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This is a log of an online roleplay on PernMUSH. This is not fanfiction, and the characters area copyright of their respective players.

(Log notes - The knot talk and various descs have been included as I like to have them around, plus I think they make it just a little more interesting. Summary: Nuala stepped down from Craftmaster into retirement, Doran took over the position and Katlynn was promoted to Craftsecond. Samuel was promoted to ApprenticeMaster, Gem to Master, Neokara to Jrank, and Savanna to a full apprentice. )

Katlynn
Fire's flame tangles with the sleek, burnished gold of her hair, falling in a fiery torrent to her waist. Highlights of soft, sun-streaked gold and light, coppery red flow through her straight tresses, caught up in a shimmer when the light hits these locks just so. Long inky lashes surround eyes of a deep, clear crystal sapphire blue, startling against the smooth dark bronze complextion of her skin. Her nose is small and pert, dusted with the barest hint of a blush at it's tip--as if she's spent a little too much time out in the sun. Her lips are pleasantly plump and full--decidedly sensuous, while their colour seems to have been stained by dark red berries--though it's completely natural. Those lips are usually pulled into a perfect pout, or curled in a flirty smile. Standing at around average height, Katlynn's body is slender and toned, with full, lush curves leading into smooth, flat planes.

Perched on her shoulder is a pristinely kept fancy lavender and white knot, revealing her to be a Master Weaver.

The snugly fitted bodice of her dress laces tight up her back in an intricate knotted design, showing flashes of sun-kissed skin through the criss-crossed cording. The front boasts a triangular shaped panel of heavy green brocade, stretching from her tiny waistline to just beneath her breasts. Delicately tattered lace of pale-gold trims the neatly fitted bodice, resting against the inner curves of her cleavage, playing a game of hide-and-seek in the way it allows for a peek of her skin to show through, but only in the right light. The sleeves scoop low off her shoulders, gathering in loose folds of translucent sisal, alternating gold and green to mid-way down her lower arms. A sash of this same translucent sisal wraps snug around her waist, the ends left to stream down over her skirts and to the floor. A shimmery overskirt of dark green swishes gently atop the many layers of pale-gold sisal beneath, it's edges trimmed in heavy strips of green and gold brocade. This overlayer has been sliced up the middle at front and back, parting whenever she makes the slighest movement. A choker wraps 'round her slender neck, hugging in close to the throat, it's many tiny crystal shards winking in the light. Her feet are hidden, but on the occasion that one might catch a peek, she's found to be wearing ankle boots of polished golden brown leather. Her hair is gathered atop her head, held in place with a filigreed wire slide.
Katlynn appears to be around 19 Turns, 1 months, and 20 days.

Weavercrafthall Great Hall(#2555RJ)
Plants are grouped in the corners of this light, airy hall. Doors and windows are usually left open, allowing in the balmy air. Lavender draperies frame the windows in a soft lightweight brocade. The tables, from the plain apprentice tables with benches to the ornately carved master's platform with its chairs covered in plush lavender corduroy, are made of light golden oak. The walls are painted the palest of yellows, contrasting pleasantly with the beige terra cotta floor scattered randomly with lavender tiles. Several vibrant colored tapestries depicting scenes from Pern's history line the walls between the glow baskets that provide light when needed. The low murmur of conversations adds a pleasant background noise. Large golden oak doors lead west into the fitting room, northwest into the working wing, east into the kitchen, northeast into the teaching wing, and north into the inner courtyard. An enormous set of oak doors with spindle-shapes hinges lead out to the fields and front entrance of the WeaverCraft Hall. Tucked in the corner near the kitchen are a set of stairs that lead to the masters' hallway on the second floor.
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Contents: Radar Doran Savanna Northern Continent Model
Obvious exits: Stairs Up Fields Fitting Room Kitchen Teaching Wing Inner Courtyard Working Wing

<Weavers> Radar runs away screaming! :)

Neokara steps in through the archway from the teaching wing.
Neokara has arrived.

<Weavers> Doran waves to Nuala!
<Weavers> Nuala smooches Doran.

Nuala moves down the stairs to the first floor.
Nuala has arrived.

Savanna looks up from her work wearing a frown of concentration. When she sees Doran it turns quickly into a smile. "MAster Doran," she starts, "Good Evening." At that she stands and offers him a slight bow with her hand still holding the needlethorn.

Neokara slips into the cavern with a piece of fabric tossed over her shoulder and a little pouch of needles in hand. She nods to everyone with a smile before quietly taking her place at the apprentice table.

<Weavers> Savanna says, "hi Nuala :)"

Nuala wanders in from upstairs, pulling her hair back into a low runner tail as she descends the stairs.

Gemiron heads in through the archway from the teaching wing. Gemiron has arrived. Radar hurries into the hall, skidding to a stop. He bows his head and greets Masters Nuala and Doran before taking a seat at the Journeyman's table.

Plink-plink, plink-ponk.. a few beads leftover from the night before bounce down the steps just before Katlynn, who scrunches her face into a look of utter disdain. "I didn't have enough time to get to finish taking this skirts up." She mutters, casting sidelong glances around the hall. "It's *way* too long. Don't you think?" That last towards Radar, as she offers him a tiny smile, and flounces across to the Master's table to take a seat.

