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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 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 Esmeralda, Pix, Kyrenna, and Kitaro. 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. 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 spring sunrise. Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are Zhaneel, Vanitas, Tremayne, Gavin, Wilt, Archer, Beats, Persnickety, Reno, Immie, Sentanta, Mosfet, Gyahaahaa, Ozu-Zarkh, Qebehsenuef, Ascelpius, Kinky, and Simon. Bronze Nhamarath, green Yshanth, brown Druseth, green Miravith, brown Revnath, bronze Jhanath, and brown Puizuth are here. You see a wagonmaster and Wagon Two here. Obvious exits: Pens Northern Bowl Caverns Ground Weyrs Lakeside Guards HQ Meandering further 'neath spires' watchful spikes, you head north. Northern Bowl Seasonal winds lash up against the wall of the bowl, whipping the already hard-packed dirt into tiny dervishes of dust and debris: grit catches in the narrow clefts that crack upwards, branching out around ornate arch of the Council chambers to the north and higher about Weyrleaders' ledges and Riders' more distant niches and nooks. Westward, the junior queens' weyrs slant to the bowl floor, while to the northwest, wind roars through the tunnels that lead into the Hatching Sands. Off to the east lie the equally well-tended Weyrling grounds. It is a spring sunrise. Clinging wind-blasted to Council arch are Orphan and Kyahaahaa. Gold Rhyath, brown Sevareth, blue Decuth, and green Zaqith are here. Obvious exits: Training Grounds Council Rooms Sands Queens' Ledges Central Bowl Careful now, the Sands are just beyond this vaulted entrance. Sand's Edge Hot -- hotter -- hottest! Heat rises from the Sands just beyond the upraised stone, rippling and undulating outwards to flow out through this vaulted entrance. The air is hot and heavy, a thick mantle that clings to those who skirt the edges of the Sands and slip into the tiered galleries along the inner wall. The whoosh and promise of cooler air is but a few steps away in the bowl. Obvious exits: Galleries Hatching Sands Bowl Avoiding actually stepping out onto the sands, you head to the right, up into the galleries. Galleries Row upon row of stone benching rises above the Hatching Grounds, seats for those who come to watch the incredible experience that is a hatching. Each individual seat is embellished with a worn cushion, the only concession to comfort in a place that traps heat, holding it within so that those who watch are inflicted with its intensity, though on a milder level than those who must stand and face the dragonets. The expanse of sand that is the hatching grounds spreads out in front of the benches, a huge stage for a spectacular show. Type 'help here' for info on how to view objects on the sands. Settled along stone are Iwatabem, Relg, Pyk, Smirk, Ford Prefect, Harme, Lapis Lazuli, Nina, Majicke, Sugar, and Auroriel. Obvious exits: Dragon Ledges Bowl Caylea comes up the stairs. Kinecha comes up the stairs. Tilarekna basks in the warmth of the sands, that fills the gallery with it's sandy.. uh.. warmth. The only place in the Weyr that's even remotely warm. Typical of Kairo to find it for her. All the other folk are given a grin as she pulls off her gloves, rubbing her hands together with a blissful sigh. "Oooo... I'm warm! Finally!" Coming into the this hot place Kinecha takes off her darkgreen shirt leaving a shortsleeved gray shirt covering her body. "Morning," she says to the others here. Caylea hasn't taken to wearing gloves. No no, she's taken to carrying a blanket around with her at all times. Yep. Even now the dark azure cover is wrapped around her shoulders, draped cape-like behind her, and hugged close. She may look silly, but she's at least warm. Striding up the steps and huddling her way over to the benches, she waits to dethaw before she'll even think about removing the blanket. A glance and a nod is passed around to both Tilar and Kinecha before she turns and plops on the bench. Mmm...warmth. "Lo." Tilarekna blinks at the vaguely familiar voice, before finally noticing and grinning at the other two present. Ahh.. others have come to enjoy the Gallery Sauna too? And, of course, the view of the eggs. Gotta love those eggs. They're the reason she is here, after all.. "Mornin' all.." Eggs? What eggs? Caylea was here for the sauna. Mm..yes..warmth. And it wasn't exactly like Reaches was /that/ cold... But coming from a tropical island and all it's warmth, and being dounced in a crisply cold Reachen morning, that was a bit much. Stubbornly hugging her blanket close, she passes a grin towards Tilar. "Come here to dethaw as well?" Then she looks over to Cha and arches a brow. "You as well?" The candie chuckles nippily. Kinecha grins, then shakes her head "No, I don't need to dethaw. Just came to see the eggs, now that it's a bit more quiet." No Cha doesn't need to defrost, she's used to the cold. Sitting down she lays her shirt next to her on the bench. Tilarekna just grins. Ahhh, there's the Reka you all know and... well.. tolerate. "But of course. I didn't JUST come here for the view, lovely and colourful as it is.." her eyes drift back to the 37 eggs piled and buried within the sands. "That.. and Da dropped off our things this mornin'," her voice trails off a moment, and she sighs. "It's silly. I didn't feel at ALL homesick at Fort. Why do I feel so here?" Kinecha is not feeling homesick. Just the opposite in fact. She feels at home... For the first time in her life. Caylea nods but just /stares/ at Kinecha. How could she stand Reaches weather in a thin little gray shirt? Sleevless at that! Even in the basking warmth of the galleries, Cay enjoyed