Tilarekna - Monday, November 13, 2000, 8:35 PM ---------------------------------------------- Central Bowl You stand in the center of the Ista Weyr bowl. You feel small as you crane your neck to look into the sky, at the towering five pinnacles of the Weyr rim, so tall they seem to reach into the clouds. The bowl floor slopes gently upward to the southeast, where various tunnels lead to the hatching grounds, ground weyrs, and living caverns. Across the bowl to the northeast are the weyrling barracks and training grounds. You can see the Weyr's artificial waterfall as it sheets down along the northern wall of the Bowl, its pool concealed at the base of the bowl by an ethereal cloud of mist. West, the entire wall of the bowl has been blown out by some long-distant eruption, and you can see clear out to the ocean from here. The view is breathtaking. It is a spring midmorning. Gliding about are Xena and Luna. Bronze Umeth and green Almirath are here. You see Quasar, Axil, Atlas, and Roj's Wagon of Schtuff here. Obvious exits: Northeastern Bowl Plateau Southeastern Bowl Orbyth moves with endless energy in from the Northeastern Bowl. Zi'n uses a coppery-tinged shoulder to slide to the ground, an impatient flicker aiding them. Zi'n *didn't realize he was /on/ Orbyth - and I was about to go into the LC :P High above, Alymath beats too-large wings against the air in from the up. High above, Alymath beats too-large wings against the air southeast. High above, Alymath beats too-large wings against the air in from the southeast. High above, Alymath folds her wings a little and descends. Lis ambles aimlessly in from the Southeastern Bowl. Lis wanders in with her usual distracted air, leaving Alymath to fend for herself among the Istan males. Or perhaps for them to fend /her/ off. Eyes narrow in a squint as she spots shapes far off in the bowl, hurrying towards them with an easy jog - which soon becomes a trot, then a walk, and finally a plod. It was further than it looked, it seems, for the greenrider's gasping like a fish by the time she arrives. "Hold on - gasp! Just a minute," pants she. Zi'n *snickers. Father? Eeesh :P Above the plateau, Limayth flies up from the southwest. Above the plateau, Limayth flies east into the bowl. From Almirath's neck, Danae is lounging atop her pastel green princess, looking over some old hides while Almi naps. Tilarekna blinks, and peers at the folks who've just appeared, although Z'in is given a wave. Walking towards the unfamiliar rider, a smile of welcome is given. "Uh, hello. Can I help you?" Limayth spirals down for a landing. 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 and looks alert. Lis is 23 Turns, 7 months, and 6 days old. UH-oh, more scary greenriders. And this one's not even local - scary those High Reachians. "Hello..... Lis!" Suddenly, Zi'n is able to recognize that ex-Starcraftin', greenridin' sl... girl, sending her a grin. "Visiting Ista? Hey, have you been at Gar lately? How's everyone?" Blabber, blabber. You'd think he never got out. Wait, he's a weyrling. He never does. Tilarekna is waved back at cheerily, though the hand soon goes back to scritching Orbyth's eyeridges. Lis' legs decide to stage a formal protest, and it's all the greenrider can do ease herself to the ground. "Well, it's a bit late now," mutters the 'Reacher to Tilarekna churlishly as she manages to land gracefully on her backside. "Oh, I'm sorry, dear - it's my feet and legs. They've been giving me trouble for the last few days - pregnancy'll do that to you." Peering up, she vaguely recognizes Zi'n, but just enough to bubble up with, "Zidon! Er, Zi'n! Congratulations, there, on your catch!" Eyes squint again, first up at Danae and then at the landing Limayth. Orbyth croons softly at the scritches, his eyes swivelling to look at the source of all this attention, tail waggling back and forth across the ground so that it's starting to flick up dust. New person! Lis is given a sideways glance as sits down, the bronze dragon shuffling slightly in that direction. Tilarekna gives Z'in a broad grin and a wink, waving, even as her fair warble happily and