3/7/2004
02:34 PM
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 Kelp, Spanky, and
Monarch.
From here you can go:
Lower Caverns
Bowl
Infirmary
Kitchen
Gaming Room
Sk'lar has arrived.
Moved.
Hei walks into Main Living Cavern.
There is something to be said in the fact that with the
arrival of late summer, his office isn't flooded any further. So, the
Weyrleader isn't currently working off of a table in the caverns. Nope. Sure,
Sky still has his table, but this time he is doing something far, far more
mundane. Yeah, he's enjoying a bit of a daydream, focused somewhere in the
direction of the wall.
Light chatter echoes from the kitchen archway, followed
shortly by Hei stepping through into the cavern, bearing a tray of freshly
baked bubblies in one hand. The cook meanders toward one of the various serving
tables and deposits the tray there carefully, then tilts her head thoughtfully
to the side before nudging the tray a bit to the side to make it a little
straighter and more in alignment with the other food-type items on the table.
There. That's much better. An empty seat is sought, the girl's ebony gaze
flicking quickly about, and settles at last on a seat not too far away from
where someone appears to be staring off into space. Wandering in that
direction, she perches on said seat and sighs. Whew. Everyone needs a break
from making things from time to time, even if that's what they enjoy doing
most.
Rh'nan has arrived.
Hei
Midnight tresses fall to her upper back, held back away
from her face in a twine of rustic hide. A few straggly wisps escape here and
there to hang near her round face. Ebony eyes seem cold, set carefully below
her forehead and framed by lashes that match her hair in hue. A long, rather
flat sort of nose adorns this one's face, parallel to the muddled feathery
birthmark that so rudely mars her right cheek. Thin lips of a pale muave are held
into a prim expression, chin held evenly at her height of 5'6''. Arms and legs
are a bit on the small side, build willowy and sporting subtle feminine curves.
Sun-kissed wheat adorns her torso gracefully, the short
sleeves of the blouse tapering at lower-shoulder to upper arm. To accomodate
the summer months, Hei also wears a pale beige skirt that falls to her knees,
flaring slightly at the hip, as well a cute pair of simple, strap-on umber
sandals.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 2
minutes.
Placid. Unperturbed. The norm for this girl.
Sk'lar doesn't often get chances to do some solid
daydreaming. Or, maybe he does, but he doesn't let everyone know just how slack
his job can be some times. But it is when a figure passes before his eyes,
casting that shadow, that the man blinks back awake with a sigh. A few more
blinks to refocus, and it is Hei that appears before him. Blearily and a little
lost, he asks, "What?" Yes, folks. The pride of Telgar. Or something.
Rh'nan steps into the caverns with a sigh, running a hand
through his hair. He's fresh from the
baths, dressed in clean clothes and hair still wet. He mutters something under his breath about
mothers before heading over to get himself something to eat. Sk'lar is noticed on his way to the kitchens,
and he nods an acknowledgement to the Weyrleader. Hei gets a smile.
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Hei glances toward Sk'lar as he speaks, dark eyes
regarding the man amusedly for a moment. "I didn't say anything, "
she replies with a small smile. "But I did bring out a fresh tray of
bubblies if you want some?" A slender, browned hand reaches up to tuck a
wisp of stray hair behind an ear. Rh'nan's entrance is noticed, and the girl
returns his smile, if a bit shyly.
"Oh." You know the sort of response. Vague, not
quite embarrassed, but actually realizing that he really needs to pay more
attention. Sk'lar's attention shifts over to look after the tray, "What
kind? Fresh, you say?" He peers after the squeaky-clean Rh'nan, arching a
pair of dark brows at the man as he wanders past.
Rh'nan stops in his tracks, one foot still raised to take
a step. He puts his foot down a whirls around, flashing another grin in Hei's
direction. "Bubblies, did you say?
