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.

10/30/02

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 meadow near the lake is strewn with wild flowers, like little stars of pink, yellow, and white. The ground by the barracks is quite muddy.

Contents:

Mariloth

M'rten

Irenyath

Kimbrith

Obvious exits:

Weyrling Barracks Southern Bowl Lake Shore Hatching Cavern Feeding Grounds Runner Pasture Weyr Entrance

Cheni quibbles with Irenyath as the pouty green croons. "No, you can't fly without a Weyrlingmaster watching. And no, I can't be a Weyrlingmaster." She sighs. "I don't know enough, dear."

M'rten comes out from the barracks, closely followed by Mariloth. "Only for a little while," he tells the green, looking over his shoulder, "And after that I've got chores to do."

Cheni grins as she overhears M'rten. "Evening, Restless lifemate, huh? Irenyath wants to get moving and going." She chews on the remains of her dinner, a meatroll, as she leans against the barracks wall.

M'rten pats Mariloth's leg as he slows, the dragon circling him in the open area of the bowl. "I promised her I'd give her a little ride around the bowl." He glances meaningfully at his lifemate as he adds, "Just a /little/ one, because we were doing it all morning and I don't want someone complaining of a sore neck tonight."

Cheni looks up at Mariloth and grins. "Well, she's strong enough, why does she have a sore neck? I mean, I've been up on Irenyath a lot without much complaints from her." She gives Irenyath a once over and shrugs. "She says I'm not heavy."

"She doesn't yet," M'rten says, clambering up onto Mariloth's neck once the dragon holds her leg out for him. "But she's a little overconfident, and someone needs to watch out for her."

Cheni finishes off her dinner, letting the crumbs fly as she brushes off her raggedy tunic. "Well, has she flown yet? I can't remember if I saw you in our class, the other day. I think for some dragons that sort of shakes the over confidence right out of them."

M'rten laughs, shifting to get comfortable on Mariloth's neck. "No, not yet. She slept through that class. And she's still a little frustrated that I didn't wake her."

Cheni grins. "She must have been tired, Irenyath's excited bugle would have woken anyone else. She did a lot better than I did, but then again, she always does things better than I do."

I don't recognize that name.

Mariloth suddenly begins to lope across the bowl, M'rten leaning forward and doing his best to hold onto her neck. "Well," he calls over, "I'd be surprised if you flew better than her."

Cheni laughs. "I'd be surprised too! I don't happen to have wings." She clambers on Irenyath after a short inner conversation and while still not anywhere close to being as graceful as more experienced riders, she quickly finds her seat. "Walk slow now dear heart."

>> M'rten climbs up onto Mariloth's back.

>> A bit of her energy burned off, Mariloth slows and trumpets happily. "

>> A bit of her energy burned off, Mariloth slows and trumpets happily. "Thank you, love," M'rten says as his ride smoothes. He looks over at the other weyrling and grins brightly. "I love this bit."

Cheni looks up at the sky. "Just think, we'll be up there soon." As Irenyath moves along the bowl, she sighs. "They look so, quite not dignified, waddling about everywhere they go, they're meant to be up there." Her eyes widen and she holds on tight as her lifemate decides to veer to the left, just to see if she was paying attention. Then the green abruptly stops, obviously fascinated by something that is wedged in the corner by the feeding pens wall.

>> On Mariloth, "Yeah," M'rten says, holding on tightly as Mariloth begins to trundle over towards Irenyath. "I've been on runner beasts, and when they get up to a gallop, you know that's what they were meant for. Dragons are... a bit rougher on the ground."

>> The spring air is cold. The wind lessens until it's only a light breeze that blows through the bowl.

>> Irenyath takes a talon and slips it between the fence post and the wall of the feeding pen's shed. She wriggles it gently, pulling back and croons her victory as an unbleached herdbeast skull clatters on to the stone. Cheni shakes her head. "It's just an old skull, what's so interesting?" Irenyath disagrees and she clicks it with her talon, sending it clattering, rolling across the stone.

>> Mariloth moves closer, leaning her head down to sniff at the skull before nudging it with her nose. "There's no meat on it," M'rten tells the dragon.

Dragon> Telgar Weyrlings sense that Irenyath warbles excitedly. << Roll it, it makes great noise and it's fun even though it's dead. >>

>> Mariloth gives it a firm push with her snout, sending it rolling back towards and past Irenyath before bugling proudly. M'rten laughs and shakes his head. "New toy."

Dragon> Mariloth bespoke Telgar Weyrlings with << It's fun! >>

>> Irenyath warbles as the head goes clattering by and she is off after it, Cheni holding on for her dear life, laughing, not at all afraid. Irenyath's tail reaches the skull first and it's a slapshot, across the stones and the skull rolls over and over, twirling wildly as it goes, bouncing off the barrack wall and heading at an angle in Mariloth's direction.

