Ilare - Thursday, January 11, 2001, 10:05 AM
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Chanticoth's Couch of Cuddles
Cozy, if a bit roomy for its current occupants, this dragon couch was
 designed to fit the future needs of the pair sharing it. Rushes have been
 piled deep on the raised couch, their scent and appearance indicating them
 to be newly laid down. Arranged so they lie flat, the area has been swept
 clean and dust-free. Upon one end of the couch, several quilts cover them,
 each one in brightest royal blue and deepest darkest black, patchwork
 colors of the Weyr. The smell of clean rushes and aired quilts waft about
 here, carrying with it the scent of freshly oiled dragon hide.
Curled about the couch is Bay.
Brown Chanticoth is here.

Ilare
A bright smile filled with warmth shines out from creamy-tan skin, framed
 by red-gold curls that fall in waves to the middle of her back. Locks
 once always in total disarray, obscuring amber eyes light enough to be
 considered golden, have finally become tame and controllable. Tanned
 skin is clean with a row of freckles scattered across her nose and
 cheekbones, the final hints of childhood pudginess fading to the
 faintest hint. Not willowy, she'll never be that, but strongly built
 and sturdy, as agile on her feet as a dragon midair. Having reached
 5'6, she gives the impression of being taller through sheer smiliness
 and an insatiable friendliness. Alert and cheerful, her eyes seem to
 sparkle more since her Impression of Chanticoth, glowing almost bright
 gold when they're together. 
Deep royal blue, crisp and bright, colours the silken fabric of Ilare's
 shirt. Darkest midnight buttons hold the practical fabric in place at the
 neckline, with long sleeves tapering to small wrists, ending in a cuff
 that keeps them safely out of the way when working with her life mate or
 allows them to be shoved up to her elbows when the work becomes messy.
 The hemline is tucked neatly into trousers made of sturdy strong
 wher-hide, hued to darkest black of a midnight starless sky. A belt of
 matching black is fastened 'round her waist, while knee high black
 boots, lined with soft down, fit her feet comfortably, barely noticeable
 as their black fades into the rest of the ensemble.  Nestled in Ilare's
 hair like a crown is Kairo. Curled snuggly about Ilare's neck is
 Jolinar.  Perched on Ilare's shoulder is Sethe.
A double twisted cord, one strand the shade of royalty's blue and the other
 blackest midnight, have been braided as one and coiled into a single loop.
 A ribbon the color of butter brandy, chestnuts roasting on a fire and
 deepest, richest brown, is bright in contrast - the colour of her
 lifemate, Chanticoth.
She is awake and looks alert.
You notice Ilare looking at you.
Ilare is 18 Turns, 9 months, and 11 days old.

Weyrling Barracks
The large covered entryways open into two immense U-shaped caverns that
 stretch back deep into the rock of the cliffside.  Glow baskets lining
 the cavern walls cast a soft light dispelling the shadows and
 illuminating the home of all High Reaches weyrlings.  Stone couches,
 some smaller for the greens and blues and some, for bronzes and the
 occasional gold, so large they have to be climbed into, rise up to loom
 over the walkways of well-packed dirt.
Along the walls nearest the entrances, shelves and pegs sport several sets
 of leathers and various books and tools needed when teaching and
 practicing; crates and supplies also take up residence in various nooks
 and crannies.  Toward the back, a large, man-dug pool for use by the
 dragonets and their lifemates and several large containers kept full of
 fresh meat serve as conveniences for the busy residents of these barracks.
To the southwest, you see Lainnoth.
Snuggled in with the leather supplies and tools are ten firelizards.
You see Weyrling Progress Record and Dragon Wing here.
Obvious exits:
Staff Office     Bowl     Couches

   It is late night of the forty-eighth day of winter.
   It is the twenty-sixth Turn of the Tenth Pass.
   It is a winter late night.  It is impossible to see, the night is
 dark, and snow blows hard across the land, driven by the howling wind. 
 You know it's best to stay inside and wait this one out.

You go to the Training Grounds.

Heading west, you wander back across the bowl 'neath spires' spikes.

Heading south, you wander across the bowl beneath spires' watchful peaks.

You go to the Living Caverns.

