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Logs:Weyrling Interlude

2016-03-03T22:14:32Z

Ceawlin:

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|what=A little bit of downtime
|where=Weyrling Barracks, Fort Weyr
|involves=Fort Weyr
|custom=Spring Night
|day=2
|month=3
|turn=40
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2016.03.02
|weather=Mostly clear skies cloud up off and on all day, providing alternating patterns of brightness and shade. A mellow breeze stirs the air.
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|desc=Through the entrance to the barracks, one is immediately presented with the door to the Weyrlingmaster's Staffroom to the left, while a path leading forward and a path to the right lead to two separate chambers, allowing two classes to be housed with their fellows. Each high-ceilinged chamber contains two neat rows of cots, each bed with its top to the wall, enough to house at least thirty weyrlings and their growing dragons. Placed at strategic intervals between the rows are barrels of oil, clean buckets and other equipment needed for dragon care or the cleaning of the premises. Windows are concealed by heavy drapes, but can be opened to provide fresh air and sunlight. Glowbaskets line the walls for nighttimes lighting.

Each weyrling pair is provided with a bed, a bedside table, and a trunk for their belongings. Beside each bed is a smooth indentation in the floor to serve as a wallow for growing dragons. If required, fresh linens and materials for wallows can be collected from the tall unit of drawers and collection of barrels at the very back of each room.
|log=Wake up and feed the dragon. Get some exercise and feed the dragon. Go to bed after feeding the dragon. It doesn't matter what it is, D'aeo's schedule revolves around feeding the dragon, it seems: it has become his mantra, and Zvaezdiyth never seems to get full. Oh, he eats and eats until he's nearly sick (D'aeo's had to go hit up the bucket a time or two) but mostly, he just whines for food. ''All the time''. It is not long after their visualization classes, before the night has settled into 'deeper night', and after dinner that D'aeo finally sees peace. A moment to collect himself. Until, that is, he looks over at Zvaezdiyth. The dragon is sitting there. STARING AT HIM. The bronze rider's eyes fall to the dragon's feet, which are doing this shuffle of weight from one to the other. "No. You're not hungry." A sound escapes the dragon's throat. It's pitiful. Obviously, this is a starved dragon, RIGHT HERE.

Ay'zan also has the same mantra with his green Yuanth though his may alter ever so slightly. Bratty, picky, persnickety, so many descriptive words for exactly how Yuanth is. Everything is a major ordeal to get it just right for her. Eat, sleep, oil. Repeat. It sounded so /simple/ when they were candidates. However now that they are /living/ it well it's a whole new world for 15 turn Ninway..Ay'zan. Sleeping when he can he's sprawled across his cot snoring. Yuanth though is waking up slowly. Turning around in her wallow that took her /forver/ to pick out she nudges disdainfully on what is spread out to make if comfy.

"No." But. "No." D'aeo is ''firm'' in his finger-wagging at the bronze dragonet that wants more food more than he wants LIFE. Spying Yuanth rousing, the weyrling offers up a crooked (if tired) half-smile for his fellow clutch mate. "Wasn't at all what I expected," maybe he doesn't realize that Ay'zan isn't ''quite'' up yet. Whups. Back to Zvaezdiyth, he finds the dragon trying to nose himself tall enough to get to the meat. "What'd I say? No, no more. Here, come on. You need - yes, I know - it itches. Right, see?" He waggles a pot, like it's a piece of... meat. "Oil." This is going to take forever.

Ay'zan's snore stutters before restarting for a moment then fading out completely. Yuanth's waking presence is slowly penetrating his consciousness along with D'aeo's words. "Huh? Wha?..." rolling over he misjudges exactly where the end of his cot ends so he ends up flat on the floor with an 'oof'. Yuanth whuffs a warm breath of air towards her bronze brother before poking at Ay'zan with her muzzle.

Zvaezdiyth makes a rumbling sound of greeting towards his sister, that settles into a soft sound while D'aeo slowly rubs the oil into the bronze's hide. "Taking an after dinner nap?" the young man asks, droll humor held in his exhausted expression and yet, it's the good kind of exhaustion. The circles beneath his eyes aren't from worrying too much; rather, it is as if a burden has subtly been lifted from D'aeo's shoulders. "I am hoping he gets sleepy and then I can have peace and quiet." Zvaezdiyth isn't likely to let that happen for a while yet.

