Tilarekna - Tuesday, December 05, 2000, 2:34 PM ----------------------------------------------- Candidate Barracks Serviceable, this low-ceiling'd room runs right and left from the heavy canvas curtains that function as a door: relatively bare of ornamentation, tidy glows light the few worn tapestries that adorn the walls and depict a variety of dragons in flight or at rest. But it is the cots, lots and lots of cots, that distinguish this room from the others, their blue or black coverlets tucked neatly over relatively fresh rushes. Candidate's haven, this is their escape from the bustling world of chores and Weyr; visitors are welcome if invited. Resting atop the doorframe are Rydia, Leannan, Butterfly, Kya, Rennlet, Dystopia, Simon, Windu, Tirone, Maksim, Kernow, Kyrenna, Kitaro, McCleane, Frist, Moody, and Spi. You see Name Board, Oren's Lecherous Lounge of Lu-uvvv., Gideon's rucksack, Lea's Rebelliously Corrupt Corner, Reka's Centermost Purple Cot, Sasha's Cosy Quilted Couch, Ine's Sanctuary of Simplicity, Hy's Homey Cot, Pia's Stylishly Decorated Nook, Pemeron's Cot, Rauve's WarmFuzzy Cot, **Gideon's Welcome Sign (OOC)** (look gws), Sorana's Super-Spiff Silvern Sanctuary, Hiliza's Happy Hammock-Imposter, Siannen's li'l cot, Tatoria's Cot, Moe's Bundle of Blankets, Slippa's Lilac-Blue-Green Psychadelic Cot, and Cloth-covered Basket here. You notice Sorana, Pemeron, Pia, Mosiah, Sraine, Caylea, Gideon, Tatoria, Oren, and Sasha asleep here. Obvious exits: Caverns From afar, Kwanne drags ya out to rp too while she's still awake! You paged Kwanne with: Tilarekna pages, "you come visit me? :)" Back out into the bustling world of the caverns you go. Inner Caverns Ancient caverns unfold in an endless maze of tunnels and stairs, the Weyr's cavities a labyrinth to the uninitiated. Here, trimmed by the last of the stone cutters, arched walls and vaulted ceilings retain the soapy smoothness of well-worn stone, as do the endless tunnel floors kept clear and tidy. Shadows creep and flicker across these glowlit mountain walls, creatures of non-light wending their way east to the main caverns and bowl, or branching out in a web of caves to the Weyr's living spaces. Shadowed on stone-smooth ledge are Pix, Ivan, and Oren. You see Delphin and Fantastic Triple Layer Bubbly Surprise here. Obvious exits: Living Caverns Guests' Quarters Hallway Dorms Candidate Barracks Baths Brat Cave Infirmary Night or day, Klah can always be found warming on the High Reaches Hearth... Living Caverns 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 sixteen firelizards. You see Old Auntie sit-by-the-fire, OOC NOTICE (look sign), Boots, Hobbes, Nimbus, Generic Sign-Up Sheet, Kageri, It, Hiliza's Candie Sock-Puppet, and Beeoh here. Etowaru is here. Obvious exits: Bowl Kitchens Inner Caverns Crafting Area From afar, Kwanne laughs, sure... in slightly proddy mode! LOL You paged Kwanne with: Tilarekna pages, "mwhahaa." Bundle up 'gainst snow or sun! The bowl is open to seasons' wrath. 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 before dawn. Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are Zhaneel, Gavin, Wilt, Beats, Persnickety, Reno, Immie, Mosfet, Gyahaahaa, Vanitas, Sentanta, Gunwalloe, and Tyan. Green Yshanth, green Miravith, blue Rubyth, brown Druseth, brown Puizuth, Brown Dsalth, and green Jhiateshyrth are here. You see a wagonmaster, Cattysaur, Dragon-Shaped Cairn, Box, and Gigi here. Slippa and Kwanne are here. Obvious exits: Pens Northern Bowl Caverns Ground Weyrs Lakeside Guards HQ "I'm fin'" Kwa tries to say, but it comes out all slurred. But if one would notice, the smell of liquor is not upon her body. Is this Kwanne's proddiness? Oh lets hope not. "And Jhia's fin' and we're'll all fin'. And I'm perfetictally stable..." Even her pronouncation of words is a bit off. Perfetictally? Where