Radar
Radar is no longer a cute kid, but a young man. He is 16 Turns old, with closely cut bright blonde hair, jade green eyes and fair skin with only a few scattered freckles. He has a straight, sloping nose, dark blond eyebrows and lashes and one bright red birthmark on his forehead. It is about the size of a thumbprint, and makes him perpetually look as if he has just burned himself. He is finally growing into the awkward, gangly legs from his youth, and the repeated trips and falls are a fading memory. He is 5'7" tall now and his increasing height shows no sign of slowing down yet. Radar is wearing a bright sapphire blue linen tunic and tan walking shorts. The tunic has a v-neck collar, short sleeves and a blue dragon outlined in sisal thread on his back. It fits loosely, skimming his torso and ending at his hips. The baggy shorts have deep pockets on the hips and the front of each leg has a long pocket that buttons closed. A cloth tape measure pokes out from one of the pocket. A braided wherhide belt holds the shorts up where they belong, and tan wherhide sandals with thick straps across the toes protect his feet from Ista's hot black sands. A Weaver Journeyman's knot completes the outfit.

Doran smiles as he sees people flowing into the hall. He gives a smile to Nuala.

Savanna
Her jet-black hair exhibits bluish accents in some lighting. Thick and in a long braid, loose strands stray from confinement and tumbles about her oval shaped face with each movement, like a whispering of night, it swirls about her, a dark halo. It brings out the loveliness of her sapphire eyes and unblemished sun kissed complexion, tanned even deeper still, from her stay at Ista Weyr. Her lean form seems to always be in motion, due to her kinetic energy, and hard schedule that most apprentice keep. Though humor, rarely fades from her eyes as she is doing what she loves, even if she is doing it a lot. Sometimes her hands are stained from dye, but no matter, as they are expressive in their graceful gestures.
She wears a plain magenta muslin dress, notched and tapered to follow her natural curves, its movement, uncommonly fluid. Floor length with buttons down the front starting just under the sweetheart neck that shows off a simple but colorful shell necklace. Lilac stained leather sandals complete her ensemble. She is 14 Turns, 7 months, and 17 days old.
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Doran
At about five and a half feet with a thin build, this man emits a friendly and self-assured radiance. A thick crop of long wavy hair offsets his tanned face and deep green eyes, extending down to his shoulders.

Like the dark waters of the deepest ocean, the blue of his vest is muted yet striking. Offset with a twisting pattern of black threaded knotwork and fastened up the front with four black shell buttons. Beneath the vest is a flowing white tunic with billowing sleeves that meet in a snug fit at the wrists. The collar is threaded up from mid-chest with a black cording and is currently loosely tied. A pair of loose fitting black linen trousers meet in a pleated waistline with a hide belt, fastened with a simple silver buckle. The cuffs are tucked into a pair of well polished soft hide boots. A lavendar and white knot upon his shoulder marks him as the Craftsecond of the Weavercraft.

Neokara
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Nuala grins back at Doran as she takes her seat at the masters' table. Her smile seems a touch sad as she surveys the hall.

Radar swallows and says, "Your dress looks just fine to me, Master Katlynn."

Your location's current time: 17:11 on day 11, month 1, Turn 36, of the Tenth Pass. It is a winter afternoon.

Katlynn let's out a dramatic little sigh as she drops into a seat, skirts swishing softly. "You think so? Well -thankyou- Radar." And again, she sends him a bright smile, cheeks dimpling slightly. "Afternoon Master Nuala, Doran." she sends them a greeting next, schooling her expression into one filled more with respect than cheek.

Neokara removes the fabric from her shoulder as she sits and begins to stitch together some seams. Her eyes dart about the cavern as she works.

Gemiron scurries in after Radar, making sure to straighten himself up before he walks calmly to the journeyrank table with a little bow to the masters. Can't have them thinking he's rude.

Savanna returns to her seat, the shell necklace forgotten for the moment as she watches the steady stream of weavers enter the Hall for the dinner. Eye catching designs and colors flow about the Hall with her trying to study each stitch, dye and material. Her sapphire eyes express admiration when she gazes upon Master Katlynn's gown. "Evening Master Katlynn."

<Weavers> Cordella waves ^^
<Weavers> Nuala thinks she ought to change into something nicer.

<Weavers> Savanna says, "has dye stains up to her elbow :)"

Gemiron
Before you stands a relatively tall man, about six foot tall. His brown hair falls shoulder length down his neck in a small wave, easily floating around in front of his face, only to be irritatingly pushed back. His brown eyes, while searching out from underneath his heavy brows, often glance away from a person's face, barely registering them as being present. His skin is a light brown, looking to be from sunlight rather than a natural tone. His body is well muscled, forearms and biceps easily able to lift most heavy objects. His legs, of course, show off their hard work and an ability to lift almost anything. Sitting on his shoulder is a Journeyman knot for the Weaver Hall.
Soft, glossy sisal forms a deep crimson shirt, wrapped around Gem's torso. Long sleeves ripple softly to his wrists where they are gathered in tight cuffs, decorated with two plain metal buttons. The neckline boasts a crisp collar, each point decorated with a small embroidered firelizard, both glistening in bright green thread. The crimson of his shirt has been tucked into black pants, velvety soft to the touch. They hug his legs down to his calves, where they tuck neatly into plain black boots, shined to perfection.

<Weavers> Savanna says, "hi Cordella :)"
<Weavers> Radar isn't dressed nice. :) Just neat and clean.
<Weavers> Doran is working on his descer finally, so you get to deal with my standard Doranawear.
<Weavers> Nuala theres. That's somewhat better. Sorta.

