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.

9/5/02

Logfile from pernMUSH.

Gather Beach of Southern Boll

Waves crash against the shore as the cry of a seagull pierces the sky. White sands stretch from horizon to horizon, blinding you with their purity. Wildflowers border the beach, their scent lifting spirits. Glowbaskets hang from rope strung from tree to tree, casting pools of light during the evening. A picnic area filled with 'places' to sit surrounds the new bamboo shack with the 'Minnow' nameplate that is set up near the edge of the beach where Elenni stands ready to take orders. A sign points up the cliff path to where the vine used to be and the 'beach waters' look inviting. You can also enter the 'dancing floor'. The early morning skies are crystal clear as the sun rises over the eastern skies. There seems to be a light breeze coming from the east-northeast and the winter air is warm with a touch of humidity.

Boll Docks Tidal Pool Jungle Path

You walk down the sands toward the beach cove.

From the sky, Yrinth wings down onto the gather beach.

From the sky, Peth wings down onto the gather beach.

From the sky, Herath emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

From the sky, Maireth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

From the sky, Herath wings up from the courtyard.

Mirielle slides down off Peth's back and lands neatly on the ground.

From the sky, Herath wings down onto the gather beach.

Riane climbs down from Yrinth's back.

Mirielle slides down off Peth's back and grins at the others. "Looks like a perfect day for some warm-water swimming!"

Kindre gives Herath's neck a loving rub before she slips down with the polished ease of familiarity. The gold's eyes seem to burn through Kindre until she is certain her lifemate is sure-footed on the ground, then turn equally as hot to the surroundings in a quick survey.

"I swear the vine is still around here somewhere," Kindre notes while shrugging out of her jacket, then waving at everyone.

Herath walks further along the hot sands towards the tidal pool.

Herath has left.

Maireth hovers overhead, showing off perhaps? See my fine expanse of brown wings. And what a lovely breeze they create. Wha-fump! Wha-fump! Wha-fump!

Cheni chuckles as yet another contingent of dragons arrive. Her eyebrow quirks up momentarily as she recognizes some of the riders, not getting up from her shell covered blanket, she shouts across. "Braddle's duties to Telgar and your Queens."

Riane hops down from Yrinth's back quickly, but as soon as her feet hit the sand she pauses to inhale deeply the scent of the ocean. Then her riding jacket comes off - too hot here for stuff like that. "Indeed," she agrees, then calls out "Duties!" to whomever she can't see from behind the green.

Decarath snorts a little, unbuckling herself and clambering down off Decarath. "We're not really supposed to be swimming."

Kindre watches Herath quickly dash for the promised waters and then laughs. Turning back, she grins as she recognizes Cheni. "And Telgar's to Braddle Hold. 'Tis good to see you again," she says honestly before glancing around the area again. "I'd swear the swinging vine isn't far from here. It's been turns since I've swung on it."

Yashira dismounts Decarath.

Riane is midway through yanking her boots off into the sand at Yashira's comment, and she makes a face. "What can it hurt? Besides, we don't get the chance every day. Hey, Kin!" She waves to Maireth as well.

Peth walks further along the hot sands towards the tidal pool.

Peth has left.

"Telgar's Duties," Yashira calls out, landing with a small spray of sand and glancing about. "Oh - Cheni. Hello." She arches an eyebrow a little at Riane, but says nothing.

Cheni is torn between standing to be polite and allow all her shells to fly every which way or to stay seated. She decides to lift a hand full of shells and shrug apologetically. "And nice seeing you again, too, ma'am. The swinging vine? I'm not sure I've seen it, perhaps it's rotted away?"

Mirielle grins, and shrugs helplessly as Peth lumbers into the water. "Sorry, Yashira, I can't seem to reason with her lately. She wanted to swim, and she wanted it /now/."

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

Kindre's eyes widen. "I do hope it hasn't rotted away, but with the storms that roll through here..." She doesn't finish with words, but does sigh audibly enough to be heard. Giggles escape her lips soon enough, though, as the dragons seem to betray their riders and dash for the waters.

Cheni begins to place the shells into individual pouches, the people more interesting than the project, it seems. Overhearing Mirielle, she calls over. "She's a dragon of good taste, perhaps, it's a lovely day for a swim, I had one earlier." She lets her still damp hair fall over her shoulders as proof.

