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Logs:Dinner with Serin

2015-09-23T04:29:24Z

Lansha: Created page with "{{Log |who=L'sha, Serin |what=L'sha and Serin take a meal and discuss smells, riding and Search. Then they take a bath. |where=HRW: Living Caverns |involves=High Reaches Weyr..."

{{Log
|who=L'sha, Serin
|what=L'sha and Serin take a meal and discuss smells, riding and Search. Then they take a bath.
|where=HRW: Living Caverns
|involves=High Reaches Weyr
|day=11
|month=11
|turn=38
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2015.09.19
|quote="I think you've got too many clouds in your head."
|weather=A lovely, cloudless sky offers warm sunshine during the day, though the weather turns distinctly chilly after dark.
|type=Log
|icons-new=Icon l'sha L'sha1.jpg, Serin.jpg,
|desc=Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier
or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them
instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large
enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the
cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters
down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open
space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet,
and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's
offerings.

Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven --
only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they
add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the
centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling
and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end
of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an
array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows
are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed.
|log=It's fairly late in the evening, and while there is still foot traffic through the living cavern there are relatively few taking up places at tables. Serin is sitting with a small group of crafters who all appear to be just using the place as somewhere to chat. A couple women and a guy are with him, but they're starting to clean up in front of them as though they're preparing to head out. "Oh, come now, don't leave me here all by myself." Serin complains, but wherever it is that they're leaving doesn't seem to appeal enough for him to invite himself along to join them, either. "Fine, fine. I'll see you guys later." He adds, lifting a hand to wave as he starts collecting his things and they head off to leave the living cavern and out towards the bowl.

L'sha strolls into the cavern as Serin's friends are arriving, and he smiles and nods a greeting to them as they pass. He's still in his colorful riding leathers, apparently just having returned from drills. He starts to head toward the serving tables when he catches sight of Serin and heads his way. He stops and stands across from the starsmith at his table, but doesn't sit just yet. "Hi there, sweetie, how are you?" He grins sweetly.

Serin has part of a left over cookie in front of him, which he picks up and waves at L'sha. "You didn't just get done working, did you? Hungry?" He asks, arching a brow and not getting up from where he's sitting even if he did gather up his cutlery onto his plate. "I'm /abandoned/. But, they did need baths. The whole lot of them." He glances to where his friends left and scrunches his nose. "You need one too, do you? Probably..." He narrows his eyes at L'sha and then smirks.

L'sha nods. "Mmm-hmm, just got done drilling. I'm famished, actually." His eyes briefly follow the waving cookie before returning to Serin. "Awww, poor thing." He mock-pouts, sticking out his lower lip, then smiles. "I do need a bath, but first I need to eat! be right back." He heads over to the tables and quickly fixes a plate of food and a glass of red wine. He returns and sets his plate down next to Serin. "So what was so important that your friends decided to abandon you?" He cuts a large piece of wherry, pops it in his mouth and starts to chew.

"That's right. Poor me." Serin says with a quick nod, though can't help but grin and shrug his shoulders. "You better not stink." He quips before L'sha wanders off to grab some of the food and drink, leaving him to poke some more at the bit of leftovers on his plate with the fork and take another bite out of his dessert. "Baths. Super important things that I still believe should be done /before/ eating. But, that's just me." He answers, slouching and propping his head up and sighing. "I do appreciate that they're cleaning up before bed though. You should smell some of the beastcrafters."

L'sha blinks. "Umm, I can't promise that I don't stink, sorry. But I'm too hungry to take a bath before dinner! And I've been working all day, so it's pretty much a given. I hope I don't smell as bad as the beastcrafters." He digs into a large pile of mashed tubers, taking care to swallow before talking. "I do try to bathe as often as I can, I like to smell nice. You always smell nice, though."

"Don't you take some snacks or something with you? Or do they make you work hungry? That hardly seems like it'd be a good thing." Serin wonders, and so far hasn't made a big scene about moving away from L'sha even if there is a bit of an odor about. "Not as bad as the beastcrafters." He agrees, and slouches to prop his head up with an arm as he flickers his gaze between the random passers by and his company. "Beauty of being a Starsmith; I don't often have to get dirty."

L'sha chuckles. "It's kinda hard to eat when you're a hundred lengths up with a helmet on in high winds. We burn up a lot of energy, so we have to eat a lot at breakfast and lunch break. And dinner, for that matter. I'm usually not hungry 'til the end of the day." He takes a large bite of a roll to demonstrate. He swallows again and grins. "I guess you only have to worry about spilling ink or getting chalk dust in your hair."

Serin shrugs his shoulders. "Sounds like a lot of work. Too much for me. I like to snack all day and I'd probably be trying to shove snacks into pockets anyways." He decides, if he were to ever be a rider. He scrunches his nose at the big bites, and rolls his eyes. "Yeah yeah. Ink stains and chalk in my hair. How anyone keeps their hands off me, I'll never know." He takes a big bite out of his cookie, and sighs. "What happened to the day. One second it's morning, and now it's dark."

L'sha suddenly remembers his manners after seeing Serin's reaction and starts taking smaller bites. "Sorry, my stomach kind of took over. It is a lot of hard work, but you get used to it, and it's for a good cause." He leans over and whispers in Serin's ear, "Well, ''I'' can't keep my hands off you." He bites Serin's earlobe playfully, not hard enough to hurt, then leans back over to his meal, giggling. "I know, right? Where does the time go? Although I'd think that Starsmiths would prefer the night."

"Hey, I'm not judging." Serin says, even if he likely secretly is, and shakes his head, "I'd been considering asking to stand for the next clutch, but in a lot of ways I wonder if it'd even be something I'd really want." He can't help but snicker and push L'sha away a bit after having his ear nibbled at. "That /tickles/, and I like the night well enough. Just seems days are flying by lately, and it's been a while since I saw you last. How's Rillaeth?"

L'sha gasps, "Oh, really? That's great! I think you'd make a great rider. Even if you're adverse to hard work. It is a big commitment, but there's really nothing else like it. I mean, it's your decision, of course, and you should really think about it, but I think it's definitely worth it. Rillaeth is doing really well!"

"I think you've got too many clouds in your head." Serin says and pushes at L'sha's shoulder. "They say the same thing about people having kids: there's nothing like it. But, I'm not exactly rushing off to try that either." He says with a smirk, and then adds, "But, I'm getting older and I won't be an Apprentice forever. I guess it's more that I worry that I'll miss something I can never get back, more than actually /wanting/ to be a rider. I don't even know if that makes sense. I'm very adverse to hard work, too."

L'sha giggles again as Serin pushes him. "Well, you're not the first to accuse me of that. I guess I am pretty overly-optimistic." He mops up the remaining gravy on his plate with the last of the roll and pops it into his mouth. "Well, if you do stand, try to think more positively, the hatchlings might pick up on that and pass you by. Then again, they might not. I've seen candidates with ''terrible'' attitudes impress and become excellent riders. You never know, really. Dragons will often see something in a candidate that even the candidate doesn't know is in him. Who knows how they do it."

"You are, even if I don't know you all that well." Serin says with a grin, finishing off his cookie and nodding. "I still have to think about it. I'm not really sure if it's something I really want, but there's always next time too." He muses, looking down at his now pretty empty plate. "I don't think I have a terrible attitude at least, just a very easy going one. You headed to the baths after eating?"

L'sha turns a bit pink and grins sheepishly. "Yeah, I guess that's just how I am. And don't get discouraged if you're passed over, there's always another clutch. Might be two clutches on the sands this time around, the flights were very close. No, not a terrible attitude at all. I was just making an example." He wipes his mouth on a napkin and finishes his glass of wine. "I think I will have a bath. Care to join me?"

"I like my craft a lot, so it wouldn't be discouraging at all. It would just hurt my pride." Serin says and nudges his plate on the table a bit as he glances towards the entrance to the cavern. There's a woman there that he waves at as she passes through, and then returns his attention to L'sha. "Love to. Meet you there in a bit? I just have to drop by and get a few things from the dorm." He asks, as he pushes himself to his feet and collects his plate from the table.
}}

Logs:Homecoming Surprise

2015-08-07T03:25:08Z

Lansha: Created page with "{{Log |who=L'sha, Everett, Serin |what=L'sha meets Everett and Serin in the Snowasis. L'sha has a homecoming present for Serin |where=HRW :Snowasis |involves=High Reaches Wey..."

{{Log
|who=L'sha, Everett, Serin
|what=L'sha meets Everett and Serin in the Snowasis. L'sha has a homecoming present for Serin
|where=HRW :Snowasis
|involves=High Reaches Weyr
|day=13
|month=6
|turn=38
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2015.08.04
|type=Log
|icons-new=Icon l'sha L'sha1.jpg,
|log=Early in the evening, and being summer, early enough that it's still sunlight out. Everett and Serin are at
the bar. Which is to say, actually, Serin is at the bar, and Everett is behind it, in the manner of a man
who is working, although it must be said it isn't yet busy enough for him to be doing too much rushing. He's
just having a conversation with his fair-haired customer, all friendly smiles. "I always wanted to not work
in a mine," he says in response to a question. "Working in a bar just happens to be something I'm not bad
at... and it fits my preferred sleep schedule better than most of the alternatives."

"I didn't mean anything by it. Nothing wrong with working at a bar, I'm sure you get to see people at their
most.. interesting. You must have some good stories some days." Serin says, keeping his hand wrapped around
the glass which is half full of amber liquid. He's leaning a little on the bar, but not because he's drunk -
simply because it's comfortable. "And that it works with your sleep schedule is great, too. I found being up
nights wasn't really much for me." He admits, shifting on the stool again to find another comfortable
position.

L'sha drifts into the Snowasis and towards the bar, humming under his breath. He seems to be a regular here,
as a few patrons call out to him. He returns their greetings with grins and waves, then notices a couple of
people he doesn't recognize at the bar. He finds an open space near them and occupies it. He presents
Everett with a cheerful grin. "Hi there! You must be new here, since I know all the other bartenders." The
grin turns a bit sheepish. "Uh, I'm in here kind of a lot. I'm L'sha, green Rillaeth's."

"Morning person? I commend you. Not something I can manage. It's a success as far as I'm concerned if I can
get to sleep before sun-up." Everett is just being casually sociable, but that doesn't mean he's going to
shirk his duties, so it's an effortless shift in attention from Serin to L'sha when the greenrider comes up
to the bar: "I am indeed just getting started--good to meet you, L'sha. I'm Everett. What can I get you?
Beer, wine, liquor, something fruity? I'm as versatile as anybody else here, I hope, but if you know the
selection better than me, well, you might need a bit of patience if I have to root around to find it."

Perhaps L'sha isn't a celebrity, but there is enough notice to draw Serin's gaze to him and once it's there
he just watches the rider come to the bar with a quizzical look on his face. "That's.. interesting colors."
He comments when perhaps he likely shouldn't, and notes the name given. Returning his attention to Everett
to shake his head. "Not really that either, and as a Starsmith I've had to do some long nights too. I enjoy
my sleep a lot." He muses, taking another drink from his own glass as the rider chooses something for
himself.

L'sha leans an elbow on the bar. "Well, I have a regular drink, but you might not know it yet. Tell you
what, make something fruity, surprise me." He turns to Serin to say something, but hesitates briefly when he
meets the other man's eyes. "Uh, well, thank you!" He turns a bit left and right, showing off his jacket.
"My dragon picked them out, you know. She has a great eye for color. Sorry, didn't catch your name?"
There's a quick laugh. "No, unlike your dragon, I'm not up to reading your mind... and whatever you might
think, I don't see any book back here with everybody's usual written in it. Maybe they're hiding it from me,
but I'm having to learn as I go," says Everett. "But if you aren't picky, I can figure something out for a
nice summer night." Say, lime, mint, rum, surely those things are hanging around here at this time of year.
Green beverage for the greenrider. "Starsmith. Well, now, that would have been a good job for a night
person, too, but I'm afraid I was never much good at sums."

"You let your dragon dress you?" Serin asks L'sha incredulously, though the tone tapers off and he seems to
somehow come to some unspoken understanding. "Well, I guess she wants you to be noticed." He says with a
quick smile and a wink before answering, "Serin." and taking a drink from his cider that just about polishes
it off. "I -love- math, not so much the looking into the sky stuff. I mean, I'm alright at it and can point
out things, and it makes for a great if overused pick up line. Math isn't nearly as enticing." He admits,
but shrugs, "I have a little more freedom with my schedule because of it though."

L'sha waves a hand at Everett. "Don't worry about it, one of the other guys can show you how to make it. I'm
sure anything you make will be good." He watches Everett start to mix the ingredients with a look of
approval. He turns back to Serin with a smirk. "Well, she doesn't ''actually'' dress me, she just helped
pick out the colors. I didn't do it to get noticed, really, but sometimes the attention is nice. Pleased to
meet you, Serin." He returns the wink. "Math, huh? Never had much use for it beyond the basics, but I
imagine it's useful in the Starcraft. Rillaeth just ''loves'' looking at the stars." Talk about your dragon
much, L'sha?

"If you told me what it ''was''," Everett points out, drily, "that would be a very good start." But once
he's passed over the cocktail, he's got another order to take, which distracts his attention for a few
moments. More pouring, more mixing, this time less muddling but more shaking. Once that's attended to, he
offers to Serin, "A free schedule is enticing enough for most around here, seems like. Last night, got hit
on by two different women old enough to be my mother, was never so happy to have to work."