One hand runs through his slightly rumpled hair. Ay'zan's normally super short hair is looking a little rumpled these days. Another muzzle to the gut gets him moving in autopilot towards food barrels. "Short nap." he finally replies directly towards D'aeo. "I'm pretty sure she still chatters to me in her sleep. Always with another question or demand to fix something up for her." such as waking him up in the middle of the might to fix her bedding. Again. Every night. Still though he casts a fond loom towards the green as she wolves down her first chunk of food. Snack time!

"Wow." D'aeo eyes the green, then her rider and then down at the bronze who is eyeballing him like he's about to enter the bad-touch-danger-zone when his hands near those cute little feet of his. "That sounds..." He curbs his tongue before the awkwardness can truly take hold and finishes with, "... very loud." Deft, quick fingers work the oil into the wingjoints and onto the sails themselves.

Ay'zan smirks faintly. Another chunk is tossed into a waiting maw. "It can be!" admits the weyrling. With sleep still in his eyes he absently watches D'aeo oiling the bronze.

D'aeo flashes his fellow weyrling a half-ass smile, before turning to Zvaezdiyth and stepping back. "There, you go." The dragonet has been lulled into submission and the bronzerider isn't about to nudge the creature into his couch area. Where he's basically fallen asleep is good for him! "Zvaezdiyth isn't a huge talker." Thank Faranth. "Yet, at least. He's... mysterious." D'aeo doesn't have the talent for words his bronze will have once he's grown into them, so that's all he comes up with. For the moment. "Now that he's taken care of, I think I'm going to... find something..." He makes a half-hearted wave in the direction of his few personal things. Downtime, this is what he seems to mean.

Ay'zan doesn't bother to stifle his yawn since both hands are covered with blood Yuanth's snack. Sedated now she makes her way over to her couch to lounge out. An expectant look is given to Ay'zan. After food comes oil. Always! So as D'aeo makes his way to some downtime Ay'zan is still on duty with his green to oil her. Perhaps after when she's asleep he'll get some down time too though likely he'll use it to sleep as he was before she awoke hungry.
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Logs:Weyrling Interlude

2016-03-03T22:13:18Z

Ceawlin:

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Each weyrling pair is provided with a bed, a bedside table, and a trunk for their belongings. Beside each bed is a smooth indentation in the floor to serve as a wallow for growing dragons. If required, fresh linens and materials for wallows can be collected from the tall unit of drawers and collection of barrels at the very back of each room.
|log=Wake up and feed the dragon. Get some exercise and feed the dragon. Go to bed after feeding the dragon. It doesn't matter what it is, D'aeo's schedule revolves around feeding the dragon, it seems: it has become his mantra, and Zvaezdiyth never seems to get full. Oh, he eats and eats until he's nearly sick (D'aeo's had to go hit up the bucket a time or two) but mostly, he just whines for food. ''All the time''. It is not long after their visualization classes, before the night has settled into 'deeper night', and after dinner that D'aeo finally sees peace. A moment to collect himself. Until, that is, he looks over at Zvaezdiyth. The dragon is sitting there. STARING AT HIM. The bronze rider's eyes fall to the dragon's feet, which are doing this shuffle of weight from one to the other. "No. You're not hungry." A sound escapes the dragon's throat. It's pitiful. Obviously, this is a starved dragon, RIGHT HERE.

Ay'zan also has the same mantra with his green Yuanth though his may alter ever so slightly. Bratty, picky, persnickety, so many descriptive words for exactly how Yuanth is. Everything is a major ordeal to get it just right for her. Eat, sleep, oil. Repeat. It sounded so /simple/ when they were candidates. However now that they are /living/ it well it's a whole new world for 15 turn Ninway..Ay'zan. Sleeping when he can he's sprawled across his cot snoring. Yuanth though is waking up slowly. Turning around in her wallow that took her /forver/ to pick out she nudges disdainfully on what is spread out to make if comfy.

