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.

11/14/02

Telgar Weyr Lake Shore

The vegetation thickens near the lake, becoming a meadow that runs along the edge of a narrow, sandy beach. The sands spill down into a crystal lake to the north, lapping against the crater walls to the north and east. A fence runs northwest-southeast, blocking off the lake from the feeding grounds. The grass and trees around the lake resound with the bright green of summer. The lake, and the meadow around it teem with life and activity. Warmth -- the gift of summertime -- seems to lift the spirits of everything around here. Firelizards zip about the lake, taking full advantage of the season. The red shades of sunset cast the meadow into deep, but peaceful shadows.

M'rten heads over from the central bowl.

Mariloth lumbers in from the central bowl.

Cheni sits on the long grasses near the lake, stretching out her leg muscles as Irenyath lazily soaks in the water.

Mariloth makes her way down from the bowl, lowering her neck to let M'rten hop off while the dragon keeps on, splashing her way into the lake. "Hey," M'rten calls, raising a hand to wave as walks over toward the other weyrling.

Cheni looks up at the greeting and grunts but continues her slow stretching. "Hey yourself. That was some work out this morning, huh? I was doing real good until I tripped off that last pile of firestone sacks." She watches the other green head into the lake and chuckles. "Good place to be these days."

"Great place to be," M'rten says, glancing over his shoulder as he sits, rubbing at his arms. "I just hope I can avoid the Weyrlingmasters long enough to catch my breath."

Cheni smirks and looks over her shoulder. "I just finished my second run of the day so I got to stretch out. Maybe if you dab some water on your forehead and pant a lot they'll think you were working out too?"

M'rten laughs, shaking his head. "I /have/ been working out. And I don't think I'm gonna be able to stand up anytime soon."

Cheni shakes her head and tries again. "But if they think you are sweating then even if they do come looking for you, they'll think you were doing something productive, see? There's a method to my madness, really there is."

Irenyath warbles her agreement and flips over then under the water, coming up to the surface to send a soft rain of cooling water over towards the shore.

M'rten shrugs, looking around before leaning back with a broad grin. "Maybe if I just stay very, very still they won't notice I'm here."

Mariloth just drifts slowly through the water, spreading her wings lazily.

Cheni giggles. "We could paint you green to match the grass, or perhaps granite to blend in with the boulder?" Only a small mist of water reaches Cheni and she grins over at Irenyath. "Thank you, love." Turning back to her fellow weyrling, she asks curiously. "Besides, what do you have to finish today anyhow?"

M'rten purses his lips thoughtfully. "I don't remember, precisely. Probably more running and marching. Oh, and those stupid charts."

Cheni wrinkles her nose. "Oh - the charts." She tries to look sympathetic but doesn't quite make it, then looks rather guilty and ducks her head back as she stretches muscles already stretched.

M'rten shakes his head slowly. "I just can't get those to make any sort of sense." He frowns slightly as he notices the guilty look. "What's up with you?

Cheni blinks even more at that confession and reluctantly admits. "Well, umm, I don't find them that hard to figure out, it's sort of fun, in a way, like a puzzle. I drew them out in the sand and it helped."

M'rten continues to frown, staring hard for a few moments before saying quietly, "I hate you."

Cheni looks dismayed. "Oh come on, you wouldn't hate me, now would you? I mean, you saw how lousy I was at making straps, we all can't be good at everything can we? I still mess up at the running and carrying drills all the time."

"Alright," M'rten says after another pause, his grin beginning to return, "I'll only hate you a little bit."

Cheni sticks out her tongue as she slowly gets to her feet. "Brat. I didn't hate you when you were better at straps, did I? Besides, have you tried writing out the charts onto sand? Helps you see them better, really."

M'rten laughs, sitting up a bit to rub at his calves. "I'll try that, then. Maybe you can give me some pointers, even."

Cheni giggles and says mischievously. "Oh, you don't need a pointer, a finger will do just fine."

M'rten glares hard, the expression somewhat spoiled by his grin. "You are /so/ lucky that I too sore to stand up right now."

Cheni grins as she hops up on the boulder for further distance needed, if that need arises. "Oh come on now, you are in better shape than you've ever been haven’t you? And look at that healthy glow?" She flutters her lashes innocently. "The very picture of robust health."

