11/7/2002
10:53
PM
Logfile
from Briny.
Weyrhall
- Monaco Weyr(#1290RFJM$)
This Hall rises in two open levels. High
above the structure's center, a broad-beamed ceiling supports the
slate-shingled roof. Carved wood from four massive trees provide pillars that
are both functional and decorative. Bounding the entire open chamber is an
upper tier with wide stairs affording access from the lower level.
The lower tier is arranged in grand style.
Various tapestries adorn the lower walls, and tables, benches, and chairs are
placed all about, allowing the entire Weyr's population to gather here. Built
into the west wall, a large stone hearth houses a small fire that warms klah
and some foods. Across the room, between the eastern pair of pillars, a large
table stands laden with pitchers of juice and trays of food. Sitting next to
the table are two casks of wine; one marked red, and stamped with a badge
indicating it is from the vineyards of the North's Benden Hold, and the other,
white with markings indicating origin in the newly-favored regions of the South
upriver from the Paradise holding. Above the hearth is a large plaque upon
which the symbol of Monaco Weyr, a particolored field of blue above white
featuring a leaping dolphin, is emblazoned.
Contents:
Vasmar
Auntie
Valera
Tapestry:
Nellanth's Clutch
Obvious
exits:
Stairs Kitchens
Terrace Commons Western Landing Field
Vasmar
is hustling around the living cavern in much the same way he does. Today
however, there's just a little something off about him. Perhaps it's the
bemused expression, or the tilted slant of his smile as he goes about his work.
Briny,
being Briny, crossing into the hall with a song upon her lips. Well, it is more
along the lines of being something of a made-up hum that might have once been
something that she heard but has by now changed to something of its own. So,
she is humming, and entering the weyrhall, and that is about it at this point.
Well, that is until she sees Vasmar. A bustling Vasmar. She hesitates, to just
stand there watching him.
Vasmar
turns from wiping crumbs off a table and spots Briny, "hello there!"
He flaps the dirty towel in her direction. Lucky for the message woman that
she's out of the range of the debris that goes flying. "Shards...."
With a smirk and chuckle he shrugs up his shoulders. "I was hoping I'd run
into you!"
Vasmar
Threads
of ebony have worked lose from the thick single braid and wing unfettered
around hard, chiseled features. Steep brow, squared off chin, sharply rising
cheekbones, and aquiline nose are carved into bone and muscle, baked
golden-bronze by the sun. The young man appears to be in his late teens, his
5'10 frame conditioned to a fine, sharp edge. Long, lean muscles cord around
the bones tightly, not bulky but with the absence of body fat they're more
pronounced under the dark, smooth flesh. He moves with an elegant, cat-like
grace and speed, nearly soundless as he pads lightly to and fro. In contrast to
his bronzed flesh his eyes seem to have the color leached from them. Ghostly
silver rings the translucent green of his irises, their pale mint surfaces
flecked with gold, like sunstruck sand. Despite the blade-like construction of
his body his features are filled with warmth and easy going friendliness.
He is
dressed lightly, the cloth loose around his body yet not so flowing as to
impair his movement. The bright emerald tunic is belted over tan breeches.
Thick sandals encase his feet, keeping them safe from harm. On his shoulder is
a bright new Knot announcing his rank as Monaco Candidate.
Carrying:
Machete
Briny's
blue-irised eyes flicker to the knot on his shoulder before she is looking back
to him. A breath later and a smile comes to life on previously pursed lips. Her
hand comes around to rub at the back of her neck, brushing the hair away as she
eases the muscles there, "Uhhhhh, yeah?" That smile of her's cants to
the side with an almost wary interest.
Vasmar
nods his head and then chuckles, as though he's the central point of some grand
joke. Slapping the cloth against his leg he blurts, "Gabe asked me to
stand last night." Then he smirks a little in his amusement, "I know
it'll be a real pain...the rules and all that...but I couldn't resist when he
out and out asked me. And no one has asked for the knot back...yet." He
winks and looks for a reaction as he walks to meet Briny.
An
almost embarrassed quirk comes to her lips as Briny watches him. "Ohhhh.
