncy, curvy, happy appearance.
Amazingly frill-less shirt, plain and long-sleeved with no trimming, of a pale, almost white pink, worn under a soft white weyrhide tunic, buttoning up the front with shiny silver buttons, fitting well, but large enough to accomodate what Pyrene calls 'becoming bustier'. Underneath, a brightly pastel pink skirt, falling to the awkward length of mid-shin/knee, trimmed by a large ruffle of a paler pink, worn over poofy bloomers that show just the slightest in the outline of her filling figure. White ankle-high boots, impeccably clean and polished, of tanned white weyrhide are worn over thick flax ankle socks, completing the pert little picture. Auri's Basket hangs heavily from Auri's shoulder. Perched on Auri's shoulder is Tirone.
Glossy ebony of starless night twirls sweetly with dreamy daytime sky blue, outlined by silver gleams and a thin ribbon of green sneaking through oh so subtly. Underneath, a crest of a wave on a badge, dubbing Auri a Tsunami greenrider for the 'Reaches.
She is awake and looks alert.
Auri is 17 Turns, 2 months, and 22 days old.
G'deon
G'deon appears at first glance to be quite calm and collected, though a mischievous gleam seems to tint his baby blue eyes from time to time. He shows promising signs of growing into what is still a somewhat lanky build, standing less than an inch under six feet, but many Turns of hard work have helped his shoulders to fill out considerably, along with his arms and hands. His legs however are still the wiry limbs of his youth, which he'll never lose. His sandy blond hair is kept quite clean and is beginning to grow out noticeably, locks of hair curling well past his ears and to his shoulders, managing to look a bit tousled at times. The calmness of his eyes makes up for that, however, clear and blue as the summer sky over High Reaches.
Sturdy black boots, darker than deepest night, give way to rather thick, close-fitting black trousers which are dotted at various areas and heights with pockets. From there is found a thick, black, wherhide belt cinched tightly at the waist, holding a rather tight royal blue shirt in place. The shirt is a bit coarse but appears warm. The rather loose sleeves fall to the wrists in modest bellows, tied firmly at the cuffs, and the collar comes together in a V-shape below neck, tied firmly together with cords like those at his wrists. An old rucksack seems to hang quite comfortably from G'deon's shoulder.
Unwavering shadows intertwine with the deep dark blue of glaciers, the two cords forming a single loop. Mingling with the cords is a fine ribbon of shimmering bronze, naming G'deon as a bronze junior weyrling of High Reaches.
He is awake and looks alert.
G'deon is 20 Turns, 2 months, and 15 days old.
Miravith
Virescent shades undulate gently over the soft hide of her cherubic form, rippling down a smooth neck as grass-green mingles with glints of molten gold. Innocence reflects in a glittery halo, subtly dusted with malachite, set primly atop her crown while her slim muzzle tapers into a childlike expression. Inordinate wings carry a tallow hue, pale green whispering lightly along the 'sails. Beryl spills across the capacious frame, her youthful appearance shifting with the tenebrious shades that stretch down her throat to hint at a vespertine nature. Verditure comes to a conclusion, vibrant emerald fairy-brushed along her back, winding down to tail and silver-taloned paws alike.
Heavily adorned leather straps, supple, pliable, and expertly tanned, float sugary and fanciful in a warped swirl of pink and white, berries and cream. The pink dye lies in hypnotizing spirals, soaked into the original milky white of the blanched leather. Florescent coralline stitches are sewed firmly and practically, yet decoratively, showing the rider's dedication to the job, as magenta handloops extend for aid in mounting, each rosy circle bedecked by a frilly blush cherry tassle. Most marked, however, are the silvery jingle bells that ring musically, attached to more magenta leather loops in all places convenient and logical, the argentate ornaments matching the brilliant steel of a neatly polished, scallop-shelled buckle.
Miravith is 3 Turns, 1 month, and 12 days old.
She is 40 feet (12m) long, with a wingspan of 66 feet (20m).
Miravith seems to be listening.
Nylanth
The torrent of darkness that blacks this dragon's claret hide rides his lean, broad-shouldered frame as a cascade of shadows. However dark that jeweled hide twinkles -- oh how it fits with never a wrinkle, that darkly gleaming skin -- his dashing, darkling glory is offset by those moonlit galleon's sails. Doe-skin brown may soften his hindquarters, but it is bronze that crinkles bright at his ale-laced throat, clatters down the gallop of neckridges steeling his spine and dashes madly along the rapier length of his tail. His eyes -- bright, like the moon at midnight -- eyes like the stroke of midnight, gleam with a robber's gaze.
