9/17/2002

11:18 PM

Logfile from Sk'lar.

 

Lake Shore

This sparkling white beach surround the immense lake providing the weyr folk with plenty space for outdoor gatherings when weather permits. This is a popular place for firelizards and their larger cousins to sun throughout the turn.

There are some stones, that remind you of stepping stones heading to the noisy rock island in the middle of the lake.

   Light clouds wisk along high in the sky.   It is a fall midday.

Resting on the sandy beach, you see Gnare and Mayo.

You see Catirina and Oneko here.

Jiassae and Tarlin are here.

The following dragons are here: Innokasth

From here you can go:

Lake                      Central Bowl                                        

Training Grounds          Feeding Grounds                                     

 

Tarlin ahs. "Kinnae.  Her."  She peers at Jiassae for a moment, then grins again.  "I suppose.  You don't look much like her.  Least, I don't think you do."  She juts her chin in the direction of the water.  "But why fisherwoman?  You could be anything while you're here."

 

Sk'lar moves down the embakement and out onto the sands of the lake with little fanfare. With hands tucked into the pockets of his trous, sans riding jacket, he makes a line towards where Tarlin is -having had her pointed out to him by others along the way. "Afternoon," he offers.

Fiana saunters in from Center of the Bowl.

 

"I look more like my mother than Da they say." Jiassae replies lightly with a smile as she glances at the float to make sure it still bobs atop the water at the end of her line. Shrugging lightly, she answers the cook honestly. "Why not do something you know how to do? I've been fishing since I was old enough to hold a pole and bait my own hook. " A hand scritches at the feline as Oneko makes his way back licking his lips from his breakfast of fish, "It's not a bad job, and one that I enjoy for the most part. It's peaceful out here most days. " Flashing the cook another smile, she supplies the following comment: "Trust me, you don't want me in the kitchen. I only know how to cook fish."

 

Fiana strolls idly through the bowl, she stops periodically to chat with any random rider who happens along her path--the topic amiable and casual, as each encounter lasts only a moment and then she continues on her langorous way.  She nears the lake and turns slightly, angling her way towards the shoreline.

 

Tarlin grins as she reaches a hand out to her weyrmate.  "Yes, well.  While we might not want you in the kitchens, I'm sure there could be something else you could do.  This lake doesn't support a whole lot of fish, you know.  Afternoon, love," she greets Sk'lar.

 

"Nothing wrong with cooking fish, just as long as you know how to cook it right." Of course, Sky isn't all that huge a fan of fish, having lived well in-land all of life. Even that of the fresh-water variety. "But, if you only cooked it, who would we have to catch it?" He flashes Jiassae a wink before taking the offered hand and only pulling Tarlin closer to him. He glances back to the fisher, "What about during winter? Granted, this lake stays warm all throughout, but do you still fish from it?"

 

Jiassae greets the bronzerider as he approaches where she sits upon a small boulder, her pole in hand, and bucket of bait at her side. "You'd be surprised by the amount of fish this lake supports, if one knows the best places to fish from." Grinning, she nods to another fisherman as he makes his way around the lake, a casting net in hand. "Busy night, Linnor?" is teased back at the older male since he's usually as early to rise as Jiassae is herself. "And, just because it's cold outside, doesn't mean the fish aren't still hungry. I don't understand why people believe one can't fish during the winter as well as they can during the summer.."

 

Fiana grins as she approaches, "Between the bathing dragons and the hordes of firelizards around here, I'm surprised we have any fish at all in this lake.  Good day Tarlin, Weyrleader," she nods to the pair, and nods to the unfamiliar Jiassae as well, "Good day.  Have you had much luck so far?"

 

Tarlin points at the fish she'd help Jiassae to land. "One, so far," she replies.  "As for fishing in the winter," she huddles up against Sk'lar, "It gets /cold/ out here.  I wouldn't want to be out here before first light even triply bundled."  She nods to Fi.  "And how are you, Weyrwoman Fiana?" she asks, a hint of the imp in the question.

 

"And if there are not dragons bathing in the vicinity," Sky quips lightly. He doesn't look quite abashed at Jiassae's 'scholding', only to shrug his shoulders. "Well, that would be why we leave it all up to the experts as us ignorants go about our deluded lives." Another wink is flashed the fisher's way, before attention is drawn to Fiana. Quirked grin is offered to Fiana, "A pleasure, as always, Fiana. What brings you down here? Enjoying the day?" The bronzer looks mildly impressed at the fish, and then blinks back to Tarlin, teasing in his tone, "Just one?"

 

"So far." is quipped back to the bronzer as the new arrival is greeted with a respectful nod of her head. "Good morn to you too." She'd offer a hand, but figures the goldrider wouldn't appreciate the scent that clings to her hand from fish and bait. "We find enough fish in the lake to add to the serving board's offerings." What more could they wish for, hmm?