Yeah, that. Yeah, I sort of missed you in your cot last nite. I came in late
from a run. Missed everything." There might even a bit of a touch of
disappointment in her voice, despite her best efforts to keep it quiet. But, in
the next breath she is smiling as brightly as before, "But that is
wonderful news. Congratulations."
Vasmar
gives a shallow nod, "thank you. I hope you can find it in you to not be
too awfully disapointed. It won't be very long." He looks at the rag in
his hands and tucks it into the waistband of his breeches. "Say, I can
slip out for a moment, care to join me for a walk? I need to get some fresh air
and I haven't had a break in hours."
Briny's
smile goes soft momentarily. She quirks her head to the side, much akin to a
puppy-canine looking at something different, and then she is closing on him to
bestow a peck on his cheek. Well, that isn't before she is taking a quick peep
around to make sure none of the authority figures are looking. Her smile
returns, "Absolutely. All those hours... I'll bet your muscles are hurting
like nothing else. My turn to try to give you a massage or somesuch."
Vasmar
inclines his head so he can accept the kiss and grins at Briny, touching her
cheek with the back of his fingers softly. "Oh, you wouldn't beleive how
sore I am. I could use some of that attention." He pauses, "Do you
think that's against the rules? Backrubs?" Working his shoulders up and
down he makes for the door, hoping to avoid being called back to work for just
a moment.
Briny's
grin manages to grow and grow, "Well, if they knew the kind of massage
that I was planning for you, there is no doubt it would be against the
rules." She follows that up with a wink before linking her arm with his
after another not-so-devious glance around. "We might be free and clear to
scoot out of here now." And so, she scoots out with him.
Vasmar
laughs at Briny's remark and squints at her as he gives her arm a warm squeeze,
"yes, that would be against the rules...Gabe warned me. Though he did
offer to console you." He sounds highly amused at this and draws Briny out
the door at last and into the fresh air!
Vasmar
walks off southwards to the wide green commons outside.
You
amble southwards to the wide green commons outside.
Wide
Green Commons - Monaco Weyr(#692RJMa$)
This green is the hub of activity at the
Weyr. The area extends along the base of a cavern-pocked cliff which rises
southeast to northwest from here. The grubbed soil has been allowed to grow to
a trampled turf, but hard stone walks bound it on all sides
Weyrfolk and support staff move
occasionally from the elevated, slate-topped infirmary complex that bridges the
river on the eastern edge of the green to the open multiple decks of the
sprawling, two-tiered Weyrhall to the north.
South and west of here, the cliff face
looms high, with a wide opening leading into the Hatching cavern and a
cut-stone path rising to several weyrs housing the Weyr's leaders. Emerging
from the hatching opening, an oft-trod path skirts the cliff to an opening a
bit to the west.
More directly west are more caverns and
finally the swath widens in the northwest into the landing field used by
visitors to the Weyr.
Contents:
Vasmar
Zahlia
Violath(#1931Vaept)
Elfarran
Obvious
exits:
Weyrleaders
Complex Hatching Grounds Shady Path
Western Landing Field Candidate
Barracks Weyrling Barracks Storage Caverns WeyrHall INFirmaries
Zahlia
nods to Elfarran, "I noticed S'vilen didn't stay around long, I wonder if
Leyrith was cross with Perymith being nearby..." She notices Vasmar and
Briny as they exict the hall and gives a wave, "Well hello Candidate
Vasmar, Briny, how are you two this evening?
Vasmar
looks around covertly as he comes out of the living cavern arm in arm with
Briny. He starts to make a covert path around the riders and dragons however
Zahlia's voice brings him up short and he tsks under his breath, "shucks!
" In a louder voice he returns the greeting, "hello greenrider
Zahlia, Weyrlingmaster Elfarran."
Briny
casts Vasmar a glance askance, echoing, "Offer to console me?" After
a wry chuckle she continues, "Do I dare ask further into what he said...
or maybe I should just ask him myself?" A wink follows as she continues on
with her arm linked with his. Well, that is until she spots the riders. An
almost guilty look crosses her face as she slips her arm from Vasmar's. *cough*
"Uhhh, hello."
Elfarran
shakes her head a little, "I didn't notice. I wonder if he brought Siarran
with him?" She turns from talking to Zahlia, moving to one side, "Oh,
hello there. How are you settling into candidacy, Vasmar?" She smiles,
"And no need for formality yet."