"No." But. "No." D'aeo is ''firm'' in his finger-wagging at the bronze dragonet that wants more food more than he wants LIFE. Spying Yuanth rousing, the weyrling offers up a crooked (if tired) half-smile for his fellow clutch mate. "Wasn't at all what I expected," maybe he doesn't realize that Ay'zan isn't ''quite'' up yet. Whups. Back to Zvaezdiyth, he finds the dragon trying to nose himself tall enough to get to the meat. "What'd I say? No, no more. Here, come on. You need - yes, I know - it itches. Right, see?" He waggles a pot, like it's a piece of... meat. "Oil." This is going to take forever.

Ay'zan's snore stutters before restarting for a moment then fading out completely. Yuanth's waking presence is slowly penetrating his consciousness along with D'aeo's words. "Huh? Wha?..." rolling over he misjudges exactly where the end of his cot ends so he ends up flat on the floor with an 'oof'. Yuanth whuffs a warm breath of air towards her bronze brother before poking at Ay'zan with her muzzle.

Zvaezdiyth makes a rumbling sound of greeting towards his sister, that settles into a soft sound while D'aeo slowly rubs the oil into the bronze's hide. "Taking an after dinner nap?" the young man asks, droll humor held in his exhausted expression and yet, it's the good kind of exhaustion. The circles beneath his eyes aren't from worrying too much; rather, it is as if a burden has subtly been lifted from D'aeo's shoulders. "I am hoping he gets sleepy and then I can have peace and quiet." Zvaezdiyth isn't likely to let that happen for a while yet.

One hand runs through his slightly rumpled hair. Ay'zan's normally super short hair is looking a little rumpled these days. Another muzzle to the gut gets him moving in autopilot towards food barrels. "Short nap." he finally replies directly towards D'aeo. "I'm pretty sure she still chatters to me in her sleep. Always with another question or demand to fix something up for her." such as waking him up in the middle of the might to fix her bedding. Again. Every night. Still though he casts a fond loom towards the green as she wolves down her first chunk of food. Snack time!

"Wow." D'aeo eyes the green, then her rider and then down at the bronze who is eyeballing him like he's about to enter the bad-touch-danger-zone when his hands near those cute little feet of his. "That sounds..." He curbs his tongue before the awkwardness can truly take hold and finishes with, "... very loud." Deft, quick fingers work the oil into the wingjoints and onto the sails themselves.

Ay'zan smirks faintly. Another chunk is tossed into a waiting maw. "It can be!" admits the weyrling. With sleep still in his eyes he absently watches D'aeo oiling the bronze.

D'aeo flashes his fellow weyrling a half-ass smile, before turning to Zvaezdiyth and stepping back. "There, you go." The dragonet has been lulled into submission and the bronzerider isn't about to nudge the creature into his couch area. Where he's basically fallen asleep is good for him! "Zvaezdiyth isn't a huge talker." Thank Faranth. "Yet, at least. He's... mysterious." D'aeo doesn't have the talent for words his bronze will have once he's grown into them, so that's all he comes up with. For the moment. "Now that he's taken care of, I think I'm going to... find something..." He makes a half-hearted wave in the direction of his few personal things. Downtime, this is what he seems to mean.

Ay'zan doesn't bother to stifle his yawn since both hands are covered with blood Yuanth's snack. Sedated now she makes her way over to her couch to lounge out. An expectant look is given to Ay'zan. After food comes oil. Always! So as D'aeo makes his way to some downtime Ay'zan is still on duty with his green to oil her. Perhaps after when she's asleep he'll get some down time too though likely he'll use it to sleep as he was before she awoke hungry.
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Logs:Weyrling Interlude

2016-03-03T22:12:48Z

Ceawlin: Ay'zan and D'aeo have a bit of an interlude.

