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10/20/2001
Logfile from G'deon
Nylanth thinks to you, << I bespoke Kearneth with: Nylanth lands softly on the ledge outside, his darkly bronze hide looking nearly black as the sun begins to set. << Kearneth >> he says in a deep, yet heady baritone, intruding ever so softly. << Is your rider in? G'deon hoped to have a word with her. But we can come back >> he adds hurriedly. >>
The Gateway
A newly swept ledge, swept so by the passing wind and by a little helping hand
from the occupant inside, an enterance opening in front of an arrival, and a
faint orange light emitting onto the ledge in faint rays to illuminate the rocks
just slightly.
It is a summer sunset. A wash of color paints the sky, from gold to pink to
deep blue across the sky, as the sun pulls down another day. The breeze slackens
to a mere zephyr, and the clouds begin to dissipate.
Inside the weyr, you see Kearneth and two people.
Blue Magnolth is here.
Obvious exits:
Weyr -- Fly
Nylanth senses Kearneth 's guarding blue, glinting faintly in torchlight inside. << As long as he is not the next in a long line of males to upset her, then my lady is sure to be happy to receive your rider. >> Kearneth's tones are deferential. Politely prim and proper, but with the male strength behind them as well. << Tell him he may come right in. My lady will be pleasantly surprised, I am sure. >> Cackle.
You slide gently down Nylanth's neck and land with a soft thud.
You go to the The Enchanted Court.
The Enchanted Court (#8857)
Flickering along a passageway as you step in from the windswept ledge is dancing
orange light from mounted glows on the wall, that send patterns along the rocks
that form the small foyer-like area that you first step into upon your enterance.
Ragged rocks form an archway in front of you, a curtain hung across it, usually
pulled halfway back to wave gently in the wind from the ledge. The area beyond
this richly patterned curtain is lit more brightly, an inviting, warm orange
glow that does merry dances along the wall of jutting, hilled, intricately cut
off or partially formed rocks that provide the weyr with ever new patterns to
discover. In the center of the area, a faded, but thick rug lays somewhat askew
on the stone floor, a long wooden table on set atop it, with a cozy looking
love seat on one side, and comfortable looking, cushy chairs on the other, all
with blankets of varying fringe, colors and patterns thrown over their backs
and arms. In the corner nearest to the door stands a full sized dragon couch,
as if silently guarding the door, even when it's occupant is not there. On the
other side of the enterance way, a wooden desk stands pushed up against the
wall, a glow lamp flickering on it's surface and hides cast all about the surface
In the darker far corner of the room, where the light fades into a soft, distant
glow, a four poster bed stands, pillows and thick blankets tossed about in disarray
at any given time, and thick curtains, matching the sheets of the bed, albeit
thicker and secured by fringed rope, loosely tied so that the curtains fall
to halfway obscure the bower inside, the glows on the walls only providing flickering
glimpses of any of the furniture before they disappear and reappear in this
fae, faintly eerie atmosphere.
It is a summer sunset. A wash of color paints the sky, from gold to pink to
deep blue across the sky, as the sun pulls down another day. The breeze slackens
to a mere zephyr, and the clouds begin to dissipate.
On the ledge, you see Magnolth and Nylanth.
Blue Kearneth is here.
You see Shoulderbag and Crystal Rose here.
Lyne and Rianne are here.
Obvious exits:
Ledge
G'deon peeks in quickly, a pensive look on his face. "Um... Kearneth said, oh there he is! Hello! Kearneth said to come on in..." He takes a hesitant step inside and nods to both Lyne and Rianne. "Is this a bad time? I can come back."
"Well... if it wasn't just the passion... I suppose he wouldn't say anything anyway, but still I should think that he might be a bit more-" Rianne cuts off in midsentence as G'deon enters, a hand clapping to her mouth as she covers it. "Kearneth. I am going to murder you later." The threat is uttered a perfectly cheerful tone, and the blue outside bugles back equally cheerfully. Feel the love. "No, sir.. come right on in. You're not interrupting a thing.. Oh, dear. Did I do something wrong at the graduation?" Rianne's mind seems to begin to work.
Lyne looks from Rianne to the unmistakable leathery-wing noise being made out on the ledge. Not to mention the greeting her lifemate gives to the bronze. Bottom lip is bitten hard as she looks, wide-eyed, towards her fellow blue-rider. Auburn gaze flickers back towards G'deon, who receives a broad smile and a respectful nod. "No, nothing at all, sir." she murmurs.
Kearneth glides with an unconscious graceful.. stumble to the ledge.
G'deon gives a relieved smile with no indication he heard anything he shouldn't have. "I'm just here for a short trip really, Rianne, and no, you've done nothing wrong. And if you have, I certainly don't want to know about it," he can't help but add as the smile flashes into a much more roguish grin. It's his trademark. "No, I'm just here to drop off a couple things. If you don't mind, that is."
"Well, then, I won't give you the list of the ills I've supposedly commited," Rianne says with a tragic sigh at G'deon, and then looks at him more fully in the face as she flashes a smile back at him, meeting rougish with absolute total innocence. It's the best way. "Drop off a few things? Well.. if they'll fit in here in the somewhat limited space I have, I'm sure I don't mind. And if they don't clash with the curtains Kearneth liked so very much," Rianne adds with a twinkle.