Zahlia
grins at Vasmar as Violath gives a little snort behind her. She chuckles
glancing in Violath's direction before looking back to Vasmar, "Violath
says you aren't getting away with anything, she's got her eye on all of you in
case she has to deal with you later" She grins at Elfarran, "already
taking her new job seriously"
Elfarran
nods back to Zahlia, and then to the green, before smiling, "And how are
you doing, Briny?"
Vasmar
doesn't look as though he's concerned about Briny's question regarding Gabe and
replies, "you'll have to ask him I think, he wouldn't tell me
anymore." As Briny moves away from him he puts his hands behind his back,
his work towel fluttering from the side of his pants where he stuffed it.
"Just practicing." He tells Elfarran, "and it's good so far--in
a sureal sort of way." He eyes Violath and then grins to Zahlia,
"deal with me? How does a dragon deal with someone?"
Briny
reaches a hand up to coil a single finger in her hair, wrapping it round and
round then releasing it again. Forgetting about Gabe for the time being, she
rustles up something of a smile that is a bit more genuine. "Oh, I'm
good," she responds to Elf's query before flickering a glance on over to
Zahlia, smile curious.
Violath
is giving Vasmar baleful look as she moves a little closer to the hall. She
warbles to Zahlia who rolls her eyes. Zahlia grins at Vasmar, "I have no
idea, I try not to contemplate what she has in her mind" Zahlia's voice
lowers slightly as she comments, "she's a little touchy right now.."
Violath returns a snort at her lifemates comment and moves a little closer.
Vasmar
holds out a hand towards Violath, "oh, don't worry. I'm not doing anything
wrong. Honest!ly lady dragon." He glances at Zahlia, "She's your
lifemate though. You know what she's thinking." He pauses and makes it a
question, "don't you?"
Elfarran
smiles a bit, looking over Violath with a practiced eye, but not saying a word
yet as she looks at the other two, "It doesn't always work that way.
Dragons are their own people, they are just very close to us." She would
know, right?
Zahlia
grins over at Vasmar, "but usually she tells me what's she's on about..
and you know sometimes.. it's downright disturbing.." She says teasing the
young man obviously. Though it is somewhat unsettling how Violath settles at
the base of the steps peering over at the four her tail twitching at the end
like that. Dragons are always nice to people, right?
Briny
glances over to the dragon gathering all of the attention for a moment, eyes
crinkling in the corners as she squints before glancing away. Keeping her
silence for the time being, her smile grows slightly at the 'disturbing'
comments.
Vasmar's
eyebrow arches up as he peers at Zahlia, "eh? Well, you did say she was
close to getting proddy didn't you?" He can't help but look a little on
edge at the green's stare, glancing warily at the dragons several times.
"Anyway--how are you two? Zahlia? Elfarran?"
Elfarran
laughs as her quiet observation is confirmed, "That explains it then, and
I'm doing quite well, Vasmar. Been trying to make sure everything is ready for
all the new candidates."
Zahlia
chuckles at Vasmar's look then snorts over in Violath's direction, "oh she
informs me she most certainly has /no/ interest in males.. which is a sure
sign.." Violath gives another irritated sounding snort and shifts to get a
better look around her rider in Vasmar's direction. Zahlia ignores her
lifemate's agitated behavior and smiles over at Vasmar again, "how are you
settling in? Any new roommates yet?" She nods towards Elfarran, "We
were just wondering if any new candidates had been brought in since you were
searched."
"Proddy?"
Briny echoes. Fear the proddy. Another swift glance is cast to the green
dragon, an equally wary glance to her rider, and then she is mustering up yet
another wry smile. "Didn't she just clutch the other day? I wouldn't
imagine there would be so many candidates already, would there be?"
Vasmar
drops his hand to his side an then tucks them behind his back, "everything
has been great as far as I'm concerned. Although I haven't had a lot of time to
worry about much at this point." He grins over at Briny's warriness and
answers here, "the eggs were clutched not long ago and I'd say there's a
small handful of us candidates. I think I saw three new faces just this
afternoon. They could have been just visiting though, I didn't have much time.