Nylanth is 2 months and 14 days old.
He is 17 feet (5m) long, with a wingspan of 28 feet (8m).
Nylanth seems to be listening.
Loren strides in, glowing with a sickening sort of innocence as she looks around the lakeside. Hiliza and the others get a beam, as well as Auri once Lo notices her, and then she settles on G'deon, blinking. "Huh? Crowd? /Ooh/. Yes, s'a crowd." Lo knows what crowds are. Be proud. Auri gets another very /wary/ look -- was she always this.. perky? -- and then Loren flops on the sand, simply.. watching Auri. Because Auri's scary. Very, very scary.
Turning as she hears voices, Kinecha smiles at the new arrivals, "hello," she says, then turns back to Hiliza with a slightly worried look on her face. "You okay, Hi'?"
G'deon laughs softly as he and Nylanth both near the rider and the other three members of the 'Reaches. "Auri, a good morning to you and Miravith. This is Nylanth," he adds obediently, gesturing to the bronzeling.
Hiliza snaps her head abruptly sideways, smile coursing over her lips, "Oh! Goodmorning G'deon.. Loren, Auri.... Nytlanth, Miravith," She doesn't slide off her rock, but she gets the whole list, right? No one left out? "It's going to rain, you know..." She states, shrugging toward the northern sky. Back to Kinecha, "I'm fine," She smiles, happy someone is concerned, but reassuring that she really is allright.
Nylanth slows, eyeing the large green carefully, before glancing back at G'deon for a moment. He begins shuffling again towards the lapping waters not too far off, but stops mid-stride and looks at G'deon again.
Auri waves at Nylanth enthusiastically and blows the little dragon a kiss fondly. "Ooh. Darling. Really he is. Almost as sweet and innocent as my widdle Miravith." Miravith, in response, sits on a squirrel, and grins a toothy draconic smile in response to the squeal that emits. After which, she bats a paw shyly at Loren in greeting. She remembers her. She called her cute. Thas' a good thing. "So," says Auri, clapping her hands together. "How're the rest of you doing? C'mon now, speak up!"
Loren simply swoons at Miravith, and gleefully squeals: "How /cuuuute/!" Squirrel-squishing not included, of course. Lo didn't notice that. "Aaaaaaw!" Swoon, drool, faint. And Lo simply stares, drooling. 'least she's not falling into the lake or anything.
G'deon looks intently at Nylanth for a brief moment, then smiles charmingly at all around him, nodding to Auri. "Thank you, Auri, I thought so too, but I don't mind when others agree," he replies, winking at her. Nylanth in the meantime, sits back on his haunches curiously and studies the other humans, a faint reflection of G'deon's charm.
Hiliza twists a little to be facing people and not the lake, and chirps, "I'm doing all right....." But she's firmly seated on the rock. It's... comfortable? No. Safe? No. Hers? Okay, good enough. Hand detaches from other hand around her legs and she waves up at Miravith, somehow just wanting to. "Nylanth is gonna be bigger than her, right G'deon? When he's grown up? Dragons are so very big," And she's just a very small animal. Ahem. Person. Hi', you are not a Piglet.
Kinecha slides off the rock to sit on the sand resting against it instead. Little chitters eminates from the green lizard in her lap, dissatisfied at being discurbed in her sleep. "Behave, 'Zulie," she mutters, grinning up at the others.
G'deon nods quickly to Hiliza, an obviously proud look on his face. "Aye, he'll be much bigger... someday." He then grins, turning back to his dragonet. "Yes, Nylanth, she does look like a little dragon."
Miravith isn't a big dragon! She's quite small for a full grown one. It's the baby-chub that makes you think otherwise, really. And those chipmunky-cute cheeks poof out a bit as she lowers her head to snuffle curiously at Loren curiously, eyes swirling sugary-sweet.
<Local> Nylanth senses that he ponders quiet things as a light breeze winds its way idly through evergreens, across a mountain stream. << Will the little one grow as big as Miravith? >>
Vanyil slips in from the stable's short, trampled trail.
Dureena slips in from the stable's short, trampled trail.
Vanyil strolls on to the Central Bowl.
Marcos blinks in from ::between::!