politely at Orybth. Lis is given a once over as she peers closer, a hand offered in slightly embarrassed aid. "I'm sorry.." she apologises, "I was half a world away..." Limayth plops, rather ungracefully, to the ground, tongue lolling in a most unbecoming fashion from his jaws. Kilkia, perched atop like a too-skinny wherry, cracks a half-smile and wiggles weathered fingers down at Tilarekna. "You again." Caylea silently, suavely, glides in from the Southeastern Bowl. Zi'n, too, hastily abandons Orbyth's side - something the dragon'll be dismayed with, no doubt, to rush to Lis' aid. "Oh, are you alright, um..." Should he call her Lis or ma'am? Eep. Other 'riders are noticed all of a sudden, the bronzeling blinking in slight confusion. When did all these people show up? Maybe he was stuck in his own mind(s) again, huh? From Almirath's neck, Danae peeeeers down from her not-so-lofty perch, is she being greated? Shes not quite sure so she waves in the general direction of alla the peoples, "Hello." general, yes, general is good. "Ooowaf," Lis croaks as Orbyth blows dirt in her face, spitting out grains with a slight cough. "Control your beast, would you, Zi?" A sigh follows her words, long-suffering as ever. "Nah, I suppose I'll forgive you, dear," she assures the offerer of the hand, using it to lever herself up again. "Say, aren't you Tilarekna?" asks the 'Reacher by way of greeting. Her head cranes, momentarily, to return Danae's 'Hello' with a cheerfully warbled version. Kilkia slides from Limayth's neck and lands gently on the ground. Orbyth charges straight after his rider as soon as Z'in moves, only just managing to stop short of crashing into him and most likely Lis. /His/ rider. The bronze croons questioningly at the weyrling as he tries to wiggle in front of Lis. Where did the scritches go? Tilarekna blinks up at the blue dragon, rider unrecognised as she offers aid to Lis. Then, "Kilkia! Oh, hi again." Eyes turn back to Lis, and she thinks a moment, before nodding at the rider, smile appearing. "Yes I am... are you Lis? I think.. didn't we meet at the Clutching?" She's a had a hectic morning, Mad-Nevarre, Sneezing Carelock, and other things... "Sorry! I'm so sorry, I, um... Orbyth!" Zi'n does that little oh-no-I-screwed-up-again-no-wait-my-pesky-dragon-did and turns accusing eyes to said lifemate. "Do be careful, please!" Smiling apologetically, the 'ling tries to turn Orbyth's head away from Lis - and what better way than to scratch those 'ridges? "Oh, clutching? I heard 'Reaches had eggs." He would have heard, wouldn't he? "But no gold this time 'round?" Better get all the details from a reliable source - if you can call Lis reliable, that is. Kilkia leans gracelessly against her blue, arms folded 'cross her non-existent chest. "Well, it does seem to be a party, doesn't it?" Caylea strides across the bowl..well, more ambles across the bowl. After all, she's got a lot on her mind. And when you were distracted, speed wasn't an issue. She glances towards Tilar and gives a small wry smile. "Lo, Tilar." Look ma, no hides! Yes, for a short time only you can buy your very own Hideless Cay. Offers going fast, so act soon. *cough* She stops however, arching a brow and giving a small nod towards dragons and riders. She looks questioningly towards Tilar. "I'm interupting somethin?" I hope I hope. Aztek winks in from ::between::, a harsh sun of bronze spreading below him. Caylea calls to Aztek, who flies over and lands on her shoulder. Yup, QUITE the party.. Tilarekna jusst nods, not speaking, although Caylea is given a 'Save Me!' look. "Umm... no, not that I know of.." She replies to the healerite, even as her fair burble static. Look, frazzled Reka. This is a once in a life time chance to see the ex-Weyrbrat not knowing exactly what to say or do in a situation.. Too many people? Not really... "Aye, we did," Lis confirms, head bobbing in a brief nod as she's remembered - after all, it wouldn't do if first encounters with Alymath's rider were no longer memorable. The greenrider does her best to answer the various questions fired off, giving Zi'n the afirmative regarding