the added comfort of the blanket. She stares out over the sands finally, though most of the eggs seem to be curled up with the queen and covered by sand. Sad. Still, a few techno colors peek through cautiously, making it a bit better. Towards Tilar's words, she nods slowly. "I noticed. Already packed away as much as I could in my trunk. I hope you thanked your dad for me?" Towards the other part she falls silent for a moment. Then she shrugs her shoulders. "Come to think of it, I've been too busy to feel /too/ homesick..Though every time I think of everyone back at the Hold and Weyr, my stomach twists." She glances over towards Cha and smiles. "You seem more relaxed today." The Weyr tended to do that to people. That, or drive them nutters. Kinecha shrugs "well, I guess it's 'cuz I finally got recruited for the guards." She really is happy about that, and it /has/ taken away some worries. Tilarekna looks envious. "They have yet to give me any chores." Of course, she's been up at Ista time - and EARLY ista time at that. Meep. "I know there's normally a board, but I've yet to spy one.. and yeah, I thanked Da for you. He said if we need anything else to drop him a note and he'll see what he can do when he's not too busy.." Caylea chuckles. "I know something he could do for use. Take us back to Ista. At least for trips. I need true warmth." And warm rain. And a warm breeze. Mm. Shaking her head out of the daze it's developed, she nods to Kinecha, then blinks. "You know..I've never figured out what guards do.. What's your job, now that you're recruited?" Then to Tilar she smiles. "I've been up at Istan time as well. But they've a board. It's in the barracks. Just gotta search. Or hang around the kitchens. There's bound to be work for you." Tilarekna winces. Kitchens. Uh, no, she'll pass, thanks. "Something tells me they will not want me in there.. Ask Annalysa. I was dedicated, but I was.. really not very good the short time I was a baker student..." A low chuckle emerges from her throat and she sighs within the warmth of thick jumper and trous. Caylea grins mischieviously. "Ah yes, but there's so much other then cooking to do. Dishes, peeling, cleaning, etc." Thinking over Cay's question Necha says "We try to keep the peace around here," keeping the peace in a Weyr.... "and keep people from killing each other" ok, maybe a little extreme, like that's ever gonna happen, so she grins "actually, we try to sort of the differences, you know, help when there are differences between folks." Tilarekna snorts. "You've never seen me in a kitchen." Her tone indicates you DON'T want her near the kitchen. Nuh uh. Caylea, on the contrary, enjoys the kitchen. It's where the warm food is. And the hearths are warm. Are we seeing a pattern here? The woman nods to Kinecha. "Yes.. I can see the need now. When dragons are involved, it's always best to have a mediator for the riders. " She looks over to Tilar and suddenly has a warm, beaming smile on her features. "Good. I'll be sure to snag all the best treates before they leave the kitchen then." Caylea *giggles. Tilar just /luvs/ being called Rekky. Tilarekna * ughs and waves a fist. don't call me that.. ;) Caylea *luvs those belated responces :) Tilarekna * is being AIMed silly ^^ Caylea *oos! What's your screenname? Tilarekna * grins. Farlianth Kinecha shrugs at Cay's comments "I don't think there'll be too many fights to break up though.." Not that she couldn't handle that, she's a big girl after all... Tilarekna huffs faintly, before replying. "Bah, doesn't matter to me. Gotta watch my figure anyway.." a wink is sent with that, even as she crosses her arms and legs and leans back in her seat, warmth diffusing its way into every pore. "I'm more than happy to let you stuff your face on the stuff." The healer gives a nod to Necha, but then chuckles. "You never know. I'm here now." Caylea had a history of getting into trouble, albiet it had lessened in recent times. She glances over to Tilar, a small bead of sweat dripping from her forehead. She laughs out right now. "Worrying about figures? Bah. I'll have the bubblies, you can have the tubers." Caylea's never worried about her figure or what people thought of her. Kinecha grins to Caylea, then raises an eyebrow and says "well, maybe I should keep and eye on you, huh?" Tilarekna snorts softly, amused. "Say that when yer bloated on the sands.." she winks with her slightly huffy-amused voice. She's just teasin', don't mind her. Sasha comes up the stairs. Sasha wanders up the stairs and looks mildly annoyed that she has been caught hanging around here....."Um Hi!" she grins a little sheepishly. Sasha thinking she has any chance of impressing? not likely...but they are such pretty eggs..... Caylea snickers towards Necha, shrugging her shoulders. "I'm more worried about the dragons watching out for me. Might be eaten." She's joking of course. The only dragon with snacking tendences that she'd ever worried about was Druseth. An amused chuckle is sent towards Tilar. "Least I'll have something to distract me out there. Hot feet and a bloated tummy. Mm... Have you decided wither you're going sandeled or barefooted yet?" She hears a 'hi' and glances over to the 'newcommer'. A cautious wave is given. Tilarekna opens her mouth to give a reply, but notes the arrival of.. "Sasha!" Look! Issa cheerful Reka! Why? Because she's waaaarrrrm.... Great, neh? "Hey, come join us.." Head turns to shine a grin at Cay and Necha. "Sandeled. Definately. Without Question. Burnt feet HURT." Ah, the voice of experience.. Sasha grins overhearing the conversation. "Stuff tradition. I'm not going to burn my feet only to shuffle off the sands alone again. Its hot enough with leather on your feet let alone without