did /that/ come from? Jhiateshyrth on the other hand just slowly slides closer to the blue before fluttering her wing 'bout her back oh so innocently and giving this sweet purr of child like innocents to said male. Poor guy, the huntress has found her pray... Slippa grins, shaking her head. "Well, y'know, I know when someone's drunk or not, and you, ma'am, 'ave had too much. P'haps you should have some klah?" Eyes, wandering to watch the green dragon again, fall onto Tilarekna. "Hello, 'Rekna!" She says with a cheery wave, waving the fellow Candie over. Tilarekna blinks as a familiar green dragon and the voice of a familiar person filter across the bowl from where she's emerged from the Living Caverns. Gaping a moment, she slowly steps towards the green, a slowly growing grin twitching at the corners of her mouth. "Morning," she calls back to Slippa, heading over. Kwanne squeals in disgust, "Klah? Klah? Ewwww! No, 'o klah for 'e!" The little gothic rider whines quietly and then looks from candidate to candidate. "An' I'n not drunk, I never drink. Never will. Last time I did I ended up pregna'." Jhiate ignores her rider's... ahh, odd display as she swerves this way, and stumbles that way. Weee... Nope, look, blue dragon, and the slightly glowy 'white' green dragon continues her mind games to tempt the poor unfortunate blue closer... closer my pretty... mauhaha! Slippa rolls her eyes, winking at Tilarekna. "She reckons she's not been drinking..." Shaking her head and laughing, Slippy scuffles a foot in the dirt. "And she also reckons her dragon's not glowing.... or so I think, anyways." Tilarekna blinks, coming to a halt... "Kwanne?" Delight fills her voice and somehow the Ista Weyrfolk-turned-Reaches Candie manages not to pounce the greenrider and hug her. "How are you? Darn, where's Hyzen? she'd love to see yo--uh.. Kwanne?" Eyebrows raise as the rider slurs her words, and the dragon looks.. *blink* "Uhh.. Kwanne? Is.. your dragon alright? She seems awfully.. uh... shiny." Jhiateshyrth's not shiny... she's... glittery! Yeah... Kwa on the other hand is enjoying stumbling around and being completely clueless. "I tol' ya, I don' drink! Last time I did I end'd up with the twins. She's not shiny... she's just... I dunno, more green then norma'." Jhiateshyrth tilts her head to eye the Istan and the other candidate before crooning in a sweet alluring voice. See, she's perfectly fine. But the second the noise stops the 'young' 'ling tilts her head to peer back quietly towards the blue. Come here little dragon... she wants a new play toy, and he'll do for now. Etowaru steps out from the Weyr's living caverns. Etowaru smiles at the other people around. "Hey!" Etowaru looks curiously at the said green dragon. Yup, definitely glittery. Peering at the rider, she grins. "When she due to go up?" Slippa nods. "Does't she, 'Rekna?" See - even a non-Weyrperson can tell that... "Are you two old friends?" She stands awkwardly with the two, eyes tracking from one to the other, then to the green and blue dragons, then back to the two people... man, she feels far from home. Smiling at Etowaru, she grins. Isn't that what she told Kwanne? Tilarekna ums a little, nodding at Jhiateshyrth before grinning at Etowaru's comment. Probably not the wisest thing to say, but.. "I know Kwanne from Ista Weyr," replies the weyrgirl (who's seen no few proddy greens in her time.. and this one is definately proddy), "She Impressed at the last Istan Hatching. How're the pair of you? How's Zi'n and everyone back home?" How's my Dad, too? wait, no, didn't say that aloud.. Etowaru smiles at Rekna, winking slightly. "So ya know each other, huh?" she grins. "What brings you to 'Reaches then, Kwanne?" she asks, turning to the greenrider. Kwanne turns her anger tainted gaze 'pon the poor entering Etowaru. "She's