:)
Elfarran
laughs, "Briny, we like to gather as many qualified candidates as
possible, so the hatchlings have plenty of choices. And while it will be a
little while, the sooner they get to know each other and touch the eggs, the
better."
Zahlia
grins at Briny, "don't worry, most of her irritability is directed at me..
noone else need fear her unless they are male dragons.. then, they are on their
own" She dimples seeming more amused than anythign else about her dragon's
mood. She does give an odd glance up and back at her dragon when she leans her
head closer and gives a warble. She looks back at Vasmar, "though I've
never seen her quite this interested in a male human before.. that's a new
one." She nods to Elfarran, "and with.. what was it 32? or 34 eggs on
the sands?.. either way with that many, you'll see lots of new faces soon."
Briny's
cheeks take on a fine pink tint that stems from her embarrassment. "Ohhhh,
okay." And then continues on, a hand reaching around so that fingers rub
at the back of her neck, "I'm sorry. I suppose I haven't really payed all
that close attention to the process or anything like that."
Zahlia
looks back again slightly startled when Violath warbles again and gives a
meaningful look at her lifemate. The green dragon is looking more than slightly
frustrated with her lifemate as Zahlia gazes back at her. She looks back with
eyebrows raised in Vasmar and Briny's direction. She huhs then looks back at
Violath, "you sure?" The responding warble and smug look on the
green's face settle the question and she looks back to Briny curiously.
Vasmar
grins back at Zahlia's lifemate, not seeming too worried about her irritation,
though his posture if of someone holding himself on edge. "What's this?
She doesn't like men?" He shakes his head and wanders over to join Briny,
"so..." he glances at the two riders and then lowers his voice to
Briny, "about that walk...." he bobs his head towards the Landing
Field.
Elfarran
looks over at Vasmar, "Most proddy females act a little peculiar, though
invariably, they come to dislike the males, at least until they are
caught." Whether she is talking about the dragons or riders is anyones
guess, though her expression is too amused to not be partially a teasing
remark.
Zahlia
shakes her head and laughs a little bit, "actually.. I owe my poor girl
and apology, I'm afraid I'm not used to this particular behavior myself so
didn't realize what she was so irritated about until she spelled it out for
me." She grins at Vasmar, "and no walks for either of you I'm
afraid..." She takes a few steps over to stand in front of Briny, "Her
Highness Violath has informed me that she would like me to extend an invitation
to stand for Leyrith and Coluth's clutch, if you would be so kind as to accept.
Will you stand?"
"I
suppose it depends on the man as well?" Briny quips slightly, before
glancing to Elf, "Yeah... peculiar." Again, echoing the sentiments of
the rider as she shoots Zahlia and her lifemate another odd glance. Odd, very
odd. Scary. She blinks out of this contemplation at Vasmar's nudging words,
lowering her voice, "If you think you can get away..." Maybe they
could slink off separately and thus be able to avoid suspicion? More plotting.
A slight nod of agreement to Vasmar, a step off to the side, and her hand waves
as if to give the riders her farewell. Well, she /was/ planning to do that. Blink.
Blinkblink. "Pardon?"
Zahlia
grins, "Violath thinks you should be on the sands when Leyrith's latest
clutch, hatches.. she's really not one to be put off I'm afraid. So would you
do Monaco the honor of becoming one of our newest candidates?" She waits for
this to sink in since she seems to have startled Briny.
Vasmar
gives Elfarran an amused grin, "I...have to assume you mean the male
dragons. Although the thought of male humans running around after a green or
gold /is/ entertaining." To Zahlia he blinks, "no walks? Wait a
moment, we're allowed to go on walks! What's wrong with walks? Everyone
walks." Then he catches the question through his grumbled protest and
shoots a look at Briny, rubbing his hand over the side of his face. "well....well,
well, well."
Elfarran
turns to look at Briny, obviously waiting for the answer to that burning
question as well, "It certainly will be exciting."
Just
the slightest of frowns draws on Briny's lips, causing the rest of her features
to look almost comical with her speculative eyes and knitted brows. A searching
glance is cast over Zahlia, as if trying to pick apart what was just said, or
even asked. "I'm sorry... what?" Give her a moment. A breath later,
maybe two, and finally her mind puzzles out what was requested of her. And you
can tell. Not quite a glowbasket opening over her head, but something very
close to that with her expression. "Ohhhh! Oh." She chuckles softly,
and then blinks once more. "Are you sure she means /me/...?"
