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12/05/02

Telgar Weyr Lake Shore

"Awww, well, Cheni and I were going to play a game with Brae and Irenyath actually. We thought it might be a good spot to come. Turning her eyes back upon Pwert, she gives the lad a grin. "Evenin Pwert. Hide and seek? That's what Cheni suggested we play earlier," she says with amused surprise.

Cheni grins as she and Irenyath follow a few moments behind their fellow weyrlings. "I thought it might be fun and might help Braerith find visualization fun." She stops to salute Kassima and the green following her barely comes to a halt as well.

Kassima's dusty brows launch skywards as Pwert enters, stage right, screaming; an amused grin curves the corners of her mouth. "I'm a touch winded for that yet, I'm thinking, after the 'stone, but I'd be surprised if'n--there, y'see, Elauren's game. Cheni too, apparently? *And* the dragons, so 'tis a fine turnout," and though she gives a fractional, habitual wince at the saluting, she frees a hand from the fishing pole long enough to return it.

"Oh, my manners, I forgot," Elauren proclaims, snapping off a crisp, hurried salute to Kassima, so the pain isn't so long. "If Ursa sw..." and her voice trails off. Braerith was just about to leap into the lake when a call from his lifemate makes him break off. "So quickly you forgot the game," she says, with a snort.

Pwert peers curiously at the two, and slumps his shoulders a bit, "Oh, so you're gonna do it on the dragons then?

Cheni shrugs apologetically and smiles sheepishly. "Sorry, we have to do that, Ursa and the rest would kick our .." She notices Pwert and grins. "Oh hello there. And no, the dragons have to find us but they have to go on visualization alone." She wrinkles her nose. " I think that'll work. We're trying to help Braerith over there get excited about thinking that way."

"Must you?" Kassi asks plaintively. "I preferred it when 'twere forgetting. But Ursa would spawn tunnelsnakes with feathers; you're right about that much. He seems anxious for a bath." She glances towards Braerith as she says that, her expression mildly quizzical. "Mmm. Is there any way Pwert could be involved in this exercise, think you?"

Pwert offers reluctantly, "I could help them look - we could make it a competition for Braerith to make it more interesting. You know, " he says with a grin, "See who finds the girls first."

Cheni grins. "Of course!" She positively beams with good intentions as she looks Pwert's way. "He can hide with one of us, he knows all sorts of good spots, I bet. It's got to be outside or in the steam baths though, or up on the star stones." She explains unnecessarily. "They can't fit indoors very easy."

Tunnelsnakes with feathers? Elauren silently mouths back at Cheni and Pwert, chuckling. The woman gives a nod of affirmation to Kassima's inquiry and Cheni's response. "Pwert would be great!" Though, she does give Kassi an odd look. "You often break stone in the eves?"

Kassima suggests to the trio, "Y'might avoid the Star Stones; you'd need the Watchdragon to get up there, and like as nay he'd give you away if'n it suited him--and you could try the Outer Infirmary. They can get in there, as the Healers likely know to occasional rue." She lifts her left hand from the pole this time to waggle it from side to side in response to Elauren. "Now and then. I've been doing it more oft recently. 'Tis a good exercise for building and maintaining strength, and a variation on throwing sacks."

Pwert nods eagerly, "Or that. I can do either, really. Which would be more helpful?"

Tierth flies in from above.

Maireth flies in from above.

Maireth follows Tierth with a bright and sparkling bugle!

Cheni hmms and nods. "He does have that habit of telling everyone around him if you are coming or going. A bit of a stickler for duty, that one." She grins. "Well, there's lots of other places too and Pwert, of course you can take your pick. Hiding or looking."

Tierth angles her descent past an autumnal-bright stand of leaves, sending branches waving and a flurry of yellows, reds, and golds behind her into Maireth's path. Whoooosh.

"Oh, well, that sounds like a good change. I'll have to give it a try. Certainly could vent some frustrations on some poor firestones," Elauren replies to the Wingleader. The bugle gives her a bit of a start, and Braerith replies and greets the dragons with a cheerful warble. "You guys all wanna hide and then Brae and I can shut our eyes?" she suggests.

Pwert nods eagerly, "Hiding sounds fun for the first time. Maybe we should got hide out in the bowl, Cheni?" he suggest hopefully.

Maireth's bugle turns into much sputtering. He lands with a thump. And a mouthful of leaves. MMmm, crunchy! While L'han readies a dismount, the brown head is turning, searching for more of the pretty red ones.