not /due/. She' not proddy I tell ya." Oh yeah, and yet one of the newest greenriders knows this just oh so well right? "I usta live here..." Change of subjects please! "I was a guard here, twas the first one, like four turns 'go, before I was a healer and 'for I was searched, and 'for I was a 'sisstant headwoman at Ista. And my foster daughter was searched, and I just now gotta 'tween so I came ta see her and everyone else." Lopsidedly she smirks and winks at Tila. Nope, not proddy, just, drunkish, but yet no smell of wine or anything on her. Suure, proddy it is then isn't it. Jhia is just contently clawing closer to that male dragon. Fresh meat... er... prey... cant' she just nibble? Just a little? "No biting Jhia." Sulk, ruin all her fun. "Kwanne? So that's your name..." Smiling, Slippa finally gets the girl's name. and nods her head. "Ista Weyr, eh? Seems you all are from Weyrs around here... I mean, obviously, 'cos we're in a Weyr, but still... I feel so left out, being brought up in a Hold an' all!" She's just teasing, though, o'course... she just doesn't have the knowledge that most Weyr residents have about dragons. Etowaru laughs, smiling at Slippa. "I ain't from a Weyr. Not born in one, anyway," she explains. "I used ta live at Benden. Hold, that is. Where're you from?" Tilarekna grins, and doesn't say anything while Kwanne slurs her reasons. "Uh huh.." she snickers faintly, before tilting her head in the Green's direction. "Well, she's looking very well, Kwanne. Has she reached her full growth yet?" Oo, dragon talk. Much more fun than hearing the rider yell that her dragon (and in turn, herself) is not proddy! Kwanne's pierced eyebrow wiggles, and her lip purses, making her lip ring follow the eyebrow ring's example and shift 'bout. "I was 'aised in a cothold not all /that/ far from here in High Reaches. 'For I left home I knew nuffing 'bout dragons." But she knows a lot more, except when her own is ah.. in a certain state of course. But Tilarekna snags her attention once more and a sweet mildly lopsided mind you, grin curls her lips. "Not quite yet... getting there. She's smaller 'en Fiviath tho'." "Tillek, originally. Then I travelled for a bit, then stopped at Gar. Then I kinda got hooked up with the Vintners... So I guess I've been around all the different places, eh? I've been in a Weyr, a Hold, and a Craft." She ticks off a finger as each affiliation's mentioned, sighing. "Oh, I'm Slippa, by the way, and I don't think we've met?" Jhiateshyrth has that... ahh, air about her, the way she moves, the way she sits there looking cute, knowing that she's every male dragon's envy right now, or at least want, and she intends to use every bit of that fame to her advantage. Like a Weyrwoman in command... just the way she sits there. And then the blue looses her interest and her attention and gaze falls 'pon the group gatherd. Hmm... Please, jsut a /taste/ of something? There's no snow... "No, don't /even/ try it." Sulk. Kwa's no fun. Etowaru laughs, nodding. "I'm Etowaru," she offers. "Etowa, if you prefer. Or Toraha. Long story," she chuckles, winking at Rekna. "WEll met, Slippa." Tilarekna raises her eyebrows slightly, but her grin is still broad and friendly. "Well, she's certainly looking well. She's a credit to yo--Uh, why is she looking at us like that?" A grin is given Eto, before her green fire lizard warbles cutely at the giant green sister. Kwanne flutters her lashes sweetly at Tilarekna. "What way? She's not looking at you any way special..." Nope, not in that drool type of 'I want to just nibble, promise not to bite' way. Honest. "Jhia! Noooo!" But but! The glowy 'white' dragon seems to sulk a bit more, her once proud form slinking down to the ground to crunch up to more of a smaller size. Waaaah! No fair, Kwa's mean! Kwa doesn't love me. "Oh... for