6/19/2002

12:38 AM

Logfile from Sk'lar.

 

             

Main Living Cavern

Melodic laughter rings throughout the spacious cavern as riders socialize with one another, boasting of adventures a-dragonback, and gossiping about stodgy wingleaders and sordid affairs. Drudges rush past you, their arms laden with dishes and mugs of Klah, desperate to relieve themselves of their burden while pesky 'lizards inhibit their progress.

The light from the glows warmly illuminates the domed cavern and shimmers off the walls as miniscule mineral particles reflect the soft lighting like twinkling stars blanketed in a wintry gray sky. Numerous tables lie scattered across the room, some large enough to hold a whole wing of riders while others were made only for two.  Towards the back, a large hearth breathes soul soothing warmth into weary bodies as its flames dance with hypnotic grace and puppet flickering shadows across the spacious stone stage.     Sultry, mouth-watering aromas float in from a small archway that leads to the kitchens while chattering can be heard emanating from a wide hallway.

Flopped atop various perches are Fallon and Sanctus.

You see A small runnerbeast carving, kitten carving, Reni, and Telgar Weyr Menu here.

From here you can go:

Lower Caverns             Bowl                       Infirmary                

Kitchen                   Gaming Room                                         

Sk'lar has arrived.

Dany has arrived.

 

Dany

Wide spread doe-like eyes glimmer darkly, framed by thick midnight lashes above which dark arching brows extend. Pert button nose sits cutely above ripe rosy lips, often quirked into a smile revealing her darling dimples. Clipped locks of chocolate and mocha feather about her heart-shaped face in fae tumbling curls, that just fit under a riding cap. No longer hiden by mahoganey locks her elegant neck leads to lush curves heralding her femininity in the most beguiling way. Time spent in weyrling chores and looking after her life-mate have already whittled her frame to give her an almost angular apperance beneath her womanly curves. Gold kissed skin belays the hours she has spend under the warmth of Rukbat's rays.

Midnight swirls and undulates the suggestive cut of Dany's riding jacket, iridescent gleamings of amethyst and ruby dapple darkly along the original patterns of the dark leather. Cut just so, it offers maximum protection against the biting cold of between and maximum exposure of her assets, mostly covered by a simple absinthe tunic with a delightfully low cut neckline. A thick leather belt keeps her jacket close to her waist and holds her black wher-hide trousers up. Clinging to the length of her legs and appearing almost painted on they follow her form so closely. Just below her knee her magical trousers are tucked into boots. And what marvelous boots they are! The well-heeled wher-hide glows blackly, lovingly polished and cared for. Reaching almost to her knees, the cuffs are turned back to reveal soft emerald green.

She wears the customary knot of a Telgari Wing Rider, white and black, with a single azure ribbon.

She is awake and looks alert.

Smiles are more apt to curl about her lips and let her dimples dance. Dark eyes sparkle, Seems someone is well and truely besotted

Dany just looked at you.

 

Sk'lar is roving around the hearth-side table, picking out this and that from the offerings upon it. A bowl of stew cupped in one hand, a plate of this-and-that in the other hand and two fingers curled around the handle of a mug filled with what is prolly ale. He seems to consider a plate of cookies, but seeing as his hands are filled, getting any is pretty much well a moot point. Ah well.

 

Dany trot's in right smartly, heels tapping a rapid tattoo across the floor as she makes her way directly to the food.  Some of it she deposit's on a plate, some of it she stashes in a small leather pouch 'for later'.  Turning around, biscuit in mouth she spots Sk'lar.  "Mmmph mm hmmmphmm"  She attempts speach,  Chewing her mouthful carefully and rolling her eyes she tries again.  "Hello Sky,  Did you hear?"

 

Lii has arrived.

 

Sk'lar arches dark eyebrows at Dany and her new form of communication. "Next time, you might want to consider draconic lines of speaking next time you want to tell another rider something with your mouth full." He follows those words up with a wink. He looks from the plate of cookies to his own plate to Dany, "Uhhh... could you...?"

 

Dany is used to serving really, and she loves it...really, well maybe not.  Swinging her pouch and plate to one hand she takes the plate of cookies and slinks towards the nearest table.  "Anyway"  She continues.  "Tenraith and I are your newest wing-buddies"  She burbles.  "Arent you excited?"  The bluelet teases.

