The following is a log of roleplay from PernMUSH . The World of Pern(tm)' and 'The Dragonriders of Pern(r)' are copyright to Anne McCaffrey (c) l967. This is a recorded online session, by permission of the author but generated on pernMUSH for the benefit of people unable to attend.

10/15/02

Weyrling Barracks

This immense cavern is the home for weyrling pairs. A huge opening is the entrance, leading to the ground level bowl. The floor is not quite smooth, being gauged with numerous scratches and cracks, from the clumsy undergrown claws on equally clumsy dragonets. The indentations on the floor, made by millennial pressure of the growing dragons, are quite suggestive of their purpose. Most of them have furs in one corner of them, as the new riders sleep as near their lifemates as they can. A particular odour lingers in the air here, not quite pleasant.

The normal ruckus of the barracks is almost constant.



Contents:

DRAGONS: Decarath

PLAYERS: Yashira Shawnah A'ran Bianca Cheni

OTHER: Alyonth, Ciryath, Irenyath, Firianth, Yariath, Mariloth, Liraneth, Orvieth, Silyath

Orvieth looks disappointed, plonking himself down next to the couch and nudging A'ran a couple more times. A'ran -still- doesn't wake.

Yashira glances over A'ran's way, then strides over to one of the basins and grabs a bucket.

Bianca pulls her coat on, then retrieves those oddly coloured mittens of hers from their respective pockets, following Yashira as she produces the bucket. "Poor, poor A'ran. Remind -me- never to do that."

Cheni places the mucking shovel against the wall where it belongs and walks back to Irenyath's couch. She tiptoes around, noticing that the well-fed dragonet sleeps soundly. With a sigh of relief, she busily begins to tidy around her, careful not disturb the sleeping one. “Remind you not to do what?" She looks over her shoulder as Bianca begins to pull her coat on.

Yashira fills the bucket, then walks over to A'ran, dips her hand in, and flicks the water at his face. Her nose wrinkles. "Guess if he sleeps through this, we ought to let him have his rest."

Cheni pouts as she watches Yashira now, with bucket in hand. "I got in trouble for.." She stops suddenly, tucking in her already neat as a pin cot.

Shawnah smirks and clears her throat, loudly, though she doesn't really seem to pay any mind to Yashira and the bucket. Though, is that slight disappointment on her face when the assistant weyrlingmaster does nothing but flick the water? In any case, she throws the cloak across her shoulders, and walks toward Alyonth. Glancing back toward Cheni, she grins. "Hey, how about you? Up to going outside, or is yours being too much of a sleepyhead, too?"

"Sleeping when Liraneth isn't," Bianca replies. Now the gloves go on, and then she has to look for Liraneth, who lurks quite eagerly near the exit, tail lashing behind her. "Calm -down- love, it isn't -going- anywhere."

A'ran groans, opening his eyes slightly and looking at Orvieth, "What?" He mumbles quietly. After a moment pause he sighs, "You already played in the snow /and/ went swimming..." He says, "What else is there to do?"

Cheni looks over at the sleeping Irenyath. "I don't know, she's pretty out of .." Just as she speaks, a very alert head pops up from her couch and croons. Adventure? Cheni laughs in one breath then frowns by the next. "Umm, well, she was asleep. Outside? Won't that be cold for them? Do they have coats?"

Yashira nods once, walking the bucket back over to the basin, emptying it, and putting it back down again. She heads for the door. "They have hide that's meant to brave between. You Weyrlings, though, get your jackets on."

Yashira moves through the opening to the west, heading toward the bowl.

Bianca shoves her hands in her pockets and sets off after Yashira, and after Liraneth, whom she barely catches up with before the little green darts out.

Bianca moves through the opening to the west, heading toward the bowl.

Shawnah chuckles and just follows after Alyonth, who gallops clumsily out.

Alyonth moves through the opening to the west, heading toward the bowl.

Cheni shivers doubtfully but at an impatient nudge of her lifemate, she too pulls out a jacket and mitts from her press. "Well, alright, if you are sure, Irenyath." She looks towards the door and then the young dragon. "If you insist." She doesn't need to help the graceful dragonet out of her couch, no, Irenyath's mastered that quite well by now. In fact, she has a hard time keeping up with the eager youngster.