Nuala
Youthful in appearance, the only thing that belies Nuala's age of 41 Turns, 10 months, and 12 days is a grey streak that weaves through her mid-length light brown hair. She carries her lithe 5'6" frame with poise and grace and her green eyes sparkle against her tan - like most from Southern Boll, it is evident that she spends quite a bit of her free time outdoors. Her slender fingers, skilled at sewing, have a tendency to gesture when she talks, a ring on the third finger of her left hand catching your eye (+detail). She is quick to smile and laugh with an equally quick temper that has mellowed somewhat with age. Around her shoulder the intricately-woven lavender and white Weaver CraftMaster and MasterKnitter knots are wrapped.
White embroidered ivy dances around the collar and cuffs of her long-sleeved white linen shirt with delicate shell buttons and a rounded hem. Front darts fit the shirt to her torso without being clingy. Her legs are covered by a pair of dark oatmeal trousers, classically styled with double pleats and back darts. The wide, cuffed legs drape nicely over a pair of brown ankle boots, the pants breaking just above the instep.

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "Yes it does Daral. Come down to the meeting! :)"
<Weavers> Nuala waves to Daral. :)
<Weavers> Katlynn thinks Doran should wear that oh-so-lovely desc Kat did for him once O;)
<Weavers> Savanna says, "ohhh dark oatmeal, I like that! :)"
<Weavers> Nuala says, "+bbread/wvr 9"
<Weavers> Doran says, "I'll be working on publicizing and revamping the +lhelp for new apprentices."
<Weavers> Daral says, "Meeting?"
<Weavers> Doran ahems. Not to a public dinner. ;)
<Weavers> Cordella confuzzles.
<Weavers> Daral will be there once he gets something more to eat?
<Weavers> Katlynn awws and looks all disappointed-like.
<Weavers> Nuala says, "I think she was talking about the color of my pants? I'm not sure *confuzzles too*"
<Weavers> Nuala says, "Oh!!!"
<Weavers> Savanna nods to Nuala, "Yep that color."
<Weavers> Doran says, "At the moment, I have my sailor costume and my default desc. I'd have to CnP something from another computer. Might cut it all down to client side macros to save server space."

Samuel has arrived.

Samuel
It doesn't take much to describe Samuel, his appearance is bold, solid and sculpted. Dark polished walnut-brown skin, strong ethnic features and a gleaming bald scalp. His large almond shaped eyes are nearly black, like chips of onyx set into his strikingly chiseled features. Those full lips are eager to smile but are just as inclined to tip downward into an expressive frown. A guess would put this man at nineteen turns of age. His physique is lean and trim; like a dancer and his precise, graceful movements only accent that similarity.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The blue cloth of his long vest is of a course texture that draws interest to the pattern of the open weave. The darker coloring of the well dyed wool offsets the sky blue and cream tunic more or less hidden beneath the baggy vest. The long sleeves with wide cuffs are heavily embroidered with lemon and cream patterns reminiscent of coiling smoke. Silver buttons fasten at his wrists and at his throat where the high collar is neatly closed. More of the same embroidery trails the front as well as around the throat. The blue breeches are only slightly darker than the tunic and yet not as dark as the blue, a good middle range. They are carefully tailored and a wide gray belt cinches at his waist. To compete the outfit he wears well polished, ankle tall gray boots.

Savanna is sitting at the apprentice table putting away a shell necklace that she was repairing.

Samuel wanders in with another journeyman, speaking quietly with him as they take a seat together.

Katlynn scoops out a handful of brightly coloured wooden beads from a pouch attached to one of her belts, letting them drain through her fingers and plink-plink-bounces onto the table. "Hi Gem." She calls idly, sending him a little fluttering of her lashes just to make sure she gets his attention. A glance goes to Samuel, and she looks him over before sending a wiggling-finger wave, another of which goes to Savanna at her greeting.

Samuel nods in response to Katlynn's wave and then dips his head back to his table-mate and they resume their conversation, Samuel's smile soon returning at an amusing part of the tale.

Gemiron looks over at Katlynn and stifles a playful groan, though he gives her a grimace before he grins at the sight of beads. A snappy wave is shot back before he settles into his chair. Eyes flow around the room, wandering who else is coming in.

Nuala watches those entering idly as she chats with the master next to her.

Savanna raises a hand towards Gemiron, trying to catch his attention before scooting her seat closer to the table, to let a short red-haired apprentice pass to the other side of her.

Radar leans forward and picks up one of the beads as it falls off the table and rolls across the floor. He slips it into a pocket and starts a conversation with one of his tablemates.

<Weavers> Samuel says, "Dragons are overrated? :>"
<Weavers> Nuala agrees.

Daral ambles in through the archway from the teaching wing.
Daral has arrived.

<Weavers> Doran says, "HEEEELP!"
<Weavers> Radar pours Super Glue on Doran's connection.

Nuala looks up and smiles as the drudges come in from the kitchen bearing platters of food. Hands are smacked as apprentices grab for food even before it is set on the table.

<Weavers> Katlynn offers the super-glue, the ropes, the masking tape, and a big fat lady to sit on you and hold you to your connection.
<Weavers> Daral eyes...

<Weavers> Savanna giggles at Nuala.
<Weavers> Nuala looks innocent.