 

Sk'lar flickers a very appreciative smile to Dany for grabbing the plate. He trails after her. "Yeah, that's what I've heard." A little too many wing changes if you ask him. "But, it is very nice to see you in the wing now. You'll like the Skimmers. How is being a full rider working for you so far?"

Dany removes a skin from under her jacket and fills her glass.  "Would you like some?"  She asks of the bronzer.  "Its a nice little fizzy wine, from Lemos, at least thats what Orth told me"  She shrugs and takes a sip.  "I like it, I mean I cant take a little wine now and then with dinner again.  And yeah I rank higher than a weyrling"  She grins, letting her dimples shine briefly.

 

Lii wanders in, wanders back out, bumps into something on the fly, and swerves back in. Bluerider pinball, anyone?

 

Sk'lar takes a seat as well, settling down his plate and bowl and mug of frothy ale. Mug is eyed, skin is eyed... Awwww, Faranth. "The sparkling kind?" he queries further, clearly interested. "Well, I wouldn't mind just a little, mind you." His smile nearly matches hers, only he has but a solitary dimple, "Nice to get the full knot, isn't it?'

 

Dany nods as she pours the beverage.  "You betcha, also I dont know, contirbuting to the weyr is good"  She shrugs, tucking inot her meal with the occaisional sip of wine.  "Ever thought about becoming just a regular rider again?"  She asks, and yes she is going somewhere with this.

Sk'lar quirks a glance to Dany, gaze peeping out from beyond his dark forelock. "Me? That would be impossible. Regular?" He snickers softly, reaching for his spoon to delve it into the stew.

 

Dany shrugs and chew's.  "Well you know what I mean, give up your wing second role"  She shrugs.  "It's just I miss it thats all, I know it was only the weyrling wing, but yeah"  Sigh, munch.  "Its a little difficult letting go"

 

Sk'lar's smile just grows and grows and grows at Dany's words. He chews lazily, swallows, and then flickers his glance over to her. "Ohhhh, I apologize for keeping your knot from you. You do realize, don't you... that weyrlings don't just claim a title right after graduation, right?" Uhhhh, yeah. "So, plain-Jane, /regular/ wingrider you shall be, for now..." With all the promotions going on right now, Sky is feeling a little left out, not to mention disgruntled.

 

Dany rolls her eyes.  "Fine then I wont bond with you.  I was only saying it was a little weird.  I wasnt saying that I should get it straight away, or at your expense."  She snaps , before continuing her meal, sipping on her wine she avoids looking at Sk'lar for the moment. 

 

Did someone say weird? Fully recovered from her previous collision, Lii bounds into the caverns at break-neck speed, singing in a sweetly off-key voice about a purple dragon with a soft spot for barbequing felines.

Sk'lar chuckles low in his throat, leaning towards her. "You know what, my dear... if you pout like that, Ri would be giving you any kind of complicated knot. Show her that you deserve it. Why the shards else do you think I was passed over?" Because he has been a bit of a delinquent lately? Naaahhhhh.

 

Dany frowns "You were passed over?  For what?"  The bluelet asks, leaning forward slightly.  "And I wasnt pouting, just a little out of sorts"  She blushes.  "Tenraith is insaitaible"  She whispers in mock-horror.

 

Ri arrives.

 

Lii begins arranging a plate of celery for herself. She's quiet, now, having remembered that the caverns really are just as terribly boring as Asuenoth told her they would be.

 

Sk'lar smirks softly, obviously having let his mouth run off a little too much. Disgruntled? You bet. Must be a loosened tongue from her wine... or his whine. "Oh, nothing." Spoon swishes about in his bowl of stew for a few more moments. He blinks back at Dany, lowering his voice to a stage-whisper as well, "Insatiable?"

 

Dany widen her eyes and nods.  "Pretty much, at the moment at least.  Every single green that has gone up in the last sevenday he's chased."  She grins.  "And I'm the exhausted one"  Wink, and back to her food.

Lii eats her celery ceremoniously while eavesdropping on as many different conversations as possible as she bobs aimlessly through the tabletry.

