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.

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 sits on Irenyath's foreleg, idly picking lint off a sweater as she stares out at the bowl. She lazily dangles her foot in beat to the tune she whistles under her breath.

Shawnah wanders into the bowl, a few moments later Alyonth rising from the direction of the hotsprings and landing not far away with a greeting warble to her clutchsibs. Shawnah in turn raises a hand in greeting to the other Weyrlings.

Mariloth swoops down over the bowl, banking and circling once before landing gently in a snowy patch, allowing M'rten to climb off and let out a heavy sigh. "No, Mariloth," he says, scratching the green's leg, "He didn't mean those things he said."

Cheni looks up, watching Mariloth make her entrance. "Evening. And what's eating her?" She waves at Shawnah. "Me? Nothing. Just getting lint off this thing I found in stores." She wrinkles her nose. "Not that pretty but it's warm."

Shawnah glances sideways at M'rten as he dismounts, a hint of.. something.. crossing her face before she eyes Alyonth. Well, the straps she's wearing anyway, with a critical eye. She nods once to herself and then looks up, shrugs, and flops to a seat next to Alyonth. Another glance is sent to Cheni then, and she grins, "Already getting too cold again, eh?"

M'rten shrugs a bit bashfully as he leads Mariloth over towards Cheni and her lifemate. "We just had some trouble finding a particular weyr. Our passenger got a bit... frustrated with us. Loudly frustrated."

Cheni nods agreeably enough. "I'm always cold. What's new?" She laughs. "You know me well enough." Irenyath croons sympathetically to the other green and Cheni tsks. "That's hard. When they don't give good instructions where they want let off."

Saeliena slowly wanders out of the barracks, moving at a lazy pace. She hails her fellow weyrlings with a wave of her hand. Ciryath follows after, intent upon some obscure detail of a lesson they recently learned.

M'rten nods, frowning up at the weyrs before giving the green an affectionate pat on the leg. "He just kinda pointed and mumbled something and was mad we couldn't get him there right away. No, love, it's not your fault."

Spineth soars to a lazy landing. He settles lazily to the ground, but his rider's dismount is snappy.

Shawnah just chuckles lightly, giving M'rten a sympathetic glance falling back to look up at the sky, Alyonth following suit. Mmm. Free time... Saeliena is sent a wave-handed greeting as well, as her shadow falls across her line of view. "It's just now getting /perfect/ for me." she says in answer to Cheni, and then blinks as another shadow crosses her view, and Alyonth warbles a greeting. Sitting up, she snaps off a salute to Ursa. "Weyrlingmaster Ursa, ma'am!" she greets.

Cheni salutes from her perch on top of Irenyath as Spineth lands. She hastily scrambles down her lifemate's side, placing the sweater she was defuzzing back into her side pouch. She sticks out her tongue at Shawnah however. "You've got ice in your veins, I'm sure of it."

M'rten looks over and salutes Ursa as the others do. "Weyrlingmaster."

Ursa looks over the weyrlings, nodding to acknowledge the salutes. "I'll be out for the between lesson in a half a candlemark," she says brusquely, and turns to walk into the barracks.

Ursa walks through the entrance into the Weyrling Barracks.

Saeliena snaps to attention long enough to salute, and say, "G'day, Weyrlingmaster." Then she slouches back down, with an unusual lack of enthusiasm. Seems someone's either mopey, or tired.

Cheni pales and looks to the other weyrlings, croaking. "She said. Between. Right?" She clears her throat speaking carefully. "I mean, she didn't just say she was between projects or between dinner or supper or something?"

Shawnah just kinda blinks, and then chuckles. "Between lesson? Not me, yet!" she states, sounding.. relieved, maybe? Alyonth snorts at her lifemate, and then glances curiously as a newcomer arrives. Shawnah meanwhile just beams at Cheni. "It was all the dye. It fried more than my brains, see.." and then there's a wider beam as the weyrling makes that statement.

Anderson's exploring, his unfamiliar face scoping out the unfamiliar terrain. However, as he happens upon the weyrling class, his steps slow, and he finds a spot on the caldera to lean against. Not spying, just observing.

M'rten blinks, nodding slowly to Cheni. "I think that's what she said. I guess the weather today's good for it or something." He gives Shawnah a slightly odd look, but doesn't say anything.