Gemiron waves back to Savanna, flashing her a smile and a wave before his eyes light on the fod. "Hope it's good," he mutters at his table, specifically at Radar, since he's closest.

Katlynn let's out a little squeak as one of *her* hands are slapped by one of the serving girls. Hey. No fair. "Ouch." she mutters, pouting her bottom lip out childishly as she starts gathering up her spilled beads, then plings a few across the hall when she thinks nobody is looking. Aiming specifically for Gemiron and Radar.

Radar waits for the food to arrive at his table before rapidly filling a plate. He says, "Craftdinners are always good, since the cooks try to impress the Craftmaster each time. The only thing missing is Master Emne's butter tarts." He rubs his stomach to indicate how good they are.

Savanna oggles the steaming food platters as they pass by her table. Grinning, she waits patiently as they are placed at Master, Journeymen then apprentices table, though it's an obvious struggle when a piled high plate of chilled spiderclaw in citron butter passed way to close to her nose.

Samuel scoots down into his chair and covers a yawn with his hand, his eyes half-lidding lazily.

Gemiron feels something. Plink. Plink plink. "What the..." Slowly his head turns around to get another plink right on the nose that makes him jerk back and stare at the bead. Ohhhh....now that the culprit is known...prepare for retaliation. "Ohhhh Katlynnn...." *fling*

Luckily Savanna is bending over to reach for some redfruit and salad when a nice shiny bead wizzes past her head.

<Weavers> Doran says, "Recap?"

Daral enters, oh, yes. And not like a measly Weaver Apprentice, but rather as a tall and proud man. His long frmae strides over to the food tables, and he plucks up several items, along with something to drink before sliding over to where KAtlynn sits, smiling at her oh-so sweetly before ploping down in a chair by her.

<Weavers> Nuala says, "Kat and Gem are throwing beads, dinner's being served."
<Weavers> Katlynn is innocent. Gem started it.
<Weavers> Gemiron ahems.

Daral
Strands of lustrous onyx sprout in thick strands from Daral's skull, cut slightly longer than average, which oft causes him trouble when he least expects it. His amber eyes are keen, some would saying piercing in their strong, yet twinkling nature, stoked full of inteligence and life. His features are handsome, yet still envince a slightly boyish quality to them that some females find quite attractive. His fighters frame is lean, but well muscled and formed, not gaunt as might be expected. His poise and balance give evidence to the underlying nature of strength he shows only when needful, for he enjoys flirting more than fighting. As his torso is long and lean, so are his legs. His thighs have been well toned from Turns of riding, as half his calves from gripping onto the sides of a runner for Turns, as well as from running. His arms are well muscled as well, from carting bolts of material about, and from the sewing, not to mention the occasional Lower Cavern duty. Strong, yet flirtatious, Daral is quite the ladies man.
A short sleeved tunic of frosty blue covers Daral's frame with a light, breathing material, flowing over his lithe frame in mysterious ways, yet revealing ways, revealing all the highlights of his fighters frame, yet hiding his flaws...if he has any physical ones to be found. A tight pair of somewhat darker blue trous conforms to his lower torso, thighs, and calves tightly, revealing all his firmly muscled curves. Covering his feet in well polished black wher-hide are his boots, the heel adding a hint of height to his already tall frame, and a nice click, click when he walks, announcing his presence even before he arrives. The upper half off the boot comes about halfway up his legs, nearly to his knees, the ankle loose to make walking comfortable. Daral appears to be 18 Turns, 8 months, and 13 days old.

Radar blinks as a shiny white bead flies past his face and *plinks* against the wall. Concious of the Masters eyeing the journeyman table, he refrains from reaching for and firing back the tiny missile.

<Weavers> Daral says, "Yeah, beet boy started it."

Katlynn ducks her head down *just* in time for one of the beads to go shooting right past her head, and smack the Master behind her in his ahh..rear end. Said Master whirls around, wrinkled face scrunched up til it goes Beet-red. "Katlynn!" he bellows, then stalks off to the -other- end of the table, while Kat just looks sheepish. Wasn't meant to hit him after all. "What're you doing?" Her head tilts toward Daral then, both brows arching up in disbelief. "I think your suposed to sit at the apprentice table."

<Weavers> Nuala says, "Beet boy?"
<Weavers> Katlynn says, "It's Gem."
<Weavers> Katlynn says, "There was bbpost about it a while back :)"
<Weavers> Gemiron notes your master is very evil.
<Weavers> Nuala chuckles. I think I missed it.
<Weavers> Katlynn says, "Some of the apprentices dipped him in purple dye ;)"
<Weavers> Gemiron says, "A couple of apprentices=Katlynn."
<Weavers> Nuala feels all bad about it for a moment, then pauses and does her i-got-a-4.0-this-semester-so-it-was-worth-it dance.
<Weavers> Katlynn says, "Stop lying. Katlynn would never do a thing like that."

Samuel takes a roll from a passing basket and watches the beads flying with less than mild interest, more focused on making sure his plate if filled with food.

<Weavers> Rolan does 'the bump' with Nuala to celebrate.

Doran takes a plate full of food and begins nibbling, casting glances at Katlynn's antics.

Daral raises his eyebrows. "Oh? Was I? So sorry." He stands, picking up his tray. "My apologizes." He heads over to the "Apprentice" table.