Central Bowl

A stony field is the center of this great caldera, the size of which is unmatched at any other Weyr--for the whole complement of all the wings at Telgar could rest comfortably within its towering cliffs. Shaped in a perfect oval, the rock walls seem ideal for keeping the usual chill winds stirring about. The ground is mostly made of pebbles and rocks, some hued the milky shades of old quartz, though there are patches where softer dirt and even trees sprout up from the ground. To the south, the bowl opens onto the living caverns and the Weyrleaders' quarters; the immense entrance to the Hatching Grounds lies to the northwest. Heading southwest will lead one back out into the rocky mountain ranges around Telgar's protective walls. Dragons may be seen, relaxing or fresh from feeding, to the north, as well as the soft lapping sounds of Telgar's lake touching the sandy shore. The Weyrling Barracks, always aflutter with activity, are to the direct west. If you're looking for the 'dutypair' to take you to an outweyr destination, they can be found here. The training grounds and the meadow are both covered with a blanket of pure white snow, though it is trodden down in dragon-wide paths where the dragons move.

Cheni comes racing behind Irenyath, muttering under her breath. "Fine day when someone as young as you can walk faster and better than I can on this crunchy stuff. Snow dear, that is snow. It falls from the sky." She watches as the petite green stops suddenly and does a slow spin, looking all around and up, crooning in wonder the whole while.

Yashira does up her jacket, then pulls on her gloves, watching the Weyrlings begin to stream out. She frowns a little, looking skyward.

Decarath comes out of the weyrling barracks.

Decarath circles lower, then glides down to land with in a flurry of snow somewhere behind Yashira. Yash turns to regard him with a faintly irritated look.

Liraneth charges out of the barracks, skidding to a halt about five of her own diminutive lengths from the entry, and thus from Bianca, who emerges just behind her. "It's -snow,-" she explains, echoing Cheni.

Alyonth waddles quickly out of the barracks, doing well until she hits the snow and trips, doing a little tumble before righting herself, warbling in draconic glee, and reaching out with a forepaw to scoop up a paw full of snow, sending it flying. "I have to say, winter has /got/ to be the best time to be new." Shawnah says as she watches, and glances around the see the reactions of the other dragons, out for the first time.

Irenyath daintily walks/hops along a path in the snow. Her wings slightly unfurled for balance. She snakes her head back to watch her lifemate who is not as steady on the frozen stuff as she is and warbles encouragement. Cheni just snorts. "Easy enough for you, you were born here." She glowers as Alyonth sends snow flying in her direction and brushes off a clump from her shoulder. "Hurmph."

Decarath settles on his haunches, peering down at the tiny dragons, nostrils flaring.

Bianca doesn't move much past the barracks tunnel, but stands there and crosses her arms over her chest, watching with some rather enraptured amusement as Liraneth gets her bearings. It is Liraneth who dips her head down to stare at the snow, cocking her head first to one side and the other before taking an enormous bite out of it... which provokes a loud, indignant squawk from her and tittering laughter from Bianca.

Shawnah sends a grin back to Cheni. "You'll get used to it.." she says, for perhaps the millionth time, "Though I guess you kinda.. have to now, huh?" she beams, and then blinks as the flying snow hits Cheni. Her lifemate gives a low croon of alarm, glancing at Shawnah, and then back to Cheni. "Aaw... she says she didn't mean to and hopes that didn't hurt?" Shawnah offers, and then reaches down, picks up her own handful of snow, and sends it flying back toward Alyonth, who ducks and gallops of toward her siblings.

Yashira looks away from Decarath, watching the snow start to fly and crossing her arms. She says nothing about stopping, though.

The winter air feels a bit nippy. The breeze grows into a definite wind and a few people out in the bowl start to hide their faces from it.

Cheni shoves her hands deeper into her pocket and mutters. "I don't have to like it, though." She gives the little green a reassuring smile. "That's perfectly alright, no harm done." She says this to reassure Irenyath as well, who comes along her lifemate, offering a steadying wing. Cheni laughs as she playfully shoves at Irenyath. "Goofus, I'm the one supposed to be steadying you. I can't keep up with you." She plants one foot then the other in some steadying snow and motions to Irenyath. "Go play, don't let me slow you down." And after a look for reassurance, Irenyath does head down to the rest of the youngsters, trilling with glee as she slides along an icy patch. Cheni gasps. "Slow down!"

Liraneth snorts at Bianca and shakes her head, sending little bits of snow flying. She gets distracted, though, by her clutch sisters, and takes off after the other greenlings, hopping from place to place, wings out. "I don't think I -ever- had that much fun playing in the snow," Bianca points out, shaking her head slowly. "I don't even remember having that much -energy- to -do- things like that."

Above, Indrath rises up from the lake shore.

"You'll have a lot more once you're used to all the running and exercise," Yashira remarks absently in Bianca's direction.

Above, Indrath flies towards the south end of the bowl.