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 twenty-five firelizards.
You see Old Auntie sit-by-the-fire, OOC NOTICE (look sign), Boots, Hobbes,
 Generic Sign-Up Sheet, and Kageri here.
P'rru and Kerina are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl     Kitchens     Inner Caverns     Crafting Area

P'rru peers over the rim of his slightly steaming mug, to offer a smile
 and a nod (which in fact makes the pom-pom on his beanie bobble).
 "Evening... or morning, whichever it may be, to you Kerina" he says,
 voice thick and husky. Diesel spurs with a little bugle which does
 nothing more than cause the wingrider to grimace slightly. "Come, take a
 nice warm seat- it's warmer in here than my weyr could possibly offer,
 and I think I'll stay here until daybreak" Purr then goes back to flip
 the page of his book, rumbling slightly as he does so.

Kerina walks over to the night hearth and prepares herself a Mug of Klah.
 Almost running back to the fire, Kerina sits down close to the fire and
 sips her drink. "Warmer than my room as well." For some reason, her big
 fluffy quilt is always being borrowed by the weyrbrat to make a cave. It
 never seems to come back.

Shivershivershiver. If you've never seen a brown weyrling turned white,
 here's one of the few opportunities you'll get. Darting into the caverns,
 clearly at speed, 'ling starts to dust off her jacket of snow and ice,
 skin pale, although nose and ears are pink. *shiver* Ilare darts for
 klah (not her usual juice), not bothering to glance to see who else is
 here.

*BURRRRPPP!* What bad manners! A blush flashes across Kerina's face.
 "Excuse me..." Boy dinner sure is tasty, even the second time around.
 "Oh, Hi Ilare. Are you OK?" Looking at the new arrival, Kerina wonder if
 the girl is frozen.

P'rru glances up at the other interuption to his reading and manages to
 smile at the brownrider, eyes shifting as he instantly gets a reprimand
 from his lifemate. "Ilare, lass, come sit here...Dsalth holds you and
 Chanticoth highly now it seems and I'm propelled to offer you my blanket"
 he shrugs. So Dsalth is a big bossy lughead. Who can help that?

Ilare blinks, looking up from the klah mug grasped in her hands, and gives
 a grin. "Yeah, Okay. Just frrooozzen," *shiver* P'rru is grinned at,
 nodding in amusement at his words. "Chanticoth very much likes you and
 Dsalth also.." Making her way over, shivering still, she shakes her head.
 "I've started to like snow.. a little, but I still don't like the cold.."
 
Laughing a little at the others discomfort, Kerina says in an effort to
 cheer her friends up "I've lived here all my life, and I'm all but
 frozen!"

P'rru rumbles in his throat.I guess after 22 turns its hard to tell between
 dragon and rider sometimes..."Aye, it's ridiculously cold...colder than
 the previous turn I bet" he notes, flipping another page of the book over.
 Moniquebean interupts his train of complaints with a raucaus squawk, and
 again the brownrider grunts. "If I didn't have sweeps in the morning I'd
 be spending the night on some beach on the Southern continent" he
 continues after a beat. "In any case, apart from this dastardly weather,
 how are you both faring?"

With a raise of her brow, Kerina answers the rider. "Tonight it is colder
 than last year." Rubbing her arms in an attempt to warm up she mutters "If
 only I knew where my blanket was."

Ilare shiver a bit, before shrugging. "Well, I suppose. Chanti's asleep - a
 blessing, in this weather. he's about as fond of the extreme cold as I.."
 Klah is taken in a large gulp, and shivering decreases. And we all know
 how fond of the cold Ilare is.. 

P'rru nods along, and after much chirring from his firelizardian pair, he
 uncurls himself from his blanket and balls it up, only to throw it
 headlong towards Ilare. "It's large enough to spread across yourself and
 Kerina.." he offers and by that determined line of mouth it's obvious he
 won't accept it back. "How long of winter is left? I've been thinking
 about taking a trip to Igen when I get the chance...who knows H'well may
 want to join me" and at that he pauses and blinks up at them "Have
 either of you met H'well?" 

Glad for the added warmth, Kerina mouths thank you to P'rru. "Who is he. I
 don't recall him off the top of my head" Thinking hard, Kerina seems to
 draw a blank as always with names.

Ilare blinks as a blanket - a very warm looking blanket, mind - is flung at
 them, and she snags it midair. "Thanks.. sure you don't need this?" Not
 that she's complaining. A head shake is given at the question. "Nope - not
 yet."