eggs and a negative regarding gold, turning to Kilkia at last. "A party? Aw... didn't bring my gather dress," pouts the greenrider softly, cracking a grin instead. "And hello, by the way." Orbyth isn't going to be distracted that easily. Nu-uh! Bronze head is now turned firmly in Lis' direction. If she's getting all the attention, she must be something special, but the bronze can't quite work it out. Maybe if he looks a little closer? Muzzle is poked a little nearer, Orbyth trying to get scritches and the chance to look at this new person at the same time. "Kilkia," notes the bluerider in answer to an unspoken question. "And this is Limayth. And no dress? That's ok -- it's not a party unless someone's starkers." Too many people? Nah. But the save me plea shan't go ignored. The healerite gives a soft cough and a nod. It's not often that she sees Tilar so flustered. Wasn't she supposed to be the stable, grounded one? "Mm..Well, I was just going for a swim..Wanna join me Tilar?" Caylea gives a small, for the most part unnoticble wink towards the other. Sure. Dragonriders would never follow Tilar to the lake, right? Right? Well, what about a waterfall? Zi'n suddenly takes to clinging to Orbyth's neck as the annoying dragon moves his head forward, trying not to get Lis into any trouble. And ultimately, trying to keep himself out of trouble, too. Dress? Party? Oh dear. Swim? Eek! Not again.... trying his best to look neutrally polite, though, the bronzeling offers Kilkia and Danae a smile, all the while edging away from Lis. Scary. Tilarekna beams at Cay, "Sure. That'll be fun," before nodding to the riders. "Well, it's great meeting you again, Lis, Kilkia. Z'in," she gives a nod and a grin, and slips over towards the healer. "Let's go." Lis gives Kilkia a brilliant beam, declaring, "Ooh, I love you already!" upon hearing the bluerider's opinion of parties and clothing - or lack thereof. "You bronze oaf. Go bother Alymath - she likes being manhandled." Orbyth is given a pat on the muzzle, and a brief scritch before she attempts to shove him away. "Swimming? I suppose that would have to be done 'starkers' too," observes the 'Reachian greenrider, burbling over the new vocabulary she's learned. Cough. Eyes glare apologetically towards Tilar. She'd tried right? She'd really tried. Now how would she get them out of this? She blinks back towards Lis and offers untruthfully. "Oh, Istanites don't go starkers. Nope." That ment they couldn't follow right? And that Tilar and Cay were going in their every day cloths. What a pickle. The healerite inches a bit closer to Tilar as well. "Swimming," echoes Kilkia with no little satisfaction, "simply should not be done if not starkers. I'm older than you, young woman," announces the 'rider, "and we've been swimming without clothes since even before I Impressed -- that that's a good deal longer than I care to admit to." There. Arguement squashed. Tilarekna ums. It does? Well, normally she just sits on the lip and dangles her legs, not swim, but.. "Nope, nope, nope," She adds with a cheeriness induced by.. being nervous? around riders? Well, Lis is a GREEN rider.. and her father has told her LOTS of tales about... Green Riders. *shiver* Kilkia is given a look that screams, 'You're NOT helping', although she gets the impression it's not supposed to. "Well, y'know, we normally just, y'know.. sit on the edge and chat, see..." Bay chuckles, while Jolinar warbles, and Kairo snorts. Silly human-pet. Orbyth gives in to his riders tugging, but only because he got scritches, and not because he's doing what he's told. Instead he decides that watching all this people is just as fun as examining Lis. Starkers? Certainly not for this little weyrling! Dos and don'ts, ya know.... trying to decide between blushing and paling, Zi'n's skin takes on it a rather... mixed color. "Um, Orbyth wants to swim too," the 'ling dutifully announcs, to anyone who might care, and sends said dragon a mushy glance. Lis bestows a rather disturbingly proud grin on Caylea as she informs the healer, "Well, 'Reachers do. Shards, we even /ice skate/ bare." Now /that/ takes guts - or