it." Sasha is feeling the heat...its at that lovely hot luxurious stage just before it gets annoying. Using both hands she lifts her touseled curls off the back of her neck, pulling them up into a high runner tail and then wishes she had something to secure it with...short hair was so much easier! "Have any of you started on your robe yet?" Hah, who would be daringly psychotic enough to be this clutch's fool? Caylea hugs her blanket closer to herself, though it's quite obvious she's warm. Her hair is moistioning in the humidity. "Mm..I don't know. I'm going to have to think about it." Wouldn't want to break tradition would she? Not that she's set on such foolish things. But if it's crazy, she's there. Hearing Sasha, she glances over and shakes her head. "Nope. Not yet. You?" Sasha shakes her hair down again and scans the sands, thinking or a minute before answering. then she smiles, "I'm useless at sewing....it took me long enough to make the last one....but I decided to make it early...really take time over it..that way, when I don't impress, I can dye it a really pretty colour and use it for a gather dress." Sasha *Ooops! that was me! Her own long hair tied back firmly, Reka's enjoying the heat. So much so, she's managed to wiggle herself into a more comfy position on the bench.. Flopped, one might say. "I'm starting mine as soon as the headwoman can spare me some material.. when I ask her, that is.." she cracks open one eye, and grins at Sasha, "I don't know who she is though!" Caylea has the same problem as Tilar. She doesn't have the cloth yet. And the question must be posed. "Why don't you just wear your last one?" Forgive the newbie here. She arches a brow. "Turn it into a gather dress? From what I've heard of robes, they don't nearly meet that criteria." Now sitting crosslegged Necha says "you have to make your own robe?" Caylea glances over to Necha and gives a mournful nod. "Yep. Unfortunately." Which she didn't understand why regular clothing wouldn't work. Her spring dresses were more then light enough to stand the heat. Tilarekna chuckles sadly, "Ah, if only. I lent mine to one of the last Istan candidates, Farlannia I think her name was, and she didn't return if before returning to Boll." Dang. Ah well, means she gets the chance to do some neat sewing at least. Sasha shrugs, with more than a little disappointment in her voice. "when I didn't impress, i decided that i couldn't stand this gleaming white dress, so I tie dyed it scarlet, hacked it to above knee length and wore it in the summer." "Oh," Necha says. There's obviously much she still doesn't know about weyrlife. But she's glad she doesn't have to /make/ her own clothes. She does know how to mend it when needed, but to actually /make/ it herself? Never! Caylea arches a brow to both and gives a slight nod. "Though I must say, the die thing was a good idea." She chuckles before shrugging her shoulders casually. "I'll probably just sow two two white peices of cloth together, back to bad. Doesn't have to be elaborite I hope." Knowing her, she'd end up looking like a gingerbread cookie, her arms forced out to the side, and her stomach squeezed in the middle from the ill-sown gown. Sasha chuckles, gazing at necha with dark mischievous eyes. "Well just who do you think is going to make one for you?" Tilarekna snugs Lis! Lis 'Ni's loudly and hands you a herring. Now go chop down the mightiest tree in the forest. Sasha * I must apologise..my shift keys are getting worse and worse...i need a new keyboard and if my punctuation is terrible its not beacuase i'm a twink! Tilarekna * snugs. is okay, we understand.. ;) Kinecha *nodnods "we understand" :) Caylea *chuckles and doesn't have a 'T' button. I had to stick a popsicle stick into it to make it work. So now i"m use to tapping on the stick to push the t :) Caylea *doesn't understand. So nah. Tilarekna sits up suddenly, eyes gleaming thoughtfully, even as she manages to look completely gormless. "I hate to say it, but I am starved. And the heat, wonderful as it is, is making it worse.." Kinecha has also had enough of the heat. "I'm getting thirsty from this heat." Eep! Don't leave me alone! (a cry in the night, *cough*) Caylea quickly hugs her blanket closer to her and stands up. "But..but..but..it's /warm/ here. That's a good thing." However, her stomach also rumbles in protest and she doesn't disagree further. In fact, she's the first to dash down the stairs. Caylea goes out. Kinecha goes out. Sasha goes out. Minding the Sands proper, you skirt the vast sea of heat to reach the relative safety of arched rock. You go to the Northern Bowl. 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. Tucked into a glowlit niche are Donnan, Searcher, Quenn, Tiramisu, Gyo, Heaven, Hunter, Kelpie, Aftiel, Nyumnyum, Ebb, Mamoru, Rude, Kynance, Freak, Truro, Boingy, Bloop, Tork, Aphira, Spoingy, Boink, Endel, Spuds, Leviathan, Ashleigh, Chiernathe, Lava, Vsevolod, Oren, Wufei, Sociopathe, Heero, BronzeMaleFirelizard, Lechehedonvoluptintri, Marp, Tyan, Archimedes, Pyre, Amulet, Felvis, Rhiannon, Puk, Vincent, Ripper, and Spirit. You see Old Auntie sit-by-the-fire, OOC NOTICE (look sign), Food, Boots, Hobbes, Nimbus, Generic Sign-Up Sheet, Cattysaur, and Kageri here. Lis, Lyri, and Ciera are here. Obvious exits: Bowl Kitchens Inner Caverns Crafting Area Caylea silently, suavely, glides in from the Central Bowl. "You..." Lis points an accusatory finger at Lyri, stalking pregnantly over towards the other greenrider, splaying hands agressively on the table in front of her. "It's all your fault, again. You and your green wench," declares the greenrider spitefully, distracted only to peer over her shoulder at Ciera with a sudden widening of eyes. A smile curves, and