Faranth's sakes..." Slippa grins. "Well met, Etowa," she says, opting for the shorter version. Getting unsteady beneath the green's gaze, she turns around. "Faranth, that's an unnerving gaze..." Etowaru laughs, quoting softly in a teasing manner, "Like dragon, like rider." She grins at Kwanne. "It's a good thing Tenshi's asleep," she notes, nodding to the ferret in her arms. "He /hates/ greens. Right, Reka?" Above, Orbyth arrives from ::between:: in an explosion of burning energy. Above, Orbyth drops down towards the Bowl. Orbyth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*. Kwanne whimpers quietly. "What gaze? She's just being stubborn 'is all ya see. That's all.." Poor 'drunk' ling peers back dragonwards before fidgeting with her newly made leathers. Aren't they just spiffy? Black with red and burgundy. Drool. "She just wants to nibble, she likes to nibble, she really honestly didn't try to eat that traveler that got too close to me when I fell off of her on our first riding lesson on da ground, honestly.." Kwanna probably isn't helping matters ya think with the way she's trying really hard to convence them in her proddy state. Jhiate on the other side just slowly slinks across the bowl and closer to the group, claws digging effortlessly into the ground as she slinks sexily ever closer. But then... Orbyth is spotted and she stops to... drool... ahem. From Orbyth's neck, Zi'n's expression can only be categorized as puzzled, brows furrowing as hazel eyes glare down at the cinnabar neck 'neath him. "Orbyth?? Who told you we had to come back here? We were already here, earlier, don't you remember? In the lesson?" Draconic memory - phhtb. "Who called yo-- arrh!" Bronzen comet swooshes and jets towards the minty green angelic form of Jhiateshyrth, leaving his 'rider clinging to a 'ridge. "Not so fast! Orbyth! Stop!" Managing to get his mount to stop for a moment, the bronzeling quickly slides down a shoulder, landing slightly clumsily on the ground. "Um - g'day, everyone." Zi'n uses a coppery-tinged shoulder to slide to the ground, aided by an impatient flicker. Etowaru looks up suddenly, abruptly reminded of something. "On, no! I forgot! I've got a runner to exercise!" Tossing a sheepish grin and a wave at Slippa, Rekna, Kwanne, and the just-arrived bronzerider, Toraha runs towards the stables, hair streaming behind her. Etowaru walks to the Pens. Slippa waves at Etowaru as she disappears, then turns her attention to the latest rider to arrive... "Zido - Zi'n!" She yelps, recognising the face. "And your dragon... wow!" She bobs up and down, pleased to see him. Jhiateshyrth gives a flutter of eyelids towards the ever so handsome bronze. Much better now. Shimmery green flutters her wings about and just leers quietly at him, watching every movement but still playing that oh so innocent child like act she's so good at playing. Zi'n is busy dusting off his leathers, and looks up just in time to catch a glimpse of someone walking away. "Oh... oh!" Slippa is eyed for a few seconds, and then the ex-Garish manages to match a name to the face: "Slippa! What are you do... are you a candidate??" Go Gar! Ahem. Orbyth doesn't pay much attention to his lifemate's newfound aquiantance, being too busy staring at Jhiateshyrth. Cinnabar neck cranes delicately, so he can get a real good look at her, and then bronzen wings snap out and rise into the air - some sort of courteous greeting, mayhaps? Not likely... "Um, Kwanne - what're you doing here?" 