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5/16/2001
Logfile from G'deon
Living Caverns (#392)
The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes
of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through
with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the
foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of
the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and
the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a
few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north
and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks,
while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the
bowl.
Scattered about in various perches and niches are fifty-one firelizards.
You see OOC NOTICE (look sign), BlackWood Harp, Generic Sign-Up Sheet, Look
at Me Postcard to Tatia, White Clay Egg Pot, and Jaeshri here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl - Kitchens - Inner Caverns - Crafting Area
Pyrene wanders distractedly in from the Central Bowl.
Pyrene (#11964)
Slight and spindly, her frame is nevertheless held as stubbornly tall as possible,
falling only just shy of average height. Curves have in part softened the sharp
angles of old, turning scrawny and frail into stocky and trim, while breast
and hip testify to her motherhood. Still, there's nothing neat about the lank
tendrils of dark brown hair as they escape the skimpy plait that struggles to
keep them under control. Plaguing her point-nosed, thin-lipped face, they only
serve to emphasise the peakiness of her complexion. Yet if there were any doubts
about her vitality, the grey eyes that snap out from beneath dark brows eliminate
them as effectively as twin thunderstorms.
Kernow watches from Pyrene's shoulder in wide-eyed curiosity. Poldhu is playing
with Pyrene's knot.
Black, blue and sea-washed gold tangle their way over the badge worn by all
members of Esprit wing.
She is awake and looks alert.
Pyrene is 24 Turns, 7 months, and 22 days old.
G'deon (#19620)
G'deon appears at first glance to be quite calm and collected, though a mischievous
gleam seems to tint his blue eyes from time to time. He has grown into a rather
well built frame and finally stopped growing a few inches over six feet. Many
Turns of hard work have helped his shoulders fill out considerably, along with
his arms, hands and chest. His legs however are still the wiry limbs of his
youth, which he will never lose. His sandy blond hair is kept quite clean, but
it is beginning to grow out a little on top managing to look a bit tousled at
times, a golden frame for a lightly tanned face accented by his calm blue eyes,
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, 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 the neck, tied
firmly together with cords like those at his wrists.
Unwavering shadows intertwine with the deep dark blue of a glacier, the two
cords forming a single loop. A long tail hangs from the top of the knot, the
blue and black joined by a thread of silver. Mingling with the cords is a fine
ribbon of shimmering bronze, naming G'deon as a bronze rider of High Reaches.
Added to his clothing just beneath the knot is a small pin, the emblem of High
Reaches accented by licking flames, indicating he is an Inferno rider.
He is awake and looks alert.
G'deon is 21 Turns, 11 months, and 27 days old.
Sasha slips silently in from the Central Bowl.
MOO Time: 2001-05-16 16:36:21
Kinecha saunters quietly in from the Central Bowl.
G'deon had just begun to pour himself a glass of juice when he stops to glance at Pyrene and Sasha as they enter. "Good morning, you two," he calls over. "Care for something to drink?" He finishes pouring the glass and takes a seat, nodding to Kinecha as she also enters.
Sasha ambles in happily grinning as she sees her friends. " Oh Yes please Gid, some juice would be lovely." with a grins she flings herself carelessly into a comfy chair and hangs her legs over one arm.
Pyrene slithers into a seat and sends G'deon a sunny beam. "How about a redfruit juice while you're pouring?" she asks sweetly. A wave goes to Sasha and Kinecha. "Come and sit down?" She's in a welcoming kind of mood.
Kinecha makes her way through tables and chairs to get an orangefruit from the sidetable, then turns and wanders over to join Pyrene at her table. "'ello," she says, trying to stifle a yawn, while cutting the peel of the fruit with her knife.
G'deon's own grin matches the others' as he pours a few more glasses of juice and hands them out. "Nice day, isn't it?" he asks, leaning back in his own chair. "This weather has just been perfect lately. I'll bet the Farmers are glad for the break from all that rain." Yep, Gid can shoot the breeze with the best of 'em. "What have you guys been up to lately?"
Sasha (#19192)
Elfin is the only word that can describe this young woman. Her tousled hair,
once short and boyish has been allowed to grow until it cascades in long curly
layers, as dark as klah at midnight, around and below her shoulders, Lashes
as dark as her hair, are long and accentuate startlingly large brown eyes, which
are usually dancing with fire and mischief. Soft lips curve in a warm smile,
which tell silently of her friendly approachable nature. Standing at a petite
5'3, her body is lithe and slim, with a tiny waist and pale creamy skin. She
is as agile as a cat and her limbs are taut and strong.