she straightens up, giving the bluerider a warm, purring, "/Cie/!" Oh, and those candidates; they get a brief glance - no males for Aly, see. Kinecha walks in from the Central Bowl. Tilarekna near runs in, desperate not to lose the heat she's gathered from being in the Gallery, and in haste slides straight past Lyri (who she met yesterday) and Lis, (who Seach-napped her) into the chair she'd left by the hearth.. and only then realises the two Green Riders are bickering. Sasha wanders in after the others. Sasha strides confidently in from the Central Bowl. Lyri just blinks at Lis vapidly for a moment as both Temper and Columbia, unsettled by the other rider, begin a series of loud chitters and hisses that could give a deaf man a headache. "Oh shards.. see what you did? I just got them settled and.." Another look is turned to the pregnant rider. "Wench? What'd Nia have to do with all of this?" Remember, she's never been, and never gonna be, proddy. Tyran walks in from the Central Bowl. Tyran steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr. "Cie! What? Huh?" Ciera looks much as though she's been assaulted, instead of just greeted. Granted, it was an ominous greeting, but it still didn't warrant the jump she gives. "Green wench? Her fault?" Confusion is a bluerider. Kinecha wanders over to the refreshment table. Her mouth partched from the heat in the Galleries, she forgoes the klah for a glass of lovely cool redfruit juice. Gulping down half a glass she refills the glass and brings it to a table. Lechery's a bluerider too, but he's not here at the moment. Lis shoots Lyri a venemous glare under her eyelashes, giving an equally sweet beam to Ciera. "Just saying hello, Ciera-darling. And this /mess/ is all Niamhyth's fault. The wench." One hand gestures airily out into the bowl where Alymath's becoming the latest thing in Pernese exterior lighting - and only /now/ does she give her fellow greenrider an overt snarl. Mayir arrives from deeper in the Weyr. Warmth, warmth, warmth, warmth, COLD! It was far to cold running through the bowl, and only now does Caylea skid past all the riders, the people, the spectators, and nearly /land/ next to the food counter. Hot klah, doncha know? Eek. Only when hands lance around the pot and pour the liquid into a mug does the candidate glance back towards the tuffle. She blinks. But this is really too much for Caylea. Hugging her blanket closely, the woman sips the hot klah and heads over towards a table. Lyri frowns at the words used and stands, nearly knocking over her glass. "Oh? And I suppose that my dragon merely resting outside to catch what little warmth she can in this all forsaken place caused your bratling green to go randy on you? I don't think so." Yeah, so there.. now, what was she saying? Sitting once again, she begins to try to sooth the glowing pair of miniature greens into some semblance of silence, though Temper appears to be a hard sell on this idea. Sasha flings herself into a comfy chair, an amused look on her face, as she listend to the conversation going on between the riders. she grins and waves as Mayir enters and then settles back to enjoy the flying sparks. OOC: Mayir isn't here. I'm gonna NPC a rider for Lissy. :) Lyri *pouts. OOC: Sasha says "OK! sheesh! My lag is terrible!" Caylea *eeks and wonders where all the riders are? I think it must be too early for most o.o Lis * grins. We're not starting till 3 MOO, officially. Just some preliminary stuffs. :) Caylea *aaahs and is honored to see your bickering thin :) eheeh Tilarekna STARES. Ooo.. Wait, Lis is a green rider.. and Lyri's a green rider... and Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear oh dear. B'oat's filled her head with ALL sortsa stories about... GREEN riders. Of course, her dearly loved, long departed mama was a green rider too so.. Meeping faintly, Reka watches wide eyes. Ooo, this NEVER happened.. wait, no, this sorta thing only REALLY happened with Silvera. S'nor walks in from the Central Bowl. And insanity is a greenrider, if we get right down to it. Ciera looks rather sick after a brief consultation with her blue lifemate. Proddy. Oh. "Just saying hello. Right." She makes a beeline for the klah, at this point. Don't make eye contact, maybe they won't see you. S'nor Some may worry about the constantly sleepy look on this riders haggard face as he goes about his daily business. His sleepy appearance gives insight into the constant love and attention that his brown life-mate, Pilloeth, receives. On some rare occasions you might actually catch this rider fully awake, but that's only after several pots of klah and, even more helpful, a stimulating conversation with one of his friends from around the weyr. You would almost think he was born out of the same egg as his dragon. For his close cropped hair is the exact same shade of rustic brown as his dear life-mates hide. Only a few gray hairs creep in amongst the others. His face has recently been shaven, all except for a well kept mustache that he only shaves periodically. For all his sleepiness his deep brown eyes sparkle with intelligence leading you to think, though he may appear asleep, he does catch what's going on around him. S'nor wears the knot of a High Reaches Wingrider. He is awake and looks alert. Carrying: Soft Brown Firelizard Generic Changable Wearable Generic TimeShowing Candle S'nor is 46 Turns, 7 months, and 19 days old. Ciera Pale greens orbs are flecked with golden amber, bright and unusual in an otherwise plain face. Mousy brown hair is kept cut short, not quite brushing shoulder-length in back and still shorter around her face--though a few strands still manage to stubbornly fall across her eyes. A perpetual smile usually curves soft lips, almost