'ling demands, blinking at his clutchmate. Tilarekna blinks, as another dragon appears.. "Zi'n! Mate! Good to see you!" Cheerful voice is echoed by the grin and wave, but she makes no move towards him, instead turning back to Kwanne. "So, why ARE you here? Oh, wait, you answered that. Let me try that again: How're the flying and ::Between:: lessons going?" "Vistin'" Replies Kwa to Zi'n before smiling drunkenly in the direction of the bronzerider. Poor Gothlet. "Yea' I 'ready said I was coming to see Hy and ya and all... and they'r going well ya see. I already got lots of places thanks ta Kita. An' see even let Aera 'ome 'long on Djarreth for the lesson too." Jhia on the other hand just drools, ah er... watches, her bronzen sand sib. Not moving a muscle, save for that tail tip that flicks from time to time. No drooling, bad Jhia. "Jhia! Stop that!" Whhaaaat? Doesn't she /ever/ do anything right. It's not as if she's trying to seduce him.. yet... Slippa nodnods at Zi'n, hopping as if she's on the Sands already. "Yup, I'm a Candidate! Suprising, no? First you, then Arc and you again... now me!" She grins broadly, turning to look at Kwanne's green. "Frisky dragon..." She says to no-one in particular, grinning wider. "Oh, Reka, they took you too, I heard," Zi'n chuckles, idly reaching out a hand to rub bronzen skin - and finding nothing but air as the dragon moves to gently touch his muzzle to Jhiateshyrth's neck, comet's long tail sliding 'round minty ditto. "Visiting, huh?" Blink. Then: "Kwanne? Did you drink? Um, they told us it's not safe to between if you drink too much..." his voice fades as Slippa talks, and hazel eyes blinks a few times. "Surprising? Oh, yes, I guess... um, I wish you luck." Tilarekna would laugh, really, she would. But she doesn't want Kwanne to hit her in Proddy-induced rage. Turning towards the young bronze rider, she nods, "Yup. 'Pears Reaches likes to steal us Istans." And she complained the WHOLE time, don'tcha know. ;) "So, Zi'n, Orbyth's looking well. How much more has he to go till he reaches full growth..." and is Orbyth drooling? Look! Lookit! Flirty dragons! "Oh, Orbyth is doing very well," Zi'n replies absently, just kinda... staring at the dragon in question. "Very well. Seems like he won't grow much more," the 'ling adds cryptically, cinnabar-clad arms crossing over his chest. /Eesh/ - lifemates! Kwanne's eyes seem to alight with fire at that comment. "I don' /DRINK/! I tol' everyon' 'ready that I haven't drunk since ended up gettin' pregnant wit' da twins!" Anger slowly falls away and the poor greenlet seems to sulk as she eyes her dragon as she finally seems to take in the fact that her hide is a little... greener then white. "Faranth! Shards and shells! By the first shell! Scorch it! Shard it! Crackdust!" Every curse she can think of she says, just like some drunken fool. "She /is/ glowing!" It took her that long to realize it, and those actions to well... seep into that 'drunken' skull of hers. "Glowing?!" comes the squeaky echo from Zi'n, who immediately latches onto his lifemate, tugging urgently at mossy straps. "Orbythgetawayfromher!" squeals the weyrling, trying to wave Kwanne over with his free hand. "Kwa! Do something! She can't be out of her weyr and... oh Faranth what'll we do?" We? We? Well, judging from the way Orbyth's tail clings to Jhiateshyrth's, they are a 'we'... Tilarekna blinks, and near-jumps away from Kwanne in surprise with the spitting fury of the green rider's voice. Side stepping towards Zi'n, she uhhhs intelligently. "Well, you're not drunk, not in the usual way," she agrees, a faint chuckle escaping her. Kwanne /falls/ onto the ground at Zi'n's rather unnerving screach at as she realizes what exactly is going on. "It is't as if she' going up right now or anything... just... see... she's not all /that/ glowy..." True true, but she'll be glowy by tomorrow, or later this day. "Calm down..." Grumble... "And help me up or something." Helplessly the 'drunk' ling just looks up at Zi'n helplessly. Useless Kwa. Zi'n's hands fly to his head, and he dances around himself in a display of helplessness at Orbyth's reluctance to move an inch. "I-uh... we