Got any extra for me?" He's not
about to skip over a good bubbly. He
catches Sk'lar's raised eyebrows and lifts his own in return, smiling cheerily. "Mind me joining you?"
Hei chuckles. "Well, as far as what kind goes, I
brought out a few blueberry ones, and a few strawberry ones, and ... I think a
few blackberry ones." Quite the variety. "And yes, they're fresh. I
just took them out of the oven." Rh'nan's grin is returned again.
"You're perfectly welcome to eat some, but do save some for others."
Sk'lar eyeballs Rh'nan. The bronzer is perky. He really
can't remember his wingsecond actually being so perky in his presence before.
This is different. And this must be commented on. "You seem in good
spirits today, Rh'nan. Reminds me of the feline that got the cream. Whatever
has you so pleased, rider?" He looks after the bubblies though,
"Mixed berry? I tend to want it all." Smile.
Rh'nan pauses to consider, before reaching for one of the
bubblies. "Here's hoping this one
is blackberry." He doesn't take a
bite, however, but just grins at Sk'lar.
"Nothing is wrong. I'm not
worried about anything. And that,
Sk'lar, is enough to make anyone pleased."
Upon this pronouncement the grinning bronzerider takes a seat and a bite
out of the bubbly. "Ah, strawberry.
Oh well."
Tidus wakes up from his nap.
Hei laughs a little. "I think I left a few
blackberry ones toward the back of the tray, " she suggests to Rh'nan. She
grins. "I don't blame you for being happy. I'd be cheerful if I had no
worries." Thank goodness there aren't any bubblies in the oven right now.
She does have a tendency to lose track of time and let them get burnt.
Sk'lar chuckles softly (and maybe a touch uneasily) at
Han's response, giving the rider a faint smile. "Well, I suppose that is
more than ample reason for that attitude. Maybe you can take yourself over by
nursery. I was just in there looking in on Mikal, only to be thoroughly scowled
at by the nannies. Clearly they are in a poor mood." Because he certainly
couldn't provoke such expressions. Everyone adores him! *cough* He flickers a
glance back over to Hei though, "And does this.... cook have any
worries?" He isn't so sure about the cook designation, seeing as he mostly
doesn't recognize her. Just realizing this, the man asks, "Who are
you?"
Macon wakes up from his nap.
"Are there, now?" He reaches out for the tray,
placing another bubbly on top of the one already in his hand. "Even if it isn't blackberry, there's no
harm in another bubbly." He grins
and winks at Hei. "Say...I didn't
catch your name. Who're you?" He
glances towards Sk'lar as the Weyrleader asks the same question. "The nursery? I don't know. The nannies have no reason to talk to me, you
know. It's not like I have any
kids." Thank Faranth.
"Only if I have something in the oven, really,
" Hei is quick to reply with a little bob of her head. "I tend to
lose track of the time sometimes, and then whatever I'm cooking tends to ...
burn." The girl folds her hands composedly in her lap, one leg crossed over
the other. "I'm Hei, " she says by way of introduction to both
riders. She gives a fraction of a smirk. Her name had always provided her with
something to chuckle at.
Sk'lar quirks a grin at Rh'nan, nodding his head in
understanding. "No? Really. Huh." Guess he would have figured that
Han would have managed to spawn at some point since graduation. Ah well. His
attention flickers back over to the girl, and he echoes, "Hei?" After
a moment, the man shrugs his shoulders, and then finally reaches for one of the
little pies.
S'mander has arrived.
Maia has arrived.
Rh'nan blinks. "You're hay? You look more human to me." Realization dawns, and the bronzerider
chuckles at his own stupidity. "Sorry." He takes another bite out of the strawberry
bubbly, wiping his chin as the juice threatens to spill all over him. "Sorry to disappoint, Sk'lar. I'll try
harder in the future." Was that a
wink?
S'mander struts into the cavern by the side of Maia. His
gaze falls more often upon her face than the path in front of him as they are
deep in discussion of wing business. "I'll have to keep a closer eye on
M'rtin and Martianth in the future. You have an keen sense for spotting these
types of things, Maia."