too merry at times. Freckles match the light brown of hair, though the rest of her skin has the pale shade of a northern climate, and is wrinkled slightly with normal aging. A faint scar traces from the margin of her jaw down the side of her neck, not quite concealed by clothing and hair. Wiry body lacks pronounced curves, tall and strong rather than sleek and slender. Bright blue decks the rider from head to toe, warm and sturdy wherhide. Though winter's bite is gone, the 'Reaches are never truly warm--the cheerful azure jacket is geared for protection from biting winds and the chill of ::between::. Swirls of black wash across her trousers and boots both, ingenuity to spice up an otherwise rather unoriginal wherhide riding outfit. A flamboyant badge sparkles above the left breast of her jacket, displayed cheerily in plain sight. The glittering badge is marked with a lightning-strike 'Z,' the emblem of the Zephyr Wing. Nothign of this has been changed either, for winter still reigns in the 'Reaches and the chill of ::between:: must be staved off. But there is an addition; a blue mask is perched on her face. Dark blue, doused with lines of glitter, there is a droop above eyebrows and a wrinkle of the brow that is obviously keyed to imitate a certain personality. Flared sides imitate the bulge of eyeridges, and a slight protrusion suggests a grumpy muzzle. Indeed, the mask seems almost keyed to imitate a /certain/ dragon... Azure and midnight are wrapped around each other, two cords lacing to form the knot pinned on one shoulder. Almost indistinguishable against the blue cord, a ribbon of darker navy is woven to indicate her mount's color. The whole of it is pulled into a single loop, excess hanging down in a long tail. The end is topped with two tassles--the knot of a High Reaches Wingsecond and bluerider. She is awake and looks alert. Ciera is 38 Turns, 5 months, and 11 days old. Lis Lis' oval-shaped face is filled out with a pleasant pudginess that adolescence couldn't melt away, upturned nose sitting 'tween mud-puddle brown eyes. Half-spirals of brass unwind into soft waves just above her shoulders, trimmed for practical riding purposes but long enough to satisfy her vanity. Skin fades to a honey'd alabaster, pouring over her now-smooth face and any uncovered skin. Soft lines embrace and exalt pregnancy in all its glory, rich shades of cornflower blue tucking here and draping there in the folds of a maternity dress. Resting low over sturdy shoulders, the broad neckline crests near her collarbone to plunge modestly, heart-shaped, above an enlarged, maternal bust. Cautious darts fit the sturdy fabric to the high waistline, drawstrings tying up excess fabric in the back. The faded blue heads from there to a scant handspan above the floor, rising with the developement of the child to be. Over this, a sturdy cardigan of dark denim shades, cuddly soft but thick and warm. Midnight's black coils in a single loop around the blue of twightlight, flashes of celestial silver seen through night's colors - looped thrice, and be-tassled twice. Soaring through an evening sky is a garish green ribbon matching Alymath's hide, and sitting just beneath it a wave-decorated badge, marking Lis a Tsunami Wingsecond for High Reaches Weyr. She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 2 minutes. Lis is 23 Turns, 7 months, and 14 days old. Lis purses her lips as she peers around, noticing the large contigent of candidates. So, it's going to be a show, is it? Fingers drum against her hip again as she scowls fiercely at Lyri, proclaming, "Your green's been glowing for nearly a /sevenday/. Don't try to tell me you didn't notice..." S'nor, the latest entrant into this bedlam, is given another warm, syrupy smile from the greenrider. Purr. Lyri A slight girl, barely reaching 5'8, with short, ebony tresses that have been allowed to grow out to just above her ears. Her jade green eyes are her most noticeable feature, looking out from under long, thick, lashes. High arching eyebrows stand out against skin tanned to a yellow brown while soft, ruby lips curve gently. A small, upturned nose compliments her angular chin, which is often tilted defiantly and gives her a rather impish look. Farther down, her frame, while rather frail in appearance, does carry the curves that show her to be female, though little else about her presence would indicate it. Her arms are a bit long with tapering fingers and rather short nails and her legs seem to be a bit much for her to control. Bright hues of deep forest green fold and crease their way down the wherhide riding jacket, ending at midthigh. Soft undercolorings of light brown and tan play just beneath the jungle of colors, culminating in a rich mixture over the snug fitting hood. Soft fur lines the jacket,peeking out at the cuffs and hemlines, a much needed protection from the cold of ::between::. A wide belt circles her waist, shifting in color from emerald to jungle in smooth fluid motion; small metal loops dot the belt, ready for straps or gear. 