Cheni leans against Irenyath's strapped side and laughs nervously. "You can't use that excuse any more Shawnah, everyone knows the truth. " She did notice Anderson's progress and smiles vaguely in his direction before giving Saeliena an odd look. "What's eating you, seems like it's contagious."

Not that Cheni's gaze lingered nearly long enough to note it, but Anderson's chin rises in a modified nod of acknowledgement, the physical equivalent of, "Hey," but he doesn't stir from his position.

Saeliena's eyelids flutter a moment, before she focuses on Cheni. "What?" There's a concerned nudge from Ciryath, who seems to have finished his pondering and now focuses upon his rider. "Oh, just tired, that's all. Don't know why..."

Shawnah makes a 'hmph' sound at Cheni, and then flops back down to the ground. M'rten is given a wide grin at the odd look, and then a slow nod to Saeliena. "I can't believe I'm /not/ tired, actually." and then Alyonth's curiosity is noted, and she glances in the direction the young green is peering. A curious look appears on her face, but she just gives the boy a slight nod of greeting.

M'rten barks out a brief laugh. "I haven't had a good night's sleep in longer than I can remember. I don't know if I'll ever be able to sleep past dawn again."

Cheni makes a face as she tries to read the looks between Shawnah and M'rten but gives up. As Ursa is in the barracks, she calls out to the newcomer. "Hello. You knew around here?" She grins. "Don't mind the exhausted ones. We roll them into the corner so they can rest."

Anderson can, apparently, speak, dispelling any questions on that matter as he notes a, "'lo," to Shawnah, catching her looking his direction at nearly the same time as her green lifemate does with a look of amusement. But his attention drifts back to Cheni as she questions him, and he gives a nod in the affirmative, "Less than a sevenday."

Ursa comes out of the weyrling barracks.

Cheni grins. "Well, I hope you came with your own snow shovel. We'll be buried up to our ears in another month." She half turns so she can check over Irenyath, amused by something the green says. "Well, yes, up to your ankles. You are quite right dear."

Ursa steps crisply out of the barracks, following the hard-packed path to avoid the places where the snow has turned to mud. She nods again to the weyrlings. "Good afternoon," she says, her eyes, again, falling on the grown dragonets.

"It's definitely a change," notes the recent arrival, before lapsing into silence as the Weyrlingmaster appears to begin class.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," M'rten replies promptly as he turns to Ursa. He seems a little unsure of whether he should salute again, and eventually does.

Saeliena shrugs, and says softly, "Yeah, but I'm used to that. I've always done that." Maybe it's simply a cumulative effect. With a shrug, the weyrling leans against Ciryath's side, straightening only to give a salute to Ursa.

Cheni does a pirouette as she turns around, standing at attention, crisply saluting. "Good afternoon, Weyrlingmaster." She nervously plays with the edge of her shirt's well worn cuff. She can't help but give Saeliena an exasperated look but her attention quickly returns to the WLM>

Ursa strides to Spineth's side. She wastes not words. "Those of you in this afternoon's class section, please mount your dragons." Then sets the example, mounting her own lifemate.

Ursa clambers up onto Spineth's back with the assistance of an extended forelimb.

>> M'rten climbs quickly up onto Mariloth, strapping himself in and making sure his jacket is tight before looking over towards Ursa expectantly.

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

>> Atop Spineth, Ursa watches all the weyrlings mount up, her face expressionless but her eyes showing more concern than usual. After a deep breath, she calls, "Basic V-formation once we're in the air."

>> Spineth takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry him aloft.

Cheni has the same look of concern on her face and she fastens herself tight into Irenyath's straps. Taking a deep breath, she urges the green up.

You spring into the air and catch the thermals rising from the bowl floor to carry you aloft.

Central Bowl Airspace

You circle within the northern airspace of Telgar Weyr, just above the large central bowl and lake region. Below, along the lake's edge, lie the sands of the Weyr's main beach and, to its west, the huge expanse of Telgar's Hatching Cavern. Down and then eastward is the Weyr's large pen that serves as the dragons' feeding grounds. Several of the beasts scatter nervously while you hover overhead. Gouges mar the earth below beside the weyrling barracks where, often, you can catch sight of a bevy of young dragons and their new partners doing drills. Reaching farther to the south are the entrances to both the living caverns and the infirmary. While you could gaze over the breathtaking beauty of all these sites, the circling chill of the wind causes you to seriously considering landing

>> Mariloth rises up from the bowl.

