Tilarekna - Monday, November 13, 2000, 2:16 PM ---------------------------------------------- _--^^^#####// \\#####^^^--_ _-^##########// ( ) \\##########^-_ -############// |\^^/| \\############- _/############// (>::<) \\############\_ /#############(( \\// ))#############\ -###############\\ (oo) //###############- -#################\\ / \ //#################- -###################\\/ \//###################- _#/|##########/\######( /\ )######/\##########|\#_ |/ |#/\#/\#/\/ \#/\##\ | | /##/\#/ \/\#/\#/\#| \| ' |/ V V ' V \#\| | | |/#/ V ' V V \| ' ' ' ' ' / | | | | \ ' ' ' ' ## ## ######### ( | | | | ) __________________________ ## ## ## __\ | | | | /__ | A Pern Themed Moo, based | ###### ## (vvv(VVV)(VVV)vvv) | on 'Dragonriders of Pern'| ## ## ## art by | books, by Anne McCaffrey | ## ## arpers ## ale John Moser ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The "Dragonriders of Pern" (tm) books are copyright 1967 by Anne McCaffrey. You are playing this game by the kind permission of Anne McCaffrey and her agent, Virginia Kidd. Type: connect to login to an existing character connect guest to login as a guest character @who to see who's online @quit to logoff *** Connected *** Living Cavern The smooth, rounded walls of the vast living cavern sweep upward from an oval base, two dragonlengths long and one wide, large enough to seat every member of the Weyr at mealtimes. The soft blackness of the lava which forms these caverns swallows glowlight, so shelves for glowbaskets abound, dotting the walls every three or four paces and casting gentle greenish light up toward the sparkles of gold volcanic glass embedded in the ceiling. Ancient lustrous tables run along the long axis of the cavern, and at the far end is the raised dais and high table, where the Weyrleaders and their honored guests eat during formal occasions. Behind the high table, the Weyr's symbol is chiseled into the stone: a smoking mountain in black, on an orange shield, trimmed in gold. Perched near the food are twenty-two firelizards. You see Ale Cabinet, Moufles, Sketch, What's for Dinner, Snow, and Calandra here. Obvious exits: Northeast Caverns Kitchens Bowl Southern Caverns Kilkia walks in from the Southeastern Bowl. You notice Kilkia looking at you. Kilkia Silver strands sparkle amid the platinum blond curls that frame her high cheekbones and determined jaw, the ends coiling around her earlobes. Ice blue eyes, corners lined with generous crow's feet, are deep set, paired above her small, up-tipped nose. Smile lines touch thin, pale lips as colorless as her weathered cheeks. A bit shorter than average, she is a trim and agile woman, figure betraying more than her hold origins. Sable writhes 'round her spare form, matte hide forming well-worn riding leathers. Between's deepest depths lends shade to a long jacket, hem tapping her lean hips and flat bottom. Likewise, nocturnal hues sheathe lanky legs in lusterless hide. Crimson smolders at the wrists, ankles and neck, crackles of color to singe the hems. Ebon boots complete the ensemble, glossless and low-heeled. She is awake and looks alert. Kilkia is 40 Turns, 3 months, and 2 days old. Kilkia pauses in the doorway, weathered hands on hips, and simply gazes 'round the caverns with an oddly rueful cast to her features. Tilarekna glances up sleepy-like, three finally sated lizards curled about her form. A blink and a friendly smile is wafted, along with the scent of fresh klah, in Kilkia's direction. "Another lover of early mornings?" Queries Kilkia wryly in response to the greeting. "Or does duty call you this early?" Sauntering over, boot heels clicking against the stone, the older woman offers a smile in kind. Tilarekna chuckles faintly. "Something of a mix of the two.." she admits sheepishly, Jolinar squeaking crossly as she shrugs her shoulders. "They were hungry... and, well, I was going to get up soon.. just.. not as early as they wanted..." She grins faintly back, nodding to the chair next to her. Kilkia drapes herself into the proffered chair, motion accompanied by a heart-felt sigh. "You might say I'm getting too old for these dawn sweeps," the woman admits wryly. "And you'd at least think they'd give us a day or so to get settled.. I'm Kilkia, by the way, rider of blue Limayth. We Impressed here about 25 years ago." Tilarekna grins, eyes twinkling slightly. "Really? Then you might have Impressed