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6/6/2001
Logfile from G'deon
MOO Time: 2001-06-06 09:53:57

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), Generic Sign-Up Sheet, Look at Me Postcard to Tatia, White Clay Egg Pot, Jaeshri, Gigi, and Sparkling Gar White (sgw) here.
You notice Asher, Jesha, Bryony, Arutha, and Tevya asleep here.
Khory is here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl --- Kitchens --- Inner Caverns --- Crafting Area

Khory (#21475)
This young man stands over 6 feet tall, with sandy blond hair that's cut quite short and hangs in unkempt tufts around his ears. The sun has died his skin a dark klah, and the tips of his hair an even fairer shade. These highlights then accentuate eyes the color of ice, which stare out from behind thin and fair lashes, while tapering nose protrudes slightly from oval face. The faint beginnings of a beard can be seen upon his dimpled chin, if one cares to look close enough, and full lips beg for the chance to smile and laugh. Overall, a handsome young specimen of the human race, though a bit on the thin side, if truth be told.
Warm sorrel tones flow evenly across Khory's loosened leather vest, which flaunts decorative charcoal stitches along the collar lapels and arm openings, and partially conceals the crisp white cotton shirt that rests closest to his skin. These items of clothing then hang smoothly over hips and legs swaddled in hide of the same sienna shade; stretched fabric divulges the masculine lines and curves of lower physique, and therewith extends down adequately to cover dusky boots. Perched on Khory's shoulder is Lascia.
Khory wears the braided knot of a High Reaches Messenger.
He is awake and looks alert.
Khory is 22 Turns, 8 months, and 3 days old.

Jonithan arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Khory is pacing back and forth near the hearth, a long piece of parchment in one hand, which he seems to be going over quite intently. Hair is ruffled and shaggy as always, but without it's usual combing, it bounces back and forth upon his head as he walks. Mumble grumble under his breath as he reads.

G'deon yawns quietly as he trudges into the cavern, his boots making a rather hollow echo in the predawn air. He nods to Khory before reaching for the nearest pot, which luckily turns out to be klah. "You're up awfully early," he comments to the messenger, his eyes quick to note the other man's agitation. He nods to the other man as he enters before the rider seats himself near the hearth.

Jonithan (#21980)
Jonithan has clear gray eyes the color of well worked steel. He has jet black ear length hair. He stands around 6'4. He is very muscular in his chest and arms showing he leads an active lifestyle, but he doesn't carry so much muscle as to look like a body builder...or at least a large one. He has dimples on his cheeks that show when he smiles and an old light scar running across his right arm.
Jonithan is wearing a tunic of heavy fabric, a dark gray in shade that matches his dark steel eyes. This tunic has long sleeves, which he waers pushed up, showing his biceps and wide chest. The edges of the tunic are lined with black thread, as is the neckline. The neckline is v-shaped also showing his muscle, but this time more of his chest. His tunic is tucked into his trous, causing it to billow slightly, and is belted in with a black leather belt. His trousers are also dyed black, fitting comfortably. A pair of black leather boots adorn his feet.
He is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Jonithan is 20 Turns, 7 months, and 10 days old.

Jonithan strides into the caverns, heading to the drinks to pour himself a mug of juice before glancing around at the people hanging around. Oh look, Khatsup. Jonithan gets a slight grin, but stays away from the man. No telling how he will behave towards the newcomer. Jonithan finds a table and sits, people watching for now.

The messenger is reading over his list explaining the runs for the day. "Yeah," is all he replies to G'deon, until the list is finished and then pocketed. Turning, he follows suit and also grabs a mug of klah. "Just going over the runs for today. Seems like every morning, there's more and more of them..." One supposes that it could mean that he's considered reliable by those wishing for messengers, but Khory sometimes finds that it's a bit much, and he explains this aloud to the man. A look is tossed Joni-boy's way, and the blond's face goes a little dark... before lighting up some.. *Ping* of an idea, and Khor waves the younger man over.

Anyaline arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Anyaline dances around the room. She has had one too many cookies.

