Tilarekna - Wednesday, October 18, 2000, 7:30 PM [Please Note: The first half of this log was lost due to my computer shutting down on me without warning. :/ so, the start of this fun is lost forever! *sob!* Unless, of course, the logger in the LC was on...] ------------------------------------------------ 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-three firelizards. You see Ale Cabinet, Moufles, Sketch, What's for Dinner, Snow, Blue Tunnelsnake, and Calandra here. Yver and Hyzen are here. Obvious exits: Northeast Caverns Kitchens Bowl Southern Caverns Proof creels softly, beseechingly, as he looks up at the golden one, tail snaking behind him. The meat was taunting him with its glorious smell, but Bay's move also taunts him. Should he continue in his quest or should he follow the other's motions? He's gonna keep going... he wants to see her give up.... if she will. Beansidhe radiates an air of smug superiority as she watches Bay turn tail, his vituperous thoughts bouncing from her shell of self-sufficience like pebbles from a stone wall. Her attention swivels to roost heavily on Proof now, mein unchanged, or perhaps a bit mocking. Bay> Images from Beansidhe suggest: << goldlovelyyesweknowthis but donotshare WEonlysharewithequals nobellycrawlereatsOURmeat laughwelaughwelaugh ohwearelovelyyes >> Yver's eyes narrow slightly, lips pursed in thought as she stares at Beansidhe. "I wonder why they're so bent on having some of hers - they're not that hungry, surely?" She fingers a piece of wherry in one hand, looking speculatively at Proof. Dare she...? [IstaWeyr] Yver giggles as she reads Bay's thought over again. Stinkygold has kinda a nice ring to it... [IstaWeyr] Hyzen giggles. ^_^ [IstaWeyr] Char: mrrr? Tilarekna taps her brown on the nose at his huffy thoughts and feelings, chuckling a little. "More like they all want a share of what one has, methinks..." she takes another of her meatrolls and offers it. [IstaWeyr] Tilarekna snerks. My brown has quite the way with words. ^_^ Bay snuffles, and accepts the meatroll, wstill 'muttering as he glares at the StinkyGold and that traitor brown-brother. Bay> You project: <> Bay> Images from Beansidhe suggest: << welaugh! Laughterlaughtersillylittle brownling howwelaughatyou >> Proof rumbles softly. So his tactic wasn't working? Well! Lifting his nose in the air and affecting some of the attitude that his blue brother radiates, brown rises from his belly and puffs up his chest. He gazes upon Yver for a time, studying her intently before returning his gaze to gold one. Bay> Images from Proof suggest: << Brownequal. Brownsometimesbetterthanbronze. Lovelygoldonesharemeat. Bellycrawlerwhenworks. Equalwhenworksbetter. Iequaltogoldnow? >> [IstaWeyr] Yver laughs! Reka! [IstaWeyr] Hyzen dies! [IstaWeyr] Tilarekna looks innocent. Beansidhe churrs, the comforting sound in another 'lizard coming out as a raspy sigh in her. Incisive facets dissect Proof where he stands, puff of air exhaled before the imperious ghastly seizes a piece of wherry in her maw; an almost-contemptuous flick of her neck sends it sailing towards the brown. The subtle mockery of her gaze conveys her opinion of who's won. Bay> Images from Beansidhe suggest: << softchuckle nevereverequalbrownone never never ever equal.. comedinewithus, brownone >> Proof doesn't mind now that he's won in his own mind's eye. He catches the meat deftly from the air and chews on it, eyes whirling with contented colors as he glances back at Bay. See? See? Strutting across the last few inches, he perches near the end of the platter and slowly looks upon the meat, before taking a peice and, with a rightous aura, chews it. Bay> Images from Proof suggest: << Notfarfromequal. Goldonealwaysabove. Goldbeautifulandknowing. Sharegoodmeatwithlesser. Kindgold. Lovelygold. >> Bay rolls his eyes in disgusted colours. Suck up. What _evah_. He flips his wings to his back, turning his back on the gold and Proof. Tilarekna starts to giggle, but why is unknown. Bay> You project: <> Beansidhe actually steps back from the plate, folding her wings at her sides, belly satisfyingly distended as she settles into a comfortable position, eyes fading to a brilliant azure as she watches Proof devour meat. Yet the sense of superiority lingers always about her; a sidelong glance is cast at Bay. Bay> Images from Beansidhe suggest: << yesweknow wisebrownoneyouare butsilencenoweatandbefull yourbrotherknowsless >> OOC: Hyzen rolls and dies laughing... anyone logging this? ^_^ OOC: Yver can't log or would.. if only to be able to go back and re-laugh at Bay! OOC: Tilarekna grins, and will? OOC: Hyzen noddles! And send to me, would you? ^_^ jahryn@mail.thewolvesden.net OOC: Tilarekna will only have what she's done since she reconnected though.. :/ OOC: Hyzen also notes she has to go now... I'll make a departing pose... ^_^ OOC: Yver needs to scoot, too. OOC: Tilarekna nods and hugs. Thank you for the RP! OOC: Yver says "was a blast!" OOC: Tilarekna says "Also.. doesn't the room have a logger? *points at the ale cabinet*" Proof looks hurt as Bay turns his back on him, but doens't make a sound as his mouth is full of good, delicious meat. Swallowing that, he watches Beansidhe for a long time as he slowly makes his way through the meat still on the platter. He does't talk like she told him... just continues to eat the good stuff while his gaze does not rest-- but keeps flicking between brown and gold. He hopes he hasn't lost the friendship of Bay. Eeep. Hyzen stands from her chair and stretches. "I've gotta go... Proof, you can stay, but be nice. Bye Rekna, Yver!" Waving, she bounces out of the Caverns and into the bowl... and from there? Home. Hyzen goes home. Proof *thinks so. Thanks! C'ya! Yver rolls her eyes and shakes her head, silently thanking her stars that she's been released from Bean's tender care. The gold herself has settled down for a nap; Yver rises, moving quietly for her desk. "I'm afraid I've got some real work to do now - and some hides to put away." She half-grins as she picks up the slightly charred hide. "I'll see you - and your father, I hope! - later, Rekna." Tilarekna nods, and winks. "Will do, Yver! I'm sure Da will love meeting you!" Yver chuckles as she moves towards her office. "The pleasure will be mutual, I'm sure. Ta!" And disappears. Yver goes home. ----------------------------------------------- End Of Log