Skitter-scat. Skitter-scat. Such a slight sound in all of
the noise of a busy cavern.
Maia nods as she walks in with the wingleader, "I
would if I were you. We wouldn't want
anything like that happen again."
She grins and some might say she almost blushes, "Well, not so much
a keen sense as a knack for being nosey."
A good Weyrwoman always is.
Hei tilts her head a bit to the side. "Yes. Hei.
That's my name, " she replies to the Weyrleader, then chuckles amusedly
toward Rh'nan. "Well, that's the first time I've had my name mistaken for
.. 'hay'. Usually people mistake my name for the greeting, of 'Hey!'.
Y'know." A glance is given toward
the other people that wander in, and a brief nod and smile in greeting is
directed toward Maia and S'mander.
Ruh-roh. Weyrwoman entering the caverns. Sk'lar makes a
move to stand, making sure to take his pie along with him. Can't do to make an
escape without some good food. Pushing the chair back in with a nudge of his
boot, he gives a rather apologetic smile before easing towards the lower
caverns. "Ah, fardles. I completely forgot about that thing that I need to
do." Indeed. "Clear skies." He twiddles his fingers at Maia and
Scam before edging out.
Slither has arrived.
Kinda looks like a tunnel snake. Yep, that'd be what it
is.
Sk'lar swaggers toward Lower Caverns.
Rh'nan laughs. "Well, it wasn't in that
context. But it's always good to know
that I'm creative." He grins and shakes his head a bit, happily taking
another bite of his bubbly. "This
is good. Where'd you learn to
cook?" Maia and S'mander's entrance
is noted, and the bronzerider lifts a hand to acknowledge them. And then suddenly Sk'lar is gone. Odd.
S'mander laughs heartily at the Weyrwoman's suggestion of
noseyness. "Well, whatever it is it certainly pays off. Now that the
matter is settled, how is Qamrath doing? Quite well, I hope." His progress
into the room is halted by a table full of refreshments. How convenient. Only
looking up after his survey of the spread, he barely notices the exit of Sk'lar
and just waves towards Hei and Rh'nan. "Hello everyone. Care for a drink,
Maia?"
Amirytos walks into Main Living Cavern.
"Qamrath is well, and she tells me that Zenth is
also," Maia's lifemate is nosey,
too, but in a mother henish sort of way.
She nods at the crowd at the table, "Good evening,
everyone." She lifts a brow as
Sk'lar flees, just like him to run away when she comes in. Coward.
Back to S'mander, "I would, thanks.
Just some juice."
Aineen has arrived.
There is a liquid sound of skin slithering against stone,
whisper quiet but so very ominous. But maybe it is the screams coming from the
direction of the kitchens that might be a bit more noteworthy. Nearly screaming
bloody murder, the howls of a half-dozen cooks reach a fevered pitch before
they come charging out of the kitchens, one waving a wooden mixing spoon
vaguely behind her. "SNAKE!" Lo and behold, with a haunch of 'beast
clasped in it's jaws, a moss green tunnelsnake about as long as a twelve-turn
old is tall, appears in the entrance.
Hei shrugs a little, although the ghost of a pleased
smile flickers briefly over her countenance. "Ista Hold. My mother taught
me there while I was much younger." The screams coming from the direction
of the kitchens elicits a brow-lift, and then the girl slides off of her seat,
starting to move in that direction. She quickly screeches to a halt, however,
and freezes as a tunnelsnake slithers its way out of the kitchen. Gawk. Where
the shard did that come from? "Uhhh .... " is all she can manage to
utter, taking a few steps backward automatically. Tunnelsnake. Gulp. Evil
thing.
Stretching and yawning as she enters the Caverns, Neen is
heading straight for the Kitchens, ignoring those around her. She just wants
some wine is all, really. Shaking her head, the bluerider scuffles around
chairs, and .. people? At the sound of a commotion, Neen becomes alert, head
snapping up from it's tired position. "What? /Snake/?" Pause.