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|month=3
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Each weyrling pair is provided with a bed, a bedside table, and a trunk for their belongings. Beside each bed is a smooth indentation in the floor to serve as a wallow for growing dragons. If required, fresh linens and materials for wallows can be collected from the tall unit of drawers and collection of barrels at the very back of each room.
|log=Wake up and feed the dragon. Get some exercise and feed the dragon. Go to bed after feeding the dragon. It doesn't matter what it is, D'aeo's schedule revolves around feeding the dragon, it seems: it has become his mantra, and Zvaezdiyth never seems to get full. Oh, he eats and eats until he's nearly sick (D'aeo's had to go hit up the bucket a time or two) but mostly, he just whines for food. ''All the time''. It is not long after their visualization classes, before the night has settled into 'deeper night', and after dinner that D'aeo finally sees peace. A moment to collect himself. Until, that is, he looks over at Zvaezdiyth. The dragon is sitting there. STARING AT HIM. The bronze rider's eyes fall to the dragon's feet, which are doing this shuffle of weight from one to the other. "No. You're not hungry." A sound escapes the dragon's throat. It's pitiful. Obviously, this is a starved dragon, RIGHT HERE.

Ay'zan also has the same mantra with his green Yuanth though his may alter ever so slightly. Bratty, picky, persnickety, so many descriptive words for exactly how Yuanth is. Everything is a major ordeal to get it just right for her. Eat, sleep, oil. Repeat. It sounded so /simple/ when they were candidates. However now that they are /living/ it well it's a whole new world for 15 turn Ninway..Ay'zan. Sleeping when he can he's sprawled across his cot snoring. Yuanth though is waking up slowly. Turning around in her wallow that took her /forver/ to pick out she nudges disdainfully on what is spread out to make if comfy.

"No." But. "No." D'aeo is ''firm'' in his finger-wagging at the bronze dragonet that wants more food more than he wants LIFE. Spying Yuanth rousing, the weyrling offers up a crooked (if tired) half-smile for his fellow clutch mate. "Wasn't at all what I expected," maybe he doesn't realize that Ay'zan isn't ''quite'' up yet. Whups. Back to Zvaezdiyth, he finds the dragon trying to nose himself tall enough to get to the meat. "What'd I say? No, no more. Here, come on. You need - yes, I know - it itches. Right, see?" He waggles a pot, like it's a piece of... meat. "Oil." This is going to take forever.

Ay'zan's snore stutters before restarting for a moment then fading out completely. Yuanth's waking presence is slowly penetrating his consciousness along with D'aeo's words. "Huh? Wha?..." rolling over he misjudges exactly where the end of his cot ends so he ends up flat on the floor with an 'oof'. Yuanth whuffs a warm breath of air towards her bronze brother before poking at Ay'zan with her muzzle.

Zvaezdiyth makes a rumbling sound of greeting towards his sister, that settles into a soft sound while D'aeo slowly rubs the oil into the bronze's hide. "Taking an after dinner nap?" the young man asks, droll humor held in his exhausted expression and yet, it's the good kind of exhaustion. The circles beneath his eyes aren't from worrying too much; rather, it is as if a burden has subtly been lifted from D'aeo's shoulders. "I am hoping he gets sleepy and then I can have peace and quiet." Zvaezdiyth isn't likely to let that happen for a while yet.

One hand runs through his slightly rumpled hair. Ay'zan's normally super short hair is looking a little rumpled these days. Another muzzle to the gut gets him moving in autopilot towards food barrels. "Short nap." he finally replies directly towards D'aeo. "I'm pretty sure she still chatters to me in her sleep. Always with another question or demand to fix something up for her." such as waking him up in the middle of the might to fix her bedding. Again. Every night. Still though he casts a fond loom towards the green as she wolves down her first chunk of food. Snack time!

"Wow." D'aeo eyes the green, then her rider and then down at the bronze who is eyeballing him like he's about to enter the bad-touch-danger-zone when his hands near those cute little feet of his. "That sounds..." He curbs his tongue before the awkwardness can truly take hold and finishes with, "... very loud." Deft, quick fingers work the oil into the wingjoints and onto the sails themselves.

Ay'zan smirks faintly. Another chunk is tossed into a waiting maw. "It can be!" admits the weyrling. With sleep still in his eyes he absently watches D'aeo oiling the bronze.

D'aeo flashes his fellow weyrling a half-ass smile, before turning to Zvaezdiyth and stepping back. "There, you go." The dragonet has been lulled into submission and the bronzerider isn't about to nudge the creature into his couch area. Where he's basically fallen asleep is good for him! "Zvaezdiyth isn't a huge talker." Thank Faranth. "Yet, at least. He's... mysterious." D'aeo doesn't have the talent for words his bronze will have once he's grown into them, so that's all he comes up with. For the moment. "Now that he's taken care of, I think I'm going to... find something..." He makes a half-hearted wave in the direction of his few personal things. Downtime, this is what he seems to mean.