stupidity. Either in large ammounts. "Aw, c'mon..." coaxes the greenrider, looking imploringly at Tilarekna. "It'll be fun - won't it, Kilkia?" She's the oldest, and therefore wisest. "Orbyth can come. I'll even give him Alymath to play with, so he doesn't squish us." This, to Zi'n, with a nod. Solo blinks in from ::between::! Blushing more then is norm, Caylea glances towards the blue rider, giving an unvocal sigh before looking back to Tilar. "Well, we should be going. Yep." She says. Maybe if she hurries Tilar away, the woman'll be safe. Could Dragonriders run? -Dumb question albiet, but one could be hopeful that all that gear slowed them? - "To the waterfall? Race you there?" Normally she's not this playful. But this couldn't be called play. Survival of the fittest. Then she hears the 'ling's comments and coughs. "Well..Of course...he's more then welcome to come." She says without much conviction and heads off for the waterfall. She barely hears Lis behind her, but she just /knows/ that they wouldn't take no for an answer. Oh well. At least she'd get to see how water resilent this dress was for a second time right? Caylea silently, suavely, glides to the Northeastern Bowl. You leave the central bowl. Northeastern Bowl The northeastern arc of the Weyr Bowl seems somewhat isolated from the rest of the weyr - with necessity, for this is the training grounds for young riders and dragons, the Weyrlings. The main entrance to the weyrling barracks is just north of here, and the ground there is well-trampled and firm, as if many feet, both human and dragon, have wandered over it dozens of times a day. Further up in the northwest corner of the bowl is the waterfall, tumbling out of the Weyr face several dragonlengths above, misting the area in a rainbow glow. On the south side of the bowl lie the ashpits and firestone supplies for the entire Weyr. It is a spring midmorning. Gliding about is Birch. Green Euphrath, gold Tiareth, and green Ivrylth are here. You see Flamer Charging Unit here. Caylea is here. Obvious exits: Barracks Pool Path Central Bowl You release Bay, who launches into the air. Bay> You go to the Central Bowl. Lis ambles aimlessly in from the Central Bowl. Bay> Alymath saunters with lanky grace, a hint of gold flashing in her steps, in from the Southeastern Bowl. Bay> "Actually," bluerider notes, "I'm going to go get lunch. Maybe I'll drop--" Chuckle for her own bad pun "--in later. You guys have fun." Bay> Alymath saunters with lanky grace, a hint of gold flashing in her steps, to the Northeastern Bowl. Alymath saunters with lanky grace, a hint of gold flashing in her steps, in from the Central Bowl. Alymath saunters with lanky grace, a hint of gold flashing in her steps, down the path to the basin. Caylea silently, suavely, glides down the path to the basin. You go to the Path to Waterfall's Basin. Path to Waterfall's Basin Carefully tended, this winding path cuts back and forth from Caldera to the base of Waterfall. It is close, but quite a climb, and cooly refreshing as the cascading water fills the air with a fine mist. Stones and shells line the trail, a stone bench here and there offering respite and escape from the climb, as well as an exquisite view: Istan beaches lie ahead, beyond the fresh-water pools and across the plateau to the sea. Cerulean ocean tosses waves of blue up against the gleaming sands, the shallows alive with life and color. It is a spring midmorning. To the southeast, you see Euphrath, Tiareth, Ivrylth, and one person. Obvious exits: Waterfall's Basin Bowl Lis ambles aimlessly up from the basin's path. Down down down you go, heading along the well-worn path to the base of the Weyr's great falls. Waterfall's Basin The weyr's fresh-water pool flows clean and clear, almost undisturbed by the river that rests here after crashing down from the heights above. This small bay is neatly surrounded by a series of smooth stone steps and hidden beaches, a haven from the wider lake beyond before the water drops further to the sea below. One gnarled, ancient tree has survived the ravages of time and Thread, reaching up towards the cliff above