Marcos streaks like a bolt of lightning to the Lake.
Dureena sneaks quietly to the Lake.
Marcos scrambles out of the lake, slipping slightly on the bank's slick clay.
Marcos streaks like a bolt of lightning to the Central Bowl.
"Sure, Nylanth, you can go in the lake. Rei will help you bathe," G'deon informs the young bronze.
Nylanth quickly trots over to the water, sand flying up at each step, then plunges into the water with an almost gleeful toss of his head, splashing up water in all directions and leaving a bit less dry land than there was a minute ago. A little bronze firelizard dives into the water beside his larger cousin.
Vanyil strolls on in from the Central Bowl.
Clayton walks boldly into the room, a grin on his face. in from the Central Bowl.
Vanyil strolls on to the Lake.
Clayton walks boldly into the room, a grin on his face. to the Lake.
Loren has disconnected.
Loren falls asleep, beaming as she curls up with her firelizards.
Ameli glides in from the Central Bowl.
Ameli glides to the Lake.
Kinecha releases Erzulie, who launches into the air.
Rei swoops over and balances carefully on Nylanth's bronzen neck.
Hiliza scooches back slightly on her rock, "G'deon... it's going to /rain/, you know... " She says it for what feels like the twentith time, trying in vain to hid further into her coat. "If it starts while he's in there will you have to wait?" See that concern? Well, it's there. "I don't want either of you to get sick," which a silly thing to scold about since she's got a bit of a cold...
Erzulie flies high into the air, then takes a head dive into the lake coming up with a sparkling and squirming fish. Settling down on a ledge she set to carefully dismembering said fish.
Looking at her green lizards fishing trip, Kinecha, grins at her skills. "She's good, don't you think," she says to no-one in particular.
G'deon smiles softly at Hiliza and chooses his own rock to perch on. "He's usually very quick with his baths, especially now that Rei," pointing to the little bronze on Nylanth's back, "has discovered he likes helping." The mentioned firelizard promptly dives back into the water as Nylanth turns on his back, wings extended carefully. Rei immerges and crawls up onto the dragon's stomach and begins scrubbing with tiny sandy claws.
Hiliza purses her lip, and then smiles back, having decided. "Well, that's good... So how are you?" She inquires, nodding at Kinecha. Her own green snorts disdainfully, which rallies both blues into protective chirping. Hiliza rolls her eyes and shooshes them. Silly things.
"Busy," G'deon replies, grinning at Hiliza as his bronzen pals are occupied in the water. "Not that this is new, but... it makes the days go by quickly.
Hiliza nods, "Everyone generally is busy... except maybe those without jobs... But they find things to do... " She twists her mouth into one corner, "And then they immerse themselves entirely into a hobby because they have nothing else to do-nothing else they want to do, and become shy and...." She blinks, and giggles at herself, "But nevermind that..."
G'deon smiles softly and scoots back a bit further, crossing his feet in front of him slowly, always a careful eye on the pair in the water.
Hobbies. Kinecha wishes that she'd had time for hobbies, although she wouldn't know what kind of hobby she'd have. "Still, it nice to be busy sometimes."
G'deon nods slowly to Kinecha. "Aye, and sometimes people just find something that suits them and they stick with it. It's a very personal issue for a lot of people to have that time to get away and do whatever it is they enjoy doing."
Bow-Wow sweeps slowly to the Central Bowl.
Hiliza nods, "Composing, for instance," She stretches her legs out and then turns upside down, peering at a over-turned Pern, "Or drawing.... weaving.... It's probably why the Crafthalls came about... a long time ago, you know. People with similar hobbies getting together to teach curious people how to do things," Hiliza blinks at her own thoughts, and then shrugs it off, arms dangling down to the sand below her. "Except maybe Healer Craft... we need healers... and Weavers..." She trails off. Obviously all the Crafts are important to Pern.
Pemeron slips in from the stable's short, trampled trail.
Pemeron
Pink, the first thing you see when you look at this short, stocky and well built young man with his narrow waist and short legs, and muscles hiding within a solid layer of pudge. Pink highlights grace his dark brown hair and overarch his faded green eyes which normally are his most noticeable feature. His soft pink skin becomes somehwat red around his cheeks and his ample nose, though thin lips retain a bit of their normal redness above his round chin. Darker pink flashes along his thick neck, which holds his round face on his shoulders. His barrel chest makes him seem larger than he is, and darker pink streaks flow down his muscular arms, ending in large hands with short stubby dark pink fingers, only the nails showing normal color.