M'rten drags himself to his feet, rubbing his arms and dusting the dirt from his backside. "Yeah, I feel wonderful. Going to bed with my arms about to fall off is great." He's still grinning, at least.

Cheni shakes her finger as she sits cross-legged upon her perch. "There is that numbweed salve you know, and what's a new stench to smell intermixed with all the other wonderful odours of the barracks?"

M'rten shrugs, grinning even more broadly as he starts to walk slowly (and a little stiffly) towards the boulder. "Well, I'd have to use a lot to cover up that smell coming from your corner."

Cheni pouts and juts out her lip. "I'll have you know that ..." She smirks. "Never mind, I won't lower myself to even comment on that one." She tosses her hair back over her shoulder and offers saucily. "You wouldn't be so stiff you know, if you just stretched out after the drills."

"I do stretch," M'rten protests, closing in on the boulder. "Maybe I'm just working harder than everybody else."

Cheni wriggles her butt further into the middle of the boulder and laughs. "Uh-huh. Sure you do, that's it. I'm lazy and just sit around and polish my nails all day and wonder what to do with my hair every morning and then feast on sweets brought to me by the Weyrlingmaster staff."

M'rten nods slowly. "I knew it," he says, "That's why you're so slow." He suddenly begins to run, closing the distance to the boulder and bounding up onto it.

Cheni scurries over to the very edge of the boulder and hops off with a wild leap, landing safely in some grass. "Slow? Little old me, slow? You got the wrong person, did I ever mention I got two older brothers?" She giggles, catching her breath.

M'rten barks out a brief laugh as he perches on the boulder. "I sure feel sorry for them." He leaps down into the grass, ready to sprint after the other weyrling.

Cheni laughs as she pivots and heads directly towards M'rten, then veers off to the left just when she might have been in grabbing distance. “For someone so stiff and sore, you sure move fast enough, but not fast enough!" She laughs victoriously as she gets past, looking over her shoulder, much to her downfall, literally, as she trips up and has to catch herself from a face full of grass.

M'rten snatches out at the girl as she passes, making a frustrated noise before turning and giving chase. "Ha!" he shouts as she stumbles, catching up quickly.

Cheni eeks as her shirtsleeve is caught and she turns quickly, hoping to break free. "Yes?" She tries to keep a straight face. "Can I do anything for you?"

M'rten tugs hard, trying to improve his grip. "Just hold still," he says with a laugh.

Cheni laughs as she twists to the left. "Why would I want to hold still when I'm being chased by someone? Shells, you'll have to get that one right, when it's time for your lifemate to go up."

M'rten manages to grab Cheni by the arm, leaning hard and dragging her towards the lake. "That's something I'm trying not to worry too much about, y'know."

Pwert walks up slowly, his eyes absorbed in a record. As Cheni's laughing reaches him, his eyes drift away from the record and briefly lay on the two weyrlings, "Oh, hi M'rten, Cheni." his eyes return unwavering to the record as he continues on his way across the sand. Then, suddenly, he stops, goes straight, then looks over his shoulder with a horrified expression. His eyes go wide and his cheeks go red as he shouts, "Hey! Hey!" he runs towards the two, nearly dropping the record in the process, "You're not supposed to be runner-riding when your weyrlings!" A bit ignorant, Pwert seems, but still, he goes over to the two, "Hey, M'rten, you shouldn't. . . "

Cheni swallows her giggles as she is dragged towards the lake. She holds on strong, planting her feet solidly in the long grass and pulls against M'rten's yanking. It's a tug-a-war! When the higher pitched Hey reaches her ears, though, she turns to look and lets her grasp relax just a little, finding herself propelled towards the lake. "Hey! Not fair. Runner riding? What runners, where?" She looks around her, still trying to get her feet back under her.

Saulith makes a little production out of her landing, swooping down with much fanning of wings and stirring-up of dust. She rumbles mildly at the younger greens, then settles down sphinx-like on the shoreline. Her rider dismounts with her usual affectionate "Show-off. Just because you can doesn't mean you have to. Mind if I loiter with you all for a while?"

M'rten ignores Pwert's approach, taking advantage of Cheni's moment of distraction and dragging the girl towards the water.