>> Irenyath quickly settles into formation, two wingspans behind the weyrling dragon in front of her. She croons her excitement as her rider grimly fastens the rest of her flight jacket.

Dragon> Irenyath and Mariloth sense that Spineth reaches calmly out to the weyrlings. << We have practiced this >> he points out. << You and your riders are to fix this place firmly in your mind. >>

>> Mariloth falls into formation, though she seems to be a little too restless to hold herself perfectly in the right pattern.

Irenyath> Mariloth and Spineth sense that Irenyath keeps her eagerness in rein. << We have it in place. My lifemate makes me check three times. We are careful. >> She sounds slightly rebellious. << I remember. >>

Dragon> Irenyath and Spineth sense that Mariloth seems almost giddy, calming herself slowly and with obvious effort. << Yes, >> she finally sends, << We are ready. >>

>> Spineth circles the skies with the weyrlings behind him in formation. At length, he tilts his wings and begins to climb upwards, leading the V-formation higher into the skies.

>> Spineth soars upwards into the open sky above the weyr.

You soar upwards and into the open sky above the Weyr.

Air Above Telgar Weyr

You are flying in the skies directly above Telgar Weyr. The Weyr itself is a huge caldera directly below you, formed in an irregular hourglass shape. Its size is impressive; a small Hold could easily fit within its bowl, with room left over. Stretching roughly to the north and south is the mountain range of which the Weyr is part, rugged peaks of bare rock and stone. The Telgar territory covers the expanse both east and west.

From here, there are exits to the 'Southern Bowl' or 'Central Bowl', or dragons may land 'Outside Telgar Weyr', near the Weyr's Entrance Tunnel.

The evening is clear, not a cloud to be seen, giving you a perfect view of the stars. The smaller Belior is a nearly full waxing gibbous while Timor sleeps in darkness. A light wind blows and the fall air is warm enough, with only a slight chill.

>> Mariloth flies up from the southern half of the bowl.

Cheni lips thin and she buries herself deeper into her flight jacket. Taking a deep breath, she remains still and outwardly calm. Irenyath feeds off the calmness and doesn't miss a beat, keeping in the exact formation as they go higher.

>> Atop Spineth, Ursa begins to soar at this upper level, leading the small wing of weyrlings into a holding pattern.

Dragon> Spineth bespoke Irenyath and Mariloth with << This, too, you fill fix in your memory. >> His image shows he and his rider bursting out of between in this part of the sky. << Here is where you will return to your home. >> >>

>> Mariloth has settled down noticeably, flying as well as she ever has as she follows the other dragons.

Dragon> Irenyath and Mariloth sense that Irenyath studies the formations and the bowl. << My lifemate says she will remind me where we need to go but I need to remember as much as I can. She's better at remembering. >> She pauses, considering. << Where else would we go? This is home. >>

Dragon> Mariloth bespoke Irenyath and Spineth with << My lifemate says there are big lakes to visit. I like our lake, though. >>

Dragon> Irenyath and Mariloth sense that Spineth sends a very careful image. Very specific. It shows the dragonets first spreading out, so their V-formation is huge, with much space between them. Next it shows Ursa giving a signal, and them all vanishing from this location. Lastly he shows them all appearing, still far from each other, in the central bowl below.

Irenyath> Mariloth and Spineth sense that Irenyath studies the image well, all business now. She mentally sends her understanding and her willingness to obey, even as her body barely contains her excitement.

Dragon> Irenyath and Spineth sense that Mariloth takes some time before sending her own understanding, flashes of eagerness glittering through the message.

>> While the weyrlings soar above the bowl, Spineth and his rider seem to be concentrating carefully. At length, they seem satisfied. Ursa brandishes her fist, giving the signal, just before the two vanish between, leading the way.

>> Spineth disappears into Between.

>> Irenyath flies out into the far flung formation as directed by Spineth. She croons reassuringly to her lifemate as Cheni holds on for dear life and then with no further warning, she simply disappears.