Yrinth walks further along the hot sands towards the tidal pool.

Yrinth has left.

Riane gives her dragon a look, but Yrinth just warbles cheerily. "Ah.. sorry Yash, just had kind of a long afternoon. But.." she nods towards the betrayers, "They're pretty much set, it looks like."

Yashira sighs, moving over to Decarath and beginning to unbuckle his straps. "Guess we'll be here a while," she notes. The brown rumbles, shifting his weight about and swinging his head toward the clutch of people. He snuffles.

Mirielle can't help but laugh, and watches the water longingly, fingering her top. "I don't suppose we could arrange time to go swimming too."

"Only if we've enough time to dry off before heading back," Kindre remarks in reply to Mirielle's statement, chuckling a bit. "Crunchy, frozen hair is a dead give away when you fly back home," is noted further with a laugh. "So, Cheni, what's all that that you have there?"

L'han smirks playfully, "Maireth will follow anyone.." He does his own part by standing there with fists on his hips, surveying the ladies one by one, perhaps a moment too long spent in eyeing Mirielle.

Cheni giggles. "Well, at least my hair dries well enough on runner back, by the time I get back to the Hold the evidence is long gone." She lifts some of the tiny shells up for inspection, kneeling now, as she places the rest carefully in her knapsack. "It's a project for my other for her 40th turn, ma'am, I'm going to glue them on a plate in a nice design." She looks shyly to L'han, one rider she hasn't seen before.

"Ah, lovely," Kindre says while eyeing the shells. "Gosh. Yet another thing we've in common. I used to paint shells for decor turns and turns ago. In fact, when I was Searched? My backpack had at least two dozen scattered in it that I never did get to finish," she explains and grins. "And Faranth help me, I'm older than your mother."

Mirielle smiles at Kindre, and shakes her head. "But you don't really look very old, Kin, and you know it."

Cheni eyes Kindre carefully, to see if she's joking. "Really? I didn't think of painting them, ma'am. I sort of just thought they looked nice how they were and paints hard to get up at Braddle but now you mention it, it sounds interesting." The not quite seventeen turn old politely doesn't comment on the age factor, but gives Mirielle an incredulous look.

L'han breaks off his almost-leer at the Greenrider when he feels other eyes upon him, arms crossing comfortably over his chest while he smiles down at the heart-shaped face. "My Rainy likes shells, too. About your age, I imagine she is."

Yashira pats Decarath's flank; the brown lumbers off toward the water, too, and Yashira strides closer to the little group around Cheni. She glances at the shells, but says nothing.

Decarath walks further along the hot sands towards the tidal pool.

Mirielle returns L'han's broken glance and watches him for a moment, before turning to Cheni. "You collect little shells? I wonder, do you ever turn them into jewelry? I had a few friends when I was at Ista that did that."

Kindre bobs her head yet again to Cheni. "Ah, I hadn't thought of that. We had lots of paint at Half Circle, mostly because of the skiffs people liked to fancy up," she notes and then turns to listen to Mirielle.

Feeling increasingly self-conscious as the others examine her little shell collection, she blushes, pushing the rest into her sack, leaving only a few scattered on her blanket. She stands as well, putting herself at least eye level. "No, I'm not a smith, just wanted to make my mama something for her turnday cause she was feeling bad at getting so old, is all." She wrinkles her nose. "Well, up at Braddle, practical is the word."

L'han's grins broadens, eyes slanting to the Weyrwoman, "Fancy up? You're so quaint." Lazy fingers creep up to scratch at his bristled chin, returning to silence as he soaks up the feminine chatter.

Riane looks at the shells and smiles, "I used to collect shells and stuff, at Shining Seas. I had a big collection but I never figured out anything to do with them." She shrugs. "They're probably still there, even."

L'han has finally achieved a certain look of maturity and dignity..just don't let it fool you. Twenty-odd Turns of living with Maireth has really just left him too befuddled to sustain his old callousness. Appearing to be somewhere in his late 30s, he's finally old enough to look his age, being nearly six-and-a-half feet tall and built like a young weyrling.

Still an exact cross between mother and father, his electric blue eyes look out from behind locks of strawberry-blonde hair that fall nearly to his chin, the strands reaching past his shoulders in the back. On the occasion he tucks the fall behind his ear, a silver bar is visible accenting his right brow. His beard, a darker red, is trimmed neatly to follow the line of his mustache down over his chin.. serving to not only narrow his wide face, but also give him a slightly rakish air.