Dragon> Irenyath and Mariloth sense that Saulith glimmers ruby-red, warm and aloofly amused. << What game are your riders playing? It's certainly loud. >>

Irenyath> Saulith and Mariloth sense that Irenyath lazily lifts one lid to look at the shoreline and snorts. << It's called my lifemate being too saucy for her own good and Marlioth's lifemate getting even. >>

Pwert tries to bat at M'rten's hand, as he explains to Cheni, "Baby-making is very, very bad!" Sure, they're clothed, but the little lad doesn't seem to understand, "C'mon, c'mon. You're gonna get in trouble!" As Kichevio dismounts, Pwert Startles, and backs away from the two, "Oh shards . . . "

Dragon> Saulith and Irenyath sense that Mariloth just continues to drift lazily through the water. << M'rten thinks Irenyath's lifemate should get wet. >>

Kichevio takes in the situation with a mild expression and a pair of slowly lifting eyebrows. "I could be wrong, of course," she notes, "but I really doubt that sort of behavior is sanctioned by the Great and Powerful Ursa. Besides, M'rten, greenriders are supposed to stick together, not drown each other."

With the combination of the comments by Pwert and the landing dragon, Cheni's totally caught off guard. She stumbles forward, and raises a hand in salute to the Weyrsecond. "Ma'...." Whatever more she had to say is cut off as she flays in the water, blinking wildly and coughing as she surfaces. "Baby Making? Baby? Where. What do runners have to do with babies?" She falls back in the water, utterly confused.

Faramen heads over from the central bowl.

Faramen strolls along the edge of the lake towards the beach. The lanky brown Harper is apparently playing a tiny, chubby pipe, very softly.

M'rten stands at the edge of the water, gloating over Cheni even as his boots get wet. "See? Told ya you were soft." He glances over after a moment, finally noticing Kichevio and Pwert. "Oh, ah, hello, ma'am. Hey, Pwert."

Pwert sighs with relief at Kichevio, "I told them not to." he glares at Cheni, his hands coming to his hips, "Hrmph. You should know. You're older!" His eyes soften, and a little smile fades into his face. He offers a hand to the older weyrling, "Need a hand?"

Acevedath backwings to a near perfect landing, a little mrrp escaping as she veers to avoid encroaching on other beach goers.

From high between Acevedath's neckridges, Janine unbuckles herself from Acevedath's flying straps, allowing her to dismount.

Janine slides with ease down from her place between her lifemate's neckridges. As she reaches the ground, Acevedath croons happily.

Kichevio rolls her eyes at M'rten. "If you get her wet, of _course_ she'll be soft. Soggy, even. Was there any particular reason you were drowning her?" She _sounds_ rather adult and firm, but she's grinning widely. "Try mud next time." She waves to Faramen and Acevedath genially, Saulith moving over (slightly) to give the new green some room. "Telgar's duties to Igen. I'd offer you some of our snow, but you've arrived during the sevenday of summer."

Faramen's piping becomes a little more noticeable as he nears the others, ending in a flourish just before he tucks the little pipe into a pocket. He offers the ladies present each a small bow, eyes twinkling.

Cheni blinks water out of her eyes as she parts her hair so she can see, still spluttering. "You said I was slow not soft!" She sticks her tongue out at M'rten and then turns with utter confusion at Pwert. "I should know what?" She takes the young lad's offer, sniffing with exaggerated miffedness at M'rten. "What -are- you talking about, Pwert, dear friend?" As she notices Faramen and then the Ignite dragon and rider, she pinkens, looking down at her stained and now dripping wet weyrling wear. "Mud?" She wails. "I'm dirty as it is."

Janine waves to the others as she unbuckles other straps on the largish green. "Igen's duties to Telgar and her queens. Mind if Ace," she slaps her green lifemate's shoulder affectionately, "takes a quick swim? She likes cold water every now and then." she calls while peeking sideways to the dripping girl.

Janine removes Acevedath's straps.

M'rten continues to grin at Cheni. "Close enough." He turns to Kichevio, shrugging as innocently as he can manage (which isn't saying much), "She said she needed to cool down from all her exercise." He glances over at the new arrival and her dragon curiously.

Pwert sighs, "Runner ride another, then get a colt. You should know." he says uncertainly, and then shrugs, "Never, ever mind Cheni. As long as you weren't . . . " He beams at the arriving Igenite, "Telgar's duties to Igen and her queens," he beams as she mentions the coldness of the water, "Aww, shells. It's pretty warm right now." Heat is surely a relative thing.

Acevedath rumble-croons to Saulith in a genteel manner while arranging her wings just so.

