Logfile from Nanoc

Orbit hops, skips and jumps cheerfully in from the bowl.

Weyrling Barracks

Large as it is, the barracks seem small when filled with the constant activity of weyrlings and dragonets, working, learning, or playing. The couches each show touches of the individuals who occupy them, all of them kept swept clean as the WLMs demand, but with a variety of cushions and coverings neatly folded or scattered across them. The clothespresses are full, some not so tidily closed as they should be. Fresh glowbaskets are strategically placed about the room, ready to cast their light over the dark walls. At the northern end of the room are shelves containing a variety of supplies necessary for the care of young dragons, and over the shelves hang a number of charts and pictures. Off to one side is the everpresent vat of oil and trays of meat for the growing dragonets.

Gliding about are Eti, Malse, Zerosu, Arm, Prometheus, Hey, Twilight, Furby, Sip, Orion, Tempest, Sartan, Forseti, and Ayiie.

Green Fiareth, blue Riyth, bronze Bydelth, green Kaith, and gold Dhiammarath are here.

You see Weyrling Note Board and E'an's Sack of Stone here.

Orbit is here.

Obvious exits:

Weyrlingmaster's Office Out Couches Rooms

Orbit calls out, loudly, "Weyrlings! Front and center! On the double!" She's going to put them to work, hard labor and all that?

N'ano was just about to crawl onto the couch for perhaps a nap, but upon hearing footsteps behind him, he about turns, quickly snapping up a salute "Aye!" He didn't have to go very far, now did he?

Fiareth eyes Orbit with interest, whipping her tail slightly. Her rider's asleep. Hush.

Hannah comes out of Dhiammarath's couch.

Orbit gestures toward the door, "You guys feeling strong today? Grab a shovel on your way out, we're starting firestone shoveling a bit early, there're sacks that need to be filled for fighting thread tomorrow."

Awwe, such fond memories of candidacy. *sniff* Nodding his head once, N'ano procedes out the door, grabbing a shovel as indicated in the instructions.

You leave the barracks, squinting in the brighter light of the bowl.

Northeastern Bowl

The northeastern arc of the Weyr Bowl seems somewhat isolated from the rest of the weyr - with necessity, for this is the training grounds for young riders and dragons, the Weyrlings. The main entrance to the weyrling barracks is just north of here, and the ground there is well-trampled and firm, as if many feet, both human and dragon, have wandered over it dozens of times a day. Further up in the northwest corner of the bowl is the waterfall, tumbling out of the Weyr face several dragonlengths above, misting the area in a rainbow glow. On the south side of the bowl lie the ashpits and firestone supplies for the entire Weyr.

It is a summer afternoon. The sun sinks westward over the land, its blazing heat only moderated by the sea breezes coming from the ocean. White cumulus clouds begin to roll in from the east.

Gliding about is Akasha.

Green Misumith, brown Djarreth, green Ivrylth, and brown Itazurath are here.

You see Flamer Charging Unit here.

Obvious exits:

Barracks Pool Path Central Bowl

Bydelth> Hannah comes out of her lifemate's couch rubbing her eyes, feeling a little groggy. Her and her lifemate settled down for a nap and both just now woke up. Blinking at Orbit, she nods and follows.

Dhiammarath shuffles gracefully, honey-tipped tail swish-swishing behind her, out of the barracks.

Hannah is led in by Dhiammarath.

Bydelth shuffles awkwardly out of the barracks.

Orbit hops, skips and jumps cheerfully out of the barracks.

Orbit gestures toward the pile of firestone off to the side and the sacks piled next to it, "Well.. have at it, when you're done, I got these" and she gestures at the tray of bubblie pies, "for you. As a sort of.. reward for your efforts."

Bydelth wobbles his way out, following his rider from not very far behind. However, attention span is cut short as a rock is spotted. It's a pretty rock indeed, and definitely worthy of his attention. Raising a brow, N'ano chuckles at his lifemate before turning his attention towards the large pile. Sighing, he makes his way over, picks up a sack, and starts the shoveling routine. Good thing he hadn't forgotten how!

Dhiammarath coils up into a loose knot of pale gold, whirling eyes absently focused on not the firestone, but the bubblies.

