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10/22/2001
Logfile from G'deon

MOO Time: 2001-10-22 15:35:18

Central Bowl
Seven spindles brush the clouds -- quite literally -- overhead, a jagged, spired cotillion grey-stoned majesty. The bowl from here is expansively large, extending a full half mile in both directions, and although sometimes a bit of a stretch, most of the hubs of activity can be easily observed. Hard-packed ground shows the common pathways, all of them meandering about the craggy bunch of boulders that form a centerpiece: carven, hand-worn and foothold-full, it gives a bit of centerpoint to the otherwise vast emptiness of the area.
To the north lie the hatching grounds and leadership weyrs, while the lows of herdbeasts mark the feeding pens to the northeast. A flurry of ever-present activity marks the living caverns to the west, and another time-traveled path the ground weyrs just adjacent to the southwest. Southeast, a glint of blue shows the lake, glittering and cold.
It is a summer midmorning. The sun rises, and it gets warmer, but the northern breeze keeps things pleasant. The sky is mostly clear, save for the mackerel sky of the high puffs.
Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are nineteen firelizards.
Green Kelitath, green Zoryanth, gold Chayath, bronze Jhanath, green Zaqith, bronze Rixesith, brown Druseth, green Miravith, blue Lainnoth, green Alymath, blue Qelketh, green Estsanth, green Ayamizureth, and blue Cerdith are here.
You see a wagonmaster, George Dubya bush, Trash n Treasures, and Trey's Trumbling Wagon here.
Cayl is here.
Obvious exits:
Pens -- Northern Bowl -- Caverns -- Ground Weyrs -- Lakeside -- Guards HQ

G'deon leans over casually and grins at Cayl. "Feel like stirring up trouble?" he asks much too sweetly when combined with that roguish coloring.

Stepping out from one of the tunnel entrances, brushing her hands briskly against her tross at the nip in the air, Cay glances up in time to hear the comment and see G'deon. The bluerider arches a puzzled brow. "Stir up trouble?" She doesn't wait longer to deny an answer, laughing. "When am I not? Sure. What's up?"

G'deon just laughs and motions for her to climb on up. "Oh, nothing /too/ bad, I promise. Might even be fun," he adds, patting the satchel slung across his shoulders. Bronzers carrying gifts can't be a bad thing, can it?

Nylanth thinks to you, << I bespoke Skeseth with: Nylanth intrudes softly, a whisper of mountain breezes through the evergreens. << Skeseth, is your rider busy by chance? >> >>

Cayl tosses a weary glance towards the satchel, then laughs and pulls herself up the straps of the bronze's shoulder. "Thanks, Nylanth." She remarks as she settles in behind G'deon (or infront, however he has the saddle configured), and begins strapping up. "Trouble and fun? Who woulda thought."

Nylanth senses Skeseth hisses softly, red tints mixing in with the rattle of his voice. <<No.>> And yet his mind is soon awakening, unpleasant and curious thoughts soon following.

Cayl ascends with practiced steps up to Nylanth's bronzen neck and settles in between two neckridges.

You take off.

Above the Bowl

Feeling peckish for a little something, edible or not? No matter, there is plenty happening in the pens below.

Above the Feeding Pens
Wayward breezes carry the mixed scent of herdbeast and wherry from below, occasionally fusing with the salty odor of the ocean from afar. Spires overlook and shadow the pens below, often blanketing the scythed, claw-cut ledges used for feeding. Thermals, unusually steady for this area, keep that scent aloft and ever-present, growing stronger as they descend to the feeding grounds below.
It is a summer midmorning. The sun rises, and it gets warmer, but the northern breeze keeps things pleasant. The sky is mostly clear, save for the mackerel sky of the high puffs.
Gliding around is Noegip.
Obvious exits:
Up -- Pens -- Weyrling Air -- Above the Lake -- Above the Bowl -- Ledges

You soar in for a landing on Skeseth's ledge.