Just look at L'han's pants! In fact, you can't help but look at them. Your attention is drawn not only by the deep dark dye of the leather, a true black, but also by the shine, oh, the shine. And now that his pants have your attention, well, you can't take your eyes off of them. For they have been fitted, fitted just for L'han, and, well, WOW, look at those legs. Those muscular calves, the masculine thighs, and invariably the pants draw your gaze upwards, for look how they highlight his sensational rear. What pants!! What legs!! What a rear!!

Kindre chuckles at L'han. Her eyes soon get that glazed-over look that other riders would recognize. "Oh Faranth, now she's all perturbed," is noted with a sigh. "I hate to leave so soon, but Herath wants to head back home and, well..." Rolling her eyes, issuing a long-suffered sigh and shrugging first, she ends up smiling. "One of these days, Cheni, I will get you to the Lounge to see those walls! Clear skies all!"

Kindre walks further along the hot sands towards the tidal pool.

Kindre has left.

Yashira rubs the back of her neck, glancing toward the tide pools, forehead wrinkling.

Cheni grins as Kindre disappears, almost calling back to her but then she smiles at Yashira, instead. "I went to Lava Lounge with that nice rider Kichecoo. She's sort of scary though, in a fun sort of way." Still smiling, she nods to Riane. "Shining Seas? Where is that? And all I got is enough for a plate, but they are nice ones."

Yashira's attention is dragged away from the tidal pools, and she blinks at Cheni a couple of times. "Kiche... Heh. Heh, heh...heh heh heh." The surly brownrider chuckles, and says, "Kichevio. Right. Sort of scary, but in a fun way - makes sense to me. You didn't let her get you too drunk, did you?"

"North," Riane responds. "On the coast of High Reaches... Lava lounge, that's someplace I still need to visit sometime. Kichevio. Yeah, she's a greenrider." The greenrider grins and eyes her own green, who's now swimming as rapidly as possible in little circles.

A delicate snort is emitted from L'han's height and direction. "Scary? Whatever is scary about Kich? Intriguing. . tantalizing. .those I understand.." His eyes sparkle oh-so-blue at the young lady, smile tugging the corner of his moustache.

"Maybe she's just scary to people without penises," Yashira says in dry tones. "We could take a survey."

Mirielle looks over at the tidal pools and shakes her head. "Silly, paranoid Green," she mutters.

Cheni glances out to the dragons swimming and chuckles. "So it's true, they do like to swim, huh?" When she can pull her own attention away, she flushes, realizing her error. "Right, Kichevio. That's hard to say though. And no, I only had enough marks on me for one drink, but it was strong." Her eyes widen. Good thing Corwin was there." She blushes at -that- word and turns her focus to L'han, but those eyes make her flustered so she looks back to the shells in her hand. Safe! "Well, she's quite different than most people I know up at Braddle, sir."

Mirielle raises an eyebrow at Yashira. "Oh, so now we have to bring up the subject of male anatomy. Not /all/ greenriders are bloodthirsty."

L'han nods solemnly, "That would teach you to go about without one, I might suggest." Then he flashes a brilliant smile to his fellow Brownrider, "Of course I've always had my suspicions about you."

Riane laughs. "Mhm. Could be.." Then her head bobs to Cheni. "Weyrfolk usually are. Different from holders, I mean. Yeah."

Cheni chuckles dryly. "So I noticed, I'm Cheni by the way." She smiles to Riane.

"I never said they were," Yashira drawls in Mirielle's direction, arching her eyebrows back. She turns that skeptical look at L'han, snorting. "You will note the lack of bulge." She gestures at the front of her pants.

Riane returns the smile amiably, "Riane - I'm Yrinth's. The one who's blowing bubbles and swimming in circles. Nice to meet you, Cheni.. I think I've seen you before, briefly?"

"I've always thought it unfair that a repressed few should give all the Holds a bad name.." L'han emits his sigh of longsuffering. He must have caught that one from Ursa. He brightens again. Oh the blinding glare of pearly whites. "I've never tried to garner a really close look, Yash. You'd rearrange my own anatomy right quick, I imagine, and I'm ever so fond of it all right where it is."