 

Fiana leans over and inspects the single catch surreptitiously.  She nods, not one to be a good judge of the size or quality of a fish unless its well cooked and unrecognizable as a fish.  "It's a good day to enjoy, so it seems," she smiles and straightens, loops her thumbs over her belt.  

 

Tarlin sticks her tongue rather gracelessly out at her weyrmate.  "/I've/ been busy baking those pastries you so love all morning," she retorts, giving him a jab in the ribs as she always does.  She nods in agreement with both Jiassae and Fiana.  "And I do enjoy having something else to experiment with, though I have to admit that fish isn't exactly my forte.  And fall /is/ wonderful, isn't it?  I was thinking about taking a group of weyrbrats out to pick berries."

 

Sk'lar chuckles softly to Jiassae, bobbing his head in understanding. He then glances across to Fiana, "That it is. I think I enjoy this time of the turn the most. Harvesting and far more pleasant weather." His grin grows ever more at Tarlin's words, hitching a little at the nudge. "I'm sure the 'brats would appreciate a chance to run wild outside of the walls. Be sure to bring a small army to keep track of them."

 

Annie treads in from Center of the Bowl.

 

Jiassae decides that the pole is taking too much time, and after reeling the line in, sets it aside with the few others that lean against a boulder nearby. She laughs lightly, agreeing with the group, "Fall is certainly nice - the fish are nice and fat and just begging to be caught." Winking, she takes up the casting net that waits for her skillful hands, and after bowing to the group, makes her excuses and follows after Linnor. The sun is overhead, and it's time for some serious fishing.

 

Annie plods 'round the edge of the lake, clad in a billowing pinkish muumuu, faded blue shawl over her bony shoulders. She shuffles her feet through the sand, eyeing the troughs she makes thoughtfully. Voices, though, draw the overtly pregnant woman's attention, and she looks up. Faces are recognized. She continues to move toward them, straightening up slightly and attempting to look casual and /glowing/ -- she barely manages to master sluggish and /swollen/.

Jiassae snugs Sk'lar! Sk'lar gets a rather mischevious twinkle to his eye moments before wisking you away to Sk'lar's Snuggable World of Wonders. Eh? Eh Who's your daddy?!

 

Fiana takes over Jiassae's spot on the rock as the fisher leaves; why waste all that built-up warmth?  As she settles, she takes not of Annie's approach.  A hand lifts and wiggles in greeting and she makes a bit of room on the boulder--though its fairly small and perhaps not suited for two women, one of them babyheavy.  "/I'd/ certaintly appreciate a chance to run wild out of the Weyr... berries or not! Do you need any help with chaperones, Tarlin?"

 

Tarlin grins at Fiana as she notes Annie's approach with a nod of her own.  "Actually.  It might be nice to have one or two people along.  Though I think I can manage them myself, for the most part."  She winks.  "After all, I used to be one of them not so long ago."  And she's the sort of cook who gives out treats to good littles. 

 

Sk'lar glances after the fisher woman, nodding his head in farewell as she moves off with her fellow fisher. As he does so, he notices Annie, with something of a frown. "Good afternoon. Need a hand there, Annie?" He makes a move as if to help her across the sands.

A'ea hugs Sk'lar! Sk'lar pounces you to the ground, wraps you up in a big huggle, and declares that you are 'bout the bestest best hugger in the world. Awwww, he doesn't say that to everyone. Don't you feel special?

 

Annie forms a smile for Fiana, nods to Tarlin, and scrunches up her nose at Sk'lar. "I can do it just fine myself," she mumbles, one hand planting firmly against the small of her back. She moves to sit on an old, sun-bleached log with an exaggerated grunt. She pauses momentarily to gaze suspiciously at her burgeoning middle, then returns her attention to one it particular: the Weyrleader. "Sk'lar. /Weyrleader/. Ah, I was thinking, don't you think it's about time you paid a visit to High Reaches' Weyrleader and Weyrwoman?" She attempts to sound casual and innocent. She fails. Miserably.

 

Fiana chuckles and nods with wholehearted agreement to Tarlin, "I remember very well, not too long ago."  She winks, but her gaze slides warily between Annie and Sk'lar for a moment.  Suddenly uncomfortable, she shifts on the boulder and shrugs her shoulders.  "When were you planning to go?" she asks the weyr's cook with a quarter of her attention somewhere else--at least Tarlin has the majority of it, though, right?  "I should have some time to spend away from the Weyr, soon enough."