>> Mariloth spins, forcing M'rten to tighten his grip as she crouches and blocks the rolling skull with a foot. She gives it a long, curious look before flicking it back to Irenyath on a noisy, bouncing path.

TGW-LC>> Pwert walks here from the Inner Cavern.

TGW-LC>> Pwert walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

>> Pwert walks here from the south.

>> Irenyath croons her impatience but as the skull returns her way, she hop-skips to the side to catch it before it goes past her once again. Her wings unfurl slightly and Cheni gasps. "Don't do that!!" Irenyath looks offended but good-naturedly keeps her wings closer. The skull rattles through. Now look what you made me do! But a quick save with her tail and the now battered bone is launched as a low flying missile across the stone, away from the entrance into the weyr proper and directly towards the other weyrling green.

>> Pwert eyes the skull as it goes soaring back and forth, a look of quiet confusion crossing his face. "Amazing," he states as he walks a little closer for further inspection, "They're doing /that/ to it, and it still hasn't gone to bits?" He mutters in awe to himself, before waving, at a distance, to the weyrlings, "Hey, guys!" He shouts cheerfully, "What're they doing?" He points, with a facial expression of mixed disgust and curiosity, at the flying skull.

>> On Mariloth, M'rten lunges at the flying skull, hitting it with the top of her head to send it straight up. As it comes down, she swings at it with her tail, and the skull bounces across the bowl quickly, straight at Pwert. "Heads up!" M'rten calls.

>> Mariloth lunges at the flying skull, hitting it with the top of her head to send it straight up. As it comes down, she swings at it with her tail, and the skull bounces across the bowl quickly, straight at Pwert. "Heads up!" M'rten calls.

>> Pwert stares as the flying skull gets whacked by Mariloth and sails for him, "Sweet she-" he drops to the ground solidly, and puts his hands over his head in one fluid motion. Thump! "Watch where you're throwing that thing!" he yells as he waits for the clear.

Cheni laughs as she looks over to Pwert. "What do you think they are doing? They are ... well, they are.." She shrugs. "Umm, throwing around a dead head." She whistles with appreciation at the snazzy skill the other green shows and is better prepared, Irenyath's dodge to the left, then forward doesn't shake her too much. However, the head sailing to Pwert, does and she blinks as the thing clears him by a good few feet. "Keep in on the ground.." She screeches. "Iren-yATH" Bouncing in her seat as Irenyath lunges across the bowl, her voice shakes. "Careful." When Irenyath goes to catch the skull, she croons with disappointment, as the toy has broken clear in two.

>> Mariloth trots over, her eyes shading to orange as she looks down at the broken skull. "Sorry," M'rten tells the dragon, "You'll have to find something sturdier next time."

Cheni shakes her head. "Nothing is sturdy around a dragon, I don't think. You got any ideas what might work better? That was fun." She grins, her eyes sparkling. "I mean, I wonder if that's sort of like how it is up there when you are dodging left right and every which way." She looks down at Pwert. "You ok?"

>> Pwert jumps up with a nod, and begins to brush off his knees, "Always, Cheni. You know me!" Pondering as he looks at the cleaved skull, he suggests, "Maybe you could sew a big version of the ball we use for Lord's Squares?"

>> On Mariloth, "Or a rock?" M'rten suggests. "Maybe if we had enough leather to make something solid, it'd work. Sorry about that one," he tells Pwert. "She thought you wanted to play."

Cheni laughs. "Me? Sew?" Leaning back in the safety of Irenyath's neck ridges, she giggles helplessly. "Me? You did see the remnants of my robe, good thing Mirielle had pity on me and gave me the one she used when she stood."

>> Pwert giggles softly, "Well, of course! But not with something /that/ hard. It could've been my skull that looked like that." he points again to the cleaved skull, "Well, I could try - Aunty Tamea's been teaching me how to knit and sew, when I'm off duty."

You dismount Irenyath.

On Mariloth, M'rten leans down to scratch Mariloth's neck as the green walks slowly over towards Pwert. "That'd be good. Maybe we can even get the others involved and have a whole game of some sort."

Cheni slips down Irenyath's side, still smirking. "You were safe enough, it wasn't that good of an aim. But it'd have to be really strong or it'd be gone in the first throw. I wonder what else you could use?"

Pwert hrms softly, tapping his foot, "Leather, padding, rock inside maybe? I'll think about it - y'know, the smith might have some ideas, or the tanner. I'll check with them later." The little lad grins, and winks, "I'm supposed to be message running right now, so, shhhhh. I'll come back later, I promise, when I'm done, and tell you if anyone's got some ideas." He waves to the two, and then continues on his way to the Outer Infirmary

Pwert disappears down the tunnel that leads out of the Telgar Caldera.

M'rten climbs down from Mariloth.

Cheni hears her name being called from the barracks and it's not a happy call either. "Oh shells, I forgot, I've gotta run, M'rten, I'm supposed to be getting extra classes on straps making. See ya."

You walk through the huge entrance into the Weyrling Barracks.









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