Cheni is flustered, making sure not to look down at any bulges anywhere. Dragons are safe, for now and so her gaze goes toward the shore. "Perhaps, I'm sorry, you are definitely right, Riane, forgive me for being forgetful."

Mirielle snorts at Yashira, and shakes her head. "I don't have one either, L'han. " Turning to Cheni, she grins. "See? The lounge really is tame, in comparison."

Cheni chuckles at Mirielle. "Compared to what?"

Yashira smiles back at L'han, except her 'smile' is more 'a pulling back of her lips to display teeth'. "Yes, yes I would rearrange it right quick," she informs L'han, sounding all too agreeable. "Goooood L'han."

Mirielle points to the riders around her. "Compared to these two over here."

Riane snickers at L'han, and shrugs. "Don't worry about it?" She supplies for Mirielle, "Us. Them." Them being Yashira and L'han, at the moment. And look, prime example.

Cheni shrugs. "I don't know, Kiche..vio was talking about splinters and them being named and people on tables, and I really didn't want to know much more than that, but even the other riders raised their brows at that."

L'han takes it all as praise and lopes cheerfully down the shore a ways, gazing over the dragons as he bellows, "Don't you dare try to eat him! He'll give you indigestion!"

Mirielle raises an eyebrow at L'han and suddenly bursts into a fit of laughter. "So it was Maireth who bit Peth's tail?" "You evil Man!" she calls after him.

"I suppose I should tell Decarath that," Yashira murmurs, one eyebrow arching speculatively.

Cheni jumps at L'han's bellow and steps on the other side of her blanket, for protection, then laughs at her nerves.

Maireth's head is now easily visible, looming out of the pool in feigned innocence. What, Mirie? Me? I'm just this big, sweet, dripping Brown..

Yashira nods to Cheni. "He does that. You get used to it."

L'han turns on his heels to face the wimmins, every inch of him suffused with that dastardly boyish charm. "What?"

Cheni grumbles, not amused. "Sounds like the Lord Holder when he gets a knot in his .." She smiles pleasantly to Yashira but is glad for the space between L'han and her when he turns on the charm. "Nothing, sir."

Mirielle smiles at Cheni. "Don't mind him, he's prone to fits of,... interesting-ness."

Yashira looks speculative. "Maybe there's something very shiny on the beach you can look at, L'han."

L'han brightly smiles his confusion. "Don't be silly. I was already a full Rider before I would have been made Lord Holder. And really, they don't sound like me at all." He oohs hopefully, "Shiny? Where?" He travels a bit further off, eyes peeled on the sands.

Yrinth wanders in from the tidal pool.

Yrinth's head comes up out of the water now, and she warbles cheerfully as the rest of her follows out. As soon as she's out of the water, she starts experimenting with her tail and its effects on the sand. She keeps one eye on her rider.

Cheni claps a hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle but her eyes ooze mischief. When she finally can ask, she does so, chokingly. "Does he often go off looking for shiny things?"

Mirielle sighs and shakes her head at L'han. "He is an interesting fellow, Cheni. Just watch yourself around him."

Yashira snickers faintly. "Sometimes. Depends. Fifty-fifty chance you can distract him or something. I'm sure Kassima could calculate the odds."

Riane looks at her dragon, smiling slightly first, then looking surprised. "You want to.." She pauses, and repeats. "Uhh, Yrinth says she thinks we should head back to the Weyr." The dragon takes a step closer towards the cluster of people, close enough to nudge Riane. As if to say, 'And..?' "And.. Ahh.. Cheni, I think she'd like you to come with."

Cheni laughs again, looking over to Yrinth. "I'm sorry, Riane, could you pass on to Yrinth, I belong here, you all are the ones who came here to swim." She still giggles at Yashira. "Oh come now, are you serious?"

Yashira shakes her head a little, lips quirking. "Riane, does she mean to, ah...?"

Mirielle turns to eye Cheni carefully. "Oh, Riane, is she sure?"

Decarath wanders in from the tidal pool.

Yrinth rumbles stubbornly, and her eyes start whirling faster. Riane laughs a bit nervously, "That's not going to be easy." She nods to Yashira and Mirie. "She says... well. Um. Well.. Cheni, would you do us the honor of standing for Mirrath and Indrath's clutch at Telgar Weyr? Yrinth says she's not leaving until you do."