The rush of dragons onto the scene stirs Lysseth from her languor long enough to rouse a distant rumble from her before she subsides into drowsing again. Kassima, for her part, waves. "This has become rather the popular spot," she quips. "Just as well I finished the 'stone-breaking early, else I'd worry about getting dust all over everyone--oh, aye, Elauren, 'tis fine for that as well. Certes a better place t'take 'em out than on a person! G'deve, L'han, May."

Cheni grins, nodding in agreement to Pwert after saluting Maylia. She blinks though, looking back at Pwert. "Shhh, we can't tell him where we are hiding, or that spoils the whole game. He's got to guess once we get there." L'han's dismount also earns him a salute. Lucky fellow.

L'han vaults down Maireth's side to the ground, the dragon's sparkling eyes watching closely.

L'han comes down with a thump similar to his mate. His smile and wave are likewise cheerful, "Evening, all! What's taking out on whom?"

Tierth at least manages a more graceful landing, and what leaves didn't wind up in Maireth's mouth drift about gently, now that the dragon-wing-sweeping is done. The croon of greeting the green offers to the various dragons around her sounds a touch bit overly innocent. "Duty to remove thread-attracting foliage from the bowl, Faranth's --" whatever body part of the ancient dragon May refers to is lost in the creak of leather and *thud* of the greenrider's feet contacting the ground. "Evening, all. L'han! Maireth's not getting enough fiber in his diet?"

Maylia slides to the ground, giving Tierth a parting caress and a tender smile.

Dragon> Telgar Weyrlings sense that Irenyath impatiently snorts. << I want to hide. I can make myself real small if I shut my eyes. >>

Dragon> Telgar Weyrlings sense that Braerith replies in placid, muted rainbows. << -I- would still notice you though Irenyath. >> That said in all innocence and sweetness. << But let's play this game already! >>

Elauren flicks off a straight-postured salute for L'han and Maylia before turning her back. "Evening sir, ma'am. We're going to play a visualization game of hide and seek," she informs. "Ok, Brae and I are gonna shut our eyes now. I'll count to a hundred," she says. There's a pause and she says, "ALL lids Brae." A snort responds and the blue scampers his feet as he turns away towards the lake and lids his eyes. All lids. See.

L'han rocks back on the heels of his boots, "Well. You know. All that protein can be binding." A smirk is aimed at Maireth, who now frolics among the greens, great chuffs of breath sending the leaves back into the air in miniature whirlwinds. Lookit me! I'm the wind! "Hide and seek?"

Pwert nods quickly, and quickly goes behind the rock near the water, swooshing a small amount of sand out of his way to get just a bit under it - and escape any direct sight. He peeks up for a moment to beam at Chen and L'han, before ducking back under.

Cheni eeks and looks panicked. "We're gonna hide." She speaks at a lightning pace. "We are going to hide, then he's gotta find us." She starts scrambling as she speaks. "Come on, Pwert!" As the lad finds his own spot, Irenyath and her lifemate head out to the bowl."

Feeding Grounds

The feeding grounds are wide, and covered with huge gashes, the clawmarks of feeding dragons. The fence that surrounds this area is very sturdy, to prevent stampedes during a dragon's feeding. Toward one end the fence ends, and the shore of the Weyr lake is visible.

The evening is partly cloudy, though when the clouds clear briefly you can see the stars. The smaller Belior is a nearly full waning gibbous while Timor winks as a waxing crescent. There seems to be a light breeze and the fall air is warm enough, with only a slight chill. The ground beneath your feet is wet from the last storm.

Obvious exits:

Bowl Pasture

Irenyath springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence from the central bowl. She settles, terrifying the animals within.

Irenyath> I bespoke Braerith with << You can search for us, if you like. Do you want a mind-picture to give your lifemate so she can look for us? >>

You climb onto Irenyath's back.

Dragon> Telgar Weyrlings sense that Irenyath sends a clear picture of her lifemate giggling on her neckridge. << Oh she says a picture of where we are and not what she is doing. Silly thing, isn't she? >> She concentrates again and sends a more vague visualization of an area of the bowl that is wide, and covered with huge gashes, the clawmarks of dragons. The fence that surrounds this area is very sturdy. Toward one end the fence ends, and the shore of the Weyr lake is visible.