Violath
peers over at Briny with a bright warble as if in answer to Briny's question.
Zahlia grins back at Violath before returning her gaze to Briny, "Oh she's
quite adamant, besides Vasmar was searched yesterday, Elfarran has a dragon and
there really isn't anyone left.. so I'm sure, she'd really like you to become a
candidate, and look at that face" Zahlia looks back at Violath who is
peering quite intently in Briny's direction, "how could you refuse?"
She glances to Vasmar, "would you refuse her?.. I wouldn't refuse
her.." She grins over at Briny, "I can give you the formal version
again if it helps?"
Elfarran
laughs, shaking her head as well, "I wouldn't either. Briny, dragons just
know. We don't know how or why, but they do, some better then others. But, you
don't have to accept, if you don't want to."
Vasmar
looks at Briny in understanding and nods his head, smiling from ear to ear,
this is fun stuff! He crosses his arms over his chest and looks from rider to
would-be-candidate with an arch of his eyebrow. "I think she'd cry if
Briny said no." He remarks, watching the green dragon.
Zahlia
grins at Elfarran and Vasmar before looking back to Briny, "she has never
searched anyone before, so you'd be the first person she's ever found
acceptable.. Elfarran is correct though, this is question, not a demand"
Violath, however, croons somewhat pitifully behind Zahlia at the suggestion
that Briny may say no.
Briny
flickers a glance to Vasmar, looking for something, before looking away and
back to Zahlia. The girl mutters something under her breath,and so very, very
wry. But in the next breath she is looking back up, an almost uneasy smile
perched on her lips. "Well, I suppose I could do that. I mean... sure, why
not?" Tense shoulders manage something of a shrug, before she is looking
at the green with confusion once more.
Elfarran
turns back, as if about to walk down the steps again, "Well, if you are,
let's get you settled into the barracks. I'll do the paperwork and Zahlia can
fill you in on the details while I do that. And Vasmar can help get your things
moved."
Violath
gives a triumphant bugle that causes Zahlia at least to cover her ears for a
moment. She gives a strained smile, "you'll have to excuse her, she's
excited.." She nods over to Briny, "right this way, it's handy that
the barracks are here and Vasmar can even help you settle in.." and heads
towards the barracks, while Violath settles herself in a smug little lump of
green dragon.
Zahlia
walks off southeastwards to the pair of smaller buildings that make up the
candidate barracks.
Zahlia
has left.
Vasmar
winks back at Briny, catching her looking his way and his smile widens.
"Wait till you hear the list of rules though!" Too late for Briny to
back out now isn't it? He tries not to look too amused but he's too happy to
hold himself back from the huge grin that overtakes his face, "Right! I
can help you!" He winces at the bugle and then moves to join the new
canddiate and Zahlia, a bounce to his step.
Elfarran
walks off southeastwards to the pair of smaller buildings that make up the
candidate barracks.
Elfarran
has left.
High
aloft above the weyr, Evelenth wings in from the open sky above the cliffs of
the weyr.
Briny
gives Vasmar something along the lines of an apologetic glance, before she is
looking to the bugling green with alarm. What did she just agree to do?
"Uhm... Yeah." Either uneasy or stunned, or even both, she trails
after the others in what could be a daze.
You
amble southeastwards to the pair of smaller buildings that make up the candidate
barracks.
Candidate
Barracks - Monaco Weyr(#497RAFJ$)
These two structures feature open central
rooms with triple tiers of bunks lining the walls. They are joined by a small
tiled deck that bridges a narrow canal. They are filling with small numbers of
candidates. The men are taking the structure on the east, females are settling
into the bunks in the building nearest the commons.
Contents:
Elfarran
Zahlia
Chore
Board
a slimy
toad named Lathen
Firelizard
Perch(#841MOVae$)
Obvious
exits:
Commons
Vasmar
ambles in from the wide green commons outside.
Vasmar
has arrived.