P'rru licks dry lips, clearing his throat gently. "Ah H'well is an old
 bluerider, Rubyth, who transfered here from Igen around the same time as I
 did" he explains "Very funny man, still quite spry for his age- as is
 Rubyth" he snorts at an unheard comment from his lifemate "Dsalth, of
 course, reminds me that he is a 'typical bluerider'- whatever that may be"

Kaslarna arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Ilare ahhhs at the 'bluerider' comment. "Sounds like something Pyrene might
 say." And we all know what Cadgwith's rider thinks of blue dragons..
 Although Ilare prefers to sit on the fence whien it comes to a question
 like that: Catiminith, Mzadith and Recounth may be rather.. uh.. Strange,
 even for blues, but her dad flys blue at Ista. So.. 

Kaslarna enters quietly, smiling as she sees the other occupants of the
 room. "Morning, or evening if you prefer."

You notice Kaslarna looking at you.

Feeling a little at odds at the turn of confersation, Kerina grins with it.
 One must be a rider to understand some of the quirks. "Hello, care to join
 us by the fire." she offers the new arrival. "What nice weather we are
 having." she jokes.

"Beautiful. I thought I might go for a swim in the lake as it's so sunny."
 Kaslarna joins in with the joke and moves closer. "Oh, I'm Kaslarna by the
 way."

P'rru chuckles and greets Kaslarna with an easy smile, conversation seems
 to have melted his complaints away- for now. "I wonder how Cadgwith will
 react to Pyrene's baby when it comes..." rather, this is said more to
 himself than anyone else before he shrugs in a creak of old leathers
 and shakes his head (sending that ornage pom pom crazy again) "Well met
 Kaslarna, I am P'rru, rider of Dsalth" he remembers introductions this
 time, and finally shuts that book with a dull thud.

Kaslarna grins again. "Pleased to meet you P'rru, and my greeting to
 Dsalth."

Kerina grins alittle remember now about which blue they had conversed
 about. As if an after thought, Kerina perks up with "I'm Kerina, your
 local tuber peeler...Only when I get caught at a prank." she says
 joyfully. "There is hot Klah to warm your blood if you want."

Ilare gives Kaslarna a wave, the shivers caused by cold having stopped now
 she's wrapped in half of P'rru's blanket. "Mornin'," she winks, before
 giggling at the muttered question of P'rru. "I hear tell that Cadgwith is
 as delighted as F'ish.." Snicker. Pyrene's having bluerider spawn. And how
 did she here this? Well, that's for her to know..

Does Kaslarna ever stop grinning? "Pleased to meet you Kerina. No thanks to
 the klah, I'm fairly warm at the moment." She waves back at Ilare.

P'rru catches brownling's snicker and manages to stifle a grin of his own,
 but just barely. "Oh and talking of blueriders, I have heard that Thesy
 and R'gis have made it official" brows rise ridiculously high so that they
 disappear under the hem of his beanie. "Of course, I haven't really heard
 from a reputable source.."

Slightly suprised at Kaslarna's response, Kerina wonder how she could get
 that warm. "I overheard some of the drudges talking about it. Something
 about her birthing day..." Oh the gossip one hears in the kitchens and
 living caverns.

Ilare nods, shifting her weight under the blanket. "I heard about that as
 well - I was so thrilled for Thesy! And R'gis too, of course.." Can't not
 be happy for the leader of the Kamikaze weyrling mentor wing now can she?  

Seeming to faze out for a little, one can only wonder what she is thinking
 {ooc: Little one needs me, be back in a few}

P'rru smiles at the conformation of the rumour "Aye, Thesy is marvelous
 indeed...I've not had much of a chance to meet R'gis yet, no more than in
 passing.." but then again the brownrider generally stays out of
 greenriders paths. "Talking of green dragons, Branwyth went hunting with
 Dsalth a few days back, Ilare..and I must say Sasha has a quick-witted
 one on her hands, learns almost as fast as Chanticoth does" of course,
 Chanticoth's colour hasn't biased the brownrider at all...has it?

Kaslarna calls to Pyxis, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

Ilare giggles. "Lyri and D'argo," notice the grimace at the mention of a
 certain grumpy, short tempered bronze riders name? Didn't think so.. "Said
 they'd help with Chan's first hunting lesson. He's really looking forward
 to it - especially after he got praised for his improvement in flying."
 Beam. Niamhyth was impressed, that she does know. "Please pass on to
 Dsalth that his assistance with Chanti's practice flights were very much
 appreciated."