Skeseth's Ledge
A ledge... If anything else can be said to the solid stone landing for the dragons, is that it doesn't /appear/ to look like a ledge. Hidden between the sides of the weyr, shadows covering the small platform, which is almost unnoticeable until one is just about against the stone, or having known where to land. Sand blows across the red stained solid ground, an abandoned look settling into the silent area where only darkness and the scent of death may lurk.
It is a summer midmorning. The sun rises, and it gets warmer, but the northern breeze keeps things pleasant. The sky is mostly clear, save for the mackerel sky of the high puffs.
Brown Skeseth is here.
Sua is here.
Obvious exits:
Weyr -- Fly

MOO Time: 2001-10-22 15:49:25

G'deon waves quickly to Sua and Skeseth as he, Cayl and Nylanth swoop down for a landing on the ledge. "Good morning!" he calls down cheerfully. "I do hope I'm not intruding. Look, Cayl, it's Sua and Skeseth!" No duh.

Sua tilts her head to one side, seated on a chair by the entrance of her weyr. Her curiousity is sent towards Skeseth, who seems to have just awakened from a nap. And lucky for the brownrider... She had been fixing things up on the ledge it seems, or at least somewhere, which her hair still a mess and dark rings under her eyes. At the sight of the bronze, which doesn't really seem to surprise her, she brightens up enough to smile and wave towards the pair. "G'day, there! Oh, not intrudin'.. not at all." She's just sitting. "Oh, 'lo Cay!" Bounce. If she had the energy to.

Cayl clings to the straps before her as they land, eyes wide as she regards the ledge. Locking onto Sua's roughened form, the bluerider offers a wave before unbuckling the straps tied about her. Extra tight, they were. Ouch. "Hey Sua! And Skeseth. You too are looking...er..good today."

G'deon leans forward, not quite bothering to unbuckle just yet. "So, how are you and your 'mate there, Sua? Good I hope? Flying well, no major problems?"

Skeseth offers somewhat of a grunt, or a rumble, whichever one might think it is, before he scoots to one side.. He'll just be over /here/ and try to sleep some more, unless he is somehow disturbed again. Sua glances from her brown lifemate and then back towards her visitors, finally heaving herself up from her seat and shuffling closer across her small ledge. "Oh, we're fine.. Well, I am. 'Seth is jus' bein' 'Seth." Hrmph. "An' no problems at all. How're the two of you." Curious, curious Sua.. No one ever dares to come visit her, at least.

Myrineth soars in for a landing.

Sua
Silence wisps through the thin threads of woven sepia hair, tailing down the curves of the shoulders and halting to a firm stop in a smooth straight tip just above mid-torso, each mahogany strand glinting with bleached blonde strips transforming a more honey-gold aura within umber depths. Obligatory optics blaze a bright amber and bear an arrogant hazel edge in a curious blend of hues. Personality swells in a mysterious form around the castaneous skin that stretches to cover the lithe body. Stiff frame stands tall and slender and keeps a graceful balance, bold spirit sparks and sizzles to show the daring glint in every hue embedded in the clear eyes. Tall and graceful, youth still shows in the sparking gold orbs around tawny velvet flesh that envelopes her form, strangely darkening around slender fingers.
Snugged tightly around this brownrider is a nice set of leathers, an impossible black covering every part of her clothing. Pants hug her hips, showing every nice curve before stretching out a bit and sinking up into deep dark crimson flames at the bottom. Suffocating shades seem to linger around the edges of leather pants, disappearing into the thick black shine of new boots. Moving upwards, the darkness begins to fade into a reddish-blue hint, where burning and drowning is the way for a devil's torture. Depressed red and black merges once again with the tight velvet thin skin of a shirt showing off her womanly form, only covered slightly by the comfortable fur-lined ebony jacket, just as snug-fitting as the rest of her clothes. Jacket is left opened, bearing her neck and the low V-cut shape of the shirt, with the final gloomy look descending upon the somber outfit.
Proudly displayed on one shoulder is her knot of a double twisted cord, with one strand blue and the other one black, in just one single loop and a small tail. It has an addition of a brown ribbon and a tassle to display that she is a Sr. Weyrling Wingsecond at High Reaches with her brown lifemate.
She is awake and looks alert.
Sua is 21 Turns, 2 months, and 2 days old.
Sua has no apparent threadscoring.

Myrineth arrives, not to be outdone by that whippersnapper bronze wingmate of hers.

Nylanth snorts lightly at Myrineth, but he does edge over just a bit to make that much more room.

