Tilarekna - Monday, November 13, 2000, 2:16 PM ---------------------------------------------- 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 Nevarre walks in from the Southeastern Bowl. There's something amiss in Nevarre's oh-so-cynical world. Dizzily confused, amused at random things, and generally acting more ditzy than ever, the teen flops into a chair, cluelessly befuddled. "Hiya!" she chirps, reverting to eight-Turn-old tones. What fun. Tilarekna looks up, blinking. First, she meets an old Istan rider who's transfered home, THEN there's a sneezing brownrider who scares Halic under a table.. and now someone who's more chirpy than she in the mornings? What IS the world coming to? "Uh.. hi?" You notice Nevarre looking at you. Nevarre Green eyes hang 'neath oddly dark brows, contrasting with otherwise fair features; golden hair, only a few shades darker than silver, is streaked by white in spite of its owner's youth. A small nose perches above pale lips, their cupid's bow tinted only faintly brighter than the surrounding skin. This porcelain delicacy is continued in the youngling's body; rake thin still, with long, slender fingers and thin-boned hands. Graceful one moment, clumsy the next, and rather, at the moment, airheaded, Nevarre nevertheless has an air of delicacy not present in many of her peers. Skin tanned by Ista's hot sun is set off by a creamy yellow shirt, folds gracing newly-blown curves on Nevarre's developing body. Sleeveless, both neckline and armholes are embroidered with a yellow and white Celtic pattern, crisscrossing and overlapping itself. Loose shorts, in a rich klah brown, hug Nevarre's slender waist and flare out o'er her hips, creating the illusion of curves. Perched on Nevarre's shoulder is Tenshi. Back to Ista Weyr, it seems. Yellow and black forms a very simple knot -- a Resident. She is awake and looks alert. Carrying: rose Tenshi Nevarre is 18 Turns and 22 days old. Tilarekna No longer short in stature, Reka is by no means willowy at 5'5. Not as plump as she was as a youngster, the chubbiness that was once present has all but vanished, although her round face and cheeks still hint at the fading signs. A bright smile filled with warmth shines out from creamy-tan skin, and is framed by red-gold curls that fall in waves to just below her shoulders. Often captured in a neat braid, these locks were once always in total disaray, obscuring amber eyes light enough to be considered golden. Having finally learned how to capture and control the frizz, neatness is slowly becoming an active habit with her. Still as active, if not more so than most people both taller than her and twice her turns in age, her tanned skin is clean with a row of freckles scattered across her nose and cheekbones. Dirty paws and muddy clothing are a thing of the past for her, though she still has a love for her food. Mischief is another love, but it is now tempered by her growing knowledge and responsibility, and swiftly accumilating patience. She is growing up, and about time too! A bodice of a thick navy-coloured fabric is laced over a white long-sleeved blouse, the brighter blue lacing fitting it snugly to her slim body. The folds of her matching navy skirt float around her ankles as she walks, sturdy navy blue boots covering her feet. A cardigan is worn for protection against any chill. Nestled in Tilarekna's hair like a crown is Kairo. Watching alertly from Tilarekna's shoulder is Bay, eyes whirling in fun friendly colours. Curled snuggly about Tilarekna's neck is Jolinar An opal is suspended on a soft leather chain, glinting brightly like the colors of a dragon's eye. A tangled knot of bright clean threads display the colours of Ista Weyr, and mark her as a resident. She is awake and looks alert. You notice Tilarekna looking at you. Tilarekna is 18 Turns, 1 month, and 1 day old. Nevarre burbles under her breath for a moment, green eyes fastened upon Tilarekna's opal necklace. "Ooh, pretty. Can I have it, please? Tenshi, don't you think it'd look really pretty on you? But you'd just lose it. Hmm." For a moment, the teen leans back and ponders. "Oh well. Doesn't matter. Please, c'n I have that pretty pendant?" Tilarekna blinks, hand almost automatically going to the pendant about her neck, fingers gliding over the opal. "What, this?" She glances down, then back up at the girl in surprise, before frowning slightly. "No." There, good calm answer, neh? Calmness is never a good thing. Especially when Nevarre pounces -- and misses. "You're being /mean/," she states flatly, pouting from her now-sprawled position upon the ground. "Tenshi /needs/ that pretty pendant, or she's gonna go crazy and so am I. And you don't want me to go crazy, do you? I'm too cute to go crazy." Tilarekna crosses her arms now, three fire lizards awakened by the pouncing. Not the bubbly voice, just the pouncing. Strange, neh? "This is mine. I own it. My father gave it to me for my turnday." She states, again calmly, although she's ready for any more pouncing. "Therefore, I'm hardly being mean. It's mine, not yours. I'm NOT going to give it to you," and now she raises an eyebrow. "I don't even know who you are.." Nevarre curls her arms around her knees, glaring balefully up at Tilarekna. "I'm /Nevarre/. You should know that, /really/." With an irritated sniff, the girl turns her head firmly away from the other. "You're /so/ childish. Won't even /share/." Tilarekna rolls her eyes now. "That's supposed to mean something to me?" Is the reply, a glare forming now. "And no, I didn't know your name. I've never met you before." Hands shift to hips. "And speaking of childish..." her tone is scathing. Nevarre ignores a protesting squawk from Tenshi as she abruptly stands, the gold rocking back and forth irritably. "Speaking of childish, you're acting like a /baby/!" she says with a bright grin. "Want a bubbly so that you'll be quiet?" Grinning? While she insults? Who the heck IS this girl? Tilarekna gives her a long look, before shaking her head. This one is CLEARLY mad, even for the weyr. "No, thank you." Polite, cool, calm. Although her three stare back at the Nevarre-creature with whirling eyes. Kairo's spin slowly red, while Bay simply watches. Jolinar sniffs, before rubbing Reka's cheek. Bah. Daft human. Insanity is always relative, and occasionally temporary. "You /sure/, dearie?" Nevarre drawls, arching one blonde brow at her fellow teen. "The cooks usually do a lovely job with them; they're sweet and juicy and /sure/ to keep your mouth busy so that you aren't quite so weird." "I know EXACTLY how well the Weyr cooks make them; when I was younger, I used to help with the baking." The rest of said Mad-Nev's comment is discarded with a simple twitch of an eyebrow, before Reka's wanders back towards her seat. And her sewing. After all, SOME people have chores to do. And some people've had their share of chores for far too long. "Whatcha sewing?" Nevarre asks, trailing behind Tilarekna like and adorable puppy. "I remember when I had to sew my robe a long time ago. It was hard." Tilarekna would sigh, really, she would, but she's got to be polite. Not Nev's fault she's as mad as a proddy green. Or something. "I'm repairing clothes." is her reply, not bothering to look up at the other girl. "Part of my chores for this sevenday," and now amber eyes glance up, although her face is a lesson in innocence. "I'm sure if you ask her nicely, Yver would be more than happy to find you something to do." Nevarre waves a hand airily. "Nah. Yver always find the most /dull/ things to do, anyway." With that, she saunters off, still glancing over her shoulder at the opal. Shiny thing. Tilarekna's coughs. It's a polite cough, covered by her hand, but the twinkle in her eye is teasing. "*coughcoughSLACKERcoughcough*" Reaching for her klah mug, she takes a sip. Gee, she'd better see the healers. That cough didn't sound to good, now did it? From afar, Nevarre snugs and scoots. *smooch* Thanks for the RP!