OOC: Kaslarna says "Sorry, I've got to go, library is closing. It's been
 great RPing with you. Thanks!!"

Kaslarna has disconnected.
Kaslarna falls asleep.

P'rru folds his hands in his lap "Oh I think Dsalth enjoyed it
 extremely...being able to give advice and have it followed correctly is
 almost a new experience for that bag-of-bones" and with a dry chuckle he
 pauses. "We've both enjoyed the weyrlings from that clutch- made us feel
 right at home here in snowy, sharding High Reaches"

Ilare's smile brightens further at that, eyes dancing. "Well, on behalf of
 my fellow weyrlings from Ysbrith's clutch," Who are NOTHING like the..
 umm.. misfits? Well, you get the idea.. of Cadgwith's first clutch, "I
 thank you for the compliment." Raising the klah mug to her lips, she
 pauses to brush her fringe from her eyes. Frown. That's another thing
 that has to be done today - haircut. *cringe* 

P'rru groans inwardly. "If you'd both excuse me- Dsalth needs me to dust
 snow from his flanks.." and as bad as an excuse it may sound, it is
 probably true. So with a final sip of klah and a dip of head, hands
 resettle firelizards to their usual perches and he heads towards the exit.
 "Have a good evening..."

The housekeeper arrives to cart Kaslarna off to bed.

P'rru *must go. I's very very tired. :) Thanks for the rp both of you.

Shaking with laughter, Kerina seems to beam with her argument for her
 favorite Brown rider. "You're a grat example to follow. Just remember you
 are as young as you feel!." Alway amused by P'rru, Kerina nods and wave.
 "Bye."

P'rru *will see you both later. Have fuuuuun!
Kerina *Thanks! Night.

P'rru goes home.

Ilare give a sympathetic grin, knowing how difficult it is to refuse a
 dragon's summons. "Wait! You blan--" he's gone. Drat. Ah well.. Snuggling
 into the fabric, she watches the hearth fire bubble and crackle.

Feeling better, having been with her friends, Kerina sips more at her warm
 drink. "Don't worry, I can give him back his blanket tomorrow. What have
 you been up to?" Looking across to Ilare, she smiles. Who wouldn't be
 happy when they were toasty warm.

Ilare gives a vague shrug beneath her blanket. "Stuff." Well, it's adequate
 enough an answer, right? Oh, wait, no. People like longer bits of
 conversation. "Sack tossing, flying my dragon. Y'know. The usual weyrling
 stuff." There, that do? Slouching in her chair, Ilare chuckles as Jolinar
 snaps and argues with little blue Sethe, Kairo ignoring them all from his
 crowning position on her head.

Looking about her in a conspiring way, Kerina leans foward. "By any chance
 have you seen a big fluffy quilt around here. The brats ran off with it to
 make a cave."

Ilare blinks at the question - sometimes not living in the caverns means
 you miss some of the funniest things.. "Uh.. no. No, I've not. Did you
 check the brat cave?" The colloquial term for the weyrbrat's dorm, no
 matter what weyr you happen to be in.

Kerina shakes her head in dismay. "The first place I looked. I finally got
 it back from the last time they borrowed it. 'We'll bring back before
 night' They promised. No I got stuck with a thin little one." Thin
 compared to her quilt.

Ilare gives a sympathetic smile. "Well then, did you try the caves?" Y'know
 - the ones you reach through.. now, infirmary or ground weyrs? One or the
 other. "The glacier caves before you get to the meadows? They might be
 having a scare-our-selves-silly-in-the-dark sleep-campout there.."

Kerina yawns mightyly. "Yes, yes, and yes. I guess I'll have to wait for
 tomorrow." Rising slowly, Kerina stretches. "I hate to go, but I am
 falling asleep. Good night." she says apologeticly.

Ilare smiles in amusesment. And stiffles a yawn. You didn't see it coming!
 Hah! So there! "Yes, of course.. Go get some sleep, dear. See you later.."
 A little wave, and wrapping herself more in the blanket, Ilare makes her
 self comfy.

Kerina has disconnected.
Kerina falls asleep.