"Good Faranth save us all." Neen looks almost faint as she stares at
the thing in the doorways. "It's /huge/." Eyes flicker from person to
person in the room, eventually settling on a group of riders. "Any of you
have a knife on you?" It's not like the bluerider has anything more than a
simple beltknife on her, but that knife is drawn shakily. "Ugh, shardin'
ugly thing.." Neen? Terrified? Oh, of course she is.
"Snake?" Amirytos perks up at the mention of an
animal. 'Dangerous' some would say, or
'evil' as others put it, but at the heart, a tunnelsnake is just another cuddly
little teddybear critter who needs to be hugged and loved like a baby.... or
not. At first, he had been all for
helping to get the poor ickle snakey out of the Weyr... and then he had seen
it. Shards! The thing was nearly as large as he was! And so, he had only one alternative:
"SNAKE!" he shrieked, his voice jumping an octive as he stared at the
critter in an expression that can only be described as "horror." The boy backs up towards the other people. Surely it was safer to be in a large
group? He would let someone large handle
this... short boys didn't have need of tunnelsnake bites. Perhaps someone with a nice, long broom on
hand, or a stick?
Rh'nan tilts his head with interest and opens his mouth
to say something when someone screams.
He whirls about to spy the evacuating cooks, and his eyes narrow. "Shardit. You'd think they'd be used to them by
now." With a shake of his head the
bronzerider gets to his feet swiftly, paling only slightly as he sees the
creature. "Knife?" He spots one lying on the table - perhaps not
the sharpest of things, but hopefully sufficient. "I've got this."
S'mander casually glances over to the kitchen and then
begins to strain his eyes a bit more. After more drudges scatter, D'undee is
spotted close to the area with a knife in hand and ready to act. "Let me
at 'im!" the brownrider, originally from Crom, shouts excitedly.
"Hmmm." is all the consideration S'mander gives. "D'undee will
take care of it. He's very capable. Here's your juice, Maia. Enjoy," he
speaks to Maia, adding a sly wink at the end.
The extremely large, moss green tunnelsnake gnaws at the
haunch in it's mouth, saliva dripping to pool on the ground. Cautious eyes
watch the humans, humans that threaten to take away it's meal. The creature
hisses around his prize, warning as his tail lashes. Ah, but maybe this attack
is happening in stereo, because from out of the lower caverns, apparently drawn
by the hiss of her brethren or the smell of a bloody prize, a muddy-orange
tunnelsnake, by far the largest so far (we're talking salt-water croc, boys and
girls), darts forward, 'causing a chair to fall over with the lightning-fast
move.
Maia's eyebrows pop up at the shrieking, "Oh,
great!" She takes the juice from
S'mander with a sigh, "Another tunnelsnake." She would get excited, she's not very fond of
them, but with all the riders around someone is bound to kill it. "It'll take forever to get the cooks
calmed back down enough to even go in the kitchens." She finally looks at the snake, "Whoa,
that one is big.."
Renne has arrived.
Hei takes a few more steps backward, and takes a deep
breath. Okay. Calm down. It's just a tunnelsnake with teeth that could hurt any
or all of the people here and --- Oh dear Faranth. Not another one. "Two
of them, " she manages to stutter out, hands shaking slightly. Erf. A
grateful look is darted toward D'undee. Yes, please go after those snakes and
slay them. "Ugly, indeed, " is said with great difficulty after a
long moment toward Aineen. The girl can't take her eyes off of those two
'snakes, and takes a few more steps backward. Hrm. How can she slip away from
these vicious creatures without them noticing. This is a bit of an awkward
situation, isn't it?