'Emerald riding pants fit her loosely, while her gloves fit tighter, but still allow the free range of movement. Rich emerald boots round out the ensemble, lacing up the sides to her knees. Perched on Lyri's shoulder is Temper. Perched on Lyri's shoulder is Cyclone. Clinging to Lyri's right arm is Columbia. She is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute. Lyri is 19 Turns, 11 months, and 8 days old. Bounce. Bounce. In comes Jeri, floozy brownrider that she is, looking over at Lis and such. "Heeey, Lis," she croons happily, making her way over towards the greenrider, positively beaming. "Feeling a bit more perky today than most?" she giggles, giving a little wink at the word 'perky'. Winkwinknudgenudge. Tilarekna * dieeeess! Caylea *coughs!! :) Ehehe S'nor's eyes are locked on the klah pots as he enters, his one track mind completely filled at the moment as he quickly crosses the Caverns to get himself a nice /warm/ mug of klah, he slowly lifts the mug to his lips, sniffing the fresh fragerance as he takes a tenetive sip of the warm beverage... Lyri just blinks. "Glowing?" Since when did Niamhyth become a walking glowbasket? "For your informatin, she was just oiled a while ago and has been every day this sevenday because her wings and neckridges were itchy. Honestly, if you can't distinguish between oil and a glow.." Besides, she's the never proddy greenrider of 'Reaches, 'member? The hissing Temper is settled into her lap and another, quite long, drink of wine is taken before she looks about, muttering something about the riders of those pesky male dragons. Well... Healers weren't exactly great at defusing situations. Especially ones like this. Caylea glances over to Kinecha and winks. "Looks like you might get a chance to try out your new position." She then looks back towards the riders. Eew, chilly. Huddling closer in her blanket, she arches a brow. "Proddy.." She mutters to herself before taking another safe sip of her drink. Kinecha chooses to not interfere with this argument. She is after all still only a recruit, and really has /no/ idea, how to deal with fighting riders. Sitting back in her chair she takes another sip of her juice. To Cay she says "I don't really think I should interfere right now...." Lis normally would enjoy Jeri's company - the keyword there being 'normally', of course. Now, however, she's got to come on to strangers and make strangers of those coming on to her. Greenrider logic, see. Jeri get's a sideways glance and a cold, "Huh," before she continues her argument with Lyri. "Oiled my - I can /too/ tell the difference. I've been a greenrider for longer than you have." See? She's got seniority. Sasha wriggles out of her seat, smelling the rich aroma of klah....you knew it wouldn't be long....sauntering over to the hearth she pours a deep mugful and inhales it's scent. Chuckling under her breath and keeping her eyes low so as not to annoy the seething greenriders, she ducks back into her seat. S'nor perks up an eyebrow and an ear as he hears 'proddy', his attention is split between klah and the crowd, he contents himself with easing in to a near by seat and watching the happenings almost amusedly... Jeri, however, looks hurt, slumping over to sit next to Lis and sticking out her lower lip to her. Hmph! Be like that. "Ooooo. Two?" she says, looking up and over at Lyri. She's a cutie. Kinda. Even if Lis is more HerType. But if she's gonna be like that. "Yer not as pouty as her, are ya?" she asks pointedly to the second greenrider. Tilarekna would snicker, but... Oooo, not gettin' involved. Nuhuh. Nope. Nononono. These are PRODDY riders! Maybe she should.. uh.. well, they might get insulted if she tries to leave? Hmmm... Think.. maybe a hello? Uh... No. Lets just stick to fetching some Klah shall we? Slipping from her chair quickly, she pours some of the HOT liquid into a spare mug, and makes a bee-line quick-walk return so as not to spill a drop. It's COLD, don'tcha know... Rhiannon chirpchirps. People.. -lots- of people. White-gold wings flutter as the fire lizard plops herself down as close to the middle of the lot as she can. Clawed feet land on a table top and she cheeps inquiringly. Ciera appropriates he klah and begins nursing the mug. Like alcohol, but less likely to make her do something stupid. "Lis has more experience, too," she volunteers once balance is regained. So many levels of interpretation, so little time. Lyri smirks. "Ok, so you're old.. maybe that's why you can't tell." Nah-nah-nah-nah-na! Maybe calling Lis a senior citizen wasn't the wisest of moves but, when proddiness moves in, the brain takes a holiday. Jeri is given a slightly glaring look. "Who's pouting? Can't a rider enjoy a glass of wine now and then without being told what emotion she is carrying at the present moment? Honestly, when if I want others to know how I felt I would /tell/ them." Yeah.. now, where was she? Oh, right, wine. Lis runs out of good arguments from Lyri, deciding she's won, and thus holds her nose up in the air as she struts off to perch herself on a chair. Her chin lands upon knitted fingers, and eyes peer around at lots of pretty male things - namely, that young drudge who's got enough sense of self-presevation to run away. And Jeri loyally follows after that oh-so-maternal Lis, offering only to Lyri the comment of, a rather dejected one at that: "Fine. Yer pouty, too. So I'm gonna go be pouty with Lis!" Ah! Take that, scoundrel! Or. Whatnot. Plop goes Jeri in the seat next to Lis. "You still gonna pout?" Caylea coughs softly, chuckling as she looks over towards her companions. Well, -she- certainly wasn't going to be frightened away by a few proddy riders. Famous last thoughts, of course. The candi clears her throat before shruging to Necha. "Perhaps it's best in this case to let them be.." She glances towards the dragonriders. "They seem to be handling it well enough." Eyes trail down towards the minigold, narrowing wearily. Those creatures dropped from the skies at random, no? At least hers were nice and warm back at Ista. A good thing for both. Caylea no longer had to worry about them, and they were still in their tropical paradise. S'nor kicks back in his chair relaxing as he finally starts to thaw out from his flight, a smile floats across his face as he allows his eyes to droop shut as if asleep, his klah mug finding it's way to the nearest table as he just observes the happenings... Following Cay's glance to the 'lizard Necha once again wishes she had one of those little critters. In response to Cay's statement "I do believe they can handle it themselves. 