 

Ri wanders into the cavern, feeling the weight of her now fairly advanced pregnancy. Not unhappy about her current physical state, but frazzled still about who might be the daddy, she catches the end of Dan'ys comment. "Well, where was your blue when Liuth flew?" Anyone would have been better then E'ur, specially under the circumstances.

No ' in Dany..:>

 

Sk'lar chuckles once more, reaching over to take the glass of wine once more and take a long drink. "Mmmmmm. See, and here people go on and on about how the riders of the females have it bad..." That is one thing he could prattle on and on about. "Lusty dragons can be exhausting... but I tend to take pride in it." *grin* But, that grin naturally fades a touch as Ri approaches.

 

Dany blushes.  "Um He wasnt chasing when she flew ma'am, it was just after actually."  She frowns trying to remember when exactly his randiness started.  "Oh thats right, he wanted to make Aiswenath jealous"  She flutters her hand airly, and takes a somewhat defiant sip from her mug.  Winking at Sk'lar she adds.  "I wouldnt mind so much, but the riders are usually straight, or not straight if you know what I mean"

 

Lii sits down and promptly falls asleep.

 

Ri says, "But Dany.." The woman is in a serious mood for the moment (what's new)... "You know that doesn't matter during a flight, and who would want anything afterwards?" Shudder at the thought of E'ur in any way shape or form. "especially if Tenraith is happy."

 

Sk'lar flickers a glance from Ri back to Dany, "Well, the mechanics tend to be an issue... and appearances afterwards. But, it's just dragonlust, and yes... sometimes, the emotions and desires of the humans can effect a flight." But, he isn't a weyrlingmaster of any shape or form, so... So, he shrugs and gets back to his stew.

 

Dany wrinkles her nose and shrugs.  "Well I'm full and I'm off"  She declares in lieu of continuing her conversation .  "Thank you for the company Sk'lar, Ma'am"  And with that the bluelet is off through the entrance way to her overly active life-mate.

 

Dany slinks with a swish of her hips toward Northern Curve of the Bowl.

 

Ri says, "ma'am?" What is with that? "Do I look like a ma'am?" A wave to the skimmer and a sigh as the poor over-full demi-rider sits at Sk'a table, not even thinking to ask. "So, what do you think, am I really a 'ma'am?""

 

Sk'lar glances after Dany, offering her a wan grin, "Any time, rider. Any time. And be sure to bring more of the wine." The wink that follows is quick and slightly teasing. He reaches over for the plate of cookies that the bluerider brought over, cracking one in two. He flickers a glance to Ri, "Well, you're old enough, I suppose."

Sk'lar snugs L'is! L'is quickly wraps you up in toilet paper and shoves in a sour smelling closet. Nobody will ever find you there!!!

 

Ri says, "I'm not yet 23 turns! How dare you say that." Sniff, sniff.. Poor greenie is aghast. "Do I really look that old? That 'ma'am-like?" Ohh.. hormones.. how much fun. Isn't Hunter a lucky man? Eyes snap at Sk'.. "And where is my salute? Niether of you offered one!" Not that she really wnats one, mind, but hey, she is riding the baby wave now. "Is that any way to treat your wingleader?"

 

Sk'lar gives up a weary sigh, moves to his feet, and does the proverbial salute. Granted, it isn't crisp like the weyrling salutes have to be, but it isn't mocking nor should there be anything to complain about from it. "Twenty-three? You're really that old?... Wow. I had no idea."

Sk'lar snugs Q'lan! Q'lan is engulfed in the snug quite before he knows what's happening, and returns it with quiet warmth.

 

Ri sighs and just glares at Sk' "I said I wasn't yet 23.. not that I am 23. Now just..." Grrr.. can she actually order him to shut up? Heck, she can try.." If you can't be plesant, you can just shut up!" And then an "Oh!' Sky, the baby! It just kicked!" Suddenly she is no longer upset, distressed or any other negative emotion.. "I can't believe it!

 

Sk'lar drops back down into his seat, blinking owlishly at her. He reaches for another cookie and begins to munch on it. *chew-chew-chew* Granted, it is one of those lazy chews that he really seems not to care much about doing it. A frown draws down at his dark eyebrows as he eyes her, the stomach, and back again with a skeptical eye. Note, not a word is coming from his mouth. Nope. Nothing.