<Weavers> Nuala nods. Indeed it is nearly impossible to swing dance 3-4 nights a week and still get a 4.0. ;)
<Weavers> Doran says, "Superwoman!"
<Weavers> Nuala flexes her muscles.

Gemiron smiles sweetly, as if he did nothing, oand again straightens in his seat. "Anything hit you Radar?" he asks politely before he hefts up a fork and pokes around, finding the perfect bite from his meal before going <munch>.

Radar shakes his head and says, "No, but there was a close call." He flicks his eyes toward the bead on the floor nearby and mutters, "She......those......make......earrings.....aim."

Doran leans forward to Nuala and chuckles. "You would think they would someday grow out of the food fight instinct."

Nuala laughs and nods. "You'd think. Isn't Katlynn a master now?"

Katlynn at least refrains from tossing any more beads about the room, likely because of the way a certain bead-bopped Master at the other end keeps glaring at her. "No problems, Daral. I'm sure it was an honest mistake." Her lips quirk a tiny grin at him as he turns and heads to the proper table, while she herself leans back, back back, but as soon as the chair legs creak back to only two, she drops back down. No sense in getting in trouble for that twice in a row. She glances slantwise up at Nuala and Doran, looking at least *somewhat* repentant. Somewhat.

Doran keeps his head leaned toward Nuala and looks at Katlynn. "You know, I think so."

Samuel removes a bead from his food and tosses it to the floor with a sigh, "I can't wait to get back to Tillek."

Savanna nibbles on her redfruit as she watches Daral walk towards the apprentice table, where she is sitting between a redhead and chubby dimple cheeked brunette who is chatting to her about a Master who has her doing the same stitch all day long. Savanna nudges the girl with an elbow and asks her to move over to make room for Daral.

Gemiron chuckles at Radar from behind a glass as he takes a sip. "Shoulda told me earlier, I would've saved mine for that. That, some girl at Ista?" Have to keep his facts straight, just in case.

Radar nods and eats some more food before it can be booby-trapped. "Yes. A trader with some training in jewelry making. I've been thinking about going into partnership with her--I make the clothes and she makes the necklaces and stuff to accent it. But I can't seem to catch up to her and broach the idea."

Katlynn pokes a fork into her selection of food, scooping up some of the river grains. "Jewelry?" She perks up in her seat, wiggling 'round til both of her legs are hooked underneath her, and she can see over the tops of various people's heads. "What kinda stuff does this girl make?" Katlynn must have ears the size of saucers, the way she caught onto that. Or maybe it's just the Female Thing.

Nuala looks over at Doran. She nods as she pushes the food around her plate. "It is good."

Doran watches Nuala push the food around. "You sure? You feeling okay?"

Nuala nods. "Fine...just...nervous, I guess. Ready to get this over with." She gives him a wan smile.

Doran gives a warm smile and says softly. "I know... Me too."

Gemiron ahhhs at Radar, smirking as he sees Katlynn's head pop up over the crowd asking about jewelry. "Sit down Kat, she's not making -you- any jewelry yet, you can ask him after the dinner!"

Daral is eating. REally. But he is also watching things move around him. Ah, all those ladies to flirt with...even if it is with food...

Doran clasps a hand over Nualas with a smile. "Just think, the lazy days."

Nuala sighs softly. "No teaching assignments for a turn...." Doran laughs. "Sure you don't want company?"

Radar says, "Katlynn, there's a trader at Ista that makes silver jewelry. She's pretty good. I might work out some sort of deal with her."

Neokara stirs from where she's quietly working. Her head turns now and then to watch a few of the others chat.

Nuala grins. "You're welcome to, though you'll have to go through the trouble of finding a replacement..."

Doran shudders. "Well, that might take a while." He gives a wink and sits back in his chair.

Katlynn gives a hearty little sniff, and slides her legs back out to swing under the table. "Not /my/ fault a certain journeyman never sees fit to gift me with any jewelry." She mumbles towards Gem, but it's with a mischevious little smile all the same. The food on her plate is finished off in a few more teeny-tiny bites, a tiny lace-edged cloth grabbed before she dabs it at her chin oh-so-daintily. "Sounds interesting, Radar. Does she make buttons as well? You know like.. metal ones? I saw these *gorgeous* metal buttons inlaid with bright stones once. At the smithhall though." Another look goes up to Doran and Nuala where they sit talking quietly, expression ever curious. But then, there's a tiny bead rolling into her lap, so she picks it up and plings it toward Daral.

Savanna finishes her meal even though she is still chewing then pulls out her broken shell necklace from her pocket. With needlethorn in hand, she attempts to restring it, working carefully so that she does not break the delicate shells.

Daral is pinged, alright. Right between the eyes. "HEY!" he yells out, glaring.

Radar starts to answer, but shuts up quickly when Daral bellows out in rage.

Doran stands up. "Okay, let's try to keep it nice and peaceful. I guarantee we'll have plenty of excitement later."

Samuel pushes his plate away, glancing over at the shouting between tables and then leans over to see around a few other journymen to see what Radar and Gemiron are up to before slouching down into his chair, sighing softly.

Katlynn squeaks, scooting her chair back with a little *creak-creak*. "I didn't mean it Daral, honest!" she calls hastily, scrunching the lace-edged cloth in her hands. A little nod to Doran, and she quiets, silent for once. It's a miricle.

Savanna starts when Daral shouts but is careful of her work as she watches the bead culprit bounce across the table. She stifles a giggle after the fellow apprentice's ping then reaches for the offending bead with her free hand.