around the same time as m'da." Amber eyes glitter, and as she sits straighter, the sleepy veil seems to drift away from her features. "I'm Tilarekna, daughter of B'oat, rider of Blue Shippith. But you can call me Reka. Or Rekna, as Carelock does, or Tilar, as Caylea does, or Rek, Or Tilly.. but don't call me Rekky.." there's an ominous note with that part, but it's accompanied by a wink. "I.. don't think I recognise you, though.. been elsewhere? Or should I say elseWeyr?" "B'oat and Shippith, hmm? I'd hazard to say I remember the fellow -- is he still around here at Ista?" Kilkia runs her fingers through her short curls, pensively. "And as for me, yes, I've been at Fort -- transfered there not that long after we graduated Weyrlinghood. It was a good move for us, though I'll be the first to admit that I missed Ista's climate, if not Ista herself." "Really? I've been to Fort.. Briefly. Because." Gee, informative, neh? "Yeah, Shippith and my Da are fine. He's on the sweeps post-dawn.. with alla the random thread about right now... well, the Weyrs can't take any chances, neh?" Taking a mouthful of Klah, Rekna swallows before putting it down again, and she gives Kilkia a wink. "Although, Yver's currently trying to.. uh... Mkae friends with him.." Wow, such phrazing! Her eyes twinkle with inner amusement at the joke. "Friends, hmm?" Thin lips manage a smile, if a bit strained around the edges. "Tell Yver good luck for me... Even crusty old riders need -- ahem -- friends." Eyeing the klah mug, Kilkia offers a looser grin. "Now, if you'll just point me towards the klah -- you know, it /has/ been a long time." Tilarekna nods, giggling at Kilkia's words, and without having to move far, pushes a three quarters filled jug of hot liquid towards the blue rider, along with another wink. "I've had practice being prepared for Carelock - she likes her klah in the mornings too.." And a tender smile is give the little brown clinging to her shoulder in sleep. "Bay, here, likes her brown dragon..." "You are a lifesaver," the rider proclaims, snatching an empty mug and sloshing a generous amount of klah into it. "Carelock -- I remember her... Rider of brown..." A pause for thought, Kilkia's eyes unfocusing. "Morath. She Impressed a couple of clutches before me." A nod and a grin is flickered in Kia's direction, before klah is sipped once more. "Ooo, yes, that's him. And Carelock is a great person. Very together." A sage nod of the head makes her red-brown bangs bounce, and Reka pushes some from her eyes. "Jesha, she's also very nice. She took a bunch of us to see the clutching up at Reaches a few days ago..." Eyes shine: eggs. With lotsa pretty patterns... ooo... "So 'Reaches has eggs on the sands, hmm?" Kilkia nods sagely over her klah. "Have they started seizing innocent Hold youngsters yet?" A certain twinkle in her blue eyes betrays her humour, despite the mournful quirk of her lips. Tilarekna gives an equally mournful sigh, "Oh, most likely. We had a hatching a few months back.. oh, how TERRIBLE were the Candidates! At least, the ones from the Holds..." Hyzen's weyrbred, and SHE is cool people. "I don't know WHAT the dragons were thinking when they picked them. I pity 'Reaches. Should be interesting to see who they end up with as their next batch of Weyrlings.." "Weyrlings are always interesting," proclaims Kilkia with an air of lofty wisdom. "Infinate sources for amusement -- you'd be surprised how few of them even know which end of the dragon is which. In the beginning, at least. They /learn/ though." Outright laughter escapes, the rider's lips widening into a smirk. "A few good purges and there's no confusion left." "Well, Reka, Rekna, or Tilar, I'm afraid it's meal time for my big lug of a lifemate. Thanks for the conversation... and the klah!" Brandishing the mug at the young woman, Kilkia chuckles and strides out of the caverns. OOC: Kilkia grins. Sorry, gotta run! Thanks for the RP! Tilarekna coughs, choking a little on her klah as laughter seizes her at the wrong time, and she covers her mouth as giggles seize her. "Oh, oh dear... That doesn't sound good.." She comments, twinkling eyes screaming how amusing she thinks that was.. "Bye!" OOC: Tilarekna hugs!! OOC: Tilarekna grins. Thank YOU for the RP! And welcome back! OOC: Kilkia adores! :) Kilkia walks to the Bowl. -------------------------------------------------------------------