Sasha's slender form is sheathed in the trademark leather which denotes her
as a dragon rider. Her shapely legs are lengthened and accentuated by the close
fitting grey leather trousers which slide into tall black weyrhide boots, decorated
with ornate silver clasps. Her jacket, lined at collar and cuffs with soft lambs
wool, is the same sleek dark grey as the trousers, is thick and warm, while
still retaining elegant lines in its cut. It's most striking feature however
is the intricate applique of paler grey and light blue leather, across her back,
forming calligraphically ,a sleek 'Z' which proudly, and yet stylishly indicates
her allegence to the Zephyr wing, at High Reaches Weyr. When not riding it swings
open to reveal a soft, black polo neck top which is designed to keep its wearer
protected from the cold of between, and her favourite belt, black leather but
decorated with a scarlet, enamelled firelizard in flight.. Her hair, unlike
many other female riders remains long, but is tightly bound into an attractive
and intricate braid, which falls to the middle of her back like a raven serpent,
secured with a leather thong.
Sasha's shoulders are adorned with her proudly worn knot...a double twisted
cord of royal blue and black, with a single loop, threaded through with a misty
green ribbon, indicating that she is a fully fledged Rider of a beautiful green
dragon, at High Reaches Weyr.
She is awake and looks alert.
Sasha is 22 Turns, 5 months, and 21 days old.
Sasha has no apparent threadscoring.
Kinecha (#20839)
Reaching a height 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 short
hair, whiteblonde, has been cut with a knife making the ends ragged and uneven.
Long brows curve over wide grayish green eyes with dark lashes. Her cheekbones
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 2 inch scar
which runs just below her cheekbone, and around her body are several other scars,
the largest running along her lower abdomin at a length of 5 inches. Her face
is slighty tanned, a light bronzing of the skin, a result of many hours in the
sun, stands in constrast to her hair. Her hands, with strong, long fingers,
are callused and scarred. All in all, this woman is very masculine.
Too long for her legs Kinecha's naturalcolored canvas-trousers have been rolled
up to just above her ankels. Underneath her kneehigh boots are only slightlu
dusty, from walking patrol, and training. A sleeveless darkgray tunic covers
her upperbody, while tied loosely around her neck is the only dash of color
in this outfit. A red bandana, tied with a fine knot. On her left side a belt
knife rests in its sheath, attached to a broad belt. Shango perches majestically
on Kinecha's shoulder as if it were a throne.
A double corded knot in the black and blue of High Reaches, has been looped
once and left with a tail. Hanging from her right shoulder, it designates her
a Guard of the Weyr.
She is awake and looks alert.
Kinecha is 21 Turns, 8 months, and 5 days old.
Pyrene stretches happily. "Very little. I've decided to go visit my parents though. Show them the brat. Let the brats at home gawp at Cadge. And then go home around the time they start sniping about the shallowness of the weyr." Now there's a plan.
Kinecha shrugs, putting her knife away, now the peel is off the orangefruit, using her fingers to rip out the slices. Glancing at Pyrene, she gives the rider a crooked smile. Not much chance of the guard visiting /her/ family. Even if she knew where they were.
Sasha chuckles softly. "Is that not just an excuse to dump poor Sephne on somebody else for a bit?" A sneaky smile is shot at Pyrene and is foolowed by a stretch and a sigh..." Not that I can blame you..."
G'deon barely stifles a snicker in Pyrene's direction. "Oh, now that sounds like fun. I can't imagine how they'd react to Nylanth and me back home." Insinuating of course that he hasn't been back to find out just yet. "Worth the reaction though I'd think. Imagine if you got the rest of the queens' wing to go with."
Pyrene shudders and shakes her head at G'deon. "No... I think me will be fine. I think my mother would pass out if she had to entertain the Sr Weyrwoman. I'm just her prodigal daughter. Besides, as it is, Cadge will have to wait on top of the cliffs for me. There's no room for her anywhere else." Sasha gets eyed. "It's easier dumping her on the nurseries which is where she usually is?"
Kinecha actually lets out a chuckle at G'deon's suggestion, turning glittering eyes at the bronzerider, as she pops a slice of orange into her mouth. Good idea that. Maybe she could 'borrow' a dragon and drop in on some of her familymembers. Which would demand her knowing where they were, so she shoves the thought away, as soon as it arises.
Sasha shakes her head silently, and chuckles. " You can try and deny it all you like but I've seen you spending more time than you admit with that little girl....." smiling at Gid and Kinecha she shrugs. " I don't have any family members to impress...you guys are it..and you guys have seen it all before!"