"I'm not completely daft, I know a dragon can't dress a person." Serin says with a snicker, shaking his
head. Glancing at L'sha from the corner of his eye, he finishes off his drink and nudges it away. "Well, we
know Rillaeth likes colourful things, and that she likes stars, but what do you like? Or are you secretly
Rillaeth in disguise?" He asks, turning more towards L'sha to make a show of looking over him to see if he
/could/ be a dragon in disguise, though the laugh afterwards shows that he isn't serious. "Ah.. I don't..
Well, nobody really hits on me when I'm doing math, so I guess I'm lucky that way? I'm sure you can get out
of awkward positions like that even without work. Just have to have some good lies lined up." He says with a
hint of amusement to Everett, and then asks, "Were they attractive at all? Oh, and can I get a refill?"

L'sha says, "It's kinda embarrassing. The name of the drink, that is. It's huge and blue with lots of fruit
and an umbrella in it." He smirks at Everett. "Welcome to the Weyr. Expect a lot more of that. Being hit on,
that is." He grins at Serin. "Do I look green to you? See any wings? What do I like?" He shrugs. "I'm not
too interesting, really. Flying, that's my favorite thing, I guess. What else? Hmmm. Well, I do like blue
eyes and long, blonde hair." He looks directly at Serin as he says that last, one eyebrow lifting up
slightly.

"Ah, one of those sorts of drinks." It's an indulgent sort of smile, but Everett does not press for more
details; he's absolved of serving now until someone finishes something, right? "I'd like to think I'm a
slightly better person than you seem to think I am, Serin," but there's amusement more than indignance. "Not
bad-looking, but I'd need to be drunker than I can get while working to think it seemed like a good idea."
On that note, however, the last bit of L'sha's statement sinks in, and he busies himself with attending to
another customer even before that customer's actually made up his mind.

Serin can't help but shrug a little at Everett, "Maybe you're a better person than I am, even." He admits,
as he /does/ tend to have lies lined up ready for use when he feels he needs them. "Ah well, too bad on
that. I'm sure you'll get more appropriate interest that you won't have to drown yourself in alcohol to be
happy with." He offers, though again, nudges his glass towards Everett before he wanders too far. Hint hint.
L'sha gets a shake of his head, no wings, no green, no dragon in front of him. "Now I'm curious about the
name of this drink. Surely they named it so it could be said in the bar." He presses, and rolls his eyes a
little at the last statement with a smirk. "Oh, do you? Perhaps I should set you up with my mother?" He
chides with a sly smile, well, the topic of women who could be mothers /was/ recent.

L'sha's mouth twists and his eyebrows furrow incredulously at Serin's response. "Uh, no thanks." He switches
topics back to drinks. "Well, I usually don't have to say it, I just show up and ask for my usual." He sighs
and rolls his eyes. "You're gonna make me say it, aren't you? Well, it's, uh, *mumble mumble*." He trails
off a bit, the last part inaudible over the din of the bar.

"Yet," Everett observes, "at some point you had to order it, out loud, enough times for it to become your
usual." A pause. "And loud enough for someone in my position to hear you. Anyway, I think he was talking
about me, but the answer is still a no-thanks. I think I'm supposed to kid about sleeping with your mother,
you're not supposed to offer, isn't that how it usually goes?" But he has gotten the hint and goes to refill
Serin's cider, once he's finished with the other customer.

Serin blinks at L'sha's reaction, pushing himself to his feet to encroach on the rider's personal space and
rest an arm on the greenrider's shoulder. "I was talking to L'sha." He answers, and then leans closer to
mutter though still able to be overheard, "If you give up /that/ easily, I'll be disappointed." Though he
snickers a little at Everett, "Hey, it could have been my mother who propositioned you the other night for
all I know. She isn't exactly the most.. ah.. chaste. My brothers and I all have different fathers, and
nobody knows who mine was." Really a child of the weyr, it seems, though once the drink is poured he's
reaching to pull it closer.

L'sha sighs again, a bit louder this time. "Oh, all right. It's the 'Sassy Bluerider.' There, happy now? The
personal space invasion makes L'sha blink as well, but he allows it, and grins slyly at what Serin mutters.
"Did I seem like I was giving up? You just threw me off a bit for a moment." He inches a bit closer to
Serin. "Hmm, sounds like the upbringing of most of the other weyrbrats I know."

At some point during this exchange, Everett does a bit of an eye roll. "A Sassy Bluerider? That's it? I
don't know it, but I was expecting worse. Well, next time you come in, I'll have gotten someone to show me."
Professional, of course, not remarking on the proximity of the two. Just: "Ah, well. Never did see any
reason why Holders insist on treating that sort of thing like it's unnatural. But. If you'll excuse me--
we're picking up a bit, and I'm supposed to have someone else coming in soon, but in the meantime I don't
think anybody's really going to be of a mind to wait." Work is indeed a magical excuse.

Serin can't help but laugh at the name of the drink. "Here I was expecting the Blueball or something,
perfect for after lost flights." Yeah, he really should install that brain to mouth filter sometime, but
that day isn't today. He shrugs a little, picking his drink off the counter to drink some before setting it
back down. He's removed his hand from L'sha's shoulder, but is still standing next to him. "People fear what
they don't know, or aren't used to or.. well, whatever. Don't work too hard, Everett, and be careful of
older blonde women hitting on you." He chides, and nudges L'sha a little. "I am a weyrbrat through and
through, even if I've been away for a while."

L'sha pulls his eyes away from Serin's for a moment to grin at Everett. "Thanks, you're a sweetie. Nice
meeting you!" He smirks at Serin. "I never lose a flight, honey. That's one of the great things about being
a greenrider." He chuckles. "Well, welcome back, Serin. Maybe I can give you a homecoming present?"

Though the evening, as the daylight finally starts to wane, is starting to get too busy to allow Everett a
proper response, there, he does at least raise a hand by way of acknowledging Serin's advice. Older blonde
women: Check. Hopefully it won't actually come to his interrogating anybody about the identities of their
children, but at this rate, he's not going to have enough down time tonight to actually have to think about
it.

"Great things about being a greenrider, huh. I think the riders of male dragons don't have it so bad either.
I mean, they /do/, but.. sometimes they win more than a green will rise." Serin says, turning so his back is
against the bar and giving his full attention to L'sha even though he still has his glass grasped in his
hand. "Depends on what sort of homewarming present you're offering. Going to give me a hint?" He asks, blue
eyes sparkling as he smirks, but it doesn't look like he's quite drunk yet.

L'sha nods. "Not if they win one of my flights, they don't." He moves to face Serin. "That would spoil the
surprise! But I can tell you that you'll have to come up to my weyr to see it." He finally gets around to
tasting the drink Everett made for him, with the rum, lime and mint. "Hmm, that's not bad."

"Has Rillaeth risen much? I mean, you don't look so old, she can't be very.. can she? You're not still a
weyrling are you?" Serin asks, finishing off his drink to leave the empty glass on the top of the bar. So
full of questions, he is, though he grins when L'sha tastes the drink that was made for him. "I guess you
should finish that off first, wouldn't want him to think you didn't like it." He is mindful for the poor new
bartender, who might be put off if the drink was left with the majority untouched. Propping his elbows on
the bar to relax against it, he considers. "Your weyr, hmm. It would keep me out of the clutches of my
mother for a while longer.."

L'sha chuckles. "Oh, no, we graduated four turns ago. She's risen about...fifteen times now? Give or take."
He takes a larger swig of the drink. "Well, I think I can offer something more than just a refuge from your
mother. C'mon, it'll be fun!"

"No hints, though?" Serin asks, glancing around the bar to make sure none of his family has snuck in, but so
far it seems safe still. So far, so good. "How high up is your weyr?" He wonders, could he have a fear of
heights? Hard to tell, as his voice doesn't really waver when he asks. "I'll give you a chance." He says
with a grin, tapping at that glass L'sha's holding. "Drink up so we can go."

L'sha shakes his head. "Surprise, remember?" He glances up at the ceiling for a moment. "It's about halfway
up the wall, about ten lengths. Not too high." He grins and drains the rest of the drink in one gulp, then
sets the empty glass on the bar with a half-mark. "Let's go, then!"

"Alright." Serin assents, pushing himself away from the bar to take a few steps towards the door. "It better
be a /good/ surprise." He has decided since it must be secret, that it also has to be good. He spins a
little to dart towards the door, holding it open for L'sha.
}}

Logs:Turnday Trouble

2014-09-19T02:17:53Z

Lansha:

{{Log
|who=L'sha, Weylaughn, Edyis
|what=L'sha and Weylaughn share a couple bottles of wine and awkward conversation to celebrate his Turnday. Then things get a LOT more awkward.
|where=Resident Quarters, High Reaches Weyr
|when=Day 24, month 10, turn 35 of Interval 10
|gamedate=2014.09.16
|quote=
|weather=
|mentions=Yewlani
|ooc=
|icons-new=Icon l'sha L'sha1.jpg, Icon Edyis Laughing.jpg, Icon weylaughn 3.gif,
|icons=
|log=A small foyer, spartan in decor with only a rug on the floor and a chore board tacked to the wall, serves as a node for the network of dormitory caverns. Segregated by age and gender, the dorms provide sleeping accomodations for a wide range of the Weyr's populace.

The largest dormitory has a brightly painted blue and yellow door and is hung with a hook board with clay name tags for the children who live there. Inside, bunk beds and single cots provide sleeping space for kids aged seven to fourteen, with clothing stored in a hodgepodge mix of trunks and foot lockers. A larger cot is pushed up against the wall near the door for the nanny on night duty.

Several archways lead to a loopy maze of smaller caverns that provide sleeping accomodations for two to eight people at a time, each with a basic cot-and-press setup; glows here are sparse and often dim, since the dorms are primarily meant for sleeping. A larger archway leads to the common room and, like the others, is protected by a tapestry that muffles sight and sound.
----

Somehow or another - most likely by charming just the right people, knowing him - Weylaughn has secured a private chamber of his own. It's meant for two people, but he's the only one that occupies it; curiously for as boisterous a personality as he is in public, Wey seems to be reclusive when it's time for himself. This is one of those times, with the Holder bearing the tremendous burden of two bottles of wine, a lone glass, and a satchel stuffed full of things that suspiciously resemble borrowed records and books. He's picking his way along the passageway that leads, inevitably, to his curtained - and hopefully temporary - dwelling.

L'sha pokes his head into the Residents' Quarters, as if looking for someone. Or anyone. He walks tentatively into the common room and looks around. Spying Weylaughn through an arch, he grins and heads toward the holder. "Evening, Weylaughn, mind if I join you?"

Oh ho! If ever there was anything that could catch Weylaughn's attention, it's the sound of his own name. He stops in mid-step and half-pivots on a heel, allowing him to cant a glance - and an amiable grin - over his shoulder at the greenrider. He lifts the bottle-bearing hand and waggles a pinky, since that's the only digit free to do so. "Evening, L'sha! I don't mind at all - if you don't mind that there's but one glass to spare." His grin goes just a bit lopsided in an attempt at being apologetic that falls, well, short of the mark. "What brings you down here, if I may be so bold?"

L'sha smirks at the man. "Two bottles and one glass? Sure, I'll be glad to share. I was just looking around for...well, whoever's around, really. Someone to celebrate my Turnday with. Most of my friends are out of the Weyr or too busy, so I thought I'd see if I could find someone. It'd be so ''boring'' to celebrate alone.

Weylaughn's brows wing skyward at that revelation. "Your- oh! Oh, that's -terrible- to hear," and it truly is. The lad's horrified and motions, without a second thought, for the greenrider to follow. "How busy can your friends be to -not- want to celebrate? Here, here. Would you mind carrying one of these?" He extends the hand that's precariously holding the two bottles and will release one only if/when L'sha has taken one. "If I'd known, I'd have at least convinced one of the lovely bakers to make a pie or- or something. I was just going to get some reading done," but that's clearly going to wait.

L'sha smiles and takes one of the bottles from Weylaughn. "Oh, it's not that big a deal, really. It's just quite a coincidence that they all happen to be away at the moment. It's a bit of a downer, but look, now I've found someone to celebrate with!" He grins.

"It -is- important, though," if only to Wey. He pulls the curtain back to his room, which is nicely equipped with two beds, a pair of trunks, and the other basic necessities of life in a Weyr. He flips a glow-lamp open, puts the bag gently on one bed and sits next to it. "It's the day you were born, after all. It's the one day that's yours." And hundreds, if not thousands of other people's... but, still. This is not the time to split hairs. "Here. Take the glass. I know I've a cork remover around here somewhere..." Cue some rummaging in pockets and the like. "How old are you, anyway? If- ah. If it's not improper to ask, that is?"

L'sha takes the glass and sits down, crossing his legs daintily. "If you say so. Normally, I wouldn't really care, it's just another day, but it is a good excuse to get together with friends and have a party. I did visit with my parents, so I guess there's that." He suddenly looks offended as Weylaughn asks his age, but the expression is quickly followed by a smirk and a wave of his hand to show that he's kidding. "I'm nineteen. Which is another thing, I won't be a teenager much longer. I won't be young and cute anymore." He pouts a bit, half-seriously.

"Mother always tries to throw a grand party for us on our turnday," Wey replies, which sheds some light on where his opinion comes from. "Anyway- ah! Here we go." The first bottle is opened and held out with the offer of pouring. It's Benden red, of course, because... why wouldn't he drink the best when he's planning on drinking alone? Of course, at L'sha's last words, Weylaughn's brows lift again. "Don't be daft," he declares, without further elaboration given - perhaps because he doesn't feel its needed. "I'm not far behind you, you know? Just a few more months and I'll be 'round that corner. At least you don't have to worry about being married or having children or- or any of -that-."