Dragon> Telgar Weyrlings sense that Tierth amusedly responds, << I do hope your rider is not, shall we say, blending in with the crowd there >>

Dragon> Irenyath bespoke Telgar Weyrlings with << My rider never blends. She always stands out where ever she goes. >> >>

Dragon> Telgar Weyrlings sense that Braerith mindvoice is dulled as he concentrates upon the image. << That fence, I can see that fence well. Could you show me a little more? Your picture was lovely Irenyath, I'd just like to see it again. >>

Dragon> Telgar Weyrlings sense that Tierth is distracted from swirling autumn colours by amusement. << My rider says she might not stand out amongst wherries? She does not *look* like a wherry, though. >>

Dragon> Telgar Weyrlings sense that Irenyath deepens the picture for the seeker and adds the ancient stone bowl floor and the pattern that would show from the sky. The fence appears to have been repaired several times over the turns and a long forgotten bovine head, now bleached by the sun, lays in a corner, wedged by a shed. She cheats a little for her clutchmate. << I can see you from where I am, but you cannot see me, as I hide. >>

Dragon> Telgar Weyrlings sense that Irenyath snorts with slight disapproval. << My lifemate is perfect. She does not need wings and nor does she squawk. Except when she is ... >> She sounds muted. << My lifemate says to concentrate on the game. >>

Dragon> Telgar Weyrlings sense that Braerith's voice cascades into a multitude of bright hues, silver-sparkled with excitement as the fence, clawmarks and the bovine skull are all clearly projected. << I know! I know now! You're hiding where the *fat, succulent, and running terrified herdbeast* are ! >>

Dragon> Telgar Weyrlings sense that Irenyath bugles with Braerith, clearly as thrilled at his victory as he is. << You found me, you found me. This is where we are. You did very well. But I am not hungry. I ate earlier. They don't know that though. >> She casually reveals more of the picture, several young bovines behind her, all shivering as they bleat. << They are so silly. Now it is your turn to hide. >>

Dragon> Telgar Weyrlings sense that Maireth hummmmmms with an almost drowsy laziness << *Naked fluffies* >> You can just tell his mouth is watering with the thought, tho he doesn't sound to have the energy to move even one claw in that direction.

You spring into the air and catch the thermals rising from the bowl floor to carry you aloft -- much to the relief of the wherries.

You fly downwards toward the lake shore.

Cheni grins as she leans over Irenyath's side. "Well that worked. He did great. And the bovines were quite interested in the game as well."

Dragon> Braerith bespoke Telgar Weyrlings with << First though, we must find *a ball of dark black fuzz, somewhat distorted to look like a scary multi-tenticaled sea creature from the Seacraft storybooks.* Him. >>

Irenyath and Cheni both do a double-take and peer at Braerith. Then the weyrling looks at Elauren, mystified. "He does have a bit of trouble, I can see what you mean. Black fuzz?" She scans around for Pwert. "Did he find him?"

"I certes wouldn't want t'find aught that looks like that," Kassima comments dryly when Lyss relays the image, giving her fishing pole a casting flick.

Elauren's face lights up in a subtle grin as Cheni and Irenyath return. "Well, on account of Irenyath's visuals. Aye, Pwert. Brae's showing me all on his own now." That said she focuses distantly and begins to wander boulder-ward. Braerith follows with an enthusiastic warble as his lifemate begins to turn towards the boulder.

L'han's blue eyes turn from peering at his lolling brown to narrow on Braerith, and then Cheni. "How did you ever get Pwert from *that*?"

Dragon> Telgar Weyrlings sense that Braerith's midnvoice dulls again. << My 'Ren said I need to show more detail. >> That said, he begins to focus, the scary hairball actually shaping into a person, crouching. There's sand, Pwert crouching and the boulder. Marks begin to appear upon the boulder now, the graffiti left from the past.

You dismount Irenyath.

Elauren snorts, turning back towards L'han briefly with an answer. "Brae's got a "fuzz" fixation I reckon. It's the first thing he notices about someone." She srhugs. "Ok, I see it now, the boulder, cler, and a hole in the sand," she says and quickens her strides towards the boulder.

Dragon> Telgar Weyrlings sense that Lysseth's mindtouch is fleeting, a wash of silver sparkles: << That is a considerable improvement, Braerith. Your own will better know now whom to search for. >> Or, even better, *what* to search for, but she'll just leave that unsaid, shall she?