Kichevio is all generosity, at least when loaning out things that aren't technically hers. "Our lake is...Ace? Ace's lake." She gestures grandiosely towards the water. "Just don't drown any weyrlings; I don't think that's allowed." She coughs pointedly at M'rten. "Um, isn't there something weyrlings do for ranking riders?" she prompts. Never let it be said she didn't offer them a chance.

Faramen catches sight of the youngest person present. "Ah, Pwert, I'm sorry I was called away, earlier. If you'd like to discuss your pipe and its piping, just let me know, lad." Kichevio gets a grin at the rather pointed hint. "Ah, yet another reason to be glad not to be a Weyrling..."

Cheni laughs. "Not overly cold, Ma'am, Telgar's duties to Igen." She salutes, a little sloppily, mind you, as she slips in the muck as she makes her sodden way up out of the water. She gives M'rten a glare that's as cold as an ice flow however as she hisses. "Liar. You're twisting my words and you know it." Once again, Pwert utterly confuses her. "Runner riding? Pwert?" She speaks gently, as if to an addled uncle. "There -are- no runners here, really. Look around. Dragons, people, yes. But runners? No where I can see. And I'm not planning on having children."

Janine watches her lifemate, straps slung over a shoulder, greet the other dragon then she eyes the weyrling, with a smile. "Hmmm.. I'm Janine, I'll take your word for it." Letting her attention return to Ace she gives her a shove. "Go on.. You made such a fuss, now get in."

Acevedath walks out carefully out into the Shallows.

M'rten clears his throat gently and nods to Janine. "Telgar's duties to Igen, ma'am. This time of year the water's almost warm. Relatively, at least." He smiles vaguely at Cheni and shrugs. "You /meant/ you wanted to go in, right?" Pwert gets an odd look.

Janine piles the riding straps in a neat pile at a relatively clean spot on the beach then turns to finally examine the others. "Ah.. weyrlings. How long since you impressed?" she asks conversationally.

"It's better out of the water," Kichevio agrees, avoiding a few drops flung her way by Saulith. "Glad to meet you, Janine. Welcome to what appears to be a state of insanity."

M'rten also salutes Kichevio, if slightly belatedly.

Pwert shakes his head in mild confusion, "Never mind you two - I'd better talk to A'ran and Terrie." He smiles brightly at Faramen, "That'd be great!" Welcoming the break in the conversation with the Weyrlings, he runs towards the Harper,

"When's good for you?" Pwert asks.

Acevedath wades out to the deeper waters and sinks with obvious relish, only her snout protruding above the relatively calm water.

Faramen grins down at the lad, tucking his thumbs into his belt as he pretends to consider. "Let's see... We wouldn't want to disturb these lovely ladies, so... perhaps tomorrow afternoon? If you meet me in the lower caverns after my afternoon class, I'll postpone the joys of hidework in order to instruct you. How does that sound?"

Pwert beams and nods to the Harper, "Sounds great! I'll see you then." He peers at the water and carefully prods it with a little finger, "D'you think it's warm enough to swim in now?"

Cheni wrinkles her nose but at the mention of A'ran, her eyebrow quirks right up. "A'ran has something to do with your fixation on runner riding? Well that explains that, he's got as much sense as a wherry at times. Don't believe half of what he says, Pwert and the other half get confirmed from reliable sources." Looking behind her, she watches Irenyath watch the older green with a sense of wonder. "Yes, dear, there are other dragons you don't know yet. Amazing that, huh?" She smiles as she passes Faramen on her way to her kit bag. "Good evening, sir."

Liah heads over from the central bowl.

Faramen says "Good evening, lass" to Cheni as the young woman passes him. If he watches her for a brief moment, well, that's expected behavior for a Harper, right? To Pwert, he suggests, "The only way to know for certain is to try it yourself, lad.""

Acevedath drifts like a huge reptilian towards the shallows again, her attention upon something there.

Kichevio laughs. "A'ran's become your rumor mill? If you want actual facts behind your gossip, stick with Pierron. A'ran's as stuck in the barracks as you are, what would he know?" She refrains from further comments on runner riding. She doesn't corrupt _weyrlings_, she saves her energy for male riders. "If he freezes, Faramen, I'm cheerfully blaming it all on you. Hello!" She waves to yet another newcomer."

Liah gets distracted momentarily by a plant before Kichevio's wave catches her attention and she waves back, "Hello."