 

Ri catches the look and lack of comment and just as suddenly as the bad mood lifted, it's back. "And just what is so unpleasant that you can't speak to me? Dare you tell me you disapprove of my having a baby?" She waits to hear his answer to that accusation.

 

Sk'lar rolls his eyes at her words before popping another cookie into his mouth. More lazy chewing as he looks at just about every where else but at her. Eventually, his gaze turns back to her and shoulders shrug. Well, she did tell him to shut up.

 

Ri fumes, the pregnancy may be causing mood swings, but that Sky-boy is deliberately antagonising her, she just knows it. "Sk'lar, as your wingleader, I insist you explain the meaning of that look." Fingers are twitchy and she aches to do . something. "Now, I order you to explain yourself."

 

Sk'lar takes a moment to finish his chewing. Actually, it is a /very/ long moment, too long. When he is apparently satisfied that it is all done, throat clears and he speaks, "Uh... what look would that be... exactly? Could you show it to me? That would be most helpful." And nearly every word out of his mouth is just tickling along the lines of being mocking.

 

Ri says, "Let me start again.. Have you a problem with my being pregnant, WingSecond?" Ohhhhh Titles... Now she is flaring, if she were a dragon, those eyes would be yellow, tinged with red. "So, I suggest you start over and give me a direct answer."

 

Sk'lar licks his lips before looking to her, "Now... why would I have a problem with my pregnant and newly-appointed wingleader? Hrm? Maybe you could help me figure that one out, Wingleader..." He watches her with boyish innocence, utterly and completely faux.

 

Ri says, "I am sure I can't imagine, unless it's just another rememberance of a failed flight for Kahlen?" Eyes sharpen to brittle points, or so it seems.. sapphire color deepened to almost black. "Maybe you just feel a bit upset because your bronze couldn't even catch a small green. "

 

Sk'lar just peers at Ri for the longest moment. Utter silence, and then he bursts out laughing. Now /this/ is mocking laughter. And it seems to take some time for him to be able to speak once more, "Are you kidding me? Are you honestly kidding me? A failed flight? Shells, Ri. I couldn't be /happier/ that it was E'ur that was the one who... uh, got wrangled into your mess."

 

Annie has arrived.

 

Ri says, "Mess? This is what you honestly believe? That this baby is a mess? Why you.. presumptious little boy!" She stands now, all five feet of her and clenches her hands as they stand by her side. "If you feel that way, I can't imagine how you must feel about taking any orders from me. Maybe.. just maybe.. " The Weyrwoman isn't noticed at this point, her anger is all geared towards the bronzxerboy. "I think your position as wingsecond needs to be reconsidered Consider yourself suspended until you can get your head on straight about myself and my 'mess' as you so nicely put it."

 

Annie slips into the caverns, looking like something akin to a lost weyrling (albeit, a weyrling with a few wrinkles) -- she even wears a worn, faded Istan weyrling uniform. She wears it for comfort; it is most definitely 'broken in'. The thin woman uses sharp elbows to deter people from her path: a path toward those few bubbly pies left. She snatches one up, then a raised voice -- the word 'suspended' -- catches her ear. She swivels. She stalks on up to /just/ behind Sk'lar. "You finally got yourself suspended, eh? Ha!" she crows, loud voice near his ear.

 

"What?!" Sky bellows, coming to his feet fast enough so that the chair topples to the floor behind him. He just stares at her, astonished, flabbergasted, and just plain mad. "Are you /that/ vindictive.... that eager to show off that you would..." He sighs loudly, smirking, "Unbelievable." As Annie comes up behind him, he turns about quick enough that if the goldrider isn't quick, she might just get shouldered aside, "Ohhhhh, just shut up."

 

Ri says, "That was uncalled for, wingrider!" Voice in total control suddenly, Ice where there had been fire. "I will take that knot now. And I expect to see you in my office come first light tomorrow. I have many messages that will need immediate delivery." She will not tolerate any rudeness, regardless of his personal feeling, especially toward the Weyrwoman. "And I will expect a full written report on what knots belong on what rider.. in full descrption.""