Aineen is whispering to herself. "Stay calm,
shardit. Just think of it as overly large thread. With teeth.. and the ability
to rip your arm off." Shaking her head, Weyrsecond's eyes focus on Rh'nan,
narrowing slightly before she spots.. another one? "Han?" she asks,
eyes darting from the bronzerider to the extremely large and ugly creature.
"I think you're going to need a better knife." D'undee is given an
eyebrow raise as she points towards the snake in front of the kitchens.
"Get that one first, D'undee. That way we can get into the Kitchens and get
better knives." Arms are shaking, and the girl simply breathes. "Why
do I do these things? Coming down for some wine.. I could have gone to bed
without wine.." Grumble. "Everyone," she says in as calm of tone
as she can muster. "Gather in the back of the Caverns, please?
Slowly.."
Rh'nan glances towards Neen, then down at his knife, and
back again. "I think you're
right," the bronzerider responds.
"But at this moment, this is the only knife I've got." D'undee's presence is acknowledged with a
nod. "Need some help,
D'undee?" He's willing to be bait,
if nothing else. He seems to remember
Hei, and turns to look at the girl.
"Get back, Hei. Listen to Aineen." He gestures towards the
bluerider before turning back towards the snakes. "Where'd that one go?"
By this point, all thoughts of "cute and cuddly
animal" have long since left the mind of Amirytos. Animal-lover though he may be, even when it
applies to tunnelsnakes, the ones larger than children just don't count in that
same way. Normally either calm or arrogant,
the boy is neither now. At the current
time, Ryto is staring at the snakes with eyes the size of dragon eggs and
drawing quick, shallow breaths as he tries to keep his heart from jumping out
of his mouth. Oh shells, oh shards, oh
tunnelsnakes! A pair, not a single one,
and him at the front edge of the crowd... not exactly the ideal place to be,
come to think of it. Back of the
caverns. Right! He can do that! The boy stumbles backwards, tripping over a
small crack in the floor and landing smack on his rear. Wow.
Talk about "out of the fryingpan and into the fire!" Scrambling backwards on his hands and feet, a
style similar to that of some sort of crab, the boy attempts to stay as far
from the 'snakes as he can... and not doing to well at it, it seems, for he's
still in the front of the group.
S'mander stays right where he is. D'undee, on the other
hand, takes Aineen's command to heart and moves toward the kitchen snake for he
is now also armed with some rope tossed to him by a friend. "'ere we go,
now. If you'll just go for 'im, Rh'nan, I'll go 'round the other way." A
few head nods indicates the right then the left sides of the doorway. "If
you need some help with the kitchen staff, I'd be glad to help. I picked up a
few new jokes while I was in Igen last. Laughter might help get their minds off
it," S'mander comments to Maia, quite unconcerned.
Renne walks in at this point, coming from the Bowl at her
usual brisk pace, and carrying a gitar-case.
The Harper is quite a way into the room before she notices that
anything's amiss, and then she just freezes.
She wraps her arms around the instrument case, holding it in front of
her in an instinctive defensive move, as she realises that she's heading straight
for a tunnelsnake. Eyeing the people
that are retreating to the back of the caverns, she starts to back away, moving
very, very slowly, unpeeling a hand from the gitar case to reach for the knife
at her belt.
The mossy tunnelsnake is forced to drop his prize, and
isn't happy about that at all. He snaps at D'undee, slobber fanning out to
spray anyone unlucky enough to get in the way. Claws dig into the ground, and
then the beast abruptly launches forward. He darts from chair to table,
knocking aside everything as it scampers liquid-quick to the end, and then
literally leaps at D'undee. Threaten my food? You get pounced. The orange one
though darts through the legs of humans and furniture both, on a path towards
the dropped haunch. This takes her right past Hei, and when the girl steps just
a little too close, the tunnelsnake responds with a protective bat at the girl
with a clawed forefoot. Get away! She slashes forward, with Rh'nan and Maia
right in her path.
Maia grins at S'mander, "It might take more than
jokes to calm down that bunch, maybe some jokes and a couple of full
wineskins." Her smile fades at the
realization that there are two 'snakes now.