Hannah takes her shovel and begins to scoop the firestone into the sacks. Rubbing her groggy eyes again with her forearm, she turns to flash a sleepy grin at her lifemate. "HOw many bags..?" is asked of Orbit.

Orbit leans back a bit to observe them, peering at their lifemates, checking them over for signs of good health or bad, "Oh.. I'd say about five bags from each of you.." is said, oblivious to the groan of dismay from a brown riding weyrling.

Fiareth seductively slinks out of the barracks.

E'an is led in by Fiareth.

Dhiammarath enjoys the sunning she's getting, her pale hide warming quite nicely. "Okay.." She begins working on the second bag after setting the first bag off to the side. Seeing E'an and Fiareth come out of the barracks, she smiles shyly and gives a little wave. Scouping and shoveling continues however.

N'ano is on a roll, already starting his second bag "Aye... ain't no problem... got it goin'..." is his idle comment as the shovel is heaved and bags filled. "Byd! Get 'way from here... go--go over there or somethin'?" he pleads of the bronze who wandered his way over to the pile but reluctantly makes his way back to--a stick!

Winnie pops out from the barracks, crossing her arms over one another as she stares longly at the pile of stone and fellow weyrlings working their hides off. With a snort, she raises her brows and shakes her head "Uh uh... there's /no/ way I'm doing /that/! My nails! They'll--they'll break! I just got them filed. And the smell!" she wafes the air away from her as it's carried by the breeze.

Orbit quirks an eyebrow toward Winnie, "Shovel. Now. All weyrlings have to do it, it's your turn. And we'll take care of those nails later, dragonriders don't have time for long nails. See?" And Orbit's hand with it's short nails is waved in her direction.

Hannah continues onto her third bag of firestone. Winnie is given a look ascance though the goldrider continues scooping the stone. Dhiammarath stays still, merely watching the others. Scoup, scoup, scoup...

N'ano stops momentarily to wipe the sweat that has found its way to accumulate on his forehead. Quirking a brow, he chuckles, looking on towards Winnie "It ain't so bad!" And with that said, he works his way onto his fourth bag, or more so continuing it.

Winnie whines some more as she stomps her way towards the pile, grabbing a shovel from against the barrack's wall. Puffing her cheeks out, she holds her breath as the shovel is pushed into the firestone pile, but no motion is made to actually shovel it into the sack. Poohith, the most lovely green, is trying her best as well to stay away from the awful stench. And she has to chew this stuff when she gets older? How gross!

B'rain and Pinkyth plot themselves over to sack firestone. Muah. "So, Pinkyth, are you pondering what I'm pondering..."

O'town, too, comes out after hearing voices. Oh look! Firestone, his favorite! Humming a tune, the ex-harper makes fun out of the duty, soon breaking out in full song, and maneuvering his shovel around before it hits the pile.

A few weyrlings start to writhe in pain at O'town's humming, several being carried off my Healers.

By. By.

N'ano is done, finally. Five sacks later, he steps aside to allow more room for the others, eyeing O'town at his tune. Suppose he'll keep his mouth shut at commenting. Probably best, no? "Um... should we just wait for 'em all to finish as well?"

Winnie suddenly drops her shovel, cupping her hand to her mouth as she takes a few steps back towards the barracks, then turning towards the basin path "I'm.... gonna be sick!" from the firestone or from the singing, who knows. But there she goes, running off, Poohith trailing right behind.

Orbit hmms a bit and considers, "If you get done early, your dragons look a bit sore, try using some of that oil over there and rubbing very gently at the muscles above and below their wings." Dragon massage.

Hannah winces at the horrible hummer but continues onto her fourth firestone sack. Almost finished, only got one more to do... She shovels that stuff into the sack without thinking. "Okay.." is huffed and puffed at Orbit as she moves to fill the sack, her thin little stick arms working at hefting her finished fourth sack. Onto the fifth. And then to the lifemate-- who, by the way, has gotten /large/.

Orbit has disconnected.

Bydelth would like that, no doubt. Watching N'ano walk over to said oil, Bydelth nearly tramples over him in anxiety, which would be really bad considering how big the bronze has gotten as well. "Woah! Down boy! I ain't gonna be able to oil ya if ya cripple me!" he grins, reaching out to start the massage.