G'deon nods slowly, turning to eye Myrineth and her rider. "Good morning, Catia. Myrineth. We were just chatting with Sua here. It appears they're doing quite well." Dramatic pause. "It's always good to have a decent brown pair around, you know." Or green, blue, bronze and gold of course, but whatever. "And Nyls and I are doing quite well, Sua, thanks for asking."

Cayl swings her leg over Nylanth's side and slides down neatly to the ground. Clearing her throat, she pats the bronze's side in her thanks and then turns to regard the approaching Sua. Towards the 'Seth being Seth' part she just 'Mmm...'s and nods, not bothering to look at the brown. "What've you been doing? You look a tired." She nods her head. "'ve been good enough."

Cayl slides from Nylanth's neck and lands gently on the ground.

Myrineth rumbles her agreement that it's always good to have a decent brown pair. Catia leans forward to idly slap her lifemate's neck. "Indeed. Always good," she agrees with G'deon, beaming down at Sua. "You and Skeseth are looking good..."

Decent brown pair? That is when Sua can begin to become suspicious, her head tilting to one side, 'brow arching, and simply staring towards the bronzerider. Hmm... "I didn't do it." Her first reaction, of course, as she takes a curious step back, frowning towards the sudden arrival of a third dragonrider. "That is, I didn't do 'nything wrong, did I? It was jus' a little wine, after all." And they aren't weyrlings anymore, either. And then she has Cayl there, after all, and gives her a quiet glance before answering. "I was jus' cleaning up inside, moving a few things."

From Myrineth's neck, "A little wine?" Catia asks, eyebrows raised, as she takes a decision and dismounts.

Catia slips down Myrineth's side, using the dragon's foreleg as a step.

G'deon laughs softly and waves away Sua's concern. "I don't think we need to worry about 'a little wine'. You were off that restriction since graduating to senior weyrling." Which is probably supposed to be comforting in a way. "Was it good wine?" He leans casually against Nylanth's side, fingers scritching unconsciously.

"Whine?" parts the bluerider's mouth, her hands shivering ever so slightly by her side before she clasps them on the hem of her jacket and yanks down. "Its a bit chily." She explains to no one in particular, cause no one would be listening. She smiles towards Catia, though otherwise remains silent.

Sua bites her lower lip, rolling her eyes upwards in attempts to remember.. "Well, I don' think I remember... Well, I was slightly drunk by then, an' it was jus' something I found in the caverns." And then more that she found after a flight, but that still is considered to be 'a little wine' for the brownrider. Cayl is given a bob of her head, as if answering her one-word question. "I don' have some with me now, though..." She wanted some, right? And yet she is still wary of the trio, glancing from one to the other. "So... What brings you all 'ere?"

Catia scritches Myrineth's elbow absently, pulling off her gloves after a moment to get better friction. "Well, if it was only a /little/ wine, I'm not sure that's good enough...." she murmurs, looking towards G'deon and Cayl. "Perhaps we'd better leave."

G'deon nods slowly, brows furrowing for a moment. "Yeah... and quality over quantity, you know?" he comments, glancing at Catia. "I don't know... what do you think, Cayl. Think she can learn in time?"

Cayl shakes her head, arms crossing lightly over her chest as she judges Sua harshly. "Nope. Lets get out of here." However, soon enough her stern, witch like face cracks into a brighter, yet still more devious smile. "Though the attempt might be more fun, for ourselves." The attempt at teaching Sua. What joy.

Sua frowns, taking yet another step back from the visiting riders, still rather unsure of what they might be doing here at her ledge. After all, it's hers /and/ 'Seth's. Unless she is in trouble, or someone just wants to play with the poor young woman's mind... That'll just be evil, though. "Learn what in time?" She queries calmly, amber eyes blinking from G'deon to Cayl, and then towards Catia. They are all plotting against her! That just isn't fair..

"Well, thinking about we're planning soon, I think she could be taught...." Catia defends Sua though, as Myrineth warbles softly. "I've got what we need in my pocket, if you all agree..."

G'deon flashes Sua a grin, then winks at Cayl and Catia. "Best time is now, right? Skip the embers and jump into the fire. So to say."