L'sha grins and holds the glass up for the wine. He takes a sip and nearly chokes on it, but manages to maintain his composure. "No, no marriage or kids for me." Snerk. "Well, unless a dragon with a female rider flies Rillaeth, I suppose anything's possible." He takes another swig from the glass, then wipes the rim off with a cloth and offers it to Weylaughn. "Very nice." Referring to the wine, presumably.

And that's the precise moment that certain Holder sensibilities twitch. Just a little. Weylaughn gives L'sha a curious glance as he reaches to take the glass for a sip or two of his own. "Ah. Well, I meant that riders in general don't have certain... responsibilities." His mouth pulls briefly to one side - though, to his credit, there isn't judgment there, just a dubious assessment of the rider. The obvious isn't addressed, though; he'll be happy to divert the conversation to the wine. "Ah, it is. It's a fine year, though not the best I've had by far. Well worth the marks, though." The glass is wiped off with a kerchief and handed back.

L'sha's left eyebrow twitches slightly in response to the twitch of Wey's sensibilities, but the greenrider doesn't comment. "True, I'm like most weyrbrats, I was fostered with the Lower Caverns women. Riders don't really have time to be good parents, but mine always tried to make at least some time for me. I didn't mind being fostered, though. It's like they say, 'It takes a Weyr to raise a child.'" He takes the glass back and drains it, then refills it from the bottle, with...quite a lot of wine. A bit too much for polite drinking, really. He takes a large swig and wipes the glass, handing it back with a smirk. "Mmm. I'm afraid I don't know much about wine, except that I like to drink it." He grins.

Weylaughn settles back to listen, hands on his thighs and back straight - as always. The recounting of his rearing is worth a curious sound from the Holder, who is clearly trying to fit all of that into his particular worldview. "Ah. I see," and that word is drawn out thoughtfully. "I suppose I was fortunate to have stayed with Mother, even after my father denied her. She married properly after that and raised me with her other children at a fine, small Hold. It- ah. It's quite hard to imagine being raised by so many others. Do you really think it's better that way? In the Weyr's way?" As for the wine? Well. He's not about to comment on -that-, not when he's intent on draining the glass when it's offered. He'll be mindful to refill it, of course, but passing it? He -might- be tipsy enough to have briefly forgotten. "Oh, well. Mother's very well-versed in it. She taught me all she knows."

In contrast to the ramrod-straight posture of the holder, L'sha's is downright lazy, leaning back on his elbows on the bed opposite Wey's. His right leg remains crossed over his left, his booted foot bouncing a bit. He shrugs. "I don't know if it's better or not, but I suppose I turned out all right. I don't think I would have done well in a hold." He pulls a face and shakes his head. "Definitely not. I'm too much of a free spirit." He grins, then looks at Wey as he's forgotten to pass the glass back. "Hey, don't drink it all, now."

"Well," Weylaughn concedes, "I think you did, too." He's about to dip in for a long sip when he's called out on it - and then there's a bit of a laugh and a sheepish grin. "Ah. Here. Sorry about that," he does have just enough control of his faculties to wipe the glass off before leaning over to offer it up to the rider. "No- I suppose the Hold life isn't for everyone, is it? It suited me- but I wonder if that's just because I was -raised- that way." The tip of his tongue pokes out thoughtfully - and just kind of stays there while he considers that thought and, oh, maybe that second bottle of wine he's yet to open. Then, abruptly: "Why -don't- you think you would have done well in a Hold?"

L'sha chuckles and leans forward to take the glass back. "That's okay, just don't let it happen again." His fingers brush Wey's as he takes the glass. He sips the wine, shrugs and says, "Too many rules, too many social restrictions. Plus, the whole 'sleeping with men' thing definitely wouldn't have gone over too well." He tosses off the last nonchalantly, then wipes the glass and hands it back.

The brushing of fingers doesn't seem to trouble Wey, at least. It's going to happen. "I make no promises that I can't keep," he replies and, newly divested of the drink, he's free to reach for that spare bottle and pop it open with near-expert ease. "I never really- ah. It didn't -seem- like there were many rules," he replies, brow furrowed while he thinks. "Not for me, anyway." It's that last bit, see, that properly catches him askance. He does keep a grip on the bottle, but he doesn't reach for the glass - not immediately, anyway. "... ah. And I suppose there is that." His tongue runs out to wet his lips briefly. "Ah. That's- I've never-" One can almost imagine his Holder brain starting to smoke with confusion. He finally does take the glass - and drains it. "... how. Ah. How does -that- all... work? And why? Women are perfectly lovely. Why... why -men-?"

L'sha says, "Well, I suppose there are plenty of rules in a Weyr, but there's just so much focus on who marries whom, this bloodline and that. Not for me, sorry." His lips press together to keep from smirking at the look on Wey's face. "It's not that unusual in a Weyr. Sure, women ''are'' perfectly lovely, but I've always felt more drawn to men. I mean, have you looked around this Weyr? It's chock full of gorgeous, fit men. You don't see too many ugly, fat riders." He grins. "And many of them aren't averse to hopping into bed with another man. As far as I'm concerned, I'm right where I need to be."

Consider poor Wey to be gobsmacked, if only for the moment. There's a good moment or two when he seems ready to say something, but nothing manages to come out. He sucks his teeth for a long moment and finally says, "Blood -is- important, though. Especially when it comes to Lords and proper Holds. S'why Mother said I ought to come here. To talk to the Weyrleaders and, ah. Well. It's a long story." Or not. But he fills the time by filling the glass again and handing it over. No wiping this time; that formality seems to have been wholly dispensed with. "I- I suppose, to be fair, I've never thought of it like that. It's not the usual way- ah, not my usual way, I guess - of looking at people." Mostly men. He means men. "And it wouldn't matter -anyway-," he continues, clearly past the point of reining in his tongue, "since Mother would still expect me to marry and have children."

L'sha accepts the glass and takes a long swig, watching Wey over the rim of the glass. "So you've never thought about it?" He leans back on his elbow again and cocks his head to the side. "Not even once?"

"Ahhh." That's Weylaughn's 'thinking' noise. Any other time and that wouldn't be a necessary, auditory filler. Finally, vehemently, he shakes his head. "No, not ever. I'd only ever heard vague... notions of how riders were. Ah. Sexually." To his credit, his posture remains as steady as ever; consider it a well-trained quirk. "It just- it never crossed my mind. Why would it?"

L'sha pffffs and leans over to the side, giggling, but keeps the glass upright. "Oh, don't worry, I'm only teasing. You're holdbred, so I'm not surprised. A bit disappointed, but not suprised." He tries to stand up from the bed, gets dizzy and sits back down. Miraculously, only a tiny bit of wine sloshes out of the glass. Even drunk, the greenrider moves gracefully. Most of the time. "Would you mind helping me up? Drunk a bit more than I'd thought." He holds out a hand to Weylaughn.

Edyis has arrived.

Off in one of the relatively private, curtained off quarters in the dorms, a certain rider and Holder are off drinking and chatting. "Disappointed?" Weylaughn has yet to connect those dots, but he will. Eventually. The giggling is a bit infectious, with the decently-boozed Holder soon chuckling a bit himself. That chuckling builds a bit when the greenrider seems to have trouble getting up. He can't help it. Really, he can't. And by the time he does contain himself, there's that offered hand and request for help. "Ah, here. Hold for just a moment," because he needs to put the bottle down - and, no, he was not at all giving half a thought to drinking directly from it. He pushes to his feet and reaches to take L'sha's hand and offer some measure of dubious stability. For now. Faranth help the rider if he pulls too hard - or not hard enough.

L'sha lets Weylaughn pull him up off the bed, but when he stands, he's a bit too close to the holder and ends up face to face with him, still holding the man's hand. There's a look of slight surprise on his face as his dark blue eyes stare into Weylaughn's. It would be embarrassing for Wey if someone were to walk in on them now...

There is a list of things one can expect to run into in a weyr, and then there's those things that you run into but couldn't ever really expect. One of those things probably should be ''nocturnal'' visits but most riders have the sense to use their own private weyr for the purpose. Nevertheless regardless of what was going on before a very tired Edyis started making her way to her cot, what goes through her mind upon spotting the familiar rider and the wannabe lord is far from innocent. Being the wonderful generous person that she is, (and yes that might be an entirely facetious statement.) She cannot help but utter a helpful comment. "You know L'sha, it works better if you take him back to your Weyr. Less of an audience unless your into that kind of thing." Smirk, smirk, smirk, oh the glorious gossip.

The Holder tries. He does. There's a slight tightening of his hand on the greenrider's for the sake of keeping him from falling back. Weylaughn reaches with his free hand to catch L'sha by the shoulder to steady him - and he's -just- opening his mouth to utter some kind of wine-scented apology or reassurance or something when everything takes a violent left turn into awkward territory. "Wait. What?" His head snaps around to fix on Edyis and, like the perfect gentleman he is, he promptly lets go of L'sha entirely and holds his hands up, palm out, as if to placate the woman. "It wasn't- we were just talking and he- I-" Of all the terrible times for an inebriated stutter to kick in...

L'sha's face goes beet red as Edyis picks the ''worst'' possible time to make an entrance. Great, way to make it even worse, L'sha. He quickly lets go of Weylaughn's hand and sets the wineglass down somewhere. He waves cheerily to Edyis as if nothing happened. "Oh, hi, sweetie! Weylaughn was jus helpin me up. Bit too much wine." Yeah, right, like she'll believe that. "'Smy Turnday today, y'know. 'M nineteen." He walks over to the scribe and holds his arms out for a hug.

"There is no shame in going native Wey, really L'sha's a total sweetheart." She grins, accepting the hug from the drunken greenrider. "I think you forget L'sha, I've known you since candidacy, but happy turnday. Nice pick by the way, he's got the whole broodingly handsome and good taste in wine going for him." Righting the rider on his feet grinning. "Now off you two go before you make a scene, and enjoy the birthday festivities in your weyr."

"Exactly like that," Weylaughn agrees with L'sha, while he fusses at straightening his clothes up unnecessarily. The preening ends with a passing of palms over his head and a brief lacing of fingers behind his neck. "I'm sure he'll be better served in... ah. In your care, of course." Not in his. Oh no. And with that threat - as he perceives it, anyway - being levied? He takes a stumbling step back, wide-eyed. "I haven't- no. No, no no no. I mean, I have all of that, but- I-" Quickly! Think quickly! "I am getting more wine," he declares a bit too loudly. And, though he marches stiffly off and with a bit of unsteadiness to his stride, he is not at all getting more wine. Or, if he does, he doesn't bring it back, because the Holder is going AWOL.

L'sha also shakes his head at Edyis, "No, no, 'snot like that. It was innocent, rilly--" As that word is uttered, the faint shriek of a green dragon is heard. The rider winces in pain and grabs his head. Must've been much louder in his head. "Ow, shardit, Rillaeth!" Nothing like a dragon screaming in your head to sober you up. "She though I was calling her a nickname, she really hates that." He shakes his head again, this time more vigorously, to clear it. "Ow. Uh, bye, Wey--" And he's gone. He turns back to Edyis. "Listen, it really was innocent, he was just helping me up. We were just talking, I swear! Don't spread this around, would you? It might put him in a bad spot."

There is a distinct narrowing of her eyes as she watches the holder depart, shaking her head with a sigh. "He's going to put himself into a bad spot L'sha, and it's what he deserves for leading you on like that." The scribe notes with a frown after he's left. "Sorry If I ah- ruined your turnday. I promise drinks?" She offers in a gesture of peace.

L'sha sighs and passes his hand down his face. He concedes defeat. "No, I think I've drunk enough tonight. Gonna go sleep it off. Night, Edyis." He turns and heads out to the bowl, still a bit woozy.
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Logs:Turnday Trouble

2014-09-17T05:54:15Z

Lansha:

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|who=L'sha, Weylaughn, Edyis
|what=L'sha and Weylaughn share a couple bottles of wine and awkward conversation to celebrate his Turnday. Then things get a LOT more awkward.
|where=Resident Quarters, High Reaches Weyr
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|gamedate=2014.09.16
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|log=A small foyer, spartan in decor with only a rug on the floor and a chore board tacked to the wall, serves as a node for the network of dormitory caverns. Segregated by age and gender, the dorms provide sleeping accomodations for a wide range of the Weyr's populace.

The largest dormitory has a brightly painted blue and yellow door and is hung with a hook board with clay name tags for the children who live there. Inside, bunk beds and single cots provide sleeping space for kids aged seven to fourteen, with clothing stored in a hodgepodge mix of trunks and foot lockers. A larger cot is pushed up against the wall near the door for the nanny on night duty.

Several archways lead to a loopy maze of smaller caverns that provide sleeping accomodations for two to eight people at a time, each with a basic cot-and-press setup; glows here are sparse and often dim, since the dorms are primarily meant for sleeping. A larger archway leads to the common room and, like the others, is protected by a tapestry that muffles sight and sound.
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Somehow or another - most likely by charming just the right people, knowing him - Weylaughn has secured a private chamber of his own. It's meant for two people, but he's the only one that occupies it; curiously for as boisterous a personality as he is in public, Wey seems to be reclusive when it's time for himself. This is one of those times, with the Holder bearing the tremendous burden of two bottles of wine, a lone glass, and a satchel stuffed full of things that suspiciously resemble borrowed records and books. He's picking his way along the passageway that leads, inevitably, to his curtained - and hopefully temporary - dwelling.

L'sha pokes his head into the Residents' Quarters, as if looking for someone. Or anyone. He walks tentatively into the common room and looks around. Spying Weylaughn through an arch, he grins and heads toward the holder. "Evening, Weylaughn, mind if I join you?"