 

Tarlin looks from Sk'lar to Annie, then frowns and peers at the Weyrwoman at that oh-so-innocuous question.  She doesn't say anything, however, simply nodding absently at Fiana's question.  She shakes her head, realizing that it wasn't a yes or no question and grins sheepishly at her friend.  "Soon.  The weyrbrats are going stircrazy what with summer over and winter just barely on its way."

 

Sk'lar offered, at least. With a rather wry grin, he steps back to curl an arm around Tarlin's waist. That is right before the rather exaggerated blink, "High Reaches?" Does he sound as clueless as he feels? Prolly.... Wait. "Is it about that time? Really?" A moment, and then a faux smile, "I'll think about it." Of course, that last is somewhat airily tacked on.  

 

"About /what/ time?" Annie snaps back quickly, all suspicion and uncomfortable shifting. She fails to wear her bulk well. "It's not about any time. It's just the time it is, that's all." Her cicuitous speak makes little -- if any -- sense. "But, /seriously/, Weyrleader, I think you have been neglecting your duties to our comrades to the North. I think you should go." Some mental twinge causes her to shift in even more obvious discomfort. "Soon." A pause. "In the morning. Or tonight." Does she sound as desperate as she feels?

 

Fiana stands up and moves a little closer to Tarlin, which is also closer to Sk'lar, and centrally a short distance from Annie.  Should this come to blows...  Well, it never would.  Still.  Fi speaks a touch louder to Tarlin, hoping to entice the conversation in a more pleasant direction, "Soon is good, perhaps tomorrow?  Ceayrth is... restless.  I'm sure we could rouse a few more dragons and their riders to help convey the group to a nice spot not much trafficked as those closer to the Weyr, on foot, would be."

 

Tarlin ponders Fiana's suggestion.  Briefly.  Even as she ignores her weyrmate.  "Tomorrow is good.  Maybe Sk'lar might like to go?" she glances askance at the bronzerider, then grins, rising.  "I'm going to have to let those who need to, know.  I think the kitchens can do without me tomorrow."

 

Its like an instinct. When Annie tells him to go, Sky stays exactly where he is and doesn't make any move whatsoever to budge. Nope. "I can understand heading up there soon, maybe sometime in the next couple of days when I get a moment. Maybe." He is getting rather used to this game. He blinks for a moment, flickering a look back to Fiana and then Tarlin. "You two might even want to make some arrangements today, just to make sure you've got everything. So you can head out early and make the most of the daylight." His grin tightens a little at Tarlin's suggestion, "I can try? How about that?" Although romping with kidlets isn't exactly his idea of fun.

 

Annie completely forgets about High Reaches as Tarlin mentions Sk'lar accompanying her on some excursion or another. The pale-cheeked goldrider brightens considerably. "Oh, you should go to-- to wherever your lovely Tarlin wants you to go, Sk'lar. You're entitled to a vacation, you know. Some time away, to rest and relax." Her eyes flicker nervously -- despite her upbeat tone -- toward the oddly brilliant golden hide of her lifemate, snoozing in the distance.

 

Denver wakes up from his nap.

 

Fiana blinks at Tarlin and gives the girl a most dumbfounded look.  The frown takes effort to turn into a smile, and then it's a wavery, pitiful thing.  "Yes, if anyone might convince a group of 'brats to behave themselves, surely the /Weyrleader/ could."  Her throat clears and she pivots slightly.  "Annie, I trust you won't mind if I happen to be absent... as well?"  Her tone is slightly clipped, she's biting back words best not said and not liking it one bit.

 

Tarlin laughs, shaking her head at both weyrmate and friend.  "I don't know about him keeping them in line when he can't even keep himself in line, most times," she teases the Weyrleader--just because she can.  For Annie's benefit, she adds, "I don't know how far out we ..will have to go to find berries away from foot traffic, but I don't know that we'll have to go all /that/ far."

 

Sk'lar just smirks at Annie, arms crossing over his chest as he continues to stare at her. He isn't even going to respond to that, knowing well what she is about now. He does shoot Fiana a glance askance -she isn't helping any. "Me? I'm nothing compared to the fear Tarlin can provoke just by her tone of voice." Yes, he has been the recipient of such a few times. "And there are plenty of berry bushes just down near the river, just outside this very weyr."

 

Annie offers Fiana her first genuine smile of ther evening. "Oh, I'm sure Aida, the other golds and I can keep the Weyr afloat during your absence," she assures, shifting again on her somewhat uncomfortable log. "It'll just be a nice pleasant day withou--" Her sentence chokes off at Sk'lar's words. "Down by the river?" she questions warily. "Why not Ista? The berries are bigger. Jucier."

 

Denver dozes off...

 

Believe it or not, Fiana would rather have Sk'lar as Weyrleader than most other bronzeriders swaggering about--all the idle comments to the contrary are given with a sort of strangled force, she's wary about tipping Annie off into one of those /moods/ to which both pregnant and proddy goldriders are susceptible.  "I've heard they're having some terrible storms in Ista this season, we wouldn't want the effort to be a waste.  I know a prime location, a bit north of Crom, still unaffected by the early frost."