Sua is surrounded by evil, evil people... They shouldn't come to her ledge, and mess with her mind in such a way. That is, at first it seems like she is in trouble. And yet with the three talking in some kind of code, all she can do is shrink back and wait. "Taught what, though?" Yes, she would like to know. And Skeseth? Somehow enjoying his nap from where he lays, though a jeweled eye is still watching cautiously from his distance.

"Taught how to be a true member of Inferno wing?" Catia replies, then peeling off her other glove with her teeth so she can pull a flimsy piece of multi-coloured fabric from her pocket and hold it out. "Ga's i o'r inneresed," she adds before spitting out the glove. "That's if you're interested."

Cayl laughs and rubs her hands eagerly together. "Did someone remember to bring the (Insert pernese equivilant of tar here) this time?" She asks as she watches Sua squirm. Catia's announcement is given a private snicker. "Yeah, that or how to drink yourself silly without the conciquences." She whispers under her breath.

G'deon smirks a little at Cayl, beams at Catia, then pulls his satchel around to the front from whence he pulls a nice, clear bottle of Benden White. He's not bribing really. Maybe he just wanted to look.

Sua blinks a few times, allowing a few things to sink into her weary mind... "The Inferno wing?" Blink again. That is, with all those evil evil people? So that she'll be surrounded with people like Cayl and G'deon and Catia all the time in the wing? Well... "/If/ 'm interested though?" Hmm... And then eyes catch sight of the bronzerider's bottle, which actually seems to work on her."'Course I am!" Ooh, can she get some wine, now? A soft grin stretching up on her face already.

The memory of her own, dusty bottle of red is recalled, and G'deon's bottle is given a scowl. "Oh sure, bring her the good stuff. We coulda split that between us you know, and she'd never know the difference." Cayl's joking, really! She just /sounds/ serious, that's all. Afterwords she falls silent, laughing quietly at Sua's reaction. "You didn't put up nearly enough a fight, Sua."

Catia laughs at Sua's enthusiasm for the bottle. "Hey, you have to take the badge first...." she insists, holding it out to the young rider.

G'deon laughs softly, holding the bottle out enticingly towards the hopefully soon to be wingmate. "Oh, don't worry Cayl, there's plenty more where this came from and you know it," he says over his shoulder.

"And we'll be getting some soon," Catia adds, pulling her gloves back on.

Show her the good stuff, and Sua will fall in completely command. "Put up a fight? Now, why would I... I mean, Inferno mus' be the best wing 'ere in 'Reaches." The one that offers someone some Benden, of course. "Oh, of course... the badge." She hesitates a moment, tilting her head towards the others before finally taking it from Catia. "Thank you," she says softly, dipping her head down in a nod, soon turning back towards the bottle. "Someone bring 'ny glasses, by 'ny chance? Most of mine are shattered." Only one left, right? Ah well..

Cayl nods her head. "True, true. Now Sua, before you go grabbing that bottle, you really outta know all the downsides of being in Inferno." The bluerider's face falls stealthy. "Such as waking up in unknown weyrs, beaches, having multiple babys whos fathers you don't know, um... and there are others, really." Sure.

Catia coughs, resting a hand on Myrineth's straps in preparation to mount. "If you don't mind, Cayl, that doesn't happen all the time." She's playing the prim older woman - twice Sua's age! Scrambling agilely enough up Myrineth's side, she then grins down. "Well, not all the time."

Myrineth extends a foreleg, enabling Catia to mount easily and settle herself between two neckridges.

G'deon blinks a little at Sua as he finally hands the bottle over. "Shattered? That's a shame... you can always feel free to talk to the Smiths about that, though, or search the storage cellars." Distract the bronzer with business and he forgets all else. "Or go with turned wood. It's much harder to break, and if you do it's easy enough to fix. Or burn," he adds in a sombre tone, though his blue eyes twinkle a bit as he glances at Cayl. Strange, strange wingmates.

Sua pauses for a moment, quite a long moment, listening to Cayl, her eyes not even blinking for the moment. "Well, that really does sound encouraging." That's muttered calmly, rolling her eyes as she smiles after Catia's departure. She'll be sure to keep that in mind, though.. "Still brings the wine, though? That is, being in the wing." She'll do anything when wine is involved. Towards G'deon, however, the young woman twitches slightly, her smile fading a moment as she thinks. "I'll most likely get myself more glances... Searching the cellars, that is."