Oh ho! If ever there was anything that could catch Weylaughn's attention, it's the sound of his own name. He stops in mid-step and half-pivots on a heel, allowing him to cant a glance - and an amiable grin - over his shoulder at the greenrider. He lifts the bottle-bearing hand and waggles a pinky, since that's the only digit free to do so. "Evening, L'sha! I don't mind at all - if you don't mind that there's but one glass to spare." His grin goes just a bit lopsided in an attempt at being apologetic that falls, well, short of the mark. "What brings you down here, if I may be so bold?"

L'sha smirks at the man. "Two bottles and one glass? Sure, I'll be glad to share. I was just looking around for...well, whoever's around, really. Someone to celebrate my Turnday with. Most of my friends are out of the Weyr or too busy, so I thought I'd see if I could find someone. It'd be so ''boring'' to celebrate alone.

Weylaughn's brows wing skyward at that revelation. "Your- oh! Oh, that's -terrible- to hear," and it truly is. The lad's horrified and motions, without a second thought, for the greenrider to follow. "How busy can your friends be to -not- want to celebrate? Here, here. Would you mind carrying one of these?" He extends the hand that's precariously holding the two bottles and will release one only if/when L'sha has taken one. "If I'd known, I'd have at least convinced one of the lovely bakers to make a pie or- or something. I was just going to get some reading done," but that's clearly going to wait.

L'sha smiles and takes one of the bottles from Weylaughn. "Oh, it's not that big a deal, really. It's just quite a coincidence that they all happen to be away at the moment. It's a bit of a downer, but look, now I've found someone to celebrate with!" He grins.

"It -is- important, though," if only to Wey. He pulls the curtain back to his room, which is nicely equipped with two beds, a pair of trunks, and the other basic necessities of life in a Weyr. He flips a glow-lamp open, puts the bag gently on one bed and sits next to it. "It's the day you were born, after all. It's the one day that's yours." And hundreds, if not thousands of other people's... but, still. This is not the time to split hairs. "Here. Take the glass. I know I've a cork remover around here somewhere..." Cue some rummaging in pockets and the like. "How old are you, anyway? If- ah. If it's not improper to ask, that is?"

L'sha takes the glass and sits down, crossing his legs daintily. "If you say so. Normally, I wouldn't really care, it's just another day, but it is a good excuse to get together with friends and have a party. I did visit with my parents, so I guess there's that." He suddenly looks offended as Weylaughn asks his age, but the expression is quickly followed by a smirk and a wave of his hand to show that he's kidding. "I'm nineteen. Which is another thing, I won't be a teenager much longer. I won't be young and cute anymore." He pouts a bit, half-seriously.

"Mother always tries to throw a grand party for us on our turnday," Wey replies, which sheds some light on where his opinion comes from. "Anyway- ah! Here we go." The first bottle is opened and held out with the offer of pouring. It's Benden red, of course, because... why wouldn't he drink the best when he's planning on drinking alone? Of course, at L'sha's last words, Weylaughn's brows lift again. "Don't be daft," he declares, without further elaboration given - perhaps because he doesn't feel its needed. "I'm not far behind you, you know? Just a few more months and I'll be 'round that corner. At least you don't have to worry about being married or having children or- or any of -that-."

L'sha grins and holds the glass up for the wine. He takes a sip and nearly chokes on it, but manages to maintain his composure. "No, no marriage or kids for me." Snerk. "Well, unless a dragon with a female rider flies Rillaeth, I suppose anything's possible." He takes another swig from the glass, then wipes the rim off with a cloth and offers it to Weylaughn. "Very nice." Referring to the wine, presumably.

And that's the precise moment that certain Holder sensibilities twitch. Just a little. Weylaughn gives L'sha a curious glance as he reaches to take the glass for a sip or two of his own. "Ah. Well, I meant that riders in general don't have certain... responsibilities." His mouth pulls briefly to one side - though, to his credit, there isn't judgment there, just a dubious assessment of the rider. The obvious isn't addressed, though; he'll be happy to divert the conversation to the wine. "Ah, it is. It's a fine year, though not the best I've had by far. Well worth the marks, though." The glass is wiped off with a kerchief and handed back.

L'sha's left eyebrow twitches slightly in response to the twitch of Wey's sensibilities, but the greenrider doesn't comment. "True, I'm like most weyrbrats, I was fostered with the Lower Caverns women. Riders don't really have time to be good parents, but mine always tried to make at least some time for me. I didn't mind being fostered, though. It's like they say, 'It takes a Weyr to raise a child.'" He takes the glass back and drains it, then refills it from the bottle, with...quite a lot of wine. A bit too much for polite drinking, really. He takes a large swig and wipes the glass, handing it back with a smirk. "Mmm. I'm afraid I don't know much about wine, except that I like to drink it." He grins.

Weylaughn settles back to listen, hands on his thighs and back straight - as always. The recounting of his rearing is worth a curious sound from the Holder, who is clearly trying to fit all of that into his particular worldview. "Ah. I see," and that word is drawn out thoughtfully. "I suppose I was fortunate to have stayed with Mother, even after my father denied her. She married properly after that and raised me with her other children at a fine, small Hold. It- ah. It's quite hard to imagine being raised by so many others. Do you really think it's better that way? In the Weyr's way?" As for the wine? Well. He's not about to comment on -that-, not when he's intent on draining the glass when it's offered. He'll be mindful to refill it, of course, but passing it? He -might- be tipsy enough to have briefly forgotten. "Oh, well. Mother's very well-versed in it. She taught me all she knows."

In contrast to the ramrod-straight posture of the holder, L'sha's is downright lazy, leaning back on his elbows on the bed opposite Wey's. His right leg remains crossed over his left, his booted foot bouncing a bit. He shrugs. "I don't know if it's better or not, but I suppose I turned out all right. I don't think I would have done well in a hold." He pulls a face and shakes his head. "Definitely not. I'm too much of a free spirit." He grins, then looks at Wey as he's forgotten to pass the glass back. "Hey, don't drink it all, now."

"Well," Weylaughn concedes, "I think you did, too." He's about to dip in for a long sip when he's called out on it - and then there's a bit of a laugh and a sheepish grin. "Ah. Here. Sorry about that," he does have just enough control of his faculties to wipe the glass off before leaning over to offer it up to the rider. "No- I suppose the Hold life isn't for everyone, is it? It suited me- but I wonder if that's just because I was -raised- that way." The tip of his tongue pokes out thoughtfully - and just kind of stays there while he considers that thought and, oh, maybe that second bottle of wine he's yet to open. Then, abruptly: "Why -don't- you think you would have done well in a Hold?"

L'sha chuckles and leans forward to take the glass back. "That's okay, just don't let it happen again." His fingers brush Wey's as he takes the glass. He sips the wine, shrugs and says, "Too many rules, too many social restrictions. Plus, the whole 'sleeping with men' thing definitely wouldn't have gone over too well." He tosses off the last nonchalantly, then wipes the glass and hands it back.

The brushing of fingers doesn't seem to trouble Wey, at least. It's going to happen. "I make no promises that I can't keep," he replies and, newly divested of the drink, he's free to reach for that spare bottle and pop it open with near-expert ease. "I never really- ah. It didn't -seem- like there were many rules," he replies, brow furrowed while he thinks. "Not for me, anyway." It's that last bit, see, that properly catches him askance. He does keep a grip on the bottle, but he doesn't reach for the glass - not immediately, anyway. "... ah. And I suppose there is that." His tongue runs out to wet his lips briefly. "Ah. That's- I've never-" One can almost imagine his Holder brain starting to smoke with confusion. He finally does take the glass - and drains it. "... how. Ah. How does -that- all... work? And why? Women are perfectly lovely. Why... why -men-?"

L'sha says, "Well, I suppose there are plenty of rules in a Weyr, but there's just so much focus on who marries whom, this bloodline and that. Not for me, sorry." His lips press together to keep from smirking at the look on Wey's face. "It's not that unusual in a Weyr. Sure, women ''are'' perfectly lovely, but I've always felt more drawn to men. I mean, have you looked around this Weyr? It's chock full of gorgeous, fit men. You don't see too many ugly, fat riders." He grins. "And many of them aren't averse to hopping into bed with another man. As far as I'm concerned, I'm right where I need to be."

Consider poor Wey to be gobsmacked, if only for the moment. There's a good moment or two when he seems ready to say something, but nothing manages to come out. He sucks his teeth for a long moment and finally says, "Blood -is- important, though. Especially when it comes to Lords and proper Holds. S'why Mother said I ought to come here. To talk to the Weyrleaders and, ah. Well. It's a long story." Or not. But he fills the time by filling the glass again and handing it over. No wiping this time; that formality seems to have been wholly dispensed with. "I- I suppose, to be fair, I've never thought of it like that. It's not the usual way- ah, not my usual way, I guess - of looking at people." Mostly men. He means men. "And it wouldn't matter -anyway-," he continues, clearly past the point of reining in his tongue, "since Mother would still expect me to marry and have children."

L'sha accepts the glass and takes a long swig, watching Wey over the rim of the glass. "So you've never thought about it?" He leans back on his elbow again and cocks his head to the side. "Not even once?"

"Ahhh." That's Weylaughn's 'thinking' noise. Any other time and that wouldn't be a necessary, auditory filler. Finally, vehemently, he shakes his head. "No, not ever. I'd only ever heard vague... notions of how riders were. Ah. Sexually." To his credit, his posture remains as steady as ever; consider it a well-trained quirk. "It just- it never crossed my mind. Why would it?"

L'sha pffffs and leans over to the side, giggling, but keeps the glass upright. "Oh, don't worry, I'm only teasing. You're holdbred, so I'm not surprised. A bit disappointed, but not suprised." He tries to stand up from the bed, gets dizzy and sits back down. Miraculously, only a tiny bit of wine sloshes out of the glass. Even drunk, the greenrider moves gracefully. Most of the time. "Would you mind helping me up? Drunk a bit more than I'd thought." He holds out a hand to Weylaughn.

Edyis has arrived.

Off in one of the relatively private, curtained off quarters in the dorms, a certain rider and Holder are off drinking and chatting. "Disappointed?" Weylaughn has yet to connect those dots, but he will. Eventually. The giggling is a bit infectious, with the decently-boozed Holder soon chuckling a bit himself. That chuckling builds a bit when the greenrider seems to have trouble getting up. He can't help it. Really, he can't. And by the time he does contain himself, there's that offered hand and request for help. "Ah, here. Hold for just a moment," because he needs to put the bottle down - and, no, he was not at all giving half a thought to drinking directly from it. He pushes to his feet and reaches to take L'sha's hand and offer some measure of dubious stability. For now. Faranth help the rider if he pulls too hard - or not hard enough.

L'sha lets Weylaughn pull him up off the bed, but when he stands, he's a bit too close to the holder and ends up face to face with him, still holding the man's hand. There's a look of slight surprise on his face as his dark blue eyes stare into Weylaughn's. It would be embarrassing for Wey if someone were to walk in on them now...

There is a list of things one can expect to run into in a weyr, and then there's those things that you run into but couldn't ever really expect. One of those things probably should be ''nocturnal'' visits but most riders have the sense to use their own private weyr for the purpose. Nevertheless regardless of what was going on before a very tired Edyis started making her way to her cot, what goes through her mind upon spotting the familiar rider and the wannabe lord is far from innocent. Being the wonderful generous person that she is, (and yes that might be an entirely facetious statement.) She cannot help but utter a helpful comment. "You know L'sha, it works better if you take him back to your Weyr. Less of an audience unless your into that kind of thing." Smirk, smirk, smirk, oh the glorious gossip.

The Holder tries. He does. There's a slight tightening of his hand on the greenrider's for the sake of keeping him from falling back. Weylaughn reaches with his free hand to catch L'sha by the shoulder to steady him - and he's -just- opening his mouth to utter some kind of wine-scented apology or reassurance or something when everything takes a violent left turn into awkward territory. "Wait. What?" His head snaps around to fix on Edyis and, like the perfect gentleman he is, he promptly lets go of L'sha entirely and holds his hands up, palm out, as if to placate the woman. "It wasn't- we were just talking and he- I-" Of all the terrible times for an inebriated stutter to kick in...

L'sha's face goes beet red as Edyis picks the ''worst'' possible time to make an entrance. Great, way to make it even worse, L'sha. He quickly lets go of Weylaughn's hand and sets the wineglass down somewhere. He waves cheerily to Edyis as if nothing happened. "Oh, hi, sweetie! Weylaughn was jus helpin me up. Bit too much wine." Yeah, right, like she'll believe that. "'Smy Turnday today, y'know. 'M nineteen." He walks over to the scribe and holds his arms out for a hug.

"There is no shame in going native Wey, really L'sha's a total sweetheart." She grins, accepting the hug from the drunken greenrider. "I think you forget L'sha, I've known you since candidacy, but happy turnday. Nice pick by the way, he's got the whole broodingly handsome and good taste in wine going for him." Righting the rider on his feet grinning. "Now off you two go before you make a scene, and enjoy the birthday festivities in your weyr."

"Exactly like that," Weylaughn agrees with L'sha, while he fusses at straightening his clothes up unnecessarily. The preening ends with a passing of palms over his head and a brief lacing of fingers behind his neck. "I'm sure he'll be better served in... ah. In your care, of course." Not in his. Oh no. And with that threat - as he perceives it, anyway - being levied? He takes a stumbling step back, wide-eyed. "I haven't- no. No, no no no. I mean, I have all of that, but- I-" Quickly! Think quickly! "I am getting more wine," he declares a bit too loudly. And, though he marches stiffly off and with a bit of unsteadiness to his stride, he is not at all getting more wine. Or, if he does, he doesn't bring it back, because the Holder is going AWOL.