>> Irenyath disappears into Between.

Between

You gasp as the icy black nothingness of Between surrounds you! You hear nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing. The trip takes five heartbeats...

Black...

Blacker...

Blackest!

You suddenly emerge...

Central Bowl Airspace

You circle within the northern airspace of Telgar Weyr, just above the large central bowl and lake region. Below, along the lake's edge, lie the sands of the Weyr's main beach and, to its west, the huge expanse of Telgar's Hatching Cavern. Down and then eastward is the Weyr's large pen that serves as the dragons' feeding grounds. Several of the beasts scatter nervously while you hover overhead. Gouges mar the earth below beside the weyrling barracks where, often, you can catch sight of a bevy of young dragons and their new partners doing drills. Reaching farther to the south are the entrances to both the living caverns and the infirmary. While you could gaze over the breathtaking beauty of all these sites, the circling chill of the wind causes you to seriously considering landing.

>> Irenyath emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

>> Above, Mariloth disappears into Between.

>> Mariloth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

>> Spineth bellows with triumph as Irenyath appears, a loud resounding tone that echoes off the bowl wall. He repeats it as each one appears, his lifemate counting carefully, his triumph a noisy tribute to each one's success.

>> From the south, The fall air is warm enough, with only a slight chill.

Cheni gasps for air as the pair reappear over the bowl and she lifts a fist up, letting out a heartfelt and totally excited cheer of victory. She slaps Irenyath's neck and says shakily. "I knew we could do it."

>> On Mariloth, M'rten just hollers loudly, pumping his fists into the air as they appear. "Woooo!" he shouts before slapping his own lifemate's neck excitedly.

>> Spineth finally finishes his happy bellowing, and his rider seems able to breath again.

Dragon> Irenyath and Mariloth sense that Spineth reaches out again. << Very well done. Do not get careless. We will now return to where we started from. >>

Irenyath> Mariloth and Spineth sense that Irenyath sounds rather surprised at the fuss. << Of course we could do it. We are dragons. And she is very happy she did not wet herself. >>

>> Spineth physically turns his head to look at the small formation behind him. Then, upon his rider's signal, he winks out between again.

>> Spineth disappears into Between.

Cheni thins her lips again and whatever is said between rider and dragon is best left unsaid. Irenyath's smugness is replaced quickly with alert and polite expectation and Cheni's cheeks pinken further.

>> From the south, From the Telgar Star Stones, L'klal's burnished bronze Pteynth rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to brown Spineth and his rider, Ursa, welcoming them home.

>> Irenyath disappears into Between.

Between

You gasp as the icy black nothingness of Between surrounds you! You hear nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing. The trip takes five heartbeats...

Black...

Blacker...

Blackest!

You suddenly emerge...

Air Above Telgar Weyr

You are flying in the skies directly above Telgar Weyr. The Weyr itself is a huge caldera directly below you, formed in an irregular hourglass shape. Its size is impressive; a small Hold could easily fit within its bowl, with room left over. Stretching roughly to the north and south is the mountain range of which the Weyr is part, rugged peaks of bare rock and stone. The Telgar territory covers the expanse both east and west.

From here, there are exits to the 'Southern Bowl' or 'Central Bowl', or dragons may land 'Outside Telgar Weyr', near the Weyr's Entrance Tunnel.

The evening is clear, not a cloud to be seen, giving you a perfect view of the stars. The smaller Belior is a nearly full waxing gibbous while Timor sleeps in darkness. A light wind blows and the fall air is warm enough, with only a slight chill.

>> Irenyath emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

>> From the South, From the Telgar Star Stones, L'klal's burnished bronze Pteynth rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to green Irenyath and her rider, Cheni, welcoming them home.

>> Mariloth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

>> From the South, From the Telgar Star Stones, L'klal's burnished bronze Pteynth rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to green Mariloth and her rider, M'rten, welcoming them home.

Dragon> Mariloth bespoke Irenyath and Spineth with << My lifemate is so pleased! He thinks it was too cold, though. >>

Cheni isn't quite as white-knuckled this time but she is still stiff as a board as she is nestled in the ridges of her much more relaxed lifemate. Irenyath's entry is exactly in formation.