Nuala eyes the assembled weavers as Doran gets to his feet. Her withering glance silences several apprentices.

Doran offers a hand down to Nuala. "Ready?"

Nuala nods and gets to her feet, looking over the group quietly.

<Weavers> Nuala says, "Ok, you don't have to be *that* quiet..."

Samuel turns his attention towards the Craftmaster and Craftsecond mutely.

Katlynn digs her fingers through her bead pouch, which she's laid upon the table in front of her. Nuala and Doran gain her attention with no trouble, the young woman's blue gaze upturned toward them both.

Savanna looks over towards the Craftmaster and Craftsecond. The shiny bead and the necklace is put away as she gives them her full attention.

Gemiron still munches quietly, turning his curious gaze up to the dias and stopping for a moment, favoring taking his drink for now.

Neokara stops her sewing and looks towards the Craftmaster and Second with curious eyes.

Nuala walks around to the front of the masters' table and leans against it. "I'm sure many of you have heard rumors of my impending retirement. In fact, a few people stopped by my office to ask me about it. Now I'm sure many of you will be very upset at not being asked to knit the same stitch until you can do it perfectly in your sleep," She grins at this, "But I think that it's time for me to hand the reigns to someone knew and take some much-needed rest. Doran here," she waves him forward. "Will be taking my place. I'm sure y'all will afford him the same courtesy that you have shown me. I'll be taking a leave of absense starting at the end of this sevenday to spend time with my husband and children..." She smiles over at Iyles. A moment later she unpins the CraftMaster knot from her shoulder and holds it out to Doran. "I'm sure you'll do as good a job, if not better than I."

Radar is torn between applauding Doran's promotion, and mourning Nuala's retirement. He looks around furtively to see what the other Weavers are doing.

Samuel looks utterly horrified and stares across the crafthall in utter silence for a moment as he slinks a little lower into his chair. After a moment he offers Doran a soft applaude of congratulation, the muscle of his jaw working silently.

<Weavers> Rolan meeps!
<Weavers> Rolan says, "You're still gunna bug us OOC right nunu?"
<Weavers> Nuala noddles. I am, yep.
<Weavers> Rolan cheers for Doran "And to think, I tried to seduce you waaaay back when you was just an appy

A myraid of emotions cross Savanna's brow at the news that Craftmaster Nuala is retiring. But in the end she just joins with other weavers to applaud.

Katlynn's gaze flickers between Nuala and Doran for a long time, watching the handing off of the knot to the new Craftmaster. "Woohoo Doran!" She cheers, though it's not *quite* so hearty a round of applause from her as one might expect. A sad sort of expression settles over her features when she glances back to Nuala, but then, it's her mentor being promoted, so she flickers back to looking happy once again.

Doran takes the knot and grasps it in his hand with a moment of silence. He looks up with a smile to Nuala. He turns out toward the hall. "I've worked toward this for some time and now that it has come, I stand before you still nervous. But I promise to you that I shall carry on the best that Masters Nuala, Raimi, and others have taught me and indeed expand upon them. I promise to make the Weaverhall the best that it can be."

Nuala claps loudly. "Congratulations, Doran," she says, giving him a genuine, if relieved smile.

Samuel ducks his head and looks down at his plate. Gemiron looks much like the rest, sad, yet happy, yet sad again, and then settles into the happy apllaud after Nuala's lead.

Doran smiles, his eyes watering a little bit. "And of course, I'll need some help putting my plans into place. Katlynn?"

Katlynn pulls her hand back out of her bead-pouch, scattering a few of the smaller, yellow-coloured ones onto the table and floor. Bounce-plink. "Huh?" A look of genuine surprise covers her face, Kat looking a little dumbstruck. "Yes?" She stands slowly, smoothing out the many layers of her skirts, as her gaze flits back and forth around the hall.

Doran makes a 'come here' motion with his hand. "You heard me, come here... Craftsecond..."

<Weavers> Rolan says, "Yaaaaay!"

Savanna looks amused and grins at the look on Katlynn's face.

Nuala returns to her place at the table and watches the new leadership form.

Gemiron actually lets out a short busrt of snickers before he can clamp his hand over hsi mouth. Oh no, no no no, can't -laugh- at the poor girl, despite the fact she looks like a bovine staring at some grass.

"Excuse me, did you just say /Craftsecond/?" Katlynn still looks dumbstruck, thought her blue eyes widen until they resemble a pair of saucers. "You can't be serious.." That's right. They must be mad. But then suddenly she's racing up to Doran, bouncing up on her toes, trying -trying- to control the excited look on her face.

Doran gives Nuala a wry grin. "You'd think I asked her to dye herself purple and dance in the courtyard every morning."

Nuala giggles. "You'd think."

Radar has no torn feelings here. He applauds loudly for the new Craftsecond.

Samuel claps with the others to congratulate the new craftsecond.

Savanna applauds also but leans towards the redhead next to her and asks, "Does mean we all have to take classes in beadwork now?"

Samuel tells Savanna, "classes on bead tossing too I"m sure."

"Oh your not going to get me to dye myself purple are you?" Katlynn looks slightly fearful at that, but nothing could possibly whip away the positively /beaming/ smile upon her lips. "Am I suposed to say something?" That whispered, in an offside to Nuala and Doran.

Doran raises his hand and removes his own Craftsecond knot, extending it out toward Katlynn, dangling it temptingly.