Yashira snorts faintly. "No /pressure/ or anything," she says, glancing over at Yrinth with some amusement.

Peth wanders in from the tidal pool.

Cheni flutters her lashes and remembers to shut her mouth before a vtol flies in. "She wants me to what for who? Me?" She looks about the beach as if another Cheni will appear. "Me?"

Mirielle smiles as Peth wanders over, completely uninterested in the people, but rather walking step for step after a young adolescent lad.

L'han jogs back up with sunlit blonde hanging in his eyes, a joyful smile easily brilliant enough to match, "Look! One of those shiny shells." His hand is already extended to show off this find when he pauses, face quick to cloud, "We're not leaving?"

A boy of maybe fourteen Turns walks up the beach from the tidal pools. He keeps looking anxiously over his shoulder, which is understandable since he's being trailed by Peth.

Maireth wanders in from the tidal pool.

Yrinth rumbles again, quite firmly. "Yes, you," Riane assures her more kindly. "She thinks you would make a good Candidate and she wants you to Stand." She pauses, "I know it's a tough decision, but.." She trails off, and smiles lightly. "Well?"

Maireth emerges with a large, wiggling fishtail poking from his maw. Search? What Search? I found a FISH!

Yashira's lips quirk up slightly at the corners; she raises her eyebrows curiously at Cheni.

Cheni looks over her shoulder as the boy is being stalked by a dragon. "Oh my!" Her eyes widen and reality sets in. "I'd be .. I'd be honoured ma'am." She pauses then asks. "Do I need to bring warm clothes, I'm afraid I don't have anything beyond this."

Mirielle trots over to Peth and the boy, and returns after a few moments of hushed conversation, with both in tow. Proudly, she takes hold of the boy's arm. "This is Talin. Cheni, you might know him, he says he occasionally runs things up to Braddle Hold. Peth wants him to stand, and he's said yes."

Cheni blinks at Talin, recognizing the lad. "Yes, I know you, you are the one who.." She blushes and shuts her mouth. "Right ma'am."

Talin sticks out his tongue at Cheni when he thinks no one is looking, and blushes as well when it turns out that Mirie caught him.

Riane beams now. "Good, good!" Yrinth lets out a bugle at the confirmation. "And another!" She smiles. "Telgar's pretty cold, compared to this. But, we can get you a few things out of stores, so don't worry too much. And we can stop and pick up any personal effects you really want, quickly. If you'd like."

L'han and Maireth take to huddling, showing off their finds to each other, lost in their own Brown world. With much rumbling and such.

Yashira grins a little. "Good. Glad to have you, Cheni."

Mirielle stands as the boy runs off to get some things from the hold as well. "This is interesting," she comments, looking around. "Two from one place. I wonder if everywhere we go, this is going to happen."

L'han reiterates proudly, in his loud voice to carry toward Mirie, "I found a shiny shell!" Hopefully, Yashira is too distracted to feel any urges to kick him.

Cheni lugs her sack on her back, the shells rattling against her side. "Ready ma'am." She bursts out into another laugh as L'han comes back with a shiny shell.

Mirielle turns and peers at L'han. Striding over, she looks. "where?"

Yashira snickers again at L'han's announcement, which indicates she is feeling too amiable to kick. OR DOES IT?

Riane's head bobs, and she snickers at the others. "All right. So, let's head back then? Have you ever ridden dragonback before, Cheni?"

L'han shows Mirie the shell, looking every so small and fragile in his beefy hand. All pearly-gold and pink on the inner surface. "Pretty," he breathes.

Mirielle nods and agrees. "Yes, it is pretty." Sighing, she eyes L'han curiously for a moment, before walking back and talking to Talin.

Yashira clambers up onto Decarath's back; the big brown looks as disinterested as ever in his surroundings.

Yashira climbs up onto Decarath's back.

Yashira has left.

Cheni looks over at the shell and shrugs, not overly impressed. "I have some shiny ones with a couple of dangly bits on them, looks real interesting." Shifting her bags to rest better on her shoulder, she waits instructions from the riders.

L'han deftly pockets the find and stashes Maireth's fish away, too. "Won't Ursa be surprised!" The task must clear his head a bit, for he actually looks coherent again when he turns and notes the younguns with their packs. "Coming home with us?"