He wears a pair of dark green swim trunks, cinched to the waist with a thin rope, and hanging to just the top of his thighs. They are slightly wider at the bottom than the top, and have a very faint indication that some kind of trim had been on the cuffs at and at the waistband at one time. Oversized and abused by time, they are none the less quite serviceable. Perched on Pemeron's shoulder is Impremo.
He is awake and looks alert.
Pemeron is 18 Turns, 5 months, and 3 days old.
G'deon grins at Hiliza and silently stretches before pulling his legs up from the sand below and crossing them beneath himself as he perches from atop a rock. That /can't/ be comfortable. "Hello Pemeron!" he suddenly calls out, waving to the young man.
Kinecha nods, "true. Though I've never even thought about getting a hobbie. I've always been too busy," she says, drawing her legs up under her. "I don't even know if I could draw..."
Pemeron waves at G'deon "Time off from watching your dragon G'deon? Care for a cold swim?" Sriding toward the water he looks at it for a while, before entering the water.
Hiliza is so startled she almost falls off her rock, "Pemmy?" She calls, upside down and a bit confused. Neck cranes to see, and she bursts into smiles, "Pemmy! Hiiii!! It's going to rain!" She's just got to make sure everyone knows the obvious. Then to Kinecha, "Oh, well every hobby takes practice.. I can draw a little bit. Mostly firelizards, not dragons-they always look like big firelizards, somehow... I can't get the difference right... or people. Though I did a good face-drawing once..." She sees Pemmy enter and, in twisting to right-side up herself, falls. "Ow! Pemmy.. it's cold! Are you crazy?" Blink, blink. Ouch.
G'deon grins at Pemeron and shakes his head, pointing out to the waters where Nylanth and Rei are cheerfully cavorting. "Rei's taking care of Nylanth today. That waters way too cold for me."
Pemeron calls back "So I see G'deon. And I knew that Hiliza, but I needed the cold water. The baths may be enjoyable, but sometimes I like the cold." After a while he climbs out of the water and towels off, leaving the blanket-like affair about his shoulders.
Getting to her feet, Kinecha decides it's time to get some sleep. "I'm gonna go now guys. I'll see you later," she says before leaving.
Kinecha slowly wanders to the Central Bowl.
Erzulie suddenly disappears ::between::!
Hiliza juts her lower lip out and begins to protest-"Well but you could get /sick/!" While clamboring back up onto her rock, "I don't want anyone sick..." She tucks her skirts under herself as she kneels on the rock, "Speaking of the baths.. I think that's where I'll go as soon as I go back in..." Which she isn't going to do for awhile. Friends outside. Happy Hi'.
G'deon smiles at Pemeron as he comes back out of the water. "Feel better?" he asks, then turns to Hiliza. "Actually... that sound like a good idea," he replies, "though I'll have to make do for now. It's amazing how much people take for granted."
Pemeron shivers and *brrrs* and says "Yes, actually, though I think I will still have to clean up in the baths later." he walks over and says "But for the cold air and the clouds, this would be a fabulous day."
G'deon laughs after a look at Nylanth. "He seems to /like/ the cold air and clouds." The weyrling then smiles at Hi' and Pemeron.
Hiliza, dispite her shivering, nods, "I think it's a lovely day..." she giggles, "not counting the weather, of course," She pauses, silent for a moment, and then says, "Pemmy.... I've not seen you in a long time, you know..." Eyes dance merrily at G'deon's comment, "Well, dragons have a lot more protection from the cold than we do... I think..."
"Yes, possibly, Hiliza," G'deon replies. At any rate, I know he lasts a lot longer in that water than I would."
Pemeron snorts "Dragons don't feel the cold until they are a long time between. Or so I heard from one of the older riders." he winks at Hiliza "How's Takovic? Haven't seen him in a while."
Hiliza flushes-is it this upcoming sneeze-ACHooo!-or Pem's comment. You pick, "He's.. all right. I've not seen much of him either," She pouts profusely, "And he's still.... well, you know," She sighs, flops over and back upside down and shoots back, "And Pia?" Impish grin is sent-upside down to all those looking, but still sent.
Pemeron shruggs, rather non-commital, replying, "Haven't seen her since candidacy. Probably sulking in her room. And you should have seen the reception I got in the stables... they want me to work more stalls, cause I had /time off/."