"Great, and I'm wearing sandals today." She steps up in a nearby chair, to get a
better look, right that's it. And she
wants to keep her toes. She puts a hand
on S'mander's shoulder to steady herself as she perches on her tiptoes on the
chair. "Rh'nan, get that
thing!" Good thing she got up
high! Her grip on the wingleader's
shoulder tightens. "Okay, nobody do anything too stupid, I don't want to
have to stitch anyone back together!"
Hei forces herself to wrench part of her gaze away from
the tunnelsnakes, just so she can see where she's going, and all that, as she
attempts to make her way toward the back of the caverns, per Aineen's
instructions. A hasty glance is shot back over her shoulder as she stumbles
toward the gathering group of shivering weyrfolk in the back. Naturally, the
snakes move when she turns back around not when she's looking at them, and the
girl cries out as a claw or two meets her bare skin. Hey, where did that snake
come from? It wasn't that close to her a second ago! A long, slightly deep
scratch runs down her leg, and she practically stumbles away, almost falling
over as she makes haste to get out of that ... thing's ... claw range.
To many things happening at once! "I said get back
to the back of the cavern," she orders again, scattering drudges, kitchen
workers, and residents in her wake. Unsheathed knife is pointed towards the
first tunnelsnake, and then the second. When /bam/, first tunnelsnake is on
D'undee. "Sharding fool," Neen admonishes before heading straight
towards the snake on top of the man. Grabbing the rope, she pulls, hard.
"Han! Get over here and give me a hand, would you?" Yank. When the
bronzerider gets in range, she hands the knife to him and nods towards the
creature. "Try to get it without getting hurt." At a cry of pain, her
eyes dart towards Hei, and her lip actually quivers. Since the way to the
Infirmary is blocked, Neen turns towards Maia. "Help her, would you
please, Weyrwoman?" Neen would help, but she's.. busy right now.
Rh'nan swiftly nods, taking a few quick steps in the
direction indicated by D'undee. His jaw
is set, and his expression shows determination.
He's off to kill himself some tunnelsnake. His route is barred, however, by the
female. "Shardit! Where'd you come
from?" Maia's proximity is noted,
and the bronzerider quickly steps in the way of the orange beast. Always protect the Weyrwoman, you know. Maia's warning about stupidity goes unheeded,
as Han makes an attempt to stab the creature with the kitchen knife. He misses, however, and is about to attempt
again when Neen calls for his aid.
"Keep folks safe from her," he calls out to S'mander, before
jogging over towards Neen. He snatches
the knife, shifting his weight from foot to foot while he tries to gauge how
best to go about this. He lunges
suddenly, aiming for just behind the head.
Raar.
So much for the idea of a little late-night music. Renne leaves her gitar-case on a table and
follows the Weyrwoman's orders, edging towards the back of the cavern,
unsheathed knife in hand, and keeping an eye on the tunnelsnakes all the while.
"Can I help at all?" The lanky
Weyrharper doesn't seem too disturbed by the creatures, though the way she's
running a finger across the edge of her blade might itself be disturbing in
other circumstances.
S'mander places a comforting hand up to lay on top of
Maia's. Oooh. How soft. "Don't worry, Maia. Everything will turn out okay.
Wow, look at Aineen go!" he says the last with a chuckle. Someone should
add snake-wrestling to the list of Weyrsecond tasks. While Scam is busy
onlooking, D'undee stumbles backwards then turns to find himself pushed back by
Aineen and now closer to the other snake. The brownrider's hand swings his
knife to, if nothing else, knock the creature away from Hei and the other
folks. S'mander remarks, "See they have it under control." Pat pat.