Ay'zan doesn't bother to stifle his yawn since both hands are covered with blood Yuanth's snack. Sedated now she makes her way over to her couch to lounge out. An expectant look is given to Ay'zan. After food comes oil. Always! So as D'aeo makes his way to some downtime Ay'zan is still on duty with his green to oil her. Perhaps after when she's asleep he'll get some down time too though likely he'll use it to sleep as he was before she awoke hungry.
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D'aeo

2016-02-16T01:29:14Z

Ceawlin:

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2016-02-16T01:28:30Z

Ceawlin:

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Ysaera

2016-01-21T21:25:53Z

Ceawlin:

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* Possibly some old Exiled blood in her.

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2016-01-21T08:15:57Z

Ceawlin:

D'aeo

2016-01-21T05:38:33Z

Ceawlin:

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2016-01-21T05:38:18Z

Ceawlin:

D'aeo

2016-01-20T22:29:08Z

Ceawlin:

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Ysaera

2016-01-20T22:23:28Z

Ceawlin:

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* Seacrafter
* Not a loner, but not especially one of the crowd
* Impressed Torn from Ruins of the Witching Hour Green Nykievth in [[HRWClutch:37|Gold Niahvth and Bronze Reisoth's Clutch]]
* Capable, hard worker
* Possibly some old Exiled blood in her.

= History =
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Ysaera seems to be a fairly pragmatic girl with an air of mystery and a wealth of knowledge about the sea. From salty songs to questionable tales of great adventure; her expertise //is// the sea, and fishing, and sailing a vessel. So it wouldn't exactly have been a surprise to see the utter shock at both Impression and finding her life suddenly forked into a new direction she never could have imagined.

As for Nykievth... there's a reason a dragon of mystery picked a girl of mystery, and as the dust of Impression settles, only time will tell as to just what kind of dragon Ysaera caught in her net.

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Ysaera

2016-01-20T22:22:56Z

Ceawlin:

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Here's a face to break hearts, make no doubt about it: there is a classical beauty about Ysaera, full-cheeked and lipped, with her straight nose and her dark eyebrows and expressive brown eyes. A tumble of chestnut hair falls to midback in messy waves, sunstrewn honey in natural highlights, fair counterpoint to her pale complexion. She stands of an average, with a figure as trim as any Harper's sketch could have wont, replete with a generous bust and a slender flare of hips.

== WYSK ==
* Seacrafter
* Not a loner, but not especially one of the crowd
* Impressed Torn from Ruins of the Witching Hour Green Nykievth in [[HRWClutch:37|Gold Niahvth and Bronze Reisoth's Clutch]]
* Capable, hard worker
* Possibly some old Exiled blood in her.

= History =
== Ysaera's History ==
Seacraft through and through, Ysaera's life has consisted of the sea, more sea and even more sea prior to finding her way to High Reaches weyr as a part of a collective of seacraft folk visiting with the idea of trade. Little is known of Ysaera's life prior to her joining the seacraft other than the occasional mention of a mother and a father (she wasn't born from an egg, see), but in the short time she was Candidate, she kept mostly to herself. Not stand-offish, but more quiet. Did what needed to be doing with little voiced complaint or glory; if anything of note came out of Candidacy about the girl, it was the fact that she's a hard worker. Not really a loner, but definitely not immediately one who tended to be in the thick of things, the seacrafter seemed more to bide her time. The one time asked, her opinion was along the lines of, "The chances are greater to walk off the sands and return your old life than to walk off the sands newly Impressed."

Ysaera seems to be a fairly pragmatic girl with an air of mystery and a wealth of knowledge about the sea. From salty songs to questionable tales of great adventure; her expertise //is// the sea, and fishing, and sailing a vessel. So it wouldn't exactly have been a surprise to see the utter shock at both Impression and finding her life suddenly forked into a new direction she never could have imagined.

As for Nykievth... there's a reason a dragon of mystery picked a girl of mystery, and as the dust of Impression settles, only time will tell as to just what kind of dragon Ysaera caught in her net.