Istan begins to fidget slightly where she sits - the smile still upon her face, which makes her look slightly idiotic. What a great way to introduce herself to the northern-most Weyr...An eyebrow is slowly lifted towards Rianne before Lyne finds her boots oh-so-very interesting. She has an idea of what's coming up - what with graduation having occured just a while ago - and remains quiet, her smile simmering down to a comfortable grin. Don't mind her.
G'deon suddenly begins to get the distinct impression he barged in at the wrong time. Girl talk was never his strong point. For obvious reasons. "Right... well, I spoke with Quara earlier and she asked me to hand these over," he adds quite briskly while glancing at both riders. "But you were talking. Right. I'll make this brief." He pulls the same satchel he'd been wearing at the graduation over his head and digs inside producing a bottle of Benden White and a small, shiny badge, blue and black with streaks of fiery red. "From one Inferno rider to another... welcome." He holds the items out with a beaming smile until he blinks. "Unless you'd prefer red wine. I always forget to ask."
There is a silence. But not for long. After G'deon holds out a badge... and a bottle of Benden White, Rianne gasps, and then walks forward to hesitantly take them from him, and set them down on the table. "These.. are real, right?" Rianne's question is almost half teasing... but then.. it's not, as well. With that, she turns to G'deon and launches herself forward to enfold him in a large hug, squeezing him tightly with a large grin on her face. "I couldn't have asked for a better welcome. White wine and a pretty badge. Thank you, sir!" Rianne grins at him, apparently not realizing the insuitablity of hugging the Weyrleader, as she steps back quite unaffectedly.
Lyne is quick to say: "Oh, no need to be quick on my account. We were talking, sure, but this takes preceedance." And what 'this' happens to be is just what she expected. Smiling warmly, her auburn eyes twinkle merrily as she spots the badge being extracted - eyebrows raising with the Benden. "Oh, you lucky bugger!" she mutters good-naturedly before shaking her head. "I got spiked punch, but never Benden..." she murmurs before chuckling as the hapless Weyrleader is latched upon. Oh dear.
G'deon has never been too fond of formalities so he just genially returns Rianne's hug, laughing softly. "Welcome to the family, Rianne!" He finally takes a step back, wide grin quite firmly in place. "And they're quite genuine, I promise." He gives another laugh as he offers both women a deep bow. "And unless you two require anything of me, I'll leave you be. I really didn't mean to intrude in the first place."
"A family... thank you, sir," Rianne says with her eyes shining as she steps backwards from him, grinning back at him. "Good.. because I intend to show them both tomorrow.. and I should be displeased if they weren't..." Rianne grins impishly at his bow and curtsies back... in her leathers. It's managable. "Oh, no.. it's never an intrusion for family to stop by. Come by whenever you like.... and I do mean that," Rianne holds up a hand. "Wait. Unless it's a two am. I draw the line there." Her eyes dance as she grins at him.
A hand reaches up to draw a finger about her own wing badge - a cresting wave with Ista's smouldering moutain in the background - as Lyne watches the two interact. "Congratulations, Rianne." she offers softly from the side, still holding that soft smile upon her face. Gaze switches to G'deon, watching him bow and not being able to help but muse at how young he seems to be. Good for a Weyr. Her Weyrleader just acts young..."You weren't intruding." she affirms before giving him a two-fingered salute from her eyebrow. All's good.
G'deon laughs again and winks at Rianne. "I think I can abide by that. Under one condition," he offers, turning suddenly sober. "/Please/ try not to use 'sir'. It makes me feel old." He pouts much too sweetly to be convincing, then winks, swinging through a whole gamut of moods. It's the wine, surely. "I'm only 24 you know. And that goes for you too, just in case," he adds, grinning at Lyne. "I'm Gid. Or G'deon if you really feel the need to use an entire name."
Lyne leaps at what G'deon says like a cat after a mouse. "Finally! Someone who understands!" Tossing her hand up in the air, the bluerider looks ceiling-ward. "I /hate/ it when people call me ma'am. Makes me feel terribly old." Who seemed to be merely quiet and a wallflower becomes alive with the subject. Of course, one can see why with her prematurely greying hair why she'd feel that way. "Thanks, Gid. I'm Lyne, by the way. Feel free to call upon me or my dragon whenever you need...even if I live in Ista." Her smile is more easy-going with this introduction.
"Oh, /good/. It /would/ feel odd calling a member of one's family sir. Just as much as ma'am," Rianne says with a faint laughing grin towars Lyne before she turns back to G'deon. "Well... Gideon.... that was the last time I used your real name I think.... I can do that. Or Gid...." Rianne boldy winks right back at him, even going to far as to blow him a mock kiss. "Well, again... Gids... it's not an intrusion.. and you're welcome to stay to have some of this /lovely/ wine you gave me. I'm afraid I couldn't drink it on my own if I tried... I can't actually er.. what's the term.. hold my drink? very well...." Twinkle in her eyes.
"Aye, you helped us with Threadfall the other day," G'deon replies to Lyne with a warm smile. "And a wonderful job you did as well." He nods quite formally, a type of miniature bow, then he laughs softly, turning to Rianne. "You're something else, you know that? But in a good way," he teases lightly before shaking his head. "I'd better not tarry too long. Even with two weyrseconds I have a pretty full day. But maybe next time!" And with that he gives the riders a casual salute with a matching wink and turns on his heel for the ledge.
[End of log]