Mirielle helps the boy climb onto Peth, and mounts up herself.

Mirielle grabs the dangling straps, and climbs up onto Peth's back.

Riane slips on her riding gear again, and mounts up on Yrinth. "I'll get you all strapped in and such. Just put your foot there, then there, and pull yourself up?" She motions towards the named spots.

Riane climbs up onto Yrinth's back.

Riane has left.

Yrinth(#12224Vaes)

You are perched between two beryl and emerald neckridges, marbled with jade, absinthe, and jeweled green. Yrinth's graceful neck and back stretch out before you, a mixture of all these gemstone colors, swirling and intermixing along her soft hide all the way down to the tip of her tail and to her grass-toned wingtips, splashed with refractions of golden winter sunrise.

Contents:

Riane

You climb up onto Yrinth's back.

>> L'han vaults up onto Maireth's back, using his straps as handholds.

>> Mounted on Decarath, Yashira's head bobs in L'han's direction once she's finished buckling. "Aye, Yrinth's Searched her - and Peth's Searched that boy."

Cheni smiles smugly as she finds herself up on the green with not much help. She looks about for the straps but doesn't fumble much. "This is a lot easier than getting the Lord Holder up on a dragon. I wonder who he'll find to haul him up until I get back?"

>> From atop Peth, Mirielle shrugs from behind the boy's back and grins. "Trust her to find a boy interesting."

Riane turns around in her seat and buckles in the straps for Cheni. "All right. Ready?" She asks it loud enough for all of them to hear.

Cheni shifts about, making sure she is strapped in and for all her nonchalance of speech, her white knuckles holding onto the straps speaks that she's not such the world traveler after all. "I.. I think so."

>> Peth bugles her readiness to take wing.

>> Mounted on Decarath, "Ready!" Yashira replies. Decarath crouches low to spring.

You hunch down before launching up, with powerful strokes.

Sky above Southern Boll Hold(#1794RJae)

You are flying directly above Southern Boll Hold. Down below, a winding road twists up the side of the volcano towards the Hold Proper. The hold is large, shaped like an "L" and seems to grow right out of the mountain itself. To the northwest, you see the lush, emerald jungles that surround the hold. Miles of dense vegetation extends from one end of the penninsula to the other, broken by rich farmland. The ground is a spray of extraordinary colours from native flora. Toward the northeast and east, you see miles of pure white sand beaches and the sparkling, deep blue waters of the ocean.

The early morning skies are crystal clear as the sun rises over the eastern skies. There seems to be a light breeze coming from the east-northeast and the winter air is is warm with a touch of humidity.

Type '+lhelp' for local help.

Obvious exits:

Upper Sky Beach Courtyard

>> Decarath wings up from the beach.

>> Peth wings up from the beach.

>> Maireth wings up from the beach.

Editors Note:

As my ride back to the weyr had to disconnect, it was discussed by pages that I should just transfer over to another dragonback, and was instructed to leave Yrinth, and enter another dragon. With interesting results as seen below. Sing along. "She jumped from 20,000 feet, forgot to pull the cord ... "

You climb down from Yrinth's back.

Sky above Southern Boll Hold(#1794RJae)

You are flying directly above Southern Boll Hold. Down below, a winding road twists up the side of the volcano towards the Hold Proper. The hold is large, shaped like an "L" and seems to grow right out of the mountain itself. To the northwest, you see the lush, emerald jungles that surround the hold. Miles of dense vegetation extends from one end of the penninsula to the other, broken by rich farmland. The ground is a spray of extraordinary colours from native flora. Toward the northeast and east, you see miles of pure white sand beaches and the sparkling, deep blue waters of the ocean.

The early morning skies are crystal clear as the sun rises over the eastern skies. There seems to be a light breeze coming from the east-northeast and the winter air is is warm with a touch of humidity.

Type '+lhelp' for local help.

Contents:

Maireth

Peth

Decarath

Yrinth(#12224Vaes)

Obvious exits:

Upper Sky Beach Courtyard

South Boll Courtyard(#1967RIJMSa)

The Courtyard of Southern Boll Hold is at its busiest now. The area is filled with people from all walks of life who are taking an afternoon break from their duties. Traders dash amidst the residents that move in and out of the hold. Fairs of firelizards play in the large fountain as small fish surface with their gentle splashes. Old and young alike sit along the fountain edge or on the various 'places' lining the walls. The high walls surrounding the courtyard block the hot tropic winds, making this a pleasant spot to sit in.