and the water below. A set of cruide boards makes the climb an easy one. The beach stretches, wide and warm, the waterfall quite a swim distant. It is a spring midmorning. Green Alymath is here. You see Flamer and Calista's Cool-Cat Cot here. You notice Aiesa asleep here. Caylea is here. Obvious exits: Branch Forest Path Lis arrives from the Weyr-paths, accompained by the crash and tumble of the waterfall. Bay> Zi'n uses an impatiently twitching forelimb and slides in 'tween two cinnabar 'ridges. Bay> Orbyth moves with endless energy to the Northeastern Bowl. Orbyth arrives from the Weyr-paths, accompained by the crash and tumble of the waterfall. Zi'n uses a coppery-tinged shoulder to slide to the ground, an impatient flicker aiding them. Tilarekna near runs after Cay, annoyed she's been left behind so.. and meeping to see Lis behind her. Oh no! Didn't work! Those greenriders are harder to lose than you think, especially if they've got their lifemates to help them tail their prey. "Oh! What a lovely little spot you've got here. Beats the trousers off of our own weyr lake," she confesses traitorously, already shrugging out of her cardigan. Modest? Lis? You've got the wrong rider. Surely the sound of a rushing waterfall would calm anyone? And it does. After all, the game of keep-Tilar-away-from-the-rider (mouthful) is kinda fun. She chuckles, glancing back towards the frantic Tilar. Tilarekna meeps. Oh, oh dear.. "Um.." Thinkthinkthinkthink... "I kinda don't think.." THINK!!! "My Da wouldn't be happy if I swim, uh... 'starkers'," she uses Kilkia's phraze. Zi'n tries to avert his eyes from Lis' soon-to-be-nekkid form at the same time as trying to guide Orbyth into the water without getting too wet himself. not an easy task, surely, and the 'ling fails with a flourish, too, as he splashes into the water - fully clothed, of course. He's a weyrling. Not allowed to get undressed at all. You paged Lis with: From afar, Tilarekna acks and has to go in.. 25-20mins? *meep* From afar, Lis awws! You paged Lis with: From afar, Tilarekna nods and hugs.. it's not faaaiiir... Orbyth doesn't need much guidance where water is involved. The bronze wades straight into the water, splashing all the way, just in case any part of Z'in was still even slightly dry. Orbyth makes a noise that's a cross between trumpeting and burping as he submerges his muzzle and starts trying to take out Z'ins legs. Swim! Alymath burbles happily on the side of the pool, nuzzling her rider as she half attempts to strip to skin. "Oh, they don't mind, really," Lis assures her lifemate, peering around at the rest of those gathered. "Think you two could humor me? And her? She... um... she'd rather like to see you both... um... /starkers/. Or at least in your underthings." Only Alymath... Some parts of Zi stil were dry, actually, but not any longer.... Eek! Oh wait, he's not included in 'you two', is he? Phew! Under the excuse of wanting to scritch his lifemate, the 'ling manages to position himself to that Orbyth is /between/ him and Lis, and the other girls. Girls getting naked.... uh oh. Doesn't bode well for a weyrling in celibacy. She's a crafter, so give her a break when she doesn't outwardly flinch at seeing the dragonrider undressing. After all, privacy was not something heard of in crowded dorms and a hold that had only one 'pool room'. She glances towards Tilarekna and allows herself an evil gaze. "Well..if you can't lose 'em, join 'em." She states with a shrug and bends over to pull off her dress. She'd already tried the bloated fashion statement the other day when she'd climbed in the water with Dsalth. Now she'd try all natural. Yet, even before the dress is over her head, she stands up straight. "She -wants- to see us starkers?" Did she mean Tilar and Zi'n? Surely. Either way, the healer more stiffly pulls off her dress and clammers over for the water. Eeww, this was going to be cold. She takes a jump at the edge of the shore and flies a few feet before.. "-Ouch!