'Sides I think it'd be better to let them handle it themselves." Lis peers at Jeri out of the corner of her eye, remarking diffidently, "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Though /you're/ not helping. No one's helping. It's all /Lyri's/ fault," declares the greenrider one last time before keening into a wine of, "Aww... and no wine, either." It just doesn't pay to be pregnant and proddy. Sasha sips her klah slowly and chuckles into it. Tucking her feet beneath her she wonders again why on Pern she has allowed herself to get caught up in all this dragon business...maybe impressing a green is not a good idea.... Jeri smiles and wraps an arm around Lis' shoulders, giving her a little bit of a hug. "Aww. Poor Lissy," she sighs at her friend. "Well. Well. Uhm." Without wine, what does one have to make one happy. "I'll be here for ya. I betcha Thaz is gonna go up and chase. I just betcha." Then again, Thaz chases all the greens. So don't feel special, Aly. "I--" Ciera starts to point something out, stopping abruptly before even her second word and seeming to think better of it. "N'ermind." Another swig of klah is downed with a shudder. All dragons should be bronze, blue, or gold, or brown. Less complicated without proddy greenriders to worry about. Lyri wanders over and pours yet another glass of wine, making sure to be very obvious about her actions; hey, if Lis is going to blame her, she might as well get /some/ satisfaction out of it, no? "Fault.. hrmph." She mutters, flopping back into her chair and taking a drink from her glass, only to recieve a hiss from Temper. "Oh do shut up." Ouch, snippy. But do Golds not go Proddy? Hmm... Amber eyes watch on in amused confusion. You'd think Tilarekna would have gotten enough amusement from home while watching Istans go proddy. Obviously not.... S'phen casually strides in from the Central Bowl. Lis wriggles out of Jeri's comforting arm, popping up from her seat to pace about like a cadged feline - riders all around, and only Alymath and inescapable destiny outside. The greenrider swings near the entrance, though, and perks cheefully at S'phen's entrance. Her? Just a sweet little greenrider. Look at the /face/. Emilia arrives from deeper in the Weyr. Caylea *eeps and is back! Geesh, go to get dinner. S'nor thinks that proddy greenriders are... humorous to watch to say the least, he shrugs inwardly as he smiles around his klah mug, his eyes following the 'action' a brief nod is given to S'phen as he arrives... There's another pout of Jeri and so she looks around, not feeling as perky about the other riders as her greenriding friend is. There's another longing look in Lis' direction, before it goes out again. Shard it, Aly. Rise! Rise! S'phen walks in and takes a double take at the scene that greets him and then remembers, as much as he tried to egnore the bright glows from out side and the entrest, no matter how tired he was, trebinth took in them. "uh, hello, lis." rider smile and waves slightly to s'nore. shards, why did he always have the nack of wlking into these things. S'nor thinks the nack for walking in to these things must be some.. Sub-concious thing.. Maybe a mental trap of the Greenriders..? Oh well. He probably shouldn't speculate on that too much.. He returns from his ponderings to his klah as his eyes go from greenrider to greenrider as he decides for /sure/ which ones they are.. Netra Standing at a rather normal height for her age, she walks as swiftly as a cat on a beam. Dark brown hair flows down just past her shoulders and twists on each side of her face. Strangest of all her pale face are bright green eyes. Rosy red lips form the smiles which eventually follows her around where ever she goes. Her delicate frame moves about on long legs, easily told about her is that she's well fit, running won't get you far from her. Her placid personality will never harm anyone of course. She'll even be kind and serene to those brats that hang around. She wear a rather plain dark green tunic over a white blouse. However, embellished in the fabric are small, soft, and rather amazing designs of firelizards in an aerial dance. Swooping...diving...twisting, They play all over the right side of the tunic. Gold, bronze, brown, blue, and green can all be found in this joyous game. Dropping down to the ground is a dark skirt which has been worn down. The skirt was possibly a black color however, it's more of a dark gray now. Thin brown slippers are worn on her feet for an everyday use. Perched on Netra's shoulder is Indu. Placed on her shoulder is the knot of a High Reaches Assistant Nanny. She is awake and looks alert. Carrying: Indu Netra is 25 Turns, 9 months, and 8 days old. Lyri isn't looking at the others at all at the moment, oh no, she's not proddy, never gonna be.. well.. you get the picture. "Sharding.." Columbia is dislodged from her shoulder and settled in her lap as well, where she and Temper procede to create a racket that would send anyone's sanity between. "Shards and shells.. hush, both of you." Ciera huddles in her seat, trying to avoid direct eye contact with either of the proddy riders. She's lucky--this is the first time in a while she's walked in on this sort of thing. The knack seems to have eluded her. "Oh, /shards/," groans Lis as the scenery in her head abruply changes to the bloody scene of the pens. Fidgeting, the greenrider gives S'phen another beam as she starts to edge around him towards the entrance. They usually don't follow the scary greenriders, do they? Skylark makes a quick turn, heading for the klah, eyes glued to the