"Still in pink, I'll bet," G'deon says, laughing softly as he watches to two bronze lumps out on the lake. He glances at Pemeron for a moment. "Maybe next time we should put them in the candidate barracks and show them just how much we had off."
Hiliza widens her eyes in horro at Pemeron, "That's absolutely terrible. Everyone has been all super-sweet around me, like they're afraid giving me chores will send me into a sobbing rage," Hiliza sighs, "I keep telling everyone I'm fine.... and people are still all quiet around me sometimes.... " She pauses, and then adds, "Not everyone, of course," And smiles warmly.
Pemeron rolls his eyes "Ah, tha's probably why I haven't seen her. She's too embarassed to be about, and ... when they saw me all pink... they probably decided to make me work harder." he runs his fingers through his wet and still slightly pink hair.
G'deon grins at the other two. "Yes... why /are/ you pink, Pemeron?" he asks curiously.
Hiliza shifts again, onto her stomach, head resting on crossed arms. It's not easy to get comfortable on a rock. She giggles, and says, "Do share with us, Pemmy...." in a lilting voice, "How on Pern did the /both/ of you get pink?" She would've thought one would notice the problem and thusly not be all pink.
Pemeron laughs quite loudly "It seems that I was caught in a prank pulled on Pia, by Lyri no doubt, and that as a result of the coating of Niamhyth's talons in pink dyed lacquer. Somehow some pink dye was put in with the soapsand, and used by Pia, and then me." more giggles.
Hiliza bites her lip, eyes twinkling with mirth. "I managed to not get any pranks played on me..." Hiliza blinks, and then glowers somewhat, "Unless you count when we dressed Oren," Her eyes narrow, "up a girl and he..." She just stops talking. There's no need to be sulky at the moment, after all.
Mzadith scrambles out of the lake, slipping slightly on the bank's slick clay.
Cayl is led in by Mzadith.
Dsalth scrambles out of the lake, slipping slightly on the bank's slick clay.
Dsalth rumbles as he enter, wings fanned out as he walks from side to side, giving his P'rru an uncomfortable ride. Khaki hide seems to drip resently with the silver flashes of water. Any victims to give him a better scrub around here?
Imbriath shuffles with the awkward gait of a weyrling in from the Central Bowl.
Hyzen is led in by Imbriath.
"And..I..-told- you..not..to..grumff..Get /up/ Mza!" In..tugs Cayl, hands wrapped firmly around long blue tail and trying rather pointlessly to drag the beast towards the lake. Mzadith's grown quite a bit since hatching, so it's a null struggle, but ling is /determined/ to give him the bath he so begged for not ten minutes ago! "Next..*grumph* time..you -won't- eat first..Come on! Wake up silly shard!" She continues her struggle, managing (no doubt with at least /some/ help from the half asleep beast) to slowly make her way towards the water.
From Dsalth's neck, P'rru eases him self over that wide sorrel shoulder, giving Dsalth a quick glare while he's at it. Now the brownrider has a sore butt thanks to the bumpy ride he's been subject too. "Cayl and Hyzen!" beam, wave, and then he reaches up to pull some lakeweed from around his lifemate's headknobs...how did that get there?
Dsalth watches with interest as P'rru descends carefully
G'deon smiles softly at the others and leans forward, his elbows on his knees, head in hands.
Dsalth watches with amusement at the Weyrling pair. Wings ruffles and slowly fold back in place as he gives his 'mate a warm gaze. Tail flicks and a warble is given to the young 'lings in greetings before he gives the water another glance. Turning depressed eyes back towards P'rru with a soft disappointed rumble. These two are too busy to wash him, and with a soft gentle nudge towards his P'rru, he heaves out a sigh.
Pemeron glances up at P'rru, from his reclined position on the beach "Been in the water, not comfortable for long, but I am sure Dsalth will enjoy it." He coughs a bit and rubs his towel through his hair again, then runs his fingers through the still slightly pink mass.
Seems Hyzen's not having nearly as much trouble with her lifemate as Cayl is... and this time she's the one in the lead with Imbriath trailing slowly behind her. Weyrling is deeply in thought, finger tapping her chin while the other arm is resting across her stomach. Face is slightly puffy from the hours of crying she'd been through after the passing of S'phen and his brown Trebinth. Mute for now, she looks up at P'rru's call and offers him a wavery smile and flutter of fingers before she moves to the edge of the water and gazes at Imbri. The little green, quiet for once because of that same incident that she keeps recalling from Hyz's mind, meanders to the water and snuffles it. Bath? Maybe it will make her feel better.