 

Annie isn't quick today, no, not by a long shot, and she catches the bronzerider's movement in the chest. The force of the impact knocks her back, and she lands on her bony buttocks on the hard, stone floor. She winces. Many others around her wince, too, but for other reasons (like their personal safety after such an incident with the Weyrwoman). The wince is quickle replace by a scowl, and with one heavily-booted heel, she lashes out, aiming to make firm impact with Sk'lar's shin. "Don't talk to me that way!" she hisses, half of the hiss pain, the other sheer ire.

 

Sk'lar fairly tears off the knot from his shoulder, the sound of fabric tearing as well. "Fine. If you are so fardling hot and bothered to show off, take the sharding thing." He doesn't toss it onto the table but instead lets it fall to the floor. "Keep it in  a sharding case on a fardling pedestal in the middle of your <censored> office. Enjoy the power trip. We'll just see how long you last." He seems to be oblivious to Annie's fall to the ground, but at the last of impact on his leg... Oh, he notices that. Another flurry of curses that are enough to make a sailor blush issue from his mouth, courtesy of the Bitran influence and other assorted personages he learned it from. "Then don't be hissing in my ear like some belly-slinking tunnelsnake. You know what you were doing."

 

Ri ignores the knot.. quivering angry as she regards the bronzer. "Help your weyrwoman up, now." Is spoken between clenched teeth. "I am warning you know... If you say one more negative, nasty or horridly rude comment I will ground you from the wing." She means it, push her and see...

 

Annie scrambles to standing in the most dignified way she can, eyes still watering a bit from the pain of her fall. She won't be able to sit properly for /sevendays/. Anger is apparent in her expression and she begins, "Don't call me a--" But then she breaks off. A number of emotions cross her features: the surprise of realization, concern, and finally a manufactured smile of utter sweetness. "You know, Sk'lar," she begins, tone carefully controlled, "You're right. I was out of line. I shouldn't have done that, and now I feel bad." (She sounds as if she is reading from a badly-written script.) "Why don't you take a sevenday off? Take that sweet weyrmate of yours and go somewhere pretty." But behind those eyes, a calculating mind works: she knows full well her lifemate's current state, and oh, but does she have ulterior motives.

 

"Go ahead. Ground me before a fall. You /clearly/ don't know that we need every available rider out there now, especially with the newly graduated weyrlings. /Experienced/ riders. I know our wing and you /WingLeader/ don't... yet." Sky mutters, shaking his head from side to side at Ri. It isn't spoken loud or in obvious anger, just very soft and extremely articulate. He turns skeptical eyes upon Annie, watching her with a wariness beyond usual.

 

Ri says, "I didn't ground you Sk'. I said I would, if you didn't stop your nast mouth and I expect you will apologise to our Weyrwoman immediately. You may be more experianced, but notice you were /not/ chosen for this position, I was. Now, wingrider, apologise." Her voice is sharp, clear and clipped. Several Skyskimmers have made a semi-circle, a decent distance away, waiting to see the outcome. "That is not a request, it's an order."

 

Annie affects an expression of utter concern -- for, /really/, she is concerned about Sk'lar's well being and happiness. It might have come out of nowhere, but she is concerned! Really! She reaches out to pat the young man gently on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Sk'lar-- just make a little trivial apology to me like she wants, and I'll make /sure/ that you and Tarlin have a sevenday's leave approved /tonight/." Go on... Take it... You know you want to... Six days and seven nights on a tropical isle with your sweetie...

 

Now, normally... most people would be out and out flushed and ready to explode... but, Sky doesn't do that. Nope, it seems as though all the emotion from being stunned is leeched from him. Everything. Cold, almost dead eyes, flicker to Ri, "No, I wasn't." And it is quite the open wound. Next, he turns towards Annie, "I apologize for my actions. They were clearly a result as to the conversation I was having with my Wingleader. I'll just return to my duties... if that is okay with my Wingleader." Naturally, without the 'fancy' knot.

 

Ri *ahems* "As long as your duties include that knot report and preperations for messengaring services, that's fine."  The new wingleader may have made a mistake, but she will not back down now. "I expect to see a wingrider's knot on that shoulder within 24 hours."