=Nykievth =
= Torn from Ruins of the Midnight Green Nykievth =
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* Father: Valek

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Ysaera

2016-01-20T22:21:30Z

Ceawlin:

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== Description ==
Here's a face to break hearts, make no doubt about it: there is a classical beauty about Ysaera, full-cheeked and lipped, with her straight nose and her dark eyebrows and expressive brown eyes. A tumble of chestnut hair falls to midback in messy waves, sunstrewn honey in natural highlights, fair counterpoint to her pale complexion. She stands of an average, with a figure as trim as any Harper's sketch could have wont, replete with a generous bust and a slender flare of hips.

== WYSK ==
* Seacrafter
* Not a loner, but not especially one of the crowd
* Impressed Torn from Ruins of the Witching Hour Green Nykievth in [[HRWClutch:37|Gold Niahvth and Bronze Reisoth's Clutch]]
* Capable, hard worker
* Possibly some old Exiled blood in her.

= History =
== Ysaera's History ==
Seacraft through and through, Ysaera's life has consisted of the sea, more sea and even more sea prior to finding her way to High Reaches weyr as a part of a collective of seacraft folk visiting with the idea of trade. Little is known of Ysaera's life prior to her joining the seacraft other than the occasional mention of a mother and a father (she wasn't born from an egg, see), but in the short time she was Candidate, she kept mostly to herself. Not stand-offish, but more quiet. Did what needed to be doing with little voiced complaint or glory; if anything of note came out of Candidacy about the girl, it was the fact that she's a hard worker. Not really a loner, but definitely not immediately one who tended to be in the thick of things, the seacrafter seemed more to bide her time. The one time asked, her opinion was along the lines of, "The chances are greater to walk off the sands and return your old life than to walk off the sands newly Impressed."

Ysaera seems to be a fairly pragmatic girl with an air of mystery and a wealth of knowledge about the sea. From salty songs to questionable tales of great adventure; her expertise //is// the sea, and fishing, and sailing a vessel. So it wouldn't exactly have been a surprise to see the utter shock at both Impression and finding her life suddenly forked into a new direction she never could have imagined.

As for Nykievth... there's a reason a dragon of mystery picked a girl of mystery, and as the dust of Impression settles, only time will tell as to just what kind of dragon Ysaera caught in her net.

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Ysaera

2016-01-20T22:20:05Z

Ceawlin:

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== Description ==
Here's a face to break hearts, make no doubt about it: there is a classical beauty about Ysaera, full-cheeked and lipped, with her straight nose and her dark eyebrows and expressive brown eyes. A tumble of chestnut hair falls to midback in messy waves, sunstrewn honey in natural highlights, fair counterpoint to her pale complexion. She stands of an average, with a figure as trim as any Harper's sketch could have wont, replete with a generous bust and a slender flare of hips.

= WYSK =
* Seacrafter
* Not a loner, but not especially one of the crowd
* Impressed Torn from Ruins of the Witching Hour Green Nykievth in [[HRWClutch:37|Gold Niahvth and Bronze Reisoth's Clutch]]
* Capable, hard worker
* Possibly some old Exiled blood in her.

= History =
Seacraft through and through, Ysaera's life has consisted of the sea, more sea and even more sea prior to finding her way to High Reaches weyr as a part of a collective of seacraft folk visiting with the idea of trade. Little is known of Ysaera's life prior to her joining the seacraft other than the occasional mention of a mother and a father (she wasn't born from an egg, see), but in the short time she was Candidate, she kept mostly to herself. Not stand-offish, but more quiet. Did what needed to be doing with little voiced complaint or glory; if anything of note came out of Candidacy about the girl, it was the fact that she's a hard worker. Not really a loner, but definitely not immediately one who tended to be in the thick of things, the seacrafter seemed more to bide her time. The one time asked, her opinion was along the lines of, "The chances are greater to walk off the sands and return your old life than to walk off the sands newly Impressed."

Ysaera seems to be a fairly pragmatic girl with an air of mystery and a wealth of knowledge about the sea. From salty songs to questionable tales of great adventure; her expertise //is// the sea, and fishing, and sailing a vessel. So it wouldn't exactly have been a surprise to see the utter shock at both Impression and finding her life suddenly forked into a new direction she never could have imagined.