klah pot. "Klah.." she swoons, softly, pouring herself a nice, warm, sweet mug of the cinnimony substance. The first sip is always the best and so is Lark's first sip of this mug as she sighs, dreamily. Now, time to find a seat. She spots one near Tilarekna and grins at the girl, "Hey everyone," she greets, cheerily, oblivious to anything going on, even if it has to do with proddy greens which might just send her back to sleep. Sasha's eyes glow with mischief. It looks like its all about to happen....again! It doesn't seem that long since the last time Alymath went up. She nods at the newcomer, whom she does not recognise and then allows her eyes to be dragged back to the drama unfolding before her. Yes, unfortuanaty they do follow the green riders. without a word, S'phen lets Lis pass, but then steps in behind her. Maybe if he could get Trebinth he and him could flight out of here and leave the weyr to defend herself. Wandering in to the cavern which she knows so well, Netra gives the crowd a bright smile and nod of her head in greeting. Brillant emerald orbs peer out at her surrounding, hoping to find her usual seat occupied and yet it has been taken. Sigh. "Indu, dear..." The gasp escapes mouth as the frightened blue 'round her neck tightens his grip. Hands pry off the tail as nanny makes her way towards table to snag herself a few meatrolls to calm the blue for once. She heaves a sigh and finds a stray seat further away and soon enough she plops down exhausted. "Hey there, Skylark. You came just in time. Interesting things seem to be happening here" Kinecha says, while watching the scene being played out in the cavern. Jeri is attempting to sneak closer to Lis, scooching over and over and over. Come on, Lissy. She'll sidle up against her sure enough. And if Jeri is lucky, Lis won't notice. Or at least not mind. One can hope. Skylark lifts a curious eyebrow at Kinecha's comment, smiling deviously. So maybe it wouldn't send her back to sleep. "Oh really?," she asks, intrueged. "Like what?" The prddy greenriders and other riders are spotted and Lark leans, trying to get a glance of outside's happenings. "A flight?" she whispers, giggling, amused muchly. Kinecha nods "I think so," first one she ever seen, so she can't be absolutely sure, of course. Lyri hrmphs at the others. "Interesting indeed." Nothing interesting here, oooh no. Forgetting her glass, she pulls out a mostly full wineskin from under her tunic and begins to just drink from that. "All this fuss, a body can't even get a quiet moment for a drink." A? Who said this was singular? Whether they like it or not, most riders do wind up following the scary greenriders. Ciera grimaces and starts to edge after Lis, setting her klah aside. Time to switch beverages. Emilia has disconnected. Emilia falls asleep. Lis contintues to back farther, giving Jeri and S'phen a nervous little giggle as she braces her hands against the doorway. Nevermind that she's poised to make a quick getaway... Eyes dart to movement in Lyri's corner - never can trust those greenriders - but Lis goes nearly as green as her lifemate with envy, before pointing towards the inner caverns. "Look! It's D'renn!" calls she before she dashes out. Lis exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside. S'phen exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside. Lyri watches the exodus and sighs, relieved to be the only non-proddy greenrider left in the caverns. "Well, that's done." A distant look invades her eyes for a moment and she chuckles, shaking her head to go back to her drinking. "Sharding proddy riders." Did she mention that she's not proddy? Skylark blinks, suddenly left staring at a nearly empty Living Caverns. Abruptly, Lark grows angery and defencive. "What is Faranth's name is going on here! They all leave this other poor greenrider in here alone!" Hrmph. Not only Lis should get all the action, but since Lyri doesn't seem /too/ proddy. Skylark moves over to Lri and smiles, "Hi, I'm Lark. Your first time your dragon goes proddy I'm guessing?" Kinecha leans her elbows on the table, and watches Lark try to make contact with the greenrider, a slight smile on her face. She is kinda cute that greenrider... Lyri *sorries, had to get something from the kitchen. Lyri eyes Skylark, glaring in a rather vacant way. "And since /when/ are /you/ the judge of when someone else's lifemate is proddy? I'll have you know that Nia is far from it, thankyouverymuch." Yeah, so there.. now.. where was she. Oh, wine, right. Another long drink is taken before she looks about, grinning at the emptiness of the caverns, empty of those threatening riders of male dragons. Skylark blinks before shrugging and wandering over to Kinecha, sitting herself on Kine's lap, shooing anything in her way unless she's pushed away. "If you say so. Then who's green is out there? Just that other rider's?" Tilarekna didn't see ANY dragons. She had to run to keep warm, remeber. "Hey, Lyri. You okay?" is called to the winedrinking rider she met yesterday. Lyri glares at Skylark. "She was recently oiled, if it's any of your business." She notes, giving Tilarekna a smile. "Oh, fine, really. Just don't know where everyone got the idea that Nia was proddy..." More chitterings and hisses emerge from the pair of proddy green 'lizards on her lap and she sighs. "I just think something has gotten into everyone today." [HrwCan] Tilarekna hugs. Night folks!! You click your heels three times. You go home. You climb into Reka's Centermost Purple Cot. Inside Reka's Centermost Purple Cot, Tilarekna climbs into Reka's Centermost Purple Cot. Reka's Centermost Purple Cot You are lying on the cot. The warm blankets surround you, and you feel very comfortable. *** Disconnected ***