Zahlia
pauses at the door and let's Briny and the rest enter before she speaks again,
"Just take any cot that hasn't already been claimed.. There's the basic
rules, no drinking, no sex, and, of course, we know you candidates take things
seriously enough you'd /never/ pull any pranks.. Basically all the fun stuff is
off limits until after the hatching.. Faranth help you if you impress because
then you have another year of no fun stuff"
Wait.
What kind of rules are those? A protest rises to her lips, "What? We
can't..." And, thankfully, she trails off with the better part of valor.
Briefly she scowls, before her brows ease once more with a sigh, "Well,
okay..." A rebelious glance is flickers to Vasmar before she is all smiles
and sweetness to Zahlia once more.
Zahlia
has to cover a quick smile at that look between Briny and Vasmar, "it
might be of interest to note that those who become pregnant, accidentally or not,
aren't allowed to stand for impression.. it's really in your best
interest" She grins, "and I know you two are all about following the
rules, I can see it in your eyes"
Zahlia
smiles, "well I'm sure you two have a lot to talk about..." she grins
almost archly, "Vasmar can introduce you to all your new roomies I'm
sure.. Violath requires a bath now that she's spent so much energy picking the
best candidate for the new clutch.. or so she tells me.. so it's off with me..
take care!"
Zahlia
walks off northwestwards to the wide green commons outside.
Zahlia
has left.
Vasmar
sighs softly at Zahlia's reminder and a pained expression settles on his face,
"well, it's not that long." he notes aloud and then heads towards the
place where his cot is in the corner. "This is my little spot...for what
it's worth."
Briny
trails after Vasmar, following him 'til they reach the cot. And, once there,
she simply drops down to sit upon it. She quirks a glance back over to him,
"Mind telling me what just happened?" Still a little dazed? You bet.
Vasmar
flops down on the edge of the cot, "you were searched. That is, they asked
you to stand for the hatching and you foolishly said yes. Same as I did."
He sighs. "Do you know what that means? Nothing but work for the next...who
knows how long."
Briny
winces and then groans. With a sigh, she leans over to slump against him,
"Well, I suppose I'm going to find out, eh?" And then she babbles
further, "But I did say yes, and I must have a reason for doing that. I
mean, after all, I've never been... Searched? Is that right? Searched? I've
never had this happen to me before, nor have I ever really thought about it.
Well, besides from the odd dream, but other than that..." She blinks,
looking back to him, "Am I making any sense whatsoever?"
Vasmar
nods to Briny, "it's an honor, that's why you said hi. At least that's why
I did and since I've never been searched before...why not humor them a
little." He chuckles to himself and nods to Briny, "I can understand
you, yup! Feel the same myself." He nods his head slowly.
I don't
see that here.
Set.
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Briny's
smile softens at his words. "I suppose I'll be in much brighter spirits
tomorrow, either that or rueing the day that I accepted to do this." A sigh
takes her form before she reaches over to pat his leg lightly, "I don't
suppose they'll let me sneak into your cot as easily as I did in the dorms,
eh?" She pushes up before glancing about the somewhat vacant room.
"But if I put my cot near yours they can't object to that, right?"
The desire to be by something/one familiar is somewhat strong for some reason.
Vasmar
frowns, "I'm afraid it was stressed very heavily that we were not
to....have sexual relations. What will it hurt to restrain ourselves for at
least a little while?" He winks, his smile reasuring, his attitude full of
humor at this twist of events. "This is going to be great fun. C'mon, get
that cot right here by mine. That way I don't have to miss you TOO much."
He gives her a warm smile.
"Actually,
I think I'm going to run back over to the dorms and pick up my duffel. And then
I'll stop by the headwoman's to make sure she knows what is up," Briny
says, moving to stand once more. She glances down to him, "I hope that
doesn't mean snuggling as well." Her voice drops into a deliberately
theatric tone, exaggerating, "I can just feel the irons of repression
being shackled to me. Help, I'm being repressed!" With that, she skips out
the door to take up her things.
Vasmar
swings his pillow at Briny's backside with a laugh and shakes his head,
"Go you little imp! I'll make sure someone else doesn't take your
cot." He winks and calls after her, "I think we could sneak in
snuggles...so long as people don't get the wrong idea!"