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?"