have to get back to Ista. We do," babbles the bronzeling, automatically reaching down a hand to help Kwanne to her feet. Glances are cast on Slippa and Reka - do something! You're female! Tilarekna offers a hand to Kwanne, shaking her head as she and Zi'n help the 'drunken' rider back on to her feet. "I suggest," her voice is kept calm yet highly amused, "Getting back to Ista Weyr as soon as possible. Methinks the 'Reaches wouldn't appreciate your first flight disrupting them.." not that the native dragons and riders aren't disruptive enough at the best of times. "Now, c'mon, you'd better git. Or you may find that the Weyrling Master at Ista will be more than just a tad annoyed with you." Kwanne gets tugged to her feet by two people and just grumbles a bit. "Fine... 'ine.. we'll go back to Ista... and then what? I curl up in a cold bed in /this/ condition..." No, that /isn't/ Kwa, and she /didn't/ just say that. "That's just cruel!" She snaps as she slowly teeters/stumbles/falls her way over to Jhiateshyrth's side before she attempts--and actually mildly succeeds if not ending up backwards on Jhia's back--in mounting the dragon. "I'm going... I'm going.." Tilarekna chuckles, and patpats Zi'n on the arm. "I suggest, mate, you make yourself disappear when the flight happens.. How may greens were there from you clutching?" Imagine, this one may the first of several to go proddy! Her eyes gleam with laughter, although her amused smile is sympathetic. Kwanne clambers up Jhiateshyrth's neck and settles in between two neckridges. Slippa snaps out of her gaze... seems she was thinking of some other prank to play on the 'reachers. "Huh?" She says, a bit disorientated... "Oh," she says, realising no-one said her name after all. Shaking her head, Slippa stands up straight, tearing her eyes away from her cairn to look at the riders and Candidate. "Erm... I'm going to go and get some... klah and food, in the kitchens. I'll be seeing you later, Rekna... Well met, Kwanne, and nice to see you again, Zi'n!" Smiling, she waves, stepping back over the 'tail' or her cairn to start on the way to the lower caverns. "Just go back to Ista and we'll see," Zi'n babbles in a continous stream of words, almost pushing Kwanne onto her dragon. "Orbyth! We're leaving! Now!" 'Ling shoots Reka a thankful glance, and then quickly springs to Orbyth's neck. "Bye, Slippa!" Squeak.Fly. Now. "Um, we'll come back later!" Aren't they just excited? Hehe. Zi'n uses an impatiently twitching forelimb and slides in 'tween two cinnabar 'ridges. Tilarekna grins, and stepping backwards, begins to wave goodbye to the departing riders and dragons. "Take care ::Between!::" she grins innocently, "And have a fun flight!" Now, was she being sarcastic? Or punny? Hmmm... From Jhiateshyrth's neck, Kwanne grumbles at Zi'n and all but sticks her tongue out as she some how manges to strap herself in backwards. Oops. Oh well, it works. "Okay... Okay... Ista... Ista.." Fuzzy mind focuses actually quite well before she pokes Jhia on the back, she's ready when the oh so pretty proddy one is ready. Jhiateshyrth nuzzles Orbyth before scooting away reluctantly and effortlessly spring into the air above. Weee... Orbyth takes off. Above, Orbyth takes off from Central Bowl Jhiateshyrth takes off. Above, Jhiateshyrth takes off from Central Bowl Above, From Orbyth's neck, Zi'n watches Kwanne and Jhia carefully, not ready to go between until they are... Above, Jhiateshyrth languidly outstretches webbed gossamer burgundy kissed minty angelic wings before she disappears into the blackness that is ::between::! Be warned, the Istan draconic schizophrenic is loose on the world... Above, Orbyth shimmers ::between::, leaving behind only a glimpse of stardusted, golden bronze. Slippa goes home. You go to the Living Caverns. ~~~~~~~~~~~End Log~~~~~~~~~~~~