The early morning skies are crystal clear as the sun rises over the eastern skies. There seems to be a light breeze coming from the east-northeast and the winter air is warm with a touch of humidity.



Contents:

Ivie

Dragon Fountain

Obvious exits:

Greenhouse Hold Stables Guard Barracks Practice Field Great Hall Great Gates

From high above, Cheni comes screaming down from above! It looks like her body will be smashed to bits on the ground below, but suddenly you see a drudge come running from the Hold, a huge pillow in hand! The drudge dives at the last moment and catches Cheni on the pillow, saving her life! He stands, wipes his forehead, dumps Cheni on the ground, saying, "What in shards did you think you were doing?" He shakes his head then walks off whistling happily at a job well done.

A stream of water shoots high up into the sky, raining gently down into the pool.

From Yrinth's back, Riane goes home.

And thus, Cheni became the candidate named "Squishy" and found her way on "Decarath's back"

Decarath

Decarath's back is broad and very, very brown; the lovely chestnut and mahogany whorled hide is kept well-oiled. He's lean and lanky, and lacking padding for those sitting on him. From this high up, everything seems a little smaller, and there's more to be seen. Perhaps this explains something about Decarath's attitude.

Contents:

Yashira(#11384PJOXce$)

Southern Bowl

Towering above, the bowl wall rises in a curving three-pointed arc as it shelters this southernmost point of Telgar Weyr's great caldera. Sloping down to the north to a slight degree, the floor of the bowl has been channeled so that runoff might drain down to the lake beyond. There are several strategically placed evergreens that serve to baffle the biting mountain winds away from the southern entrance into the Living Caverns. The odor of pickling and preserves emerging from the Living Cavern is strong, a sure sign that the summer fruits and vegetables are being stored for the winter. Northward, the center of the bowl spreads hugely, leading to the feeding pens, hatching grounds, weyrling barracks, the Telgar Weyr lake. The ground-level weyrs of the queenriders dot the mountain to the northwest. Use '+view queenriders' to view them. The murmur of voices and the clatter of pots and chairs drifts from the Living Cavern, where the evening meal is being served.

The afternoon is partly cloudy, though the sun still shines through. It is completely still, no winds blow and the summer air temperature feels comfortable.

You backwing for a landing.

Mirielle slides down off Peth's back and lands neatly on the ground.

Mirielle helps the lad down and smiles. "So, Cheni, Talin, how'd you like it?"

Cheni shivers in the wind and gathers her jacket closer to herself. "It's big." She looks around slowly, and manages to stick her tongue out at Talin at the same time before smiling at the rest.

Peth warbles at Maireth.

"Off to the barracks with you," Yashira says, grinning a little and gesturing. "This way's the Living Cavern."

Mirielle nudges the boy along, following Yashira.

Cheni follows behind Yashira, nearly stumbling into the rider as she looks about her

Yashira walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.

Yashira has left.

You walk past the lintel and into the wide living cavern.

Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern(#750RDJM$)

This huge cavern is sufficiently roomy to hold a large portion of the Weyr's population without feeling cramped. There's always a bustle of activity here. Fragrant dishes are constantly in preparation for mealtimes: currently for the evening meal. Drudges are always present, either cleaning under Pierron's watchful eye, or helping fetch and carry. A myriad of glowbaskets and many ever-lit hearths make the cavern warm and inviting despite its size. The scents of cooking meats, baking breads and pastries, and the pungent aroma of spices hang mouthwateringly in the air. It is little wonder that those seeking to relax nearly always find their way here to do it. Dark summer blooms of vivid hue decorate the tables.

A short tunnel jaunts northward out to the bowl and the merry sounds of cooking, chores, and laughter echo from the kitchen at the southeast end of the cavern near the easterly passage to the rest of the lower caverns. Within the lower caverns is an entrance to the infirmary weyr to care for injured dragons and riders.

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PLAYERS: Yashira Shawnah Pierron Cheni

Yashira makes her way into the caverns, striding along at a brisk pace with Cheni, Mirielle, and another boy.

Mirielle is escorting a young lad of fourteen turns along with her.