G'deon laughs softly and shrugs. "I suppose," he replies to Pyrene, a bit of a roguish smirk crossing his lips. "Still... it'd be fun to see. I'm a bit of a prodigal son myself, so I can at least imagine what might happen." He then winks at Kinecha and Sasha. "And you're certainly Impressive, dear green rider," he tells his clutchmate.
Kinecha nods, in agreement with Sasha. Pretty much the same way the guard felt, giving said greenrider a smile. She'd certainly seen enough of Sasha to be impressed. Sorta.
Sasha tosses her braid dramatically back over a shoulder..." Why thankyou, bronzerider...your not so dusty yourself!" she sighs..." Still it would be fun to show Bran off to people who don't get to see dragons so often..." she muses thoughtfully...
Pyrene wrinkles her nose at Sasha. "I see that she's being brought up properly with discipline and stuff. Cadgwith likes to see her everyday if possible. But.." dismissing her daughter with a shake of her head, she shrugs at Gid. "Well, I'm going back to my family, why don't you go back to yours?"
G'deon shrugs just a bit at Pyrene and leans back, taking a long drink from his glass. "No reason really," he finally says quietly. Nodding thoughtfully to Sasha, he frowns just a bit. "There are certainly enough areas like that. I've been to a few of the small cotholds where you'd think dragons /brought/ Thread to Pern."
Kinecha hmms, looking from one rider to the next, knowing that G'deon was right in his observation. She'd been to those cotholds too, only not on a dragon.. Didn't mean she hadn't heard the stories being told such places. Not exactly positive toward dragons and their riders.
Sasha raises a brow at G'deon's statement and shakes her head. Standing, she slowly and reluctantly heads for the door. "Maybe I should just drop in on a few then...sounds like they need some exposure!" And with that she makes her way out.
Sasha exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Pyrene chuckles and shakes her head. "Well, it should be an interesting day. As long as they don't try and make it a regular occurrence. But I'll see you lot later." and with that (and her juice) she's gone.
Pyrene goes home.
G'deon waves to Sasha as she leaves, then adds another wave for Pyrene. "Good luck," he calls over to her. With an amused shrug he finishes off his juice and glances at Kinecha. "So, how are the guards doing? Promishing recruits?"
Kinecha shrugs, giving a sort of nod at the same time. "Most of 'em, yeah... Tekin should be about ready for promosion." No secret that he was her favourite recruit, while the Terrible Two still presented problems for her. "Others might not be that lucky..." she says, and pops the last slice of orange in her mouth, giving the bronzerider a look. "How're you and Nylanth doing?" Quick change of subject. No need to talk about troublesome recruits when she was off duty.
"We're doing quite well, thank you." G'deon refills his glass and sits back again, obviously in a mood for relaxing. "With this weather it's such a relief to fly up higher. The air is just fantastic up there, and Nylanth certainly has his fun with the thermals."
Kinecha nods, suddenly envying the rider and his dragon. She was in her element when it was cold and windy. Meaning her favorite season was winter. Summer was just too... Hot and dusty. Which was why she didn't live down south. "Must be nice to be able to cool off like that whenever you want?"
G'deon shrugs a bit, wincing. "Nah... most of our work is still down where it's hot. Then there's always loads to be delivered, errands to run. It's not all fun and games, that's for sure."
Kinecha leans back, looking the bronzer over. She just couldn't believe that it would or could be routine to be a dragonrider. "Still, you've got the option.." Lot's of people didn't. The majority in fact, and the guard being part of that majority was maybe a little jealous. Though you'd never get her to admit to it.
G'deon nods slowly, brows drawn together a bit. "I guess I just take it for granted sometimes. Of course, there are always riders off duty around here. I'll bet you can always find one to take you up if you need to cool off. The meadows always work well for that too. My favorite hide-out as a kid."
Kinecha nods, giving G'deon a smile. "The meadows, eh?" She'd never really thought of that before. And how long had she been here now? More than two turns. Unbelievable. But getting a ride up to the cooler air sounded more appealing to the guard. "You grew up here, right? So howcome you went to the SmithHall?"
G'deon laughs softly, and amused look crossing his face. "Aye, grew up mostly at High Reaches. Then I was asked to Stand, and... sort of got left there. Then I figured I was getting older and I didn't want to be a messenger all my life, so I set off for Ista Isle and the Smithhall."
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Kinecha nods, somehow understanding, though her story was somewhat the opposite, since she needed somewhere to stop moving around. And the Weyr had welcomed her with open arms. "Well, I for one is glad you didn't stay down there," she says, giving him a smile. How would they ever have become friends? And who would've suggested to her that she become a guard?