G'deon nods thoughtfully, an amused grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Aye, that very well could me. With messengers it's pretty obvious from the beginning who will get the job done, who gets it done well, and who's better off staying in the Weyr." He takes a careful sip, his brow furrowing. "Still... that could also mean we need more messengers. There's almost always a shortage. Especially when a gold goes up." And he's not talkin' flits. He eyes the others over the rim of his mug for a moment, the look on his face turning a bit mischievous as well. He nods to Anyaline as she enters, but otherwise sits back, eyeing the two men for a moment.

Jonithan raises a brow at Khatsup as he is waved over. Joni-boy rises with his mug walking towards the messenger. "Can I help you Khat...Khory?" he asks politely before taking a long sip. "Oh, and... Jen says hi, she is on chore duty today." Is that a dripping sweet smile he has? Couldn't be from the usually sweet newcomer. He listens to them talk. Messengers? He pauses standing in front of Khory. He has a witness if Khatsup tries to deck him. Tries the opperative word.

Anyaline runs up to the one of the chairs. She attempts to scale it, but it might be just a tad too tall for her to climb. They really should make chairs so the little people can sit in them. She wonders what type of grown up things these people are talking about. "'llo ebby body!" Her young mouth still cannot handle some of the words she says. Oh well, she'll grow into her words.

Khory is eyeing too, and for some reason, he does believe that he has an idea. However, the *ping* is now gone, replaced with a sour look. The mention of Jen coming from that boy's lips.. well... just rubs him the wrong way. "Tell her I say hello," he finally grits out, as polite as possible. A glance is tossed towards the kidlet, and the ex nanny finds himself calming down. No reason to get upset... Nodding at G'deon's words, the messenger turns to Joni-boy. "Are you looking for employment?" he asks, straightfoward with no chase..

Anyaline perks up at a word she does not know. "Wha' is 'empoyment?'" Have actually gained the chair, she swings her legs back and forth. Her chin rest on the table edge, that is all she can reach.

G'deon smiles a little. Politeness is never really a bad thing after all. As he waits for Jonithan to answer, the rider sets down his mug and turns to Anyaline with a grin. "It's when you have work to do every day," he explains, his blue eyes twinkling just a bit. He pushes a plate of breakfast pastries in the girl's direction before reclaiming his mug and glancing at the two men.

Jonithan continues to give Khory that sweet smile. "Of course I will Khory." Right after he kisses her hello. From him of course. He starts to look interested though. "Employment? Like a job?" he asks curiously, before he thinks a minute. "Why would /you/ offer me a job?" Must be some catch. Like his job is to feel the gold once. Or jump off a cliff. Or something fun like that.

Khory shrugs. Don't ask him why he does nice things for undeserv.. Well, anyway. "Because we're short staffed," he explains, and leaves it at that. Joni-boy should know him enough by now to know that this is a one time offer... Turning to G'deon, he asks, "So.. do you think this kid can pull it off?" Let's see what the older man thinks...

Anyaline grabs a tasty looking fluffy pastrie. She sits back in the chair to eat it. To anyone directly across the table it looks as if the seat is vacant. With a full mouth she tells what she thinks of work. "Wowk all da' time? No fun!"

"But sometimes, if you find the right type of work, it can be fun all the time. Or most of it," G'deon explains to Anyaline before glancing at Khory. "You know... we could use another messenger. If your friend here thinks he's up to the job. It's certainly not an easy one." He takes a drink of klah while letting the guys think that over. "In fact... who better to teach him the routes than you, Khory, since you're obviously getting on rather well."

Anyaline finishes her breakfast in silence. Rare for her.

Anyaline (#21864)
She is a very adorable child. Her hair is a wild red, with equally wild curls framing her face. Her eyes are a warm green, but very mischievious! You should watch her carefully!
Anyaline's clothes look dirty and torn. She looks as if she has dressed herself. She always has a small rag which she calls 'Ben' with her.
She is awake and looks alert.
Anyaline is 3 Turns, 6 months, and 2 days old.

Pia comes down from the workrooms above.

Can we all say 'blink and gape?' Ah yes, I thought we could. And that's exactly what Khory does. First, he blinks, as though he didn't really hear the rider properly, and then he gapes, as realization that he'd be working with.. Joni-boy.. comes over him. "Ahh.. well.." the messenger begins, his fingers reaching up to pull away his collar from his neck. Suddenly, it's a little uncomfortable around here. Still, they do need the people.. But to work with /him/?! "I suppose..." he mumbles, his eyes darting to the floor.