Janine takes a few steps towards Ace, her face taking on concerned scowl.

Faramen winks at Kichevio. "You wound me, m'lady." Kichevio's wave draws his eye, and Liah's catches it. "Ah, Liah! What an unexpected pleasure!"

Cheni is intent on finding a towel and doesn't notice the look from Faramen. With towel in hand, she dries her hair as best she can. "Well, Pwert isn't in the barracks ma'am so he can go to other sources, you are quite right." As Irenyath croons with growing interest at the older green, Cheni looks out to the lake as well, then to Janine and after a little conversation with her lifemate, nods her thanks as the curious little green swims away from the older.

Acevedath gives a sudden rush, breasting up out of the water, her wings partially spread and scooping water. This forms a surge moving quickly towards the shore as she plunges back into the water.

Liah smiles to Faramen, "Hello, I had hoped to find you on my visit."

Janine sighs and starts to run to the beach. "Heads up...there's a wave coming in!" she warns.

Kichevio has experienced dragon-caused tsunami before, and is already scrambling back a safe distance from the lake. Wet leather gets uncomfortable _real_ fast. "I knew I should have worn my bikini," she grumbles. "Does Ace object to large crowds or something?"

Faramen's grin widens in response to Liah's smile. He's about to answer the Igen Healer when the surge of water covers him to the knees. "Shells!" he exclaims explosively. Turning around as his footing steadies again, he gives Acevedath’s wake an extremely annoyed look.

Liah laughs as the wave comes, far enough up the beach to only watch the water rather than be dampened.

Pwert tosses off his shirts and starts to head into the water just as the waves lap onto the shore. He squeaks like a little girl, "Aieee! That /is/ cold." Undaunted, the little boy runs further into the water, sending up streams of water as he runs past, "I wonder . . ." once deeper in the water, Pwert tries to send a wave towards Ace, rather unsuccessfully as it dies out long before it reaches the dragons. And so, diving under the frigid water, he starts swimming for the group.

M'rten quicksteps back from the edge of the lake, chuckling as he looks out to the dragon responsible.

Faramen stalks up the beach towards Liah. "Would you laugh at a poor, sodden Harper, lovely lady?"

Cheni is totally drenched once again and finds herself face down, looking at the grass. Looking back with shock, she holds up her dripping towel. "That wasn't Irenyath and I don't think Mariloth could do that." Her glance goes to the Ignite dragon then the rider and her eyes grow wide. "How .. cute."

Janine shakes her head. "No.. just people not enjoying the same things she does." she calls to the Weyrsecond as she skids to a stop at the high watermark on the sands. "Ace! Please! They really didn't want to swim. I know it looked like they did, but.. no." she shouts. She watches the young boy move decisively into the cool water and sighs. "Sorry about that. I hope your boots aren't damaged." she says to the Harper as he passes. "If they are, I'll take care of it."

Liah gives Faramen a bright smile, "You're hardly sodden m'dear, just a little damp around the edges."

Acevedath snorts a plume of spray towards the boy, a soft rumble thrums through the water, more a vibration than sound. She heads slowly towards where the boy is diving.

Faramen inspects his boots as Janine mentions them, pointing them out to Liah. "My boots are sodden. They squelch." He widens his eyes and looks pleadingly at Liah. "Would you grace me with the comfort of your presence while I change, my dear?"

Kichevio is totally unaffected by Faramen's sodden state. "Write a ballad," she suggests to him brightly. "A sad mournful one about dying of pneumonia, while a young Healer sits by and weeps. Or possibly cures you, depending on whether you want a quick-save happy ending. Cheni, I think some towels are still dry, over by the big rock." She falls quiet as Acevedath the Submerged moves towards Pwert. Is that menacing music in the background?

Liah nods to Faramen, laughing in delight at Kichevio's suggestion, "You could take them off, Faramen."

Faramen waves a hand dismissively. "Writing ballads is Jalar's department. I could, but then I'd get sand between my toes..." He shudders expressively. "But I would not make you leave this enchanting gathering against your will, loveliest of Liahs..."

Janine gives Cheni an apologetic smile. "Sorry. But as you were already damp, well..." she grins. "Perhaps that's the worst that will happen to you today?"