The orange 'snake hisses, showing a fine row of sharp teeth
and one pair of rather long fangs. She darts just to the side of Maia's chair,
bumping against it hard, only to find Amirytos right in her path. With another
hiss of annoyance, she hisses at the moving 'teen, snapping at him next. Bring
it. But it is still that bloody haunch that she finds far more interesting than
all of these screeching humans. Jaws clamp around the meat that was left
behind, and she is already scuttling into the kitchens. All the while, the
mossy green tunnensnake slashes and snaps at D'undee, but it is the sharp tug
he feels that has the 'snake squeeling and trying to launch away. His clawed
feet become tangled in clothing and ropes, 'causing the beast to hit the ground
hard, struggling violently but loosing the battle as the knife bites into him.
Where is the big burly chunk of greenrider when you need
him? Oh, up waiting for Neen, no doubt. Pah. What good is a weyrmate if he
doesn't protect you from giant tunnelsnakes? "Good job, Han," she
Neen says, obviously having forgot the animosity between them for the time
being. As soon as the beast is truly presumed dead, Neen turns to the wounded
instead of the next tunnelsnake. "Hei, isn't it? Here, let's get you up on
this table, and could you do me a favor and hold this cloth," cloth being
a napkin, "to your ankle to try to stop the bleeding? As soon as we can
get to the Infirmary, we can get this cleaned out, and some numbweed on
it." Yes, Neen has been trained for these situations. Renne is given a
curt nod as she points towards the mother of all tunnelsnakes. "Take the
one side. Han, take the other. I'll attempt to get it with this rope."
Neen? The hero? This is a very scary thought. Neen is not meant for tunnelsnake
fighting. She should be running. Fast.
Maia could very easily scream and shriek, but that
wouldn't be very Weyrwomanish, now would it?
She's just holding it all in, but almost loses it when that horrid thing
bumps her chair. "Sk'lar probably
chased 'em in here when he left."
Staying behind her S'mander shield, she glances over at Hei, "How
bad is it?" She'll help when the
beasts are gone.
Rh'nan jabs the knife into the tunnelsnake another time,
which hopefully finishes the job. He
pulls the knife out again, wiping it on his clean pants and then holding it out
to Neen. "You want this, or should
I keep it?" As she takes the rope,
he grasps the knife more tightly and moves towards the female tunnelsnake. "Be careful, Neen," he warns. "I know of several people who don't want
you to get hurt." Himself included,
of course.
Breathe.
Breathe. Breathe! That's the only thing you have to do,
Amirytos... breathe! By this point, the
boy has reached hyperventalation, pulling in air as fast as he can possibly
gulp it into his gaping mouth. And then
it strikes. "EEEEEEEEE!" he screams, sounding a good deal like a
four-turn-old girl who's just been pinched by an elder sibling. "EEEEEEEEEE!" Gasp.
Breathe. Gulp. "EEEEEEE!" The boy continued his yells, not in the least
worried about tarnishing is reputation.
And then he saw the dark mark on his dust-colored leggings. Blood!
Oh dear Faranth, the scratch had drawn blood! If he was not surrounded by people he is
certain outranked him, and of course, if those pesky little creatures were
gone, the boy would have fainted... unfortunately for all involved, that didn't
happen, and he just continued to "eeee" at people, though he was
certainly becoming quieter than he had been.. after all, they might be tempted
to strike again!
Hei winces, eyes watering slightly -- okay, she's
probably very sensitive to pain here -- as she does as Aineen says, taking the
offered napkin and pressing it to her ankle. "It could be worse, "
she answers Maia in a slightly shaking voice. Gulp. Let's get ourselves all
nice and controlled now. "It's just a fairly deep scratch, I think."
The girl continues to apply pressure with one hand, the other shoving another
irritating wisp of hair out of her face. Ebony gaze is riveted on the action,
though, and she looks distinctly relieved as one of the snakes disappears back
into the kitchens. Whew. One down. A sympathetic glance is given toward
Amirytos. "Someone should probably tend to him first, " she adds with
a little wince. "He sounds worse than a creeling firelizard who's just been
Hatched."