Savanna grins at Samuel then says, "I have plenty that I found laying around, so I guess I have a head start." No, she doesn't start tossing beads just yet, but as she turns to look at Master Katlynn, she is certainly inspired.

Samuel just frowns at the thought, "I can just imagine meetings now..."

Doran shakes his head. "No speech needed, just take your knot and take a seat. "Journeyman Samuel, come here please."

<Weavers> Nuala says, "I retired, Doran took over, and appointed Kat as his C2"

Katlynn reaches out with slender fingers toward that tempting knot, snagging it with a little feline-like swipe. "Thankyou-thankyou-thankyou." She gushes, grinning from ear-to-ear now as she slips it on, and bounces back over to her seat with a /look/ at the master who yelled at her before. She glances over at Samuel, but doesn't say a thing.

Neokara smiles as all the ranks raise. She claps, watching folks stride forward and take their new knots.

Radar claps and yells, "Samuel! Listen to your Craftmaster and get your tail up there!"

Doran laughs. "Yeah, listen to your Craftmaster and get up here!"

Samuel startles and gets up from his seat, "Whoa, ok...ok." He winces and corrects his chair before it falls over, "I...sorry, I was busy looking at that new knot. Sorry." he looks sheepish as he slinks forward.

Doran holds up another knot. "How about looking at this new knot? I have need for an Apprentice Master."

Savanna claps louder for Samuel as she gets into the swing of the moment.

Samuel runs a hand over his scalp, going pale, "whoa...but I'm just a journeyman." He looks over at his peers and then back at Doran with his hand still ontop of his head.

Doran says "You have been proving yourself repeatedly and have been showing yourself good with people under all circumstances. This has been a while in review and you are the one. Other masters in line are slotted for other duties."

Radar grins and chants, "Walk, Samuel, Walk!"

<Weavers> Doran says, "Okay, so I am going in reverse order for promotions tonight!"

Samuel draws himself up a little more, looking at Doran with slightly squinted eyes, uncertain and then slowly nods, offering an uncertain smile, "I would be honored. More than that, I...I'm proud that you think I can do the job."

Savanna echoes Radar, though she is not sure what it means, "Walk, Walk, Walk!" she shouts.

Doran lifts the knot a little. "Well, then try it on!"

Samuel smiles a little more certainly and takes the knot, "Thank you..." but once he has the knot he looks a little dazed and not sure where to return to his seat, needing a little coaxing to start in the right direction.

Katlynn fiddles with the new knot on her shoulder, then flicks her gaze right back up to Doran and the new Apprentice Master. "Congratulations, Samuel!" she calls out in a loud voice, grinning slightly at his dazed look.

Gemiron hastily adds in his chant to the rest of the hall. Poor boy was too busy grining at the dazed and confused Katlynn.

Samuel points to Katlynn, "someone has to keep you out of trouble."

<Weavers> Nuala hugs and heads off to take care of RL.

Doran notions to a seat at the masters' table. "Have a seat, they're comfy."

Samuel wiggles into a seat and notes to the lady next to him, "I don't throw beads." In case she was concerned.

Doran gives Samuel a pat on the shoulder. "You'll do fine, I am sure. You'd not be holding that knot if otherwise." He looks out at the assembled Weavers. "Journeyrank Gemiron."

Savanna looks over towards Gemiron and starts to shout, "Walk, Walk, Walk!" She looks totally pleased as she applauds for him also.

Neokara turns to reguard Gemiron with a grin. "Walk," she adds to the chant.

Samuel claps his hands together heartily, chanting the 'walk' chant.

Radar joins in the chant: "Walk, Gem, Walk!" Then he mutters, "Or run for your life!"

Gemiron was halfway to taking another bite and promptly freezes like a bovine in danger. Blink. Then blink again. Oh, best move. So he stands up so fast his food splats down on his plate when he finally drops it. "Sir? Walk?" Blink. then careful steps send him scurrying up front to make up for his lack of movment earlier. Can't be holding things up.

Doran nods, withdrawing a Master knot from the small box sitting on the edge of the table.

Katlynn, attention captured as soon as Doran said the name 'Gemiron', now jumps up from /her/ seat. Nevermind that she wasn't the one called this time. "Gem!" She squeals girlishly, looking almost as excited as she did when being given her new knot. "Walk faster shardit."

Gemiron stares at the not numbly for a few seconds, then back up to Doran. "I'm a master now?" hesqueaks before Kat's squeal awakens his senses. "Oh, thank you sir!"

Doran laughs at Katlynn's newly kindled excitement. "I'd hurry on up here if I were you!" Doran extends the knot to Gemiron. "Freshly made this morning." He indicates another seat at the table. "Please, sit."

Neokara smirks at the man's reaction to his new position. Her hands fall neatly to her lap once the clapping has calmed. "Congratulations Gemiron," she shouts.

Doran points to the shouting apprentice. "You, come here. You with the loud mouth!" Doran grins. "Apprentice Neokara, front and center."

Gemiron almost hops on his feet as he slips the new knot on, and does a deep bow to Doran. "Thank you," he murmurs before skibbling on over to the master's table and pluinking down in the nearest avaliable seat.

Samuel grins at Gemiron, "congratulations."

Neokara blinks, glancing about to see who the Master is talking to. "Who, me?" she starts, then stands slowly and starts to move forward. "Yes?"

