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!"