Dragon> Spineth bespoke Irenyath and Mariloth with << My lifemate is shaking. But pleased. Well done. You are dragons. You know what to do. >>

Dragon> Mariloth bespoke Irenyath and Spineth with << Will we do it again today? >>

Dragon> Spineth bespoke Irenyath and Mariloth with << Yes, we will do it again. >> Now his mind fills with the image of the glossy skies above a mountain valley. The image comes sharply. << We will go here next. >> >>

Irenyath> I bespoke Mariloth and Spineth with << We have not been there before. My lifemate doesn't know that place. >> She concentrates, any traces of humour removed from her for a moment, at least, as she carefully studies the visualization. << I see it. You paint good pictures. >>

Dragon> Mariloth bespoke Irenyath and Spineth with << Is this a nice place to go? My lifemate says we are ready. >>

You mentally picture Sky Over Mountain Valley North of Telgar Weyr:

From the high skies, the valley below looks steeper in sharp relief, the grassy trees a carpet of deep green. Only occasionally does the sight and sound of the creek below break through the coniferous vegetation. Wind currents shift, here and there, unexpectedly as the peaks lining the valley seem to toss the air about in their whimsy- perhaps the reason why there is occasionally a weyrling class nearby, struggling valiantly to remain in formation through the iffy skies.

>> Spineth leads the weyrlings in a holding pattern again for a while. Again he looks triumphant that all the weyrlings are appearing from between, but he is not making so much noise. Finally, Ursa gives the next signal, and he departs between.

>> Spineth disappears into Between.

>> Mariloth disappears into Between.

>> Irenyath disappears into Between.

Between

You gasp as the icy black nothingness of Between surrounds you! You hear nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing. The trip takes five heartbeats...

Black...

Blacker...

Blackest!

You suddenly emerge...

Sky Over Mountain Valley North of Telgar Weyr

From the high skies, the valley below looks steeper in sharp relief, the grassy trees a carpet of deep green. Only occasionally does the sight and sound of the creek below break through the coniferous vegetation. Wind currents shift, here and there, unexpectedly as the peaks lining the valley seem to toss the air about in their whimsy- perhaps the reason why there is occasionally a weyrling class nearby, struggling valiantly to remain in formation through the iffy skies

>> Irenyath emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

>> Spineth bellows a greeting. He's soaring above the skies, leading the weyrlings in a flight above this new location.

>> Mariloth trumpets proudly, leaving formation long enough to bank in a tight circle of celebration.

>> Irenyath appears from *between* a little to the left of her allotted spot in formation. The whole line seems off by a wingspan and they quickly make their adjustment, soon hovering in the correct line.

Dragon> Spineth bespoke Irenyath and Mariloth with << She is pleased. I am pleased. You are pleased. Your lifemates are pleased. It is time to return. >>

Irenyath> I bespoke Mariloth and Spineth with << My lifemate is still in shock but she is thinking well. She says something about wine but cannot have any for a while. >>

Dragon> Mariloth bespoke Irenyath and Spineth with << We must return already? You must show us more places soon! >>

Dragon> Irenyath and Mariloth sense that Spineth has a warm mental tone. << You will not believe all the places we will go >>

Irenyath> I bespoke Mariloth and Spineth with << And we can sneak up on that horrid thread stuff. >>

Dragon> Mariloth bespoke Irenyath and Spineth with << Can we sneak up on those ropes? My hide should not be all those colors. >>

>> Atop Spineth, Ursa is, just barely, breathing. She enthusiastically gives the signal for one more trip between.

>> Spineth disappears into Between.

>> Irenyath disappears into Between.

Between

You gasp as the icy black nothingness of Between surrounds you! You hear nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing. The trip takes five heartbeats...

Black...

Blacker...

Blackest!

You suddenly emerge...

Air Above Telgar Weyr

You are flying in the skies directly above Telgar Weyr. The Weyr itself is a huge caldera directly below you, formed in an irregular hourglass shape. Its size is impressive; a small Hold could easily fit within its bowl, with room left over. Stretching roughly to the north and south is the mountain range of which the Weyr is part, rugged peaks of bare rock and stone. The Telgar territory covers the expanse both east and west.