Cayl just laughs coyly, shrugging her shoulders. "Your giving her the wine and the patch, I'm giving her the down and dirty." Hearing G'deon go on about broken glasses, the bluerider's eyes roll, head shaking a bit. Strange, strange weyrleaders.

G'deon blinks once or twice after a little mental nudge from his lifemate. "Right... well, welcome to the family, Sua. It should be fun. As for me, I really need to meet with a couple cotholders before they decide to take matters into their own hands. I'll see you around at the Inferno table, right?" he adds, grinning at Sua.

From Myrineth's neck, "I have to be going..." Catia apologises to them all. "But yes, the Inferno table - you can't miss it, with those dragon eyes painted on it. Though I think they need a retouch..." Mulling this over, she settles her balance as Myrineth shuffles to the edge of the ledge, and then kicks off.

Myrineth takes off.

Sua waggles a few fingers towards G'deon, bobbing her head slowly. "Of course. I'll see you there..." And that's two down, right? "I get to keep the wine, 'course?" It was offered to /her/ after all. She gives a rather small grin, glancing towards Cayl curiously as well. Will she be leaving to? Getting drunk on her own... Or she'll most likely save the bottle for some other time. "Thank you, as well!" She calls cheerfully, quite a change from before.

You ascend with practiced steps up to Nylanth's bronzen neck and settle yourself between two neckridges.

Cayl eeks as she watches G'deon mounting upon Nylanth once more. The bluerider looks back to Sua, nodding her head. "Welcome to the wing, I suppose. Anyways, I'd better get going before I get stranded up here..." A serious concern for her, obviously. Cayl raises her hand and latches onto Nylanth's straps, pulling herself up all the while saying, "You /are/ going to drop me off before you go settle this dispute, right?"

Cayl ascends with practiced steps up to Nylanth's bronzen neck and settles in between two neckridges.

G'deon grins back at Cayl and winks. "Well get a move on," he teases his clutchmate, then waves once more to Sua and Skeseth. "Clear skies, you two! We'll see you around!"

Above the Feeding Pens

Mind the gate! Perhaps if you flew a little higher...

Above the Bowl

Wings tired? Or you just want to feel solid earth beneath your paws...

Central Bowl
Seven spindles brush the clouds -- quite literally -- overhead, a jagged, spired cotillion grey-stoned majesty. The bowl from here is expansively large, extending a full half mile in both directions, and although sometimes a bit of a stretch, most of the hubs of activity can be easily observed. Hard-packed ground shows the common pathways, all of them meandering about the craggy bunch of boulders that form a centerpiece: carven, hand-worn and foothold-full, it gives a bit of centerpoint to the otherwise vast emptiness of the area.
To the north lie the hatching grounds and leadership weyrs, while the lows of herdbeasts mark the feeding pens to the northeast. A flurry of ever-present activity marks the living caverns to the west, and another time-traveled path the ground weyrs just adjacent to the southwest. Southeast, a glint of blue shows the lake, glittering and cold.
It is a summer midmorning. The sun rises, and it gets warmer, but the northern breeze keeps things pleasant. The sky is mostly clear, save for the mackerel sky of the high puffs.
Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are nineteen firelizards.
Green Kelitath, green Zoryanth, gold Chayath, bronze Jhanath, green Zaqith, bronze Rixesith, brown Druseth, green Miravith, blue Lainnoth, green Alymath, blue Qelketh, green Estsanth, green Ayamizureth, and green Issryuith are here.
You see a wagonmaster, George Dubya bush, Trash n Treasures, and Trey's Trumbling Wagon here.
Obvious exits:
Pens -- Northern Bowl -- Caverns -- Ground Weyrs -- Lakeside -- Guards HQ

Cayl quickly slides down, nodding her head in thanks. "That was interesting to see, at least. I'll see you around, G'deon!" Or Weyrleader, or whatever. She obviously still does not realize ranks too well, does she? As she dismounts, she turns and starts towards the ground weyrs.

Cayl slides from Nylanth's neck and lands gently on the ground.

[End of log]

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