Dragon> Telgar Weyrlings sense that Indrath stretches a lazy line of thought into that image Braerith offers, scribbling vibrant amethyst over the hairiest bits of the hairball that is Pwert. << He looks better like this, don't you think? >>

Pwert jumps up, "Found me, Elauren!" He shouts cheerfully, "Good job - I'll go run off and find some place even harder to find." And with that, the little lad takes off for a new spot.

Cheni nearly falls off Irenyath as she laughs. "Oh my goodness." She laughs even harder. "He did a very good job, indeed. That describes Pwert to a T"

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

Cheni grins. "He did both! He found us with Irenyath's visualization and you found Pwert with his." Looking at Irenyath then at Braerith, the weyrling drawls. "I think he found his motivation. Play."

Kassima offers, not suppressing laughter very well or putting all that much effort into doing so, "Lysseth approves of the second version--the first, she said, looked like something you'd eat if'n only 'tweren't for the spiny bits."

Braerith turns his wedge into the air and bugles triumphantly. This brings a smile to Elauren's face. And Pwert popping out at her as well. "Well done, Brae," she says. "See, it -is- fun." She nods agreeably at Cheni. "Yeah, it was a great idea. I think we'll play it all the time now." Her voice falls apart in a chuckle at Kassima's comment.

L'han scratches at his raspy whiskers, brows bushed and shadowing his eyes, "Fuzz? Interesting.." His head turns to address Kassi, "Maireth is convinced he'd look better naked." By all accounts, he has no idea that what he just said sounds at all...odd.

Cheni looks askance at L'han. "I think bodies look better clothed, when not .. well, when they are just hanging around, not doing anything special."

Elauren can't help but snicker at Cheni's comment. "Ok, now me and Braerith will hide!"

Elauren uses Braerith's helpfully extended foreleg to clamber onto his neckridges.

Kassima, at 'just hanging around,' makes a faint choking sound and turns her face away so that she can snicker like the oh-so-mature person she is.

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

L'han is effused with boyish innocence, "Special? Special like what?" He's back to bouncing on his heels. And staring at Kassi. "What?"

Cheni manages to keep quite a straight face until she pinkens and looks Irenyath's way. "I do have to be so careful around her these days. She's full of questions I just don't want to think about." She bursts out into laughter at L'han's confusion.

"I have to agree with Cheni there," Kassi does say after a moment of this. Her voice sounds odd, as if she's laughing still. "Just... hanging... shells, L'han, if'n you don't get it I don't think I can be *explaining*." Gathering the tattered remnants of her composure, she turns back to face the others. Her eyes are still dancing, whatever mastery she might have gained over her expression. "Questions, Cheni?"

Cheni converses with Irenyath for a moment and the green seems intent on concentrating on where her fellow weyrlings have hidden themselves. She turns back to Kassima and nods sheepishly. "Well, yes. She's becoming more aware of, well, certain aspects of human lifestyles and is beginning to notice the interest of older dragons when the females are glowing."

Maireth's tail twitches in his sleep, then a paw claws at the air. L'han just stares from one of y'all to the next. He's likely already forgotten what the question was. Counting the hairs on your heads, or something.

Kassima's nod is not a surprised one. "Ah. Mating flights. She's around the right age; I suppose she *could* rise before very much longer, though 'tisn't that likely...." After flicking a glance towards the young green, she asks, "I'm guessing you're nay comfortable with the concept?"

Cheni smirks as she watches L'han. It's a fond smirk but a smirk none the less. "Well, I don't want her to wake up too soon, if you know what I mean. We -are- weyrlings, still. And she shouldn't be thinking such things. But I think such things and then she gets to thinking and then I go take a long cold swim and everything is just fine again." She shivers. "Flights? I don't know anything about flights. Ursa said for us not to worry about them."

"Naught says she can't fly while you're a Weyrling--naught says she can't fly while you're still in the *Barracks*. A clutchmate of mine and Ursa's did. Ask her about Zuseth's first flight sometime," Kassima suggests, her tone a wry one. "'Twas a hard one t'be forgetting... welladay, you'll have the flights lecture soon anyway. It should help matters. And I'll be kind and nay ask just whom you've been thinking *those* thoughts about."

Cheni swallows, wide-eyed. "Yes'm." Looking back at Irenyath with a -don't you dare, grow up that fast- look, she salutes. "I'd better get back to the barracks."











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