-" Landing in the water. Unfortunately, the shore is a bit longer then she imagined. And she ends up standing in a few inches of water, with very sore ankles. Tilarekna stares... and suddenly wishes Carelock would appear. Or Jesha. Or her Da. Oh yes, especially her da... "Do I have to?" This is almost as bad as crawlies... Aaaw, but crawlies are so fun! I don't want to know where Lis sticks crawlies. Ew. Betcha D'renn knows. Betcha D'renn likes, too. But Reka hates crawlies. She really REALLY hates crawlies... ;) Betcha that's more info then we want O.o *shriek* But the crawlies love Reka? Probably.. but she'll run away screeeeeaming.. Come now, I don't look -that- bad. Geesh. The crawlies have a Reka fan club! She wishes.. ;) "Well...." Lis mulls over this a moment, motioning for Alymath's head next to hers so as she can coverse with her dragon. "I suppose we can leave you fully clothed for now - if you'll agree to just one thing?" Eyelashes flutter coquettishly at Tilarekna - how can she refuse that face? Caylea is just eyed oddly, before she calls, "You alright there?" Gaze flicks to the green dragon, then to the green rider, then to her friend in the water, before flipping to Z'in. Meep. "Um... what would that be exactly?" Amber eyes scream with nervousness. She's really looking for a way out here.. Tilarekna shivers after speaking... Anime Caylea quietly dunks and heads deeper into the water. This time walking, instead of jumping. Far safer. She coughs and gives a choked 'yeah' back to the dragonrider. She'd tried so hard to appear adult as well. Why was she always falling on her face now days? Or her ankles? Ouch. Finally, kneck deep in the water, only her strawberry head is apparent. Orbyth takes this to be some new game and proceeds to half-swim half-wade around Zi'n in circles, still splashing. This water stuff is fun. The bronze soon gets bored of that game though, and looks about for some other entertainment. Maybe the big green dragon will play with him? "Come back to 'Reaches with us. We'll get out of your clothes eventually, even if it's when you're changing into your candidate robe." Lis presents Tila with a feral grin, and, at Alymath's insistent bugle, extends the invitation to Caylea. "You too, Caylea! Alymath says you look pretty starkers." The main criteria for being dragon-bait, of course. Tilarekna's stares.. and just gapes. Her brain has frozen, all control escaping.. Please stand by, Reka-brain being rebooted. "You.. what?" well, speech takes a while to reassert itself. "Me? Am.. am I being Searched?" Again? Oh my! Caylea slowly, ever so slowly begins to sink under the water. Which isn't far because only her head was seen before. When it becomes obvious that they wouldn't go away, and that she couldn't grow gills, the healerite pushes herself back up, splurting out water before whimpering. "Bbback to *splurt* Reaches?" She's purple now. Yes, completely. "As in with Tilar? As in with eggs and all and cloths?" Right. Definately cloths. Lis gives Alymath a solid thunk to the side as the green snorts in disbelief. "Aye, you are," she tells Tilarekna cheerfully, nodding to Caylea. "Now, if you'd both be so kind to put your clothes on and mount up? The Reachers don't mind if you're bare, but it's a bit cold ::between::." And with that, up goes the greenrider. Search? Ooooh. Zi'n's eyes widen as he tries to look around Orbyth's bronzen bulk, sending Lis a conspiratorical grin. "How nice of you to visit and take /our/ weyrfolk," the ex-Reacher scolds lightly, though he's still grinning. "Orbyth! Don't do that!" Eesh. Lis uses a twiggy forelimb to climb up onto Alymath's silver-brushed neck. Tilarekna gapes at Cay. Ohmygoodness... We're Searched? Together? Ecstatic happiness freezes her, then with a bow to the green she tries not to dash up the side of the dragon. Using a twiggy forelimb, you manage to get yourself up onto Alymath's silver-brushed neck. Alymath [Waterfall's Basin] The materialistic sparkle of vibrant emerald adorns the finely tapered muzzle to the point of saturation, before pouring in diluted jade against the understated arch and subtle crescendo of her neck. Like moonlight filtered through viridian, spaded leaves, silver's tapped touch airbrushes the arpeggio of sharp 'ridges, an