As for Nykievth... there's a reason a dragon of mystery picked a girl of mystery, and as the dust of Impression settles, only time will tell as to just what kind of dragon Ysaera caught in her net.

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D'aeo

2016-01-20T22:14:32Z

Ceawlin: trying out the tabs...

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2015-05-18T16:12:48Z

Ceawlin: added icons... hopefully. c.c

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|who=Edyis, Ysaera,
|what=Akluseth and Nykievth play in the mud while their riders catch up
|where=Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr
|involves=High Reaches Weyr
|custom=22D 10M 37T I10, autumn night
|day=22
|month=10
|turn=37
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2015.05.16
|type=Log
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|ooc=Feel free to edit, correct, and alter away!
|desc=>---< Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr(#392RJLs) >----------------<

All the furniture here has been pushed to one side of the room to allow a

large pathway opposite: room enough to let weyrling dragons pass from the

bowl's archway to the cavernous barracks at the back. None of the

furniture matches, either: it varies from big cushioned, claw-footed

chairs to those of plain wood, while the most seating is at the two stone

tables ringed by low and equally hard stone benches. Without the

tapestries that decorate many of the Weyr's other interior spaces, the

room always echoes with noise, no matter how few are there.

What it does have, however, are several colorful murals: on one wall, a

detailed diagram of a dragon's anatomy; opposite, next to a creaky wooden

door, a number of painted and labeled wing formations. Near the entrance

is a large-scale version of the Weyr's badge, while the back wall, by the

barracks, features a detailed map of the continent. The latter area's also

home to one big, beat-up couch, black or maybe blue -- the thing's so old

and filthy it's hard to tell, though it's certainly comfortable.

>----------------------------------------< 22D 10M 37T I10, autumn night >---<
|log=Water is rarely anything that ever slows Akluseth; rather the fire licked Brown revels in it, even in the cooler autumn temperatures; he seems to delight in the rain. Edyis keeps a watchful eye from one of the tables, smiling every time the brown peeks his head in staring at her as though she is positively crazy for studying instead playing in the rain with him. She seems content to leave him to it as she studies, a few chairs slightly pulled out as though other weyrlings had been studying with her only moments before.

The rain also beckons to another: a green who does not approach it with the playful joy of a young soul but with the contemplation of one already older and wise to the ways of the world. While the brown playfully attends to the puddles, Nykievth is busy carefully putting one foot into a puddle and drawing it back out, never mind the rain that drenches the green's back. She's content to focus on this one thing. In the midst of Akluseth's peeking and Nykievth's careful study, Ysaera dashes into the cover of the weyrling cavern. She shakes the water from wet hair, trying to contain her dripping to the entrance. "Getting chilly out there," her voice sounds loud in the caverns and her eyes briefly pause to take in the murals before she offers a smile to Edyis.

Ink dark eyes lift, and it takes a moment for the young woman to remember to smile. "I wonder how many will want to go to Igen after a proper winter here." She studies the greenrider a moment, "How is Nykieveth doing with the change in weather? Seems like the colder and drier it gets the itchier Akluseth's hide seems to get. Or maybe I am the one getting itchy." She speculates with a chuckle. Her eyes follow Ysaera's to the murals, pencil tapping idly. "You a fan of maps or anatomy?"

"Nykievth seems to take to all manner of weather and nature well," Ysaera says wryly, shooting a look towards the green who is once again dipping her paw into the puddled water. Dark eyes turn back to Edyis and she very carefully makes her way towards her fellow weyrling, taking a seat far enough away that she doesn't drip on the brownrider. "I like maps. Cartography was going to be a subject I intended to excel at in the sea craft," she comments, idly. "I'm getting cold, not so much itchy, but Nykievth will ensure that I will be taking at least two baths before the day's out. With all of this muck, she'll be brown by dinner. Mark my words." Despite her words, her tone is light and the dark eyes sparkle with mirth.

"Sounds like it would be a useful skill, best I can do is copy an existing map, but it would be neat to make new ones." She smirks, "At least Akluseth is ''already'' brown. Though he'll probably take a swim in the lake and get the worst of it off. Crazy beast loves the water. Closest he can get to flying without getting into trouble he says." There's a roll of her shoulders with the words. "My little brother is planning on the seacraft when he's of age; he lives with his uncle now. What is it like? Do you get to go on boats often?"