L'sha also shakes his head at Edyis, "No, no, 'snot like that. It was innocent, rilly--" As that word is uttered, the faint shriek of a green dragon is heard. The rider winces in pain and grabs his head. Must've been much louder in his head. "Ow, shardit, Rillaeth!" Nothing like a dragon screaming in your head to sober you up. "She though I was calling her a nickname, she really hates that." He shakes his head again, this time more vigorously, to clear it. "Ow. Uh, bye, Wey--" And he's gone. He turns back to Edyis. "Listen, it really was innocent, he was just helping me up. We were just talking, I swear! Don't spread this around, would you? It might put him in a bad spot."

There is a distinct narrowing of her eyes as she watches the holder depart, shaking her head with a sigh. "He's going to put himself into a bad spot L'sha, and it's what he deserves for leading you on like that." The scribe notes with a frown after he's left. "Sorry If I ah- ruined your turnday. I promise drinks?" She offers in a gesture of peace.

L'sha sighs and passes his hand down his face. He concedes defeat. "No, I think I've drunk enough tonight. Gonna go sleep it off. Night, Edyis." He turns and heads out to the bowl, still a bit woozy.
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Logs:Turnday Trouble

2014-09-17T05:44:42Z

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|log=A small foyer, spartan in decor with only a rug on the floor and a chore board tacked to the wall, serves as a node for the network of dormitory caverns. Segregated by age and gender, the dorms provide sleeping accomodations for a wide range of the Weyr's populace.

The largest dormitory has a brightly painted blue and yellow door and is hung with a hook board with clay name tags for the children who live there. Inside, bunk beds and single cots provide sleeping space for kids aged seven to fourteen, with clothing stored in a hodgepodge mix of trunks and foot lockers. A larger cot is pushed up against the wall near the door for the nanny on night duty.

Several archways lead to a loopy maze of smaller caverns that provide sleeping accomodations for two to eight people at a time, each with a basic cot-and-press setup; glows here are sparse and often dim, since the dorms are primarily meant for sleeping. A larger archway leads to the common room and, like the others, is protected by a tapestry that muffles sight and sound.
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Somehow or another - most likely by charming just the right people, knowing him - Weylaughn has secured a private chamber of his own. It's meant for two people, but he's the only one that occupies it; curiously for as boisterous a personality as he is in public, Wey seems to be reclusive when it's time for himself. This is one of those times, with the Holder bearing the tremendous burden of two bottles of wine, a lone glass, and a satchel stuffed full of things that suspiciously resemble borrowed records and books. He's picking his way along the passageway that leads, inevitably, to his curtained - and hopefully temporary - dwelling.

L'sha pokes his head into the Residents' Quarters, as if looking for someone. Or anyone. He walks tentatively into the common room and looks around. Spying Weylaughn through an arch, he grins and heads toward the holder. "Evening, Weylaughn, mind if I join you?"

Oh ho! If ever there was anything that could catch Weylaughn's attention, it's the sound of his own name. He stops in mid-step and half-pivots on a heel, allowing him to cant a glance - and an amiable grin - over his shoulder at the greenrider. He lifts the bottle-bearing hand and waggles a pinky, since that's the only digit free to do so. "Evening, L'sha! I don't mind at all - if you don't mind that there's but one glass to spare." His grin goes just a bit lopsided in an attempt at being apologetic that falls, well, short of the mark. "What brings you down here, if I may be so bold?"

L'sha smirks at the man. "Two bottles and one glass? Sure, I'll be glad to share. I was just looking around for...well, whoever's around, really. Someone to celebrate my Turnday with. Most of my friends are out of the Weyr or too busy, so I thought I'd see if I could find someone. It'd be so ''boring'' to celebrate alone.

Weylaughn's brows wing skyward at that revelation. "Your- oh! Oh, that's -terrible- to hear," and it truly is. The lad's horrified and motions, without a second thought, for the greenrider to follow. "How busy can your friends be to -not- want to celebrate? Here, here. Would you mind carrying one of these?" He extends the hand that's precariously holding the two bottles and will release one only if/when L'sha has taken one. "If I'd known, I'd have at least convinced one of the lovely bakers to make a pie or- or something. I was just going to get some reading done," but that's clearly going to wait.

L'sha smiles and takes one of the bottles from Weylaughn. "Oh, it's not that big a deal, really. It's just quite a coincidence that they all happen to be away at the moment. It's a bit of a downer, but look, now I've found someone to celebrate with!" He grins.

"It -is- important, though," if only to Wey. He pulls the curtain back to his room, which is nicely equipped with two beds, a pair of trunks, and the other basic necessities of life in a Weyr. He flips a glow-lamp open, puts the bag gently on one bed and sits next to it. "It's the day you were born, after all. It's the one day that's yours." And hundreds, if not thousands of other people's... but, still. This is not the time to split hairs. "Here. Take the glass. I know I've a cork remover around here somewhere..." Cue some rummaging in pockets and the like. "How old are you, anyway? If- ah. If it's not improper to ask, that is?"

L'sha takes the glass and sits down, crossing his legs daintily. "If you say so. Normally, I wouldn't really care, it's just another day, but it is a good excuse to get together with friends and have a party. I did visit with my parents, so I guess there's that." He suddenly looks offended as Weylaughn asks his age, but the expression is quickly followed by a smirk and a wave of his hand to show that he's kidding. "I'm nineteen. Which is another thing, I won't be a teenager much longer. I won't be young and cute anymore." He pouts a bit, half-seriously.

"Mother always tries to throw a grand party for us on our turnday," Wey replies, which sheds some light on where his opinion comes from. "Anyway- ah! Here we go." The first bottle is opened and held out with the offer of pouring. It's Benden red, of course, because... why wouldn't he drink the best when he's planning on drinking alone? Of course, at L'sha's last words, Weylaughn's brows lift again. "Don't be daft," he declares, without further elaboration given - perhaps because he doesn't feel its needed. "I'm not far behind you, you know? Just a few more months and I'll be 'round that corner. At least you don't have to worry about being married or having children or- or any of -that-."

L'sha grins and holds the glass up for the wine. He takes a sip and nearly chokes on it, but manages to maintain his composure. "No, no marriage or kids for me." Snerk. "Well, unless a dragon with a female rider flies Rillaeth, I suppose anything's possible." He takes another swig from the glass, then wipes the rim off with a cloth and offers it to Weylaughn. "Very nice." Referring to the wine, presumably.

And that's the precise moment that certain Holder sensibilities twitch. Just a little. Weylaughn gives L'sha a curious glance as he reaches to take the glass for a sip or two of his own. "Ah. Well, I meant that riders in general don't have certain... responsibilities." His mouth pulls briefly to one side - though, to his credit, there isn't judgment there, just a dubious assessment of the rider. The obvious isn't addressed, though; he'll be happy to divert the conversation to the wine. "Ah, it is. It's a fine year, though not the best I've had by far. Well worth the marks, though." The glass is wiped off with a kerchief and handed back.

L'sha's left eyebrow twitches slightly in response to the twitch of Wey's sensibilities, but the greenrider doesn't comment. "True, I'm like most weyrbrats, I was fostered with the Lower Caverns women. Riders don't really have time to be good parents, but mine always tried to make at least some time for me. I didn't mind being fostered, though. It's like they say, 'It takes a Weyr to raise a child.'" He takes the glass back and drains it, then refills it from the bottle, with...quite a lot of wine. A bit too much for polite drinking, really. He takes a large swig and wipes the glass, handing it back with a smirk. "Mmm. I'm afraid I don't know much about wine, except that I like to drink it." He grins.

Weylaughn settles back to listen, hands on his thighs and back straight - as always. The recounting of his rearing is worth a curious sound from the Holder, who is clearly trying to fit all of that into his particular worldview. "Ah. I see," and that word is drawn out thoughtfully. "I suppose I was fortunate to have stayed with Mother, even after my father denied her. She married properly after that and raised me with her other children at a fine, small Hold. It- ah. It's quite hard to imagine being raised by so many others. Do you really think it's better that way? In the Weyr's way?" As for the wine? Well. He's not about to comment on -that-, not when he's intent on draining the glass when it's offered. He'll be mindful to refill it, of course, but passing it? He -might- be tipsy enough to have briefly forgotten. "Oh, well. Mother's very well-versed in it. She taught me all she knows."

In contrast to the ramrod-straight posture of the holder, L'sha's is downright lazy, leaning back on his elbows on the bed opposite Wey's. His right leg remains crossed over his left, his booted foot bouncing a bit. He shrugs. "I don't know if it's better or not, but I suppose I turned out all right. I don't think I would have done well in a hold." He pulls a face and shakes his head. "Definitely not. I'm too much of a free spirit." He grins, then looks at Wey as he's forgotten to pass the glass back. "Hey, don't drink it all, now."

"Well," Weylaughn concedes, "I think you did, too." He's about to dip in for a long sip when he's called out on it - and then there's a bit of a laugh and a sheepish grin. "Ah. Here. Sorry about that," he does have just enough control of his faculties to wipe the glass off before leaning over to offer it up to the rider. "No- I suppose the Hold life isn't for everyone, is it? It suited me- but I wonder if that's just because I was -raised- that way." The tip of his tongue pokes out thoughtfully - and just kind of stays there while he considers that thought and, oh, maybe that second bottle of wine he's yet to open. Then, abruptly: "Why -don't- you think you would have done well in a Hold?"

L'sha chuckles and leans forward to take the glass back. "That's okay, just don't let it happen again." His fingers brush Wey's as he takes the glass. He sips the wine, shrugs and says, "Too many rules, too many social restrictions. Plus, the whole 'sleeping with men' thing definitely wouldn't have gone over too well." He tosses off the last nonchalantly, then wipes the glass and hands it back.

The brushing of fingers doesn't seem to trouble Wey, at least. It's going to happen. "I make no promises that I can't keep," he replies and, newly divested of the drink, he's free to reach for that spare bottle and pop it open with near-expert ease. "I never really- ah. It didn't -seem- like there were many rules," he replies, brow furrowed while he thinks. "Not for me, anyway." It's that last bit, see, that properly catches him askance. He does keep a grip on the bottle, but he doesn't reach for the glass - not immediately, anyway. "... ah. And I suppose there is that." His tongue runs out to wet his lips briefly. "Ah. That's- I've never-" One can almost imagine his Holder brain starting to smoke with confusion. He finally does take the glass - and drains it. "... how. Ah. How does -that- all... work? And why? Women are perfectly lovely. Why... why -men-?"

L'sha says, "Well, I suppose there are plenty of rules in a Weyr, but there's just so much focus on who marries whom, this bloodline and that. Not for me, sorry." His lips press together to keep from smirking at the look on Wey's face. "It's not that unusual in a Weyr. Sure, women ''are'' perfectly lovely, but I've always felt more drawn to men. I mean, have you looked around this Weyr? It's chock full of gorgeous, fit men. You don't see too many ugly, fat riders." He grins. "And many of them aren't averse to hopping into bed with another man. As far as I'm concerned, I'm right where I need to be."

Consider poor Wey to be gobsmacked, if only for the moment. There's a good moment or two when he seems ready to say something, but nothing manages to come out. He sucks his teeth for a long moment and finally says, "Blood -is- important, though. Especially when it comes to Lords and proper Holds. S'why Mother said I ought to come here. To talk to the Weyrleaders and, ah. Well. It's a long story." Or not. But he fills the time by filling the glass again and handing it over. No wiping this time; that formality seems to have been wholly dispensed with. "I- I suppose, to be fair, I've never thought of it like that. It's not the usual way- ah, not my usual way, I guess - of looking at people." Mostly men. He means men. "And it wouldn't matter -anyway-," he continues, clearly past the point of reining in his tongue, "since Mother would still expect me to marry and have children."

L'sha accepts the glass and takes a long swig, watching Wey over the rim of the glass. "So you've never thought about it?" He leans back on his elbow again and cocks his head to the side. "Not even once?"

"Ahhh." That's Weylaughn's 'thinking' noise. Any other time and that wouldn't be a necessary, auditory filler. Finally, vehemently, he shakes his head. "No, not ever. I'd only ever heard vague... notions of how riders were. Ah. Sexually." To his credit, his posture remains as steady as ever; consider it a well-trained quirk. "It just- it never crossed my mind. Why would it?"

L'sha pffffs and leans over to the side, giggling, but keeps the glass upright. "Oh, don't worry, I'm only teasing. You're holdbred, so I'm not surprised. A bit disappointed, but not suprised." He tries to stand up from the bed, gets dizzy and sits back down. Miraculously, only a tiny bit of wine sloshes out of the glass. Even drunk, the greenrider moves gracefully. Most of the time. "Would you mind helping me up? Drunk a bit more than I'd thought." He holds out a hand to Weylaughn.

Edyis has arrived.

Off in one of the relatively private, curtained off quarters in the dorms, a certain rider and Holder are off drinking and chatting. "Disappointed?" Weylaughn has yet to connect those dots, but he will. Eventually. The giggling is a bit infectious, with the decently-boozed Holder soon chuckling a bit himself. That chuckling builds a bit when the greenrider seems to have trouble getting up. He can't help it. Really, he can't. And by the time he does contain himself, there's that offered hand and request for help. "Ah, here. Hold for just a moment," because he needs to put the bottle down - and, no, he was not at all giving half a thought to drinking directly from it. He pushes to his feet and reaches to take L'sha's hand and offer some measure of dubious stability. For now. Faranth help the rider if he pulls too hard - or not hard enough.

L'sha lets Weylaughn pull him up off the bed, but when he stands, he's a bit too close to the holder and ends up face to face with him, still holding the man's hand. There's a look of slight surprise on his face as his dark blue eyes stare into Weylaughn's. It would be embarrassing for Wey if someone were to walk in on them now...