<Weavers> K'ryn wants a promotion too! :P
<Weavers> Rolan promotes K'ryn to loveslave.

Doran turns around and fetches a Journeyrank knot from the box. "Apprentice Master Samuel will need to be posted into the hall for his new duties. You, I think, may very well take his place at Tillek. Not certain, but you may have the rank for now."

Savanna continues to applaud, though her shouting voice is getting a bit scratchy. "Congrats Neokara!" she calls out.

<Weavers> Katlynn sniffles. I want a loveslave!
<Weavers> K'ryn says, "Woot!"
<Weavers> K'ryn oohs. I think the C2 gets priority... :)

Samuel's expression falls and he scoots down into his chair a little more.

<Weavers> Rolan says, "Curses! Foiled again!"

Neokara blinks, definately surprised. "Tillek? Really?" She looks to Samuel then with a smile. "Well, if that's the case, I might need to ask you some pointers on getting around over there."

Gemiron grins his thanks to Samuel then cheers out for Neokara, clapping happily. Definitely more excited for everyone else now.

Katlynn gazes slantwise at Samuel, brows arching up ever-so-slightly. "What's up?" But likely she knows, since she has talked about the Tillek-thing with him before. "Congratulations Gem!" She keeps bouncing around on her toes, still not seated again, and dashes across to the spot he took at the Master's table. "Mind if I sit here?" She indicates the chair beside him, then flumps into it neatly. She applauds loudly for Neo, grinning all the more as people are getting promoted allover the place.

<Weavers> Katlynn patpats Rolan.
<Weavers> K'ryn scoots over next to Kat :>

Doran hands the knot to Neokara and grins. "My guess would be by boat." he gives a wink and notions her off toward the Journeyrank table. "Your new chair awaits."

Samuel nods to Neokara, "I can give you all the pointers for whom to look out for and whom not to." He shrugs at Katlynn, "I guess it's not important. Just, certain flowers don't bloom in Southern Boll."

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "You just love me for my flouncy knot."
<Weavers> K'ryn bahs. I knew you when your knot was much less flouncy :P

Neokara smirks to Doran, and nods with a smile towards the other newly turned Master. She finds a place amidst the other Journeyrank and seats herself, cheeks just a little pink.

Doran holds up one more knot, twirling it on his finger. "Okay, one more. Junior Apprentice Savanna, come forward."

Radar cheers for Neokara's reassignment to Tillek.

Gemiron smiles over at Kat and nudges her in the side, giving his belated permission to sit there. "Congrats to you too Katly," he mutters before beaming at Savanna next. "Looks like she';s going to be tripping over a new knot instead of beads."

Savanna is so surprised at being called that she jumps up and says, "Me??" The girl doesn't even wait for an answer before rushing up to Master Doran, gushing all the way.

Doran laughs. "Careful. I don't want to have to call in a healer to get your bones set over a knot."

<Weavers> Rolan says, "doesn't anyone /ever/ play like they've worked hard, earned and expect their promotion?"
<Weavers> Jorai says, "Hell yeah"
<Weavers> Doran says, "I did. ;)"
<Weavers> K'ryn worked hard to earn his loveslave promotion, yepyep :P
<Weavers> Jorai says, "That's a promotion? ;)"
<Weavers> Doran says, "Katlynn did okay too, I think."
<Weavers> Katlynn did once. I think.
<Weavers> Rolan hmphs at K'ryn.
<Weavers> Katlynn says, "Oh and today too then ;)"
<Weavers> Kassima is still working to earn a promotion to supermodel, but she doesn't wiggle her hips enough. ;)
<Weavers> Gemiron says, "Gem is a weaving weaver, he never expects to be promoted by the stichting weavers :)"

Radar chants, "Walk, Savanna, Walk!"

<Weavers> K'ryn says, "It is when you get to be Kat's slave :P"
<Weavers> Katlynn thinks Kassi should've got it for wearing that red-thing Kat made her ;) And *pokes K'ryn* I want to see all the work you did then.
<Weavers> Doran says, "Kinda like Weaverside Story. The Stitches never mess with the Weaves."

Savanna slows down to walk the last few steps, beaming proudly.

<Weavers> K'ryn says, "If I wear your hotpants again, can I be a supermodel too? :>"
<Weavers> Rolan Wants to be a supermodel so he can be the fantasy of adolesent boys pern-wide

Doran leans a little lower and hands Savanna the knot. "Job well done, Savanna. You've earned it."

Katlynn squirms around in her seat again, beaming a bright smile across to Savanna as the young woman is promoted. "Congrats!" she calls, then chants, along with half the hall, "Walk, Walk Savanna walk!"

<Weavers> Katlynn thinks your already that, Rolan.
<Weavers> Rolan says, "yeah, but /officially/"

Neokara claps for Savanna, watching her as she slowly moves towards Neo's old stomping grounds.

Samuel claps his hands together for Savanna, "Walk Savanna walk!!"

Gemiron claps his hands in rhythym and does the obligatory chant. "Walk Savanna Walk!"

Savanna holds the knot againts her chest dearly as she walks to the apprentice table. One foot in front of the other, then twirls as she gets to a seat, poses, then graceful slips into her chair. She is happy.

Doran grins, and extends his arms toward everyone. "Thank you for attending this lovely dinner and for your support now and before." He reaches up and flicks on the OOC light. "Now haul out those beanbags and lets get down to business."