Cheni clutches her bag to herself as she walks behind Yashira, still looking around her.

Shawnah is sitting at a table, squinting over a hide. Glancing up as the groups arrives, she quirks up a brow. "Already?" she asks, and then just grins at spotting someone familiar among the new arrivals. "Cheni?" she says, with a little chuckle.

"I suppose the wide-eyed clutching of belongings gives 'em away," Yashira muses, lips quirked slightly at the corners. "Afternoon, Shawnah."

Cheni manages to lower her gaze from the cavern roof to look to who called her name. Spotting Shawnah, she grins. "Yes, hello. It looks like, well, I'm here."

Shawnah shakes her head, "Thought that was you. Well... welcome to Telgar!" a smile is given to the boy as well, and then a wide grin spreads across her face... one of those grins that might just say 'evil', and she nods toward the inner caverns. "I hope the other assistants finished with those barracks." she says that last more to herself.

Yashira snorts a little. "I hope so, too. It's right through the inner caverns here, Cheni..." She keeps going, arms swinging.

Cheni's eyes widen at Shawnah's smile widen to a grin and she takes a step closer to Yashira, involuntarily looking for safety. "Thank you ma'am." Her head bobs and she's off to follow Yashira once again.

Yashira walks towards the inner cavern.

Inner Cavern

This huge cavern lies within the bowels of Telgar Weyr. The ceiling above, somewhat darkened, seems to be black in the dim light of the glows. Under this blackness, it's almost a hive. A large part of this cavern is a place where the lower cavern work is done: washing, making, remaking - endless chatter and noise concentrated around islands of bright glowlight. People come and go from several tunnels to the east and west, adding to general movement. There are several more secluded places with a table and few chairs, used by more idle folk for gaming or chat.

In the southwestern part of the cavern, a small opening in the dark seems to be overlooked by everyone, and quite unused.

From here there is a large entrance into the Living Cavern, the center of activity of the Weyr. There are also smaller entrances leading off into the weyrfolk quarters, the tunnel to the steam baths, candidate barracks, and a corridor leading to the Nursery.

Several corridors also lead to quarters for the more permanent members of the Weyr. You may '+view residents', '+view crafters', or '+view staff' to see them.

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Yashira strides into the caverns after a short pause in the living cavern, Cheni still in tow. "You have... let's see, the baths are over there - the dragons can fly down into the steam baths, so there are dragon-sized pools in there. You'll also get dragon washing duty at some point. There's the nursery, for, uh, nursery duty - which I never seemed to get, oddly enough - and... over there's where the residents live."

Cheni looks back and forth as Yashira talks, trying to take it all in, keep the right pace and not find her nose pressed against Yashira's back. "Nursery, dragons, residents. Do we bathe them too?"

Candidate Barracks

This cavern has a rather low ceiling, with many openings for air, since this becomes an abode for a large number of people before every hatching. Every inch of the floor is kept clean, although little of it can be seen due to the many rows of cots that fill most of the space. The central part of the cavern is rather dim, as most of the glows are on the walls. Little decoration is evidenced except for a few personal effects. You wouldn't call it uncomfortable unless the unusually low ceiling for a weyr makes you claustrophobic. On the wall, scrupulously maintained, is a list of Candidates and their assigned chores for the day. Tampering with it is rumored to be an offense punishable by death or latrine duty for the rest of one's life.

The normal ruckus of the barracks is almost constant.

Yashira glances about, noting, "Not many of the cots are taken, so feel free to set up... wherever you like..." She grins a little, her expression thoughtful as she glances about. Heading over to a cupboard, she fishes about 'til she comes out with a knot, which she tosses to Cheni. "And always wear that - there's your Candidate's knot."

Cheni nods and checks. "No bathing the residents, then. Not the aunties or uncles?" Sighing, she's utterly relieved at the thought, then she looks about the cavern, silenced by the sheer space that's around her. She grabs the knot and holds it in her hands. "I will." Staring at it for a long moment, she grins. "Are you sure, you got the right person?"

"Yrinth seems to think so," Yashira says, moving over to one of the cots and pausing there, hand lightly brushing the blankets. "People are good here. I think you'll like it."

Cheni eyes the room and settles her bags on a cot in the a little niche in the corner and then sits beside them on the very edge of the bed.

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