G'deon glances around the large cavern slowly, a soft smile on his face. "As am I," he replies quietly before glancing back at the guard. "Better weather, that's for sure," he adds, winking at her.
Kinecha chuckles, nodding with exaggerated movements. "Too hot down south," she agrees. The longest she'd been down there was a couple of sevenday, and that had been by far enough. Of course, she'd been dragged down there on occation by well-meaning dragonriders, which she didn't really mind, since it included a ride on a dragon. "And no snow there either," she continues after a long pause.
"Aye, winter just isn't winter without snow," G'deon replies, propping his feet up on the chair across from him. "Turn's End just isn't the same. You can't go sledding, no skating contests, snow sculpting contests."
Khory arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Kinecha chuckles, shaking her head slightly. "I just like the landscape in winter... Just not the same in the south," she says, letting out a small sigh. Being very un-Necha-like as of late, she was. Too happy and positive. Just don't bring up the recruits again.
Azia skips happily, kitten in trail, in from the Central Bowl.
Khory steps out from hallway to large cavern, his long legs taking him past a group of giggling weyrlings and to the nearest klah pitcher. Whistling, he pours himself a mug of the steaming drink, before turning and saluting a higher ranking messenger who just passed him by. Wandering over to Kinecha and G'deon, he bobs his head again in greeting and states, "Hey there.. How goes it this fine day?" Seems the guard isn't the only one in a good mood.
Ceridwin arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Azia strides in, idly brushing off her riding pants with a grimace. Ick. Mess. Fine, black strands of hair cling messily to her face, and she pushes them behind her ears with a curious grin, eyes roving over the Caverns. They said he was here. If she could only remember what he looked like.. she knows his name, his voice. But not his face. The girl edges shyly around the riders and perches on the edge of a wooden stool, staring disconcertingly. Come out, come out.. wherever you are.
Ceridwin says, "Hey Gid, Necha!" Sends a warm smile Khory and Azia-ward, she hasn't met these folk yet, but Ceri is almost always polite. After grabbing some juice, she heads to G'deon's table. "Mind if i join you for a bit?"
G'deon grins at Kinecha and nods. "Quite true." He laughs softly at Khory and waves him towards a seat. "Fine indeed, Messenger," he replies. "Great weather for you line of work." And Gid would know. He waves to Azia and Ceridwin as they enter. "Bit on the warm side, but a dip in the lake always cures that pretty quickly." He smiles at Ceridwin and waves her towards a seat as well. "Of course!" Yes, good moods abound today.
"Hey Khory, Ceri," Kinecha says, offering Azia a glance before returning her gaze to those around the table. "Doing fine, thanks, Ceri." Smile. "How 'bout you?"
Ceridwin says, "Pretty well, Necha.. Been a bit busy, but I managed to get in my swim. I cna't imagine missing that during this great weather." Settles in a chair and pushes ehr still damp hair behind her, letting it swing down the back of the chair. "What's up with you lately? I haven't heard anymore complaints about 'the terrible two.""
Khory still has his back turned to the other people in the room, but sipping carefully from his steaming cup, he slowly turns to face them. A brow raises at the older woman, and a smile is given to the younger girl. After replying, "Yes.. certainly good weather.. Yep.." the messenger nods his head to the others. "Well met," he tells them, slightly butting in on the conversation. "The name is Khory, and you'd be?" Another smile, especially when he recognizes Ceri's knot. Ah! A masseuse!
Ceridwin says, "Well met Khory? I am Ceridwin or Ceri. Are you new to the weyr or have I just managed to miss you in the crowds?"
Azia's eyes fly open. Is that.. him? No.. he's too tall. And his hair is.. right. As her vision adjusts to fit this man into a five-turn younger body, her face breaks into a wide grin. "I knew someone named Khory once.." she drawls hesitantly. "It must have been.. been 5 turns, I'd hazard". Her eyes seem to look right through him for a moment. "Yes. 5 turns. Before I went to southern. A nanny, at Paradise." May as well test the waters before jumping in.. There could be two Khorys.
Kinecha's face turns sour for a moment at the mentioning of the Two. "Well, I guess I've more or less decided not to let them get to me," she mumbles. Even if they /did/, at times. Though now was not one of the times. "So I gather you've had no trouble with your clients, Ceri?"
Khory is about to answer Ceridwin's query, until Azia's is heard. "Well.." he drawls, "I was a nanny at Paradise... And who might you be?" The girl looks oddly familiar, but after all the charges he cared for, it'd be hard to guess at who she might have been way back then.