ethereal breath across otherwise earthly, moss-touched spine. A roseate blush spreads faintly across lanky torso, a would-be gaudy pink acting as filler in places where jade fails to perform. Haze's vaporous movements end in scintillating mica rays which variate wildly over open-angled, sleek haunches. A coda of green, frosted with champagne's golden rush, twirls into a loopy tail and ends with a flash fanfare of verdant sage. Ripe melon red are Alymath's straps, fuscia dominating with a vengance over magentas and berries. Thousands of tiny stitches, each one blooming a trace of rose, march around the leathers that encircle Alymath's last ridges with sturdy industry embodied by their seamstress. Between sharp, moonlight-silvered 'ridges, is Lis. Alymath seems to be listening. Caylea continues stuttering as she pulls her shivering form out from the water, walking along shore until she reaches her cloths. She looks more then disoriantated. She'll bow to the dragon later. Yep. Saying she wasn't eatin. Or frozen by then. Cold! Who'd ever heard of a wet Istanite going to Reaches? Shiver. She quickly gathers her dress and puts it back on. While struggling with the sleaves, she blinks back to Lis. "I..I..but my hides! My cloths.. Er... Oh shard it, I can have S'keegan bring all that." Finally she lets out the little dance of joy and runs over to Alymath. Up she goes! Caylea uses a twiggy forelimb to climb up onto Alymath's silver-brushed neck. Lis gives only a word of warning before Alymath launches: "Hold on." Up up up and away! You leap into flight, scattering sand. Above The Pools Pallisades sweep weyr-pocked backdrop behind, the bowl's caldera falling in a curtain of grey-cliffs off beyond the forests' rustling green edge. A trail threads its way back up towards the weyr, ending here at the stone and sand of the fresh-water pool. Below the beach is wide, not too large but just large enough, and the gnarled old tree almost hides the neat little ledge tucked up into the cliff. It is a spring midmorning. From the beach below, , you see Orbyth and one person. Obvious exits: Basin's Beach Weyrward Alymath winks her silver'd green self ::between::, leaving empty sky in her place. :::BETWEEN!::: You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::... absolute darkness surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you... you wait, and count... Black... Blacker... Blackest... Above High Reaches Quite, quite high, nothing braves these heights but stone and dragon and cloud; the Star Stones jut dutifully above the Weyr proper, flayed by the mountain winds that are consistant at this altitude whilst the rest spreads below, protected by its crown of jagged stone spires'-teeth. It is a spring midmorning. Obvious exits: Weyr Over The Mountains Star Stones Alymath turns a patch of sky platinum green as she appears from ::between::. You abandon the view from high above the bowl and circle lower, passing the Spires and Star Stones on the way down. Above the Bowl The ocean's tranquil thermals settle within the center section of the bowl's airspace, unusually smooth and bouyant -- though oft to switch as the seasons shift. Lingering beneath spires' constant presence, the perpetual activity of the weyr can be observed from every direction: from the testing rustle of dragonet wings, to the playful games sent aloft. It is a spring midmorning. Obvious exits: Northern Sky Weyrling Air Above the Pens Above the Lake Ledges Wings tired? Or you just want to feel solid earth beneath your paws... 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 midmorning. Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are Zhaneel, Vanitas, Tremayne, Gavin, Wilt, Archer, Beats, Persnickety, Reno, Immie, Sentanta, Mosfet, Gyahaahaa, Ozu-Zarkh, Ripper, Kya, Qebehsenuef, Ascelpius, and Kinky. Bronze Nhamarath, green Yshanth, blue Rubyth, brown Druseth, green Miravith, brown Revnath, and bronze Jhanath are here. You see a wagonmaster and Wagon Two here. Obvious exits: Pens Northern Bowl Caverns Ground Weyrs Lakeside Guards HQ Lis tries not to bump 'gainst any sharp joints as she slides down Alymath's forearm. 