Nylanth croons softly to the fellow dragonets as he splashes about cheerfully in the water.
Cayl's eyes /focus/ on P'rru, and her pleading expression comes full beam. "Mzadith decided to woof down a bucket of meat /before/ his bath." E'nuff said: Her dragon's nearly out cold, and a wake-em-up freeze does not facter into his vocabulary. "Can you..er..help?" Suuuure, drag da dragon to the lake! New game everyone! *Facefault* As for the recently betweened, Cayl seems to either have forgotten it, or holds her emotions dear. For now, she's got a sleeping blue to tend.
Genre blinks in from ::between::!
Cayl calls to Genre, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.
Mzadith
O dark dark dark, blue goes into dark like the languishing flames of a winter fire; spirits dream the blue-lashed shadows of this dragonet's ephemeral hide as the mysterious clarity of twilight partners carbon in a dance that blackens the edges of his narrow spine and rounded sweep of tail. Indigo inks the artistic curves of chin and chest as if to tease the elemental fires that flicker up the tolerant, enchanted slopes of his ample rump and reach down into the misted polish of immaculate claws. So svelte, so sleek, so self-possessed beneath the spidery diadem of paper-thin sails, that one might fail to notice the wizardly whimsy dancing in the stillness of those soulful eyes.
Mzadith is 2 months and 15 days old.
He is 11 feet (3m) long, with a wingspan of 18 feet (5m).
Mzadith seems to be listening.
P'rru pats Dsalth's muzzle consolitarily, before ambling over towards the dozey blue and his frustrated lifemate. "Once he's in the water, how will you keep him from sinking?" brownrider asks, kneeling down to poke and prod gently at Mzadith's neck- perhaps annoying fingers will wake him? "But yes, yes of course I'll help...Dsalth, lend us a hand will you?" genreth is hollered at. Of course he can fix anything.
Dsalth could easily help, however, he'd rather go into the water himself much before. Musty rumble seems to be slight irritated at having to help get *another* dragon bathed. Still his tone changes to a warm agreeable gaze as he gently slips foward and closer to that *small* blue. Would it hurt to gently roll him in?
Cayl simply stares at her lump of coalish blue. For that's all the dragonet turns into when he's sleepy, a lump. She shrugs her shoulders. "I'm /hoping/ he'll wake up before he goes under, but to be safe I'll keep his head on land. " She watches P'rru poking him and shakes her head. "Don't bother: Nothing wakes that dragon. I swear, the weyr could be on fire and he'd snooze through it!" There's hint of a jest behind her words, though she's serious in demeanor. "Come /on/ dear, just a little farther....Here, you grab a ridge P'rru. I'll tug like this and..." She leans her full weight back, trying to pry that dragon loose from the slight sand-hollow he's ingraved himself into. Mzadith croons blissfully.
<Local> Nylanth senses that Mzadith's voice ebs omniputantly, the base sound of azure pooling into the void: <<...sleep...zzz>> Like so much pretense, his 'presense' disppears just as quickly. Fini!
<Local> Nylanth senses that he idly peers over at the blue dragonet over on the beach. << Mzadith, the water feels good. It's refreshingly cool and will wake you up. >> A gentle breeze like that out the mountains washes through, carrying the scent of forest trees and mountain streams. << Besides... sleeping during the day is a rather inefficient use of daylight >> is the added comment as the bronze bops peacefully on the water, an attentive firelizard scrubbing at his hide.
<Local> Nylanth senses that Mzadith is stubborn. <<...shleep!...>>
Hyzen licks her lips slowly as she watches her little green enter the water-- not the splashing careening way, but the slow and subdued way. They'd get over it in time... but Hyzen'd known the 'rider slightly. It was hard. Kicking at the sand, young 'rider watches Cayl and P'rru with furrowed brows, glancing G'deon's way with a confused air. Poor Cayl? Or poor Mzadith? Hah! Try to figure that one out! Imbri, relishing the coolness of the water paddles around happily, letting her cares slip away before she makes her way to Nylanth.