"Maybe it'll still be possible to take time and chart the shores of Pern," Ysaera grins, lifting a hand to squeeze the ends of her weyrling-short hair dry. "Does he? Is he impossible in weather like this?" the greenrider asks, canting her head to keep Edyis in view while attempting to dry her hair. "The seacraft is a lot of work, but yes, you do get to be on boats a lot. Not as much when you first join. They do give you time to acclimate." Glancing out towards the bowl, she muses, "Nyki likes water, mud, rocks, plants. I wouldn't be surprised if she had leaves on her butt."

"He's always impossible, it's just a trick of diverting his energy. Better to let him muck about outside and clean him off later than have him pent up in the barracks for the whole day, who knows what would happen then." Edyis murmurs fretfully, as though imagining upended cots; mud trails stomped glow trails in the shape of dragon footprints... "That is good to hear. I don't really get to see him as much as I do my sisters at the weaverhall, but that will change now I think. Now that I have him." Watching as Akluseth spreads his wings in a great stretch and charges off again. "What about you? Any family, and are they happy you impressed?"

"Sometimes I wonder if they are //all// impossible in their own ways," Ysaera jokes mildly, flashing Edyis a grin. "Ah, yes. That should change. They'll be only three breaths away once we can between, yeah?" Nykievth trills a strange melancholy sound towards her clutch mate for his boundless energy and shuffles off to a different puddle. This time sticking her little snout into it and blowing. Ysaera winces when Nykievth revels in the backsplash of mud, but at Edyis's question she examines her nails. "My parent don't know yet," she murmurs, vaguely sheepish, "She lives in a very remote place that is not so easily come upon." She diverts the topic back to Edyis, asking, "What about yours? Are they happy you Impressed?"

"You may be on to something there," Edyis states of dragons being impossible. The meloncholy trill is met with a rounding skidding stop that sends a ''wave'' of mud dangerously in the little green's direction. His deepening rumble a clear sign of his joy. "My sisters are amused by it, I don't talk much with my older siblings anymore." She offers somewhat distantly. "When we are cleared though, I want to visit them, my younger siblings. I think they will love Akluseth."

"I'm sure they will," Ysaera threads her fingers through her hair and finally leans back, relaxing against the chair's back. "Especially if you surprise them, and he's as frisky as he is now," she grins, watching as Nykievth prances forward right into the muddy spray. That's right, more of that. She vanes her wings, her mottled coloring at home in the rain and dirt. Her tail lashes in retaliation, sending puddle water to her brown sibling. Fair's fair!

Akluseth hops up, so that most of the spray hits his belly, and brings his forepaws down in a ''mighty'' (at least in his own head) Squelching splash returning her tail splash with one of his own, rumbling encouragingly. Edyis draws her brows together with a huff. "He wears me out, and this is coming from someone who used to be able to subsist on maybe five hours of sleep a night." She snorts. "Still he's sweet in his own way, it was kind of cute watching him ''protect'' Aeaeth or it would have been if Yesia hadn't gone batty over it. He and Jorrth teamed up and hunted together too, that was adorable. Then again, Jorrth is always adorable."

Ysaera grins and pushes to her feet. "I am grateful they can hunt now. It at least gives us back some time that we aren't spending cutting up meat, yeah?" Nykievth is all about rolling in the water and sending mud waves back at Akluseth. "You got a good one, Edyis," Ysaera states with aa half-smile. "You'll have to tell me about what happened, but first I'm going to let her play for a bit while I get dressed in dry clothes and warmed up. I can bring you something warm to drink when I get back if you'd like?"

"That would be lovely, I'm sure Akluseth would be all too happy to keep her entertained. She seems like she doesn't mind his ... boyishness." The former scribe grins, as her attention returns to her notes.

"She doesn't mind at all." Ysaera turns to go, and pauses thoughtful. "She's a strange creature," a muse that's left to hang on the air before the green weyrling turns and heads deeper into the barracks. At some point, there will be a return with a pair of mugs full of something warm and tasty, but for now it is an exit, stage left.
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