 

Annie continues to pat mechanically at Sk'lar's shoulder, tsk'ing in total, artificial concern. Even if she /does/ applaud Ri's decision inwardly, she continues to display something akin to sympathy on the outside. "Oh, that was such a nice apology -- wasn't it a nice apology, Ri? -- so, well, go on now! Get that sweet little cook of yours and get on out of the Weyr! You have seven days of leave to /savor/." She seems a bit hasty in all this, really.

 

Its not like J'avia already had him doing messengering services before all of this anyway. Fardling youthful impertinence gets a guy into all kinds of trouble. Errr. Wait. Okay, now Sky is confuzzled. One is telling him to put on the knot and get ready for duties while the other meddling female is trying to get him and Tarlin on vacation. "Uhhhhh...."

 

Ri stares at Annie, trying to figure out just what the Weyrwoman's plan is. "If your Weyrwoman feels you and Tarlin need a vacation, far be it from me to interfere." She has no clue what Annie's about, but the wingleader is not about to contradict her.

 

Annie smiles a strange smile at Ri. "Thank you /so/ much, Wingleader," she coos. "I can just tell -- I can /feel/ -- that this poor boy is young and overworked and /needs/ to leave Telgar for a sevenday." A sevenday should be enough time, in her estimation, the way Serath is gleaming out there in the bowl. "Can I escort you outside to your dragon, Sk'lar, and help you come up with some vacation destinations? I know a few lovely places."

 

Sk'lar peers from one to the other and back again. With a dramatic snort he throws his hands up into the air before pointing figures as first one then the other, "When you two figure out how you wish to meddle in my life, be sure to let me know. I'll be /fascinated/ to know what the fardles you two have planned for me. Make sure to include any postings to remote cotholds, groundings, or any other sharding useless jobs that require my attention or groveling."

Ri says, "That's it.. Annie, I will defer to you if you insist, but I warned him that he would be grounded if he did not watch his tongue." Now the boy is spoken of in the third person, no longer worth a direct address. "Sk', I expect you to return to your weyr, find yoursdelf a simple rider's knot and not only do I expoct it on your shoulder, I expect one on Kahlen's straps as well. If Annie still want's you to go on vacation, you may do so.. After your report and any and all messages are delivered. "

 

Annie eyes Ri with something akin to alarm. Not that she wants to undermine Ri's authority, but she'll be damned if she's going to let him stay longer than he has to. "How about he does that when he gets back, eh, Ri?" she queries, eyeing the bowl anxiously. She /needs/ to get him out of here.

 

Sk'lar glances from one to the other yet again, and once more. "Okay, how about I let you two argue out my fate, hrm? You can leave a note on my weyr in the morning about how the argument went, okay?" He kicks his old knot to the side as he starts for the door.

 

Ri says, "Sk'lar, I expect to see you, reknotted and witha  knot on Kahlen tomorrow morning." She is not backing down on this. "Unless I give you express permission, you are not to leave the weyr."

 

Annie would normally respond viciously to not getting her way, but she merely creases her features into a frown, and meanders absently out to the bowl, completely dropping all thoughts of Sk'lar and Ri. Strange woman.

 

Message 94 of 94 on *Gossip (#165):

Date:     Wed Jun 19 00:44:43 2002 CDT

From:     Wouldn't ya like ta know!  :P

To:       *Gossip (#165) and *TelgarWeyr (#280)

Subject:  Knotless Wonder?

 

It was the end of a long day for a very pregnant wingleader and an argument was not what she was looking for.

But it seems that didn't matter, because a certain bronze wingsecond was ripe for just that.

What started out as an innocous-enough conversation between a few riders quickly degenerated into a shouting match between said Wingleader and WingSecond.

One thing led to another and in a heated moment knot was demanded and knot was tossed to the floor in response.

And in the midst of all this, Weyrwoman wandered, caught a sharp blow by stunned bronzer and tumbled to the ground.

So for now, the former WingSecond is reduced to a wingrider, and grounded to the weyr. (Don't believe the Weyrwoman, she isn't sending him on vacation now!)

And that's what happens when you cross a pregnant Wingleader. End of report.

 

Ri and tinyperfectempressgreen Liuth

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