Pia (#19393)
Her form is slender self-importance, a svelte self of pride and bronzed skin. Cast upon her oval, sun-blushed face is a set of insidiously charming features -- rather appealing at least 'til she opens her mouth. Her pale green eyes, wide set against the urbane arch of her nose, suggest a depth of character denied by the soft pouty curve of her lips. Thick waves of gold kissed russet frame her face, blowzy predisposition firmly supressed by the artificial creation of those perfectly sleek curls.
Delicate pale creamy sisal slides into a swishy sundress, thin straps arching over angular shoulders and lifting the bodice in a fairly fetching manner. Skirt flows to knee-length, hem edged with hand-made lace interwoven with a pink ribbon. A thin sweater of some soft wool is tossed casually around her shoulders, the arms looped neatly in a loose arrangement. Russet curls are upswept into a careless knot, a few tendrils escaping to coil lazily around her ears. Green smears across her shoulder, a long looping tail entwined into her hair. Blue slithers up and down her arms, rarely still, never calm.
A delicate gold metal firelizard earcuff clings to Pia's ear. A rich wine ribbon runs gleefully along the silver chain at her throat, from which dangles two sparkling charms: a vintner wineskin and a miniature markpiece.
She is awake and looks alert.
Pia is 21 Turns, 9 months, and 14 days old.

Pia traipses down the stairs, bouncing gait indicative of a good mood -- for Pia at least.

Anyaline climbs down from the chair. It proves much easier then getting up was. Her little hand makes a great big wave as she runs for the brat cave.

Anyaline steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.

G'deon smiles pleasantly at Khory and nods, not waiting for Jonithan to answer. "Good, I can talk with Amalia or Mayir about it the first chance I get. "I'll make sure you get that knot, um... you." So he forgets to ask for names, such trivial things. "And of course, it's best to start early. The sooner your friend here knows the ropes the sooner we'll know whether he's any good at it." Oh so sneaky. And that done, he glances to the side just in time to spot Pia coming down the stairs. The rider stands, waving to the young woman before reaching over to pour another mug of klah. "Mornin', Pia. Have you met Khory and his friend here?"

Pia gives a gentle shake of her head, red curls twitching. "No, I can't say that I have encountered them before," she returns idly, having given Khory and his friend a curious, searching glance. "I'm Pia, Weyr Vintner Journeywoman," she adds, with an air of having left off several more, vastly important, titles.

Khory's face goes pasty white, and he offers a sickly looking smile at the Vintner lady. As Joni-boy moves off to gloat about his new position, this messenger stands right where he is and sighs. Great. Just great. He asks for more help, and he gets it... But it's true. You don't always get what you want... "Well met Pia," he then replies, holding up a hand for shaking. "Khory. High Reaches Messenger..." And then a nod in Jonithan's direction. "Lucky tutor of Joni-boy there, who's also.." another sigh .. "A messenger too."

Pia eyes the proffered hand with a twinge of disdain in those round green eyes, but manages to offer her own in return. "Likewise," she answers, glancing sideways at G'deon. "You do always manage to find the most interesting people..."

G'deon's smirk is really more of an amused grin than anything else as he continues to stand. Suddenly he sets down his mug and starts searching his various pockets, of which there are several, all the while speaking in rather distracted tones. "Now Pia, I'm sure you know most of the people I know. Good folk, most of them." He finally pulls out a scrap of hide that's not been scraped clean too many times and looks up at Khory and Jonithan expectantly. "Now, Joniboy... how's that spelled? I'll have to make sure the Headwoman and Steward get the right names..."

Pia provides a tolerant smile for G'deon's benefit. "Yes, but somehow I usually fail to meet all of these charming people." Abandoning the trio for a moment, she saunters over to the wine table, pours herself a glass, and returns, glass dangling loosely from her fingers.

Finished with shaking the vintner's hand, Khory then has a funny thought that maybe this woman wasn't so interested on meeting him in the first place. This, of course, only manages to make him want her to like him all the more... Though, being friendly yet shy makes it rather difficult to continue. So, he simply blurts, "If you ever need a message run.. You can call me.." Blush. Then back to G'deon, who asking him about.. Oh? Joni-boys's spelling?? Well, he could be mean... But once again, that's not in his nature, and with one more sigh, the blond spells it out. "J. O. N.." and etc.