There is a list of things one can expect to run into in a weyr, and then there's those things that you run into but couldn't ever really expect. One of those things probably should be ''nocturnal'' visits but most riders have the sense to use their own private weyr for the purpose. Nevertheless regardless of what was going on before a very tired Edyis started making her way to her cot, what goes through her mind upon spotting the familiar rider and the wannabe lord is far from innocent. Being the wonderful generous person that she is, (and yes that might be an entirely facetious statement.) She cannot help but utter a helpful comment. "You know L'sha, it works better if you take him back to your Weyr. Less of an audience unless your into that kind of thing." Smirk, smirk, smirk, oh the glorious gossip.

The Holder tries. He does. There's a slight tightening of his hand on the greenrider's for the sake of keeping him from falling back. Weylaughn reaches with his free hand to catch L'sha by the shoulder to steady him - and he's -just- opening his mouth to utter some kind of wine-scented apology or reassurance or something when everything takes a violent left turn into awkward territory. "Wait. What?" His head snaps around to fix on Edyis and, like the perfect gentleman he is, he promptly lets go of L'sha entirely and holds his hands up, palm out, as if to placate the woman. "It wasn't- we were just talking and he- I-" Of all the terrible times for an inebriated stutter to kick in...

L'sha's face goes beet red as Edyis picks the ''worst'' possible time to make an entrance. Great, way to make it even worse, L'sha. He quickly lets go of Weylaughn's hand and sets the wineglass down somewhere. He waves cheerily to Edyis as if nothing happened. "Oh, hi, sweetie! Weylaughn was jus helpin me up. Bit too much wine." Yeah, right, like she'll believe that. "'Smy Turnday today, y'know. 'M nineteen." He walks over to the scribe and holds his arms out for a hug.

"There is no shame in going native Wey, really L'sha's a total sweetheart." She grins, accepting the hug from the drunken greenrider. "I think you forget L'sha, I've known you since candidacy, but happy turnday. Nice pick by the way, he's got the whole broodingly handsome and good taste in wine going for him." Righting the rider on his feet grinning. "Now off you two go before you make a scene, and enjoy the birthday festivities in your weyr."

"Exactly like that," Weylaughn agrees with L'sha, while he fusses at straightening his clothes up unnecessarily. The preening ends with a passing of palms over his head and a brief lacing of fingers behind his neck. "I'm sure he'll be better served in... ah. In your care, of course." Not in his. Oh no. And with that threat - as he perceives it, anyway - being levied? He takes a stumbling step back, wide-eyed. "I haven't- no. No, no no no. I mean, I have all of that, but- I-" Quickly! Think quickly! "I am getting more wine," he declares a bit too loudly. And, though he marches stiffly off and with a bit of unsteadiness to his stride, he is not at all getting more wine. Or, if he does, he doesn't bring it back, because the Holder is going AWOL.

L'sha also shakes his head at Edyis, "No, no, 'snot like that. It was innocent, rilly--" As that word is uttered, the faint shriek of a green dragon is heard. The rider winces in pain and grabs his head. Must've been much louder in his head. "Ow, shardit, Rillaeth!" Nothing like a dragon screaming in your head to sober you up. "She though I was calling her a nickname, she really hates that." He shakes his head again, this time more vigorously, to clear it. "Ow. Uh, bye, Wey--" And he's gone. He turns back to Edyis. "Listen, it really was innocent, he was just helping me up. We were just talking, I swear! Don't spread this around, would you? It might put him in a bad spot."

There is a distinct narrowing of her eyes as she watches the holder depart, shaking her head with a sigh. "He's going to put himself into a bad spot L'sha, and it's what he deserves for leading you on like that." The scribe notes with a frown after he's left. "Sorry If I ah- ruined your turnday. I promise drinks?" She offers in a gesture of peace.

L'sha sighs and passes his hand down his face. He concedes defeat. "No, I think I've drunk enough tonight. Gonna go sleep it off. Night, Edyis." He turns and heads out to the bowl, still a bit woozy.

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Logs:Meeting Geviaur

2014-06-24T04:18:41Z

Lansha:

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| who = L'sha, Geviaur
| where = High Reaches Weyr Living Caverns
| what = L'sha meets a new transplant from Monaco.
| when = Day 12, Month 1, Turn 35 of Interval 10
| gamedate = 2014.06.19
| quote = "I'm the shrimp of the family."
| weather =
| categories = 
| mentions = R'hin, R'vis, M'kris
| ooc =
| icons = l'sha L'sha1.jpg
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Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet, and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's offerings.

Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven -- only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed.
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L'sha pauses at the entrance of the living cavern to stomp the snow off his boots and remove his gloves before he resumes striding into the living cavern to get a bite to eat. He's careful not to dislodge a tiny, dark blue firelizard that his curled around his neck, asleep, like some sort of living necklace. He tucks his gloves into his belt and makes a beeline to the serving tables.

Geviaur is already well settled in, having staked out a spot adjacent to the serving table. Long legs stretched before him, comfortably slouched in his chair, with a sizable plate of food that he's picking at, mostly with his fingers, like a proper gentleman. His jacket is slung over the back of his chair, dripping slowly on the floor much to the distaste of one of the caverns women that passes by him, but in response to her dirty look Gev tilts his head back and gives her a perfectly charming smile, dimple and all. The fact that he's mid-bite on a leg of some kind of poultry surely doesn't detract.

L'sha makes himself a plate of mashed tubers, wherry and a light salad, then pours a large mug of klah. He turns back to find a place to sit, glancing at Geviaur as he does. He then does a double-take and veers toward the man. Approaching an empty chair at his table, he smiles brilliantly at the man and asks, "Mind if I sit here?" As if he couldn't pick a chair at any other table in the nearly-empty cavern. Real subtle, L'sha.

Subtle or no, the greenrider is welcomed with much the same smile as Geviaur had bestowed on the passing woman. Easy, a little cheeky, and its with the wherry leg he's working on that he gestures towards the empty chair with welcome. He does,however, have the decency to swallow before replying aloud, "Be my guest." In fact, he'll go a step further, wiping a hand on the leg of his pants and then leaning forward to stretch it out to L'sha. "Geviaur."

L'sha sets his plate and mug down and takes a seat. His smile falters a bit as the man extends his hand, but he grasps it and shakes firmly. "L'sha, green Rillaeth's rider, pleased to meet you! I haven't seen you around before, Geviaur, where are you from?" The blue around the greenrider's neck stirs at the scent of food. All sets of eyelids open, revealing bright green eyes. The flit yawns mightily and looks around.

Geviaur's own grip is firm and thoroughly calloused. "Good to meet you, L'sha, green Rillaeth's." Introductions made, he settles back to his lounging and goes back to picking at his food, pulling strips of wherry off the bone with his hands to pop in his mouth. This does not, however, impede his conversation. "Monaco. My brother's in Savannah wing. I followed once that whole mess happened. Been settling in I suppose. I'm a smith. Keeps you busy."

L'sha's eyes flick downwards, then back up to Geviaur's face. With a smirk, he says, "They grow them big in Monaco, I see. Don't know any of the Savannah riders. Well, I know the wingleader's name, R'hin, but that's about it. They're a rowdy bunch, they had a poker game once a seven when they transferred here the first time. I could hear the noise all the way to my weyr. I think it'll be...interesting now that they're here permanently. Or whatever the situation is." The little blue uncurls and hops down onto the table, sniffing at L'sha's dinner. "Oh! This is Azurite, I just impressed him recently! Isn't he cute?"

Geviaur doesn't seem to object to the once over, obligingly stretching out a bit more at the comment on his size. It is substantial. He's well aware, and not shy. "My brothers are bigger. I'm the shrimp of the family," he says, deep voice plainly ammused. "They're a good bunch. Know a few of 'em pretty well. My brother's R'vis, brownrider, if you happen to see a leaner, larger version of myself hulking about." He gives a shrug, smile turning to a smirk. "Interesting is a word for it. Wasn't the most of 'em would have wanted to go. But I suppose... new opportunities and all." Meat finished and bone set aside, fingers licked clean and wiped on a napkin. Then the little blue is given an appraising look, Gev's brow arched. "Adorable." It's a foreign word, coming from his gruff voice, but he's willing to go along with it. "Useful little things I've heard."

L'sha's mouth quirks in slight distaste at Geviaur's table manners, or lack thereof, but it quickly turns into a warm smile. "''You're'' the ''shrimp''? I'd like to meet the others, then." He shakes his head. "Don't know R'vis, sorry. I heard there were troubles with the new Monaco weyrleader, that's why Savannah's here again." He grins at Azurite and offers him a morsel of wherry. "Right now he's just hungry all the time, but once he gets bigger, he can carry messages, packages, all sorts of things." Azurite sniffs the bit of meat, then chomps on it and makes short work. "I just have to train him. And train him not to bite me when he's hungry." The greenrider holds up a finger, showing a healing bite mark.

Geviaur nods, leaning back further in his chair with his hands laced behind his head as he watches the smaller rider. "'Trouble'. Something like that. Not totally clear on what happened myself. But my brother was banished, so here I am." He grins, as though it's the weyr's good fortune to have him here. "Cold, I must say. I miss Monaco's weather, but other than that, can't say it's much different." He listens regarding the firelizard with faint interest, enough to keep him nodding along as the greenrider talks, and enough to make an appropriate grunt at the sight of the bite on his finger. "Seems a lot of trouble for the reward, then. How long does the training generally take? Never paid the beasts much mind before."

L'sha chuckles. "Get used to the cold, it's not going anywhere. I grew up here, so I don't mind it too much, but even I sometimes slip off to Ista for a few hours now and then when I'm not busy. Get yourself a nice llama wool sweater, it'll warm you right up! I'd offer to knit you one, but I don't think I'm good enough for sweaters yet." He scritches the little blue as it munches the wherry, then shrugs. "I'm not exactly sure, I've never Impressed one before, but I suppose it should take about a month or so. Blues aren't quite as bright as bronzes or golds, though, so it might take longer." Azurite launches off the table, his wings a blur of activity, and zooms around the living cavern.

"Well, you let me know when your knitting's up to scratch," Geviaur says, grinning again, looking at L'sha as though he's a bit of a fascination. "I'll commission one off of you. You a weaver before you got hitched to a dragon?" He watches Azurite's flight with appreciation, then turns his attention back to hsi food - not much left, the plate is soon clean.

L'sha's eyebrows rise at the way Geviaur's looking at him, then his eyes lower a bit coyly. "Oh, no, just a little hobby of mine. Learned some from the lower caverns women, taught myself the rest." He grins. "If I get any better, you'll be the first to know so I can knit you one." The mood is ruined, however, as Azurite backwings to a landing on top of the greenrider's head and promptly curls up again. L'sha cleans his plate as well, then stands. "Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Geviaur, but I must be going. Got an early day tomorrow, like always. See you around!"

Geviaur raises a hand to wave the greenrider off. "Good to meet you, L'sha. Take care of that little blue."

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Logs:Meeting Geviaur

2014-06-24T04:18:05Z

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| where = High Reaches Weyr Living Caverns
| what = L'sha meets a new transplant from Monaco
| when = Day 12, Month 1, Turn 35 of Interval 10
| gamedate = 2014.06.19
| quote = "I'm the shrimp of the family."
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Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet, and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's offerings.

Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven -- only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed.
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L'sha pauses at the entrance of the living cavern to stomp the snow off his boots and remove his gloves before he resumes striding into the living cavern to get a bite to eat. He's careful not to dislodge a tiny, dark blue firelizard that his curled around his neck, asleep, like some sort of living necklace. He tucks his gloves into his belt and makes a beeline to the serving tables.

Geviaur is already well settled in, having staked out a spot adjacent to the serving table. Long legs stretched before him, comfortably slouched in his chair, with a sizable plate of food that he's picking at, mostly with his fingers, like a proper gentleman. His jacket is slung over the back of his chair, dripping slowly on the floor much to the distaste of one of the caverns women that passes by him, but in response to her dirty look Gev tilts his head back and gives her a perfectly charming smile, dimple and all. The fact that he's mid-bite on a leg of some kind of poultry surely doesn't detract.

L'sha makes himself a plate of mashed tubers, wherry and a light salad, then pours a large mug of klah. He turns back to find a place to sit, glancing at Geviaur as he does. He then does a double-take and veers toward the man. Approaching an empty chair at his table, he smiles brilliantly at the man and asks, "Mind if I sit here?" As if he couldn't pick a chair at any other table in the nearly-empty cavern. Real subtle, L'sha.

Subtle or no, the greenrider is welcomed with much the same smile as Geviaur had bestowed on the passing woman. Easy, a little cheeky, and its with the wherry leg he's working on that he gestures towards the empty chair with welcome. He does,however, have the decency to swallow before replying aloud, "Be my guest." In fact, he'll go a step further, wiping a hand on the leg of his pants and then leaning forward to stretch it out to L'sha. "Geviaur."

L'sha sets his plate and mug down and takes a seat. His smile falters a bit as the man extends his hand, but he grasps it and shakes firmly. "L'sha, green Rillaeth's rider, pleased to meet you! I haven't seen you around before, Geviaur, where are you from?" The blue around the greenrider's neck stirs at the scent of food. All sets of eyelids open, revealing bright green eyes. The flit yawns mightily and looks around.

Geviaur's own grip is firm and thoroughly calloused. "Good to meet you, L'sha, green Rillaeth's." Introductions made, he settles back to his lounging and goes back to picking at his food, pulling strips of wherry off the bone with his hands to pop in his mouth. This does not, however, impede his conversation. "Monaco. My brother's in Savannah wing. I followed once that whole mess happened. Been settling in I suppose. I'm a smith. Keeps you busy."