From here, there are exits to the 'Southern Bowl' or 'Central Bowl', or dragons may land 'Outside Telgar Weyr', near the Weyr's Entrance Tunnel.

The evening is clear, not a cloud to be seen, giving you a perfect view of the stars. The smaller Belior is a nearly full waxing gibbous while Timor sleeps in darkness. A light wind blows and the fall air is warm enough, with only a slight chill.

>> From the South, From the Telgar Star Stones, L'klal's burnished bronze Pteynth rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to green Irenyath and her rider, Cheni, welcoming them home.

>> Mariloth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

>> From the South, From the Telgar Star Stones, L'klal's burnished bronze Pteynth rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to green Mariloth and her rider, M'rten, welcoming them home.

>> Spineth bellows a brassy announcement to the home skies. We are here! We have returned! All is well!

>> Spineth flies downward towards the central part of the bowl.

>> Mariloth banks and dives, trumpeting as she heads eagerly towards the bowl.

>> Mariloth flies downward towards the southern end of the bowl.

>> Irenyath discreetly waits for Spineth's crowing to cease before she lets out an unlady-like trumpet that causes even her still shell-shocked lifemate to laugh.

You fly downwards towards the southern end of the bowl.

You backwing for a landing.

>> Mariloth backwings for a landing.

>> Mariloth lands a little roughly while M'rten tries to climb off despite the green's excited movement. "That was great!" he shouts, laughing loudly. "Oh, that was the best!"

>> Atop Spineth, Ursa returns K'ran's wave, and dismounts swiftly. "Greetings, greetings!" she calls, maybe a little too enthusiastically on her way down.

>> Ursa climbs carefully down with the assistance of Spineth's extended forelimb.

"Wooo!" M'rten shouts, running alongside an equally excited Mariloth. "We did it!"

Cheni shakily crawls down Irenyath's side, managing to salute K'ran politely as she finds her feet safely on the ground. "We did it." She holds onto Irenyath's lower strap and swallows. "Right, we did it." As Irenyath's tail reaches around to incase her lifemate in a reassuring caress, Cheni manages to laugh. "I didn't kill her or me."

"We returned," Ursa drawls to K'ran, "With as many weyrlings as we left with." And that just says it all.

M'rten slaps Mariloth's leg excitedly, very nearly bouncing. "When do we go again? I want to go again!"

K'ran nods quickly to Ursa as he scans a look down the line of weyrlings, perhaps to satisfy himself that they are, in fact, all accounted for. "Congratulations," he says, very softly, from behind the pride grown in his smile.

Cheni makes a rude noise. "Oh stow it, M'rten." A nudge by Irenyath brings her around. "I mean, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." She glowers at Irenyath and mouths "Happy?" She pinkens behind the congratulations. "Thank you, sir."

Shawnah just beams happily, even as Alyonth offers her sisters her own congrats, "Congrats you guys!" she calls, "How was it?"

Ursa leans heavily, now against Spineth, quiet now, observing them.

M'rten just grins around at everyone. "I loved that. And it wasn't half as cold as I expected."

Ursa finds herself raising an eyebrow. "You must have a very vivid imagination," she drawls.

Cheni unfastens her flight jacket and tucks the gloves under her arm. As more congratulate her, she starts to realize her accomplishment and a slow grin creeps up to the corners of her lips. "I didn't kill Irenyath and she said I did very well."

The fall air feels a bit nippy. The wind picks up, coming in strong gusts.

Ursa pulls herself upright, and with a hand on Spineth's side, mutters to him, "C'mon, let's go get a drink and a rest. Yes, you too, Spineth. a drink for me and a drink for you."

Ursa clambers up onto Spineth's back with the assistance of an extended forelimb.

Spineth lumbers in the direction of the shimmering lake, leaving the central bowl area of the Weyr.

M'rten gives Mariloth's leg a brief scratching. "Yeah, ok, love." Waving to Ursa, he offers the others a nod. "Mariloth has a craving for wherry about now. See you all at the next lesson."

Shawnah heads in the direction of the shimmering lake, leaving the central bowl area of the Weyr.

Alyonth lumbers in the direction of the shimmering lake, leaving the central bowl area of the Weyr.











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