P'rru grapples onto a ridge, hands careful however. Can't treat a baby blue like you can a grown brown lug like Dsalth eh? "If we pull on 3, perhaps we can dislodge him enough?" brownrider evidently finds this hilarious for husky chuckles continuously ripple up his throat, eyes shifting as he makes unheard comments to his own dear lifemate.
<Local> Nylanth senses that Dsalth grunts, fusty tone seems to spread which is directed towards the blue. <<The young should sleep after they eat.>> Is said to get P'rru to care for his *own* dragon. Rumbling echoes throughout the mind as it seems to still be directed towards that blue.
<Local> Nylanth senses that Imbriath 's voice is full of warmth, though there is lingering sadness within the depths, defined by the cold blue nature of her mind. << It does feel good, Mza. Hello Nylanth. >> Greetings are followed by a gentle, soothing pink that melds slowly and gradually into purple.
Nylanth paddles over slowly to Imbriath, whirling eyes of greens and flashing blues peering at the green dragonet. G'deon finally climb off his rock and approaches Cayl, P'rru and Mzadith. "Need any help?"
Olid grunt and russles wings are given sleeping blue-wards and he settles into the sands himself. Orbs whirl with amusement as he watches his P'rru try to help pull that blue to the waters. And him? All ignored! So many are too help the little blue while he is to wait there, patiently, and that is what he does. Waiting with no sign that the brown would help, at all.
Cayl gives a quick nod of her head and she begins the count, but just as quickly her eyes unfocus. "Yes, it is, but I need to bathe you first. Then oil you. But I promise you can sleep while I oil you." Obviously the half asleep dragonet is now more awake. Wings fluttering away the annoying 'bugs', the bluelet lazily picks his self out of his own 'pit' and ambles drunkinly towards the water. Watching Mzadith's movements wearily, Cayl raises a hand slightly, pausing it midair. "Um..don't go to deep.." She looks back to P'rru, sighing. "Thanks. Least all the attention got him into the water."
P'rru folds arms across his chest, "I think your all doing marvelously myself...dragonets are never easy to handle...." yeah sage advice. Bah. With a sudden realisation he's been ignoring his own lifemate, brownrider swivels in the sand "Dsalth join them in the water if you must, but please mind I'm not scrubbing you again" he says, whumping a hand along his long neck.
Hyzen finds the scene of two 'riders with a possible third trying to budge the blue rather slightly funny. She's not going to help, thank you, but she'll watch? Yes, that's a good idea. Folding her arms across her chest, she urges them on silently, a small smile tickling the corners of her mouth. Imbriath streatches out her wedge head, whuffling at Nylanth warmly before offering him a nuzzle in greeting. Aw, isn't she the loving one? Her slowly whirling eyes flicker to G'deon then to Hyzen, rumbles following a silent comment which turns Hyz's face a rather interesting shade of red.
Pemeron looks at his towel and his still suited body "I can take care of the worst spots if you like P'rru, it isn't like I hate the water, cold as it is." he waits for the rider's acknowledgement before actually getting up though.
Dsalth seems to give a low whine towards his P'rru's comment. Not scrubbing? An audible snort emits from the brown as he fans out his wings and lifts up from the sands. Still, like the older dragon he is, he might just remain on the sands, hoping to ignore the young splashing around in the water. What a good idea! Yet nothing can keep him away now, and tail flicks as he makes his way into the cold waves with a brighter whirl to his eyes.
Once out in the water, Mzadith turns full around and collapses in a smallish wave, the reprocussions rippling against his bluey side even as his head thumps onto the sand. See, he'll just watch. He's /not/ helping with this bath. He's simply too tired! Cayl shakes her head before glancing towards Dsalth and giving a smile-accompanied wave. "Hey Dsalth!" She blinks a few times and looks back to P'rru. "Taken him to Ista lately? He looks a bit disgruntled." Towards which she blushes. "Er..sorry." Wasn't her place to butt in. She looks back to Hyzen and blinks. She's just as red as her! "What happened?"
P'rru inclines his head at Pemeron's comment "Aye, Pemeron, if you feel like it, join that lug out there..." of course it's really up to the stablehand not the brownrider. Another wary glance at lifemate before he turns back towards the weyrlings. "No, I've not had the chance to visit Ista lately, Cayl, and yes, he's been rather out of sorts because of it most likely" so goes Dsalth-analysis anyway. Seems rider doesn't notice the blushing or the butting in. Maybe he's come to expect it from the blueling now?
[Here Nylanth and G'deon must take their leave...]
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