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 midmorning. Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are Zhaneel, Vanitas, Tremayne, Gavin, Wilt, Archer, Beats, Persnickety, Reno, Immie, Sentanta, Mosfet, Gyahaahaa, Ozu-Zarkh, Ripper, Kya, Qebehsenuef, Ascelpius, and Kinky. Bronze Nhamarath, green Yshanth, blue Rubyth, brown Druseth, green Miravith, brown Revnath, bronze Jhanath, and green Alymath are here. You see a wagonmaster and Wagon Two here. Lis is here. Obvious exits: Pens Northern Bowl Caverns Ground Weyrs Lakeside Guards HQ Down you go! Just mind the sharp dragon-elbow, there. Between sharp, moonlight-silvered 'ridges, Shiver? Cold? Oh yes. And Caylea has this very frozen dreamy like smile on her face as she waits for Tilar to dismount before her. Unprying her hands from the saddle, icy-white nuckled, the healerite slowly begins to dethaw, glancing around the bowl that was fairly different from her own. Shivering softly, she reaches up hands to unbuckle the straps and follows the other down. Thump. Caylea tries not to bump 'gainst any sharp joints as she slides down Alymath's forearm. "Here we are!" announces Lis with a grandiose sweep of her arm, hopping down from Alymath's side. "Now, if you'll follow me, I'll give you the official One-Way Candidate Tour. Consider yourself home." She loves this part the best - the first, sinking-in terror. Tilarekna stares... Oh my lord.. Faranth!!! She's been Searched. Oh... Lightheaded much? yup... "Okay..." just agree, nod, look pretty... yup.. Wait. That hadn't been a part of the talk back at Ista. She couldn't leave? One way? Where'd all these words prop up? Huddling, a melting popsickle next to Tilar, Caylea gives a stiff nod towards Lis. "Is..it..always..this cold?" Albeit, most of her freeze was from the sudden wet change between and the flight, but.. Lis intones as eeriely as she can, strolling along towards the caverns. "Walk this way... And yes, it is. But we'll get you sweaters, don't worry!" she calls over her shoulder. Lis ambles aimlessly to the Caverns. 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, Jenova, Lechehedonvoluptintri, Marp, Tyan, and Archimedes. You see Old Auntie sit-by-the-fire, OOC NOTICE (look sign), Food, Boots, Hobbes, Nimbus, Generic Sign-Up Sheet, Kageri, and Isthy here. Sasha, R'gis, Thesy, Kinecha, Siannen, Mikaeyla, Tyara, Pyrene, and Lis are here. Obvious exits: Bowl Kitchens Inner Caverns Crafting Area Caylea silently, suavely, glides in from the Central Bowl. Lis steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr. Caylea steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr. Deeper, darker, narrower... passages kink and twist into the Weyr. 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, Ivan, Kyrenna, Kitaro, and Spirit. You see Delphin and Fantastic Triple Layer Bubbly Surprise here. Lis and Caylea are here. Obvious exits: Living Caverns Guests' Quarters Hallway Dorms Candidate Barracks Baths Brat Cave Infirmary Lis opts for the white-washed entrances to the Candidates' barracks. Caylea opts for the white-washed entrances to the Candidates' barracks. You survived! Escaping through the heavy canvas curtain you arrive here... 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, Turk, Rei, and Leannan. You see Name Board, Oren's Lecherous Lounge of Lu-uvvv., Gideon's Cot, Gideon's rucksack, Gideon's Welcome Sign (OOC), and Slippa's Cot here. You notice Oren and Slippa asleep here. Lis and Caylea are here. Obvious exits: Caverns Lis sends a drudge running for a cot. After a few minutes the drudge returns dragging a big heavy cot for Tilarekna. [HrwCan] Tilarekna has joined this channel. [] Tilarekna has joined this channel. Lis sends a drudge running for a cot. After a few minutes the drudge returns dragging a big heavy cot for Caylea. [HrwCan] Caylea has joined this channel. [] Caylea has joined this channel. Candidate Barracks is your new home. [] Netra snuggles. [HrwCan] Thesy falls over! Two more ... owwww! ;) Hey, Tila, Cay! [HrwCan] Tilarekna hugs you all... [HrwCan] Lylia waves! Hey! Welcome!! *** Disconnected ***