Ceridwin says, "no, thank Faranth and Nolas! he takes his job as my bouncer/bodyguard extremely seriously. It certainly has cut down on alot of possible incidents. Glad those two seem to have backed off you." Starts to chuckle and her eyes twinkle. "You know, I /could/ find some muscular problems to keep them in their barracks if you ever need the assistance..."
Azia wiggles down from her chair, dropping to the ground with a scrape of her boot heels. The ten-turner attempts to appear smaller and combs her bangs back over her eyes, settling the beaded headstrap further forward and dropping her eyes. "Recognise me yet?" she asks with a chuckle. "Or do I need to attack you with a stuffed f'lizard before you know who I am?"
Kinecha chuckles at Ceri's offer, as she watches the strange girl and Khory talking. "Well, I'm not sure I'll need something that drastic, but I'll keep it in mind," she says turning her gaze back on Ceri. "Thanks for the offer, though."
Ceridwin says, "oh, I wouldn't hurt them.. just make them think they were hurt. I don't believe in causing pain.. just.. 'finding it'" See, ceri didn't have to take the Healer's Oath to 'do no harm' to be a Healer student. Only the apprentices do that. "So, just let me know, always glad to be of assistance."
Khory continues to look over the young woman, shaking his head and thinking. Idly, he finally replies to Ceri. "Oh, I'm recently new hereabouts. Only been for a few months. New messenger.." Brows are still scrunched in thought, until a brief memory passes through his mind. "Azia?" he breathes, eyes widening.. "But.. but.. You're so BIG!" he exclaims, before reaching out to grab the child in a big hug, swinging her 'round as he laughs. "It really is YOU! What are you /doing/ here?!?" And now everyone can see just how great he used to be with the children as a nanny... Just like one of them, he was,...
P'rru clips in from the Central Bowl.
"I'll be sure to keep it in mind," Kinecha says grinning slightly again. Not like she had to take one of those 'do no harm' oths either. Just avoid it, if at all possible. Turning back to Khory and the girl, as he starts yelling, her brow furrows slightly, and she manages to miss P'rru's entry.
Azia shrieks with laughter, throwing her arms 'round Khory's shoulders. Finally, she drops to the ground and beams up at him, pushing her hair back from her eyes. "I came to see you, wherry-head! Why'd you leave us?" True, she left too. But.. oh well. "I've been in Southern for the last 5 turns. I only returned last sevenday, must be." And her trip has obviously changed her. No longer does she hide behind a curtain of hair nor stand smaller than the other kidlets. Her skin glows with a healthy tan and she's grown. Grown a lot. She drawls with new confidence. "Kellmari will have my head on a platter when she learns how I got here" the kidlet chatters idly. "Good thing the 'Riders like Paradise beaches." Beam. She scammed a ride.. and hopefully she can scam one back.
Ceridwin eyes wandering to Khory and Azia..and enjoying the reunion in front of her. "I love seeing folks get re-aquainted. Oh, hey P'rru, join us?
P'rru bats at the rusted tail that follows him through the doorway. "Go back to your sunbasking great sharding bag of bones..." brownrider mumbles, almost tripping over the tailtip as it winds back outside. Khory (or E'ren's lad as he remembers him) and the girl are watched with a lopsided faint smile, weathered old dude snapped out of his reverie by an invitation "Oh much appreciated, Ceridwin, how are you today?" Kinecha gets one of those rare beams "Kinecha, looking lovely as always"
Khory pokes at his chest with a thumb. "Me? But.. why?" At the query of where he went.. well.. "Ahh.. well.. It wasn't for me anymore.." he simply replies. No use telling her the whole story.. she surely must have heard something about Gi by now... "Anyway.. That's besides the point. Kella must be furious that you've snuck off.." He shakes his head, chuckling, "And with a dragon rider, non the less! And here I thought you'd have rushed for the runners.. you were always so crazy over'em.."
Azia jerks a thumb in the direction of the bowl with a grin. "Got 'un" she states. "Kella gave me Timor until I get my own. I've seen her already. She's a beaut." A slight wince at the mention of Kella. "Yes sir, she'll tan my hide. But she won't find out for a little while, no? Not before I've had something to eat." Yeah, she only comes for the food. "So, Nannying wasn't for you? You gave up on us all" she chuckles jokingly. "So what, are you a rider now? WHy'd you come all the way up this end of Pern?"
[And unfortunately at this point I had to run for some reason.]
[End of log]