Pia giggles faintly, free hand covering her lips. "Yes, young man, rest assured that if I need a message run, you will be the first lad on my mind." With another, rather amused smile, she settles into a nearby chair.

G'deon is still grinning, barely keeping from chuckling out-loud actually. As Pia walks away he turns back to Khory and pulls a small writing stylus from his pocket and begins jotting down the letters. As the messenger continues, Gid gives the man a rather wry smile. "Oh, Jonithan was it. Sorry, I must have heard you wrong the first time," he apologizes, rubbing at one ear idly.

Shalott trots in from the Central Bowl.

Shalott (#16537)
Not the most eye-catching female as most young adolescents are these days, this women is of an average height, and rather bland, actually. The soft curves that mar the smooth outline of her young body come from solid muscle and nothing more. Raven locks dissidently spill from their tie to heckle her collarbone, ebbing shortly there afterwards, far shorter than the mass of ebon waves which stretch far down her back in an untidy braid. Maverick tendrils taunt crimson-tinged lips while almost fragile cheekbones are kissed with a cerise hue. Her eyes flicker with an inner fire, set above a ivory, button nose - the pale cerulean flecks are muted though, for finely curved lashes and exquisitely contoured sable 'brows hide their lambent radiance. Shalott's heart-shaped face is more handsome than beautiful, while refined features and a casual grace betray years of defiance to the proper upbringing that was forced upon her earlier on, much to her tomboyish-like dismay.
A short tunic of faded azure has been tossed on carelessly as worn linen trousers are held up on her hips by a fraying rope. Old sandles grace her feet; the leather ties winding up her shins, tied in a rough knot on her calfs.
Proudly on her shoulder rests a double cord twisted into one singularly looped knot with a small tail of forest green with flecks of royal blue intwined, attatched to a small badge of a dark red wineskin pouring into a glass, set stately upon white field.
She is awake and looks alert.
Shalott is 15 Turns, 4 months, and 23 days old.

"Shalott!" Pia exclaims suddenly, leaping out of her chair with much less grace than she had settled into it. "You /finally/ made it!" Surprise crinkles her brow, erasing the normal lines of petulance and pride.

Khory mumbles out, "Yeah. Must have..." His klah now finished, the messenger returns to the side table, where mug is set aside and food is gathered in its stead At the woman's shout, he nearly jumps, turning quickly to see just /who/ it is she's yelling to.

"I'm here!" Shal replies happily, weaving her way through the crowd towards her fellow Vintner. "What can I do for you?" mischief fluttering across her face as she thinks about her sudden leave of absence from the weyr.

MOO Time: 2001-06-06 10:45:33

"You can start by staying put," Pia notes dryly, gesturing to a chair nearby. "And I'd appreciate a little more advance notice next time before you abandon your old Journeywoman next time." Glancing around, she indicates Shalott with an imperious wave of her hand. "G'deon, Khory, Jonithan, this is my apprentice, Shalott of Gar."

G'deon downs the rest of his klah and sets down the mug with the rest of the dirtied ones. Pia and Shalott receive a surprised glance as the rider straightens once more and glances out towards the little he can see of the bowl. "Well, I suppose I should get back to the weyr before our morning wing practice," he explains to anyone who's listening. He carefully folds the scrap of hide and sticks both that and the writing stylus in another one of his pockets. "It was good talking with you again, Khory. Jonithan, nice to meet you, good luck on those runs with Khory. I expect to hear good reports." Yep, down to business all right. He nods to the two men, then turns to smile at Pia and Shalott. "Yes, I think we met once a while back," he replies, waving to Shalott. "Sorry, but the day's beginning. Welcome back to the Weyr, Shalott. I'll, um... I'll see you around, Pia." And with that his steps fade out to the bowl in rather quick succession.

The messenger Khory bows slightly, making the introduction far more elaborate than what's usual, but hey, he's only following Pia's lead. "Well met Shalot of Gar," he states, before biting down into the peach in his hand. Juice runs down his chin and he tries to slurp it back up before anyone notices. A horribly wet smacking sound is heard. Oh well, so much for elegance... Blush. A sticky fingered wave is offered to the departing rider.

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