Boots? Oh yes, leather things that don't mix with - Pwert startles and reaches under the water to tap his feet. His face goes flush red as the little spray speeds towards him. His voice goes as high as young girls as he shouts to shore, "Errr, yes! They're fine. Really!" He looks around confusingly as Ace disappears, "Now, where did she get to?"

Liah chuckles softly, "C'mon then m'dear, before the squelching drives you to distraction." she offers Faramen her hand.

A ring of bubbles break the surface around the boy.

Faramen, perhaps unsurprisingly, brings Liah's hand towards his lips before tucking it over his arm and heading towards the lower caverns.

Cheni snorts good naturedly. "That's fine, Ma'am, I'm used to getting wet. At least she didn't push me in like someone else I know did." Glaring at M'rten, she sniffs by to the rock, squishing her way through the grasses. "Leather, with what? Not runners again, Pwert? I swear that boy is runner crazy."

Liah heads in the direction of the central bowl, leaving the shimmering lake.

Faramen heads in the direction of the central bowl, leaving the shimmering lake.

"It happens," Kichevio says wisely. "I think I was the only one of my family to escape the Runner-Related Lifestyle curse. And considering how Saulith eats, I still see too many of them." She rolls her eyes good-naturedly at Faramen and Liah as they depart. "Do they teach classes on charm at the Harper Hall, do you think?"

M'rten winks at Cheni as he sits in the grass and begins to pull his own damp boots off. "Hey, I could've pushed you in when there was snow on the ground."

Janine steps back from the sands, taking a last look towards the lake. Eventually she takes a seat on a nice patch of grass. She looks to the leaving pair with a wistful expression, then back to the Weyrsecond. "Well, the ones I've known seem to be able to turn it on and off, like a spigot on a beer barrel. But it is nice while it's on."

Cheni smirks back at her fellow weyrling. "And then knocked me out on the ice. You've got a mean streak, M'rten, a mean, mean, streak indeed." She doesn't allow her attention to rest long on the departing couple, mustn't think of such things and her attention goes back to the dragons swimming. "I don't know many harpers, but he's always bowing and looking."

Pwert peers curiously at the bubbles, and starts kicking beneath the water, "What the?"

The bubble ring expands, turning the water a frothy white.

Pwert starts to look panicky as the ring expands beneath them and starts swimming rapidly towards the shore - still, not very fast, but fast for a small lad in water.

Kichevio is enjoying this immensely. "Should I call these two grizzled fishermen I know?" she asks Janine with a grin. "Of course, they'll need a bigger boat...here's an idea for a ballad, Cheni, "The Mysterious Disappearance of Pwert". Now, what rhymes with 'bubbles'?"

Cheni smiles vaguely at Kichevio. "I'm not a Harper, ma'am, I can't sing and I certainly can't write anything that ingenious. How many things go with Pwert?"

"Squirt," M'rten suggests, grinning out at the water.

The water begins to lift under the boy and a deep sea green form rises through the sheeting water directly under him. It lifts him up and the shining mound settles him between two ridges. A green dragon head lifts up in front of pair as they all move towards shore.

"Hurt! Flirt.. Oh, shells!" Janine exclaims as the water churns.

Cheni rolls her eyes at M'rten. "Did I ask for any comments from the dunker? I think not." Her eyes widen as Pwert and Acevedath emerge. "Oh my. I sort of discourage that in Irenyath, but I mean, different customs, different weyrs.."

Janine gets to her feet quickly. "I hope she knows what she's doing." she says in a voice calmer than her words imply.

Kichevio is torn between nerves and laughter. Laughter wins out. "She wouldn't dare. Besides, he's too little to be very much of an unwieldy burden. Practicing to be a greenrider, Pwert?"

Pwert peers downward as his hands clutch instinctively to the ridges, "Wheee!" he yells as he realizes what's beneath him. He pats the ridges gently, "You can sure hold your breath a long time, Ace! I wish I could hold it that long - then I could see the center lake bottom." He waves to Kichevio and nods, "Sure am! You never know."

Before Irenyath can get any ideas, Cheni is swift to her feet as well. "I need to get changed before I get a cold.. If you will excuse us?" She waves up at Pwert, not overly concerned and calls up. "I thought you liked runner riding not dragon riding, friend?" Barely catching a sneeze with a finger at her lip, she heads towards the barracks.











*** Disconnected from PernMUSH ***

Return to Logs Index Tired of pop-up ads? Download a FREE pop up stopper here