 

Tarlin taps Sk'lar on the nose and nods to Fiana.  "That would work quite nicely, I think.  Now, if you all will excuse me, I need to get back to the kitchens and see to it that there will be someone to take my place tomorrow."

 

Tarlin goes home.

 

"Take all the 'brats down to Ista? You have to be kidding, Annie," Sky drawls slowly and with a hint of patience, watching her with a curious grin. "The produce of Telgar is just as fine, if not better. They needn't travel so far. And I prefer to keep everyone closer to the Weyr anyway." At least for the security, if not totally the entire 'proddy' Serath issue. He smiles after Tarlin as she leaves.

 

"That's too clos--" Annie cuts herself off abruptly as she impulsively replies to Fiana. "I mean, ah, what of Southern? I hear the weather there is lovely this time of the turn." She fibs. She knows nothing of Southern's climate. And then -- then, Annie simply sighs, giving up. "Oh, sharditall, never/mind/." She places splayed palms against her swollen middle, then shoves herself off the log. "She's kicking," is the curt explanation. "I'm going to bed." And so concludes another encounter with Telgar's senior Weyrwoman.

 

Annie goes home.

 

Fiana refrains from further interfering with Annie and Sk'lar's exchange, she watches the Weyrwoman leave with a sad expression on her face.  "Whatever reasons she contrives, I trust you /will/ be hanging about the Weyr for the next few days?" she asks of Sk'lar, voice pitched low though no one is about to overhear.  "We were just beginning to find a rythym again, I wouldn't want to see that upset all over again... no matter who wins, she'll likely never be happy with the outcome.  But, the /Weyr/ is well pleased with you."  Overall, at least.

 

Sk'lar reaches a hand around to rub at the back of his neck as he watches Annie. "Have a good day, Annie. If you need anything here in the Weyr, feel free to talk to me." He quirks something of a boyish smile to her as she leaves before turning to look back to Fiana with that patient smile once more. "She behaves like that every single time. And with her being pregnant now..." Can we say 'awkward'? He blinks at Fiana's words, and is once more looking his age in response. Chin drops just the slightest so that his forelock partially shadows his equally dark eyes, "Uh. Thank you."

 

Fiana takes advantage of the relative privacy of the empty lake shore to reach over and squeeze Sk'lar's shoulder.  "You've surprised me quite a bit, but I always thought you needed a swift kick in the rear to really shine.  Something to keep you busy," she suddenly smiles to lighten the mood and even goes so far as to tug on that forelock playfully.  "But don't get too overzealous--Ceayrth is fairly close to her time, too, and for /that/ I suggest taking a small vacation."

 

Savanth backwings gently to the ground.

Arkanth backwings gently to the ground.

 

Astride Savanth, K'bal casts a gentle smile back up at his weyrmate as she lands, his cheeks almost flushed.

K'bal slides off onto Savanth's forearm and leaps to the ground.

 

Sliding down an offered foreleg, Kylah lands on the ground with a soft thud.

 

Sk'lar actually looks a little abashed, but he doesn't quite blush -and thank goodness for that. "Busy? I suppose you could say that." The pile of hides on his desk isn't getting any smaller, that's for sure. "And, I will remember that, I think Serath and Annie are well more than enough for me and Kahlen." He looks about to say more, only to take a step back and to the side as others arrive at the lake. A hand lifts to be placed just above his eyes, overshadowing them. Voice calls out, "Hello there!"

 

K'bal shuffles over to his weyrmate and wraps his left arm over her shoulder. "Hello!" is called but holds up his pace just a bit as a proper salute is given. "Mind if we join you?"

Kylah throws up a salute in greeting with her free hand, the other slipping around K'bal's waist, allowing herself to be led over to join the others already upon the shore.

Fiana is satisfied she's said her piece and nods warmly to Sk'lar, then turns as he does to greet the new arrivals.  "Plenty of room!" she announces with a grin and a wide sweep of her arms, then squints up above.  "Though not much sun, and the afternoon winds will be picking up soon."  She shivers in anticipation, forehead wrinkling.

 

Sk'lar offers up a warm smile to Kylah and K'bal as they arrive. "And there will be even more room, because I need to move on. I've got to meet with the wingleaders over that joint practice we held with Igen the other day." Chin drops with something of a bow, "Clear skies, my friends. Good day, Fiana." And with that, he is trotting across the bowl.

 

K'bal has a quick revelation as indicating by his widening eyes and the sudden movement of his head toward Kylah. "That's true, dear, maybe we should be out in the such weather?"