Alyonth does another trip-and-roll, quickly hopping up again and rearing up on her hind legs, sending more snow flying, this time toward her sisters. She rears up just a tad too much though, and ends up tumbling head-over-heels. Shawnah takes a step forward, but when the green stops, getting an upside-down view of the much larger Decarath and warbling up at him cheerfully, Shawnah relaxes again, wrapping her clock a bit more tightly about herself and watching.

Decarath snorts once, tip of his tail twitching. He looks unimpressed, but that's nothing new.

Irenyath bugles with surprise as snow lands on the tip of her tail but she launches it right back, with a neat flick. She waddles over to Cheni who laughingly shakes her head. "No, if you are going to get into something, you're on your own on this one. You may like this stuff, I don't." She steps back away from any snow that might fly as Irenyath burrows her tail into loose snow, then lets it drag every which way, flicking left and right as a giant sized wing appears in the snow.

Above, Taralyth flies over from the south end of the bowl.

Above, Taralyth circles twice, then angles for a landing a safe distance from the young dragonets, rider grumbling into his neck about the slush all the while.

Taralyth backwings for a landing.

Alyonth rolls back over, glancing back up at Decarath and snorting - you're no fun! Just in case, though, she sends a little spray of snow in his direction - though it's just a tiny amount compared to what the adult dragon could do - and waddles over to peer at Irenyath, curious.

Astride Taralyth's neck, I'sai unstraps and, upon eyeing the ground - and those sprays of snow, more importantly, makes certain to secure his collar good and tight before dismounting. "Evening."

I'sai slides down from Taralyth's neck.

Decarath rumbles a minimal greeting to Taralyth, and glances down at the snow that dusts his forelegs with a lack of enthusiasm. Yashira snickers faintly.

Shawnah quirks a brow at the brown, and just shakes her head, a slight grin on her face. "Like dragon, like rider?" she mutters under her breath, before Taralyth and then I'sai are spotted, and she snaps off a smart salute.

Taralyth noses in the general direction of snowy Decarath, snorts fastidiously, and flicks his tail about his haunches in lieu of actually -settling-. His rider mutters something else, under his breath, but at least returns Shawnah's salute while he's at it.

Irenyath shows Alonyth her newfound talent and moves over to a fresh patch of snow. Half squatting, her tail again flicks back and forth in the deep snow, sending it flying in a mini-blizzard around her. When the snow clears, a perfect semi-circle, almost down to bare stone, appears. She eagerly snakes her head around to see the results of her endeavors as Cheni stifles a giggle. "Like Rider, like dragon in what way, Shawnah?" She notices I'sai's landing and snaps off a salute as well, perhaps not as precise as Shawnah's but she is improving.

"I'sai," Yashira greets, glancing at Taralyth. Shawnah's muttered comment's too quiet for her to hear... but she picks up Cheni's. "Decarath and I are not alike, thank you."

I'sai hadn't been looking in Cheni's direction - that was Taralyth, scanning the bowl as a whole, forepaws tucked primly in - but he does tip a nod her way, and ask of Yashira, "Not even a little? ...And have they just been exercising, then?"

"No. Not at all. Just out looking at snow for the first time," Yashira informs I'sai, glancing over at Decarath again, then back to Taralyth. "He's on edge, isn't he?"

Cheni blinks as Taralyth acknowledges the salute and whispers to Shawnah. "Are we supposed to salute dragons as well? This is so confusing." She practically wails. "I am going to salute anything the walks, just to be safe." Chuckling, she rolls her eyes. "Very cute, Irenyath, I am -not- going to start saluting you."

"They're both.." Shawnah starts in lowered voice, and just shakes her head, gaze rolling back to peek at Yashira, "Never mind." she finishes with a chuckle, and then another glance is sent back at Yashira's question to I'sai. Alyonth, meanwhile, gives Shawnah a curious look, and then warbles gleefully as she's sprayed down with snow. Whuffling at the edge of the hole made by Irenyath before pushing snow in, as if intent on burying her sister.

"Snow's one thing, snow and ice, trampled snow that's next thing to slush another," I'sai admits, messing with his collar a little more. "Just as how he is with mud, at least till he's well and fully saturated - and something in the wind. Clear skies, else I'd guess snow. ...They look cheerful enough, at least," this last more to the dragonets' human counterparts.

Yashira arches an eyebrow at Shawnah, expression stern. She shakes her head, looking back at Decarath. "He's being edgy again. I hope it's not another sharding green."

Cheni notices Irenyath beginning to tire after her demonstration and walks over, carefully keeping out of Alyonth's way and walks beside the apologetic green, helping her back into the barracks. "She needs to finish her nap." She calls back as an explanation.

Yashira inclines her head to Cheni. "Good call."

Weyrling Barracks











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