L'sha's eyes flick downwards, then back up to Geviaur's face. With a smirk, he says, "They grow them big in Monaco, I see. Don't know any of the Savannah riders. Well, I know the wingleader's name, R'hin, but that's about it. They're a rowdy bunch, they had a poker game once a seven when they transferred here the first time. I could hear the noise all the way to my weyr. I think it'll be...interesting now that they're here permanently. Or whatever the situation is." The little blue uncurls and hops down onto the table, sniffing at L'sha's dinner. "Oh! This is Azurite, I just impressed him recently! Isn't he cute?"

Geviaur doesn't seem to object to the once over, obligingly stretching out a bit more at the comment on his size. It is substantial. He's well aware, and not shy. "My brothers are bigger. I'm the shrimp of the family," he says, deep voice plainly ammused. "They're a good bunch. Know a few of 'em pretty well. My brother's R'vis, brownrider, if you happen to see a leaner, larger version of myself hulking about." He gives a shrug, smile turning to a smirk. "Interesting is a word for it. Wasn't the most of 'em would have wanted to go. But I suppose... new opportunities and all." Meat finished and bone set aside, fingers licked clean and wiped on a napkin. Then the little blue is given an appraising look, Gev's brow arched. "Adorable." It's a foreign word, coming from his gruff voice, but he's willing to go along with it. "Useful little things I've heard."

L'sha's mouth quirks in slight distaste at Geviaur's table manners, or lack thereof, but it quickly turns into a warm smile. "''You're'' the ''shrimp''? I'd like to meet the others, then." He shakes his head. "Don't know R'vis, sorry. I heard there were troubles with the new Monaco weyrleader, that's why Savannah's here again." He grins at Azurite and offers him a morsel of wherry. "Right now he's just hungry all the time, but once he gets bigger, he can carry messages, packages, all sorts of things." Azurite sniffs the bit of meat, then chomps on it and makes short work. "I just have to train him. And train him not to bite me when he's hungry." The greenrider holds up a finger, showing a healing bite mark.

Geviaur nods, leaning back further in his chair with his hands laced behind his head as he watches the smaller rider. "'Trouble'. Something like that. Not totally clear on what happened myself. But my brother was banished, so here I am." He grins, as though it's the weyr's good fortune to have him here. "Cold, I must say. I miss Monaco's weather, but other than that, can't say it's much different." He listens regarding the firelizard with faint interest, enough to keep him nodding along as the greenrider talks, and enough to make an appropriate grunt at the sight of the bite on his finger. "Seems a lot of trouble for the reward, then. How long does the training generally take? Never paid the beasts much mind before."

L'sha chuckles. "Get used to the cold, it's not going anywhere. I grew up here, so I don't mind it too much, but even I sometimes slip off to Ista for a few hours now and then when I'm not busy. Get yourself a nice llama wool sweater, it'll warm you right up! I'd offer to knit you one, but I don't think I'm good enough for sweaters yet." He scritches the little blue as it munches the wherry, then shrugs. "I'm not exactly sure, I've never Impressed one before, but I suppose it should take about a month or so. Blues aren't quite as bright as bronzes or golds, though, so it might take longer." Azurite launches off the table, his wings a blur of activity, and zooms around the living cavern.

"Well, you let me know when your knitting's up to scratch," Geviaur says, grinning again, looking at L'sha as though he's a bit of a fascination. "I'll commission one off of you. You a weaver before you got hitched to a dragon?" He watches Azurite's flight with appreciation, then turns his attention back to hsi food - not much left, the plate is soon clean.

L'sha's eyebrows rise at the way Geviaur's looking at him, then his eyes lower a bit coyly. "Oh, no, just a little hobby of mine. Learned some from the lower caverns women, taught myself the rest." He grins. "If I get any better, you'll be the first to know so I can knit you one." The mood is ruined, however, as Azurite backwings to a landing on top of the greenrider's head and promptly curls up again. L'sha cleans his plate as well, then stands. "Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Geviaur, but I must be going. Got an early day tomorrow, like always. See you around!"

Geviaur raises a hand to wave the greenrider off. "Good to meet you, L'sha. Take care of that little blue."

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Logs:Rillaeth's Maiden Flight

2014-04-03T01:11:26Z

Lansha:

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| who = L'sha, R'oan
| where = High Reaches Weyr
| what = Rillaeth's Maiden Flight
| when = Day 18, month 5, turn 34 of Interval 10
| gamedate = 2014.03.29
| quote = « None of you will ''ever'' catch me. »
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| categories = Flights
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| icons = l'sha L'sha1.jpg, l'sha rillaeth.jpg
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Guest Weyr, High Reaches Weyr
This broad ledge is dappled with bright light in the morning and commands a lovely view of the eastern end of the bowl, including the lake and the trees that dot the shoreline. Reached by a flight of stone steps that climb up from the bowl floor, the ledge is relatively low, an easy jump down to the ground; possibly its selection was a safety precaution, so anyone stumbling out the wrong way after a flight would be unlikely to break his or her neck. Within the weyr itself is a comfortably-sized dragon wallow, rarely used but swept clean nonetheless.

The cavern broadens as it stretches back away from the entrance to reveal a neatly made double-sized bed pushed up against the back wall, a press at its foot with an extra blanket folded on top of it and two chairs standing guard to either side of the hearth. A rectangular table lurks against the side wall, kept stocked with a pitcher of water and a basket of seasonal fruits. The weyr is well-lit and kept immaculately clean, the refreshing scents of citron-infused sweetsand mingling with the tang of herbs.
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Rillaeth has been showing signs of her readiness to mate for the last sevenday, culminating today as she's particularly moody, hissing and lashing her tail at any male who gets too close. She doesn't seem to glow like most greens, her hide remaining its usual dark forest green. The exception is the paler stripe down her midline, which pulses with a glow that travels down her body from head to tail. Towards dusk, several High Reaches males gather around her and croon to her, trying to win favor. In response, she merely launches toward the feeding grounds and takes down a wherry buck. L'sha has seen this coming, but the deep emotions still threaten to overwhelm him. He heads up to the guest weyr, the customary place for riders to gather for flights. His face flushed, he leans against a cavern wall and closes his eyes, murmuring to Rillaeth, "Blood, only blood."

Etrevth's lingered here since midday, the tiger stone brown lounging into a claimed spot in the bowl to watch this maiden green with an interest his rider hasn't displayed. At least R'oan has seemed to take it genially enough, despite that they were only here to transport records between the Weyrs, and the brownrider had retreated to get himself mildly drunk at Snowasis with his suddenly free time. It's only later in the evening, towards dusk, where Etrevth's smoke and substance invades his mind with force as Rillaeth finally launches towards the feeding grounds, that he drags himself from the bar to find the weyr that the dragonriders gather in. His silvered-green eyes slide to a woman there, coincidentally a bluerider, hopefully. His dragon doesn't make the mistake of misidentification, though. Etrevth knows who he wants, and the intoxicating sweetness of his mind is extended towards Rillaeth even as he pierces his own beast, drinking from it like an addiction.

L'sha pushes himself away from the wall with some effort and near-sleepwalks toward the back of the cavern where the large bed is. He leans against the wall there again and unbuttons the top buttons of his tunic. His breathing his heavy and a light sheen of perspiration coats his skin. His eyes meet those of the riders in the room, lingering on each one for a moment. He closes his eyes again to keep control of Rillaeth, who, having dispatched one wherry, is currently draining a herdbeast dry. Her eyes whirl deep red as they dart to each of the males around her. One of the blues gets a bit too close as he brings down a herdbeast and she shrieks at him, dragging her own beast backwards away from him. Blood gouts from the beast's neck as she lets go of it, then she clamps her jaws down on it again to drink more.

It is L'sha's movements that bring R'oan's gaze to him, and for all that his lips curve into a soft frown as he realizes--realizes, he can't tear his gaze away from the young man as he starts unbuttoning buttons. "Shit, why didn't I bring a flask," he murmurs, just generally, to the weyr. Etrevth is focused on the moment, on the blood in his mouth and the green about to rise. He waits, wings spread and ready to launch himself the moment he sees Rillaeth do the same, even as he gulps blood down greedily.

Rillaeth finishes the herdbeast and quickly drains another wherry, then her head turns toward the weyr where her rider is. She seems to listen for a moment, then looks around her, tail lashing the ground. The reflection of interstellar space is blacker and emptier than ever as they reach toward the gathered males. << None of you will ''ever'' catch me. >> With that, she crouches down, then launches herself straight up into the sky at tremendous speed, her huge wings carrying her relatively small and slender body with effortless ease. L'sha's eyes pop open and he gasps as Rillaeth takes off. He looks at the riders around him as if noticing them for the first time, then he's lost once more to his dragon high above and climbing rapidly.

R'oan has decades of experience, so the shock of his dragon flinging himself into a flight isn't something he goes through even as he watches it in L'sha's reaction. He seems steady, almost reserved and distant, as he leans back to hold up a wall while waiting out the results, but briefly his gaze flicks upwards. Etrevth disagrees, though he does it with the purest high, his intoxicating cloud of smoke wisps in her empty space. << I will. >> Not cocky, but sure, as any dragon is when they begin. He springs into the air after her, the sleekness of his length aerodynamic despite not being able to match her speed.

Rillaeth quickly leaves the flock of chasing males far below, rising high above the tops of the Spires and still climbing. She can't help but broadcast the elation she feels at finally being able to fly as she wishes, without being told to slow down or stop showing off. L'sha revels in the feeling as well, a broad grin spreading across his face as he stares upwards.

Etrevth isn't one for tricks or showing off. He has speed and experience, but nothing so fancy to catch the green's attention during the flight, so instead he must persevere and hope he is there to catch her when she allows herself to be. R'oan watches, a quiet wall of brownrider with narrowed gaze and lingering attention on L'sha. And, briefly, a laugh might escape in a huff of breath for the young man's grin as the older (very much more jaded) man shakes his head.

L'sha hears R'oan's laugh, which snaps him out of his reverie. He looks at the older brownrider and a smirk turns one corner of his mouth up as his eyes take in the man's body. The other riders around him begin to move closer, making a loose semicircle around the young greenrider. Above, Rillaeth decides that a hundred dragonlengths is high enough and levels out. << Let's have some fun. >> She banks wide to the right, allowing the males to catch up somewhat, yet still keeping her distance. One of the faster blues banks with her as he rises, eager to prove himself.

Where he leans against the wall, his boot firmly planted on it behind him, R'oan doesn't seem to mind L'sha's attention, but nor is he one of the dragonrider's that move closer. Instead, his grey-green gaze marks his possessiveness, transfered from Etrevth, not feeling the need to make it known through his physical presence. His dragon, meanwhile, seems to share this in the link with his rider. He doesn't bank left, wheeling instead in a wider turn after the green without the sharpness. He extends his voice to Rillaeth, assuring her with the warmth of amber liquor, << This is already fun. >>

<< Honey, you ain't seen nothin' yet. >> Her wide bank suddenly turns much tighter as she doubles back. Once over the chasing males, she pulls her wings in and dives straight at them. The blue in the lead overshoots and has to make a quick turn to regain the chase, bugling in frustration. Another 'Reaches blue folds his wings and dives with her, but a brown veers away to avoid a collision with the diving green. The blue's rider shakes his head and mutters, "Stay with her, Arleteth..." L'sha closes his eyes again and once again becomes lost in the flight above, knees buckling slightly when she dives. He stands straight again, hands balling into fists as he concentrates.

Etrevth is able to dive like a stone, tucking his wings against his body and using the arrowed shape of his body to chase after the green. And somehow, this still does not prevent him from lashing out with the length of his tail at the other blue that dives with him, violence coming as easy to him as the feeling of intoxication, it seems. R'oan's eyes, briefly, leave L'sha to flick to that blue's rider, seemingly ready to stride across the weyr and get into the same show of dominance as their dragons in the air.
Once past the thick of the flock, Rillaeth pulls out of her dive and veers upward again, her agility in the air coming into play as she weaves between the chasing males as if they were standing still. She folds her wings to navigate the narrow space between a blue and brown, leaving them to scramble to not collide with each other. She passes tantalizingly close to Etrevth, then is once again out of reach with a few wingstrokes.

There is a start, briefly, from the brownrider who holds up that wall. For a second, it seems like R'oan is going to push himself away as Rillaeth comes that close to Etrevth, but then he catches himself and it gets no further than aborted movement. Etrevth does collide with another dragon while trying to twist himself to climb back upwards after the green, but he collides with claws and claws alike, and it doesn't seem to stop him in his pursuit for all that ichor falls from the slash of the other dragon's against his neck.

L'sha gasps a bit and his eyes meet R'oan's as Etrevth gets slashed, concern flashing across his face before he's lost again. Rillaeth doesn't share her rider's concern as she leaves the males blundering and crashing in her wake, bugling her joy to the sky. She turns in a wide circle around the chasers, but this time she's a bit slower, her wings beginning to labor more than previously. Her eyes whirl a deeper red into a vibrant maroon. << Let's see what you boys have got! >>

The line of R'oan's jaw tightens as his dragon is injured, though it is not the first time and unlikely to be the last. It is too lae now for cares, though, and Etrevth certainly doesn't bother with the wound, nor does he learn from it. Instead of being more careful of collisions, he moves to cut through the other chases, cut through that circle that Rillaeth makes in an attempt to get closer to the lagging green in time.

What Rillaeth has lost in speed, she maintains in quickness. Just as one of the speedier blues pulls up beside her, she darts away. That brings her within range of another 'Reaches brown, but she dances around and above him in a tricky roll maneuver. Two more blues turn on an intercept course and she backwings to avoid them, unknowingly bringing her dangerously close to Etrevth. The semicircle of riders around L'sha grows closer and he takes a step back toward the bed. His breathing is heavier now and sweat begins to roll down his face. He unconsciously fumbles at the remaining buttons of his tunic to find relief from the heat.

Etrevth takes advantage of every bit of that luck that brings Rillaeth so close. He wraps himself around her quickly, his long tail lashing around her first and the rest of his body following. Even as he does, that insubsantial, intoxicating smoke of his mind fills up hers, a high that can hardly be replicated on Pern. "Get out," R'oan practically growls to the riders that still linger, for all that they are likely to go on their own. He strips off his jacket even as he pushes away from the wall, and he yanks at the laces of his pants as he strides to claim L'sha on that bed behind him.

Rillaeth shrieks in surprise as she turns and Etrevth is suddenly ''there.'' She struggles and tries to free herself, but her tail, then the rest of her, is caught by the cunning brown. << No, no, no! You can't catch me! You can't... >> The black emptiness of her thoughts is suddenly filled with Etrevth's smoke and she relents, giving in to the brown's embrace. L'sha takes a step back, then stumbles and sits down on the bed. His eyes lock with R'oan's and he tears his shirt off, unbuckling his belt quickly. He falls back on the bed as the brownrider meets him at the bed, kicking his boots off and yanking his breeches down.

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Logs:Rillaeth's Maiden Flight

2014-04-03T01:00:27Z

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| where = High Reaches Weyr
| what = Rillaeth's Maiden Flight
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| gamedate = 2014.03.29
| quote = « None of you will ''ever'' catch me. »
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Guest Weyr, High Reaches Weyr
This broad ledge is dappled with bright light in the morning and commands a lovely view of the eastern end of the bowl, including the lake and the trees that dot the shoreline. Reached by a flight of stone steps that climb up from the bowl floor, the ledge is relatively low, an easy jump down to the ground; possibly its selection was a safety precaution, so anyone stumbling out the wrong way after a flight would be unlikely to break his or her neck. Within the weyr itself is a comfortably-sized dragon wallow, rarely used but swept clean nonetheless.

The cavern broadens as it stretches back away from the entrance to reveal a neatly made double-sized bed pushed up against the back wall, a press at its foot with an extra blanket folded on top of it and two chairs standing guard to either side of the hearth. A rectangular table lurks against the side wall, kept stocked with a pitcher of water and a basket of seasonal fruits. The weyr is well-lit and kept immaculately clean, the refreshing scents of citron-infused sweetsand mingling with the tang of herbs.
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Rillaeth has been showing signs of her readiness to mate for the last sevenday, culminating today as she's particularly moody, hissing and lashing her tail at any male who gets too close. She doesn't seem to glow like most greens, her hide remaining its usual dark forest green. The exception is the paler stripe down her midline, which pulses with a glow that travels down her body from head to tail. Towards dusk, several High Reaches males gather around her and croon to her, trying to win favor. In response, she merely launches toward the feeding grounds and takes down a wherry buck. L'sha has seen this coming, but the deep emotions still threaten to overwhelm him. He heads up to the guest weyr, the customary place for riders to gather for flights. His face flushed, he leans against a cavern wall and closes his eyes, murmuring to Rillaeth, "Blood, only blood."

Etrevth's lingered here since midday, the tiger stone brown lounging into a claimed spot in the bowl to watch this maiden green with an interest his rider hasn't displayed. At least R'oan has seemed to take it genially enough, despite that they were only here to transport records between the Weyrs, and the brownrider had retreated to get himself mildly drunk at Snowasis with his suddenly free time. It's only later in the evening, towards dusk, where Etrevth's smoke and substance invades his mind with force as Rillaeth finally launches towards the feeding grounds, that he drags himself from the bar to find the weyr that the dragonriders gather in. His silvered-green eyes slide to a woman there, coincidentally a bluerider, hopefully. His dragon doesn't make the mistake of misidentification, though. Etrevth knows who he wants, and the intoxicating sweetness of his mind is extended towards Rillaeth even as he pierces his own beast, drinking from it like an addiction.

L'sha pushes himself away from the wall with some effort and near-sleepwalks toward the back of the cavern where the large bed is. He leans against the wall there again and unbuttons the top buttons of his tunic. His breathing his heavy and a light sheen of perspiration coats his skin. His eyes meet those of the riders in the room, lingering on each one for a moment. He closes his eyes again to keep control of Rillaeth, who, having dispatched one wherry, is currently draining a herdbeast dry. Her eyes whirl deep red as they dart to each of the males around her. One of the blues gets a bit too close as he brings down a herdbeast and she shrieks at him, dragging her own beast backwards away from him. Blood gouts from the beast's neck as she lets go of it, then she clamps her jaws down on it again to drink more.

It is L'sha's movements that bring R'oan's gaze to him, and for all that his lips curve into a soft frown as he realizes--realizes, he can't tear his gaze away from the young man as he starts unbuttoning buttons. "Shit, why didn't I bring a flask," he murmurs, just generally, to the weyr. Etrevth is focused on the moment, on the blood in his mouth and the green about to rise. He waits, wings spread and ready to launch himself the moment he sees Rillaeth do the same, even as he gulps blood down greedily.

Rillaeth finishes the herdbeast and quickly drains another wherry, then her head turns toward the weyr where her rider is. She seems to listen for a moment, then looks around her, tail lashing the ground. The reflection of interstellar space is blacker and emptier than ever as they reach toward the gathered males. << None of you will ''ever'' catch me. >> With that, she crouches down, then launches herself straight up into the sky at tremendous speed, her huge wings carrying her relatively small and slender body with effortless ease. L'sha's eyes pop open and he gasps as Rillaeth takes off. He looks at the riders around him as if noticing them for the first time, then he's lost once more to his dragon high above and climbing rapidly.

R'oan has decades of experience, so the shock of his dragon flinging himself into a flight isn't something he goes through even as he watches it in L'sha's reaction. He seems steady, almost reserved and distant, as he leans back to hold up a wall while waiting out the results, but briefly his gaze flicks upwards. Etrevth disagrees, though he does it with the purest high, his intoxicating cloud of smoke wisps in her empty space. << I will. >> Not cocky, but sure, as any dragon is when they begin. He springs into the air after her, the sleekness of his length aerodynamic despite not being able to match her speed.

Rillaeth quickly leaves the flock of chasing males far below, rising high above the tops of the Spires and still climbing. She can't help but broadcast the elation she feels at finally being able to fly as she wishes, without being told to slow down or stop showing off. L'sha revels in the feeling as well, a broad grin spreading across his face as he stares upwards.

Etrevth isn't one for tricks or showing off. He has speed and experience, but nothing so fancy to catch the green's attention during the flight, so instead he must persevere and hope he is there to catch her when she allows herself to be. R'oan watches, a quiet wall of brownrider with narrowed gaze and lingering attention on L'sha. And, briefly, a laugh might escape in a huff of breath for the young man's grin as the older (very much more jaded) man shakes his head.

L'sha hears R'oan's laugh, which snaps him out of his reverie. He looks at the older brownrider and a smirk turns one corner of his mouth up as his eyes take in the man's body. The other riders around him begin to move closer, making a loose semicircle around the young greenrider. Above, Rillaeth decides that a hundred dragonlengths is high enough and levels out. << Let's have some fun. >> She banks wide to the right, allowing the males to catch up somewhat, yet still keeping her distance. One of the faster blues banks with her as he rises, eager to prove himself.

Where he leans against the wall, his boot firmly planted on it behind him, R'oan doesn't seem to mind L'sha's attention, but nor is he one of the dragonrider's that move closer. Instead, his grey-green gaze marks his possessiveness, transfered from Etrevth, not feeling the need to make it known through his physical presence. His dragon, meanwhile, seems to share this in the link with his rider. He doesn't bank left, wheeling instead in a wider turn after the green without the sharpness. He extends his voice to Rillaeth, assuring her with the warmth of amber liquor, << This is already fun. >>

<< Honey, you ain't seen nothin' yet. >> Her wide bank suddenly turns much tighter as she doubles back. Once over the chasing males, she pulls her wings in and dives straight at them. The blue in the lead overshoots and has to make a quick turn to regain the chase, bugling in frustration. Another 'Reaches blue folds his wings and dives with her, but a brown veers away to avoid a collision with the diving green. The blue's rider shakes his head and mutters, "Stay with her, Arleteth..." L'sha closes his eyes again and once again becomes lost in the flight above, knees buckling slightly when she dives. He stands straight again, hands balling into fists as he concentrates.

Etrevth is able to dive like a stone, tucking his wings against his body and using the arrowed shape of his body to chase after the green. And somehow, this still does not prevent him from lashing out with the length of his tail at the other blue that dives with him, violence coming as easy to him as the feeling of intoxication, it seems. R'oan's eyes, briefly, leave L'sha to flick to that blue's rider, seemingly ready to stride across the weyr and get into the same show of dominance as their dragons in the air.
Once past the thick of the flock, Rillaeth pulls out of her dive and veers upward again, her agility in the air coming into play as she weaves between the chasing males as if they were standing still. She folds her wings to navigate the narrow space between a blue and brown, leaving them to scramble to not collide with each other. She passes tantalizingly close to Etrevth, then is once again out of reach with a few wingstrokes.

There is a start, briefly, from the brownrider who holds up that wall. For a second, it seems like R'oan is going to push himself away as Rillaeth comes that close to Etrevth, but then he catches himself and it gets no further than aborted movement. Etrevth does collide with another dragon while trying to twist himself to climb back upwards after the green, but he collides with claws and claws alike, and it doesn't seem to stop him in his pursuit for all that ichor falls from the slash of the other dragon's against his neck.

L'sha gasps a bit and his eyes meet R'oan's as Etrevth gets slashed, concern flashing across his face before he's lost again. Rillaeth doesn't share her rider's concern as she leaves the males blundering and crashing in her wake, bugling her joy to the sky. She turns in a wide circle around the chasers, but this time she's a bit slower, her wings beginning to labor more than previously. Her eyes whirl a deeper red into a vibrant maroon. << Let's see what you boys have got! >>

The line of R'oan's jaw tightens as his dragon is injured, though it is not the first time and unlikely to be the last. It is too lae now for cares, though, and Etrevth certainly doesn't bother with the wound, nor does he learn from it. Instead of being more careful of collisions, he moves to cut through the other chases, cut through that circle that Rillaeth makes in an attempt to get closer to the lagging green in time.

What Rillaeth has lost in speed, she maintains in quickness. Just as one of the speedier blues pulls up beside her, she darts away. That brings her within range of another 'Reaches brown, but she dances around and above him in a tricky roll maneuver. Two more blues turn on an intercept course and she backwings to avoid them, unknowingly bringing her dangerously close to Etrevth. The semicircle of riders around L'sha grows closer and he takes a step back toward the bed. His breathing is heavier now and sweat begins to roll down his face. He unconsciously fumbles at the remaining buttons of his tunic to find relief from the heat.

Etrevth takes advantage of every bit of that luck that brings Rillaeth so close. He wraps himself around her quickly, his long tail lashing around her first and the rest of his body following. Even as he does, that insubsantial, intoxicating smoke of his mind fills up hers, a high that can hardly be replicated on Pern. "Get out," R'oan practically growls to the riders that still linger, for all that they are likely to go on their own. He strips off his jacket even as he pushes away from the wall, and he yanks at the laces of his pants as he strides to claim L'sha on that bed behind him.

Rillaeth shrieks in surprise as she turns and Etrevth is suddenly ''there.'' She struggles and tries to free herself, but her tail, then the rest of her, is caught by the cunning brown. << No, no, no! You can't catch me! You can't... >> The black emptiness of her thoughts is suddenly filled with Etrevth's smoke and she relents, giving in to the brown's embrace. L'sha takes a step back, then stumbles and sits down on the bed. His eyes lock with R'oan's and he tears his shirt off, unbuckling his belt quickly. He falls back on the bed as the brownrider meets him at the bed, kicking his boots off and yanking his breeches down.

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Logs:Eggs Over Uneasy

2014-02-06T02:37:15Z

Lansha: Created page with "{{ Log | who = L'sha, E'ten | where = Galleries, Fort Weyr | what = L'sha visits Fort to take a look at their eggs and meets a Fort bronzerider. The eggs' colors are a bit off..."

{{ Log
| who = L'sha, E'ten
| where = Galleries, Fort Weyr
| what = L'sha visits Fort to take a look at their eggs and meets a Fort bronzerider. The eggs' colors are a bit off-putting, though.
| when = Day 27, Month 12, Turn 33 of Interval 10
| gamedate = 2014.02.04
| quote =
| weather =
| categories = Clutch 35
| mentions = A'rist
| ooc =
| icons = l'sha L'sha1.jpg
| log =
Galleries, Fort Weyr
The entrance to the sands and galleries alike is little more than an archway and a section of flat stone before it
dissolves into the sands proper. Although it's warm here, it's not nearly as hot as the sands themselves are. To the right is a
broad pathway leading to the stands, with a set of stairs leading up one side all the way to the upper tiers. Also visible from
here is an odd engraving on the wall -- an etching that details the rotation of the Red Star.

Lined along the right-hand side of the hatching cavern are the galleries, the seats carved from the stone wall and stacked
backward to allow observers the best view possible of the golden sands. Those at the bottom are protected from wayward dragonets by
a railing, while dignitaries from outside the Weyr -- Lord Holders, other Weyrleaders, Craftmasters and their ilk -- have a
specially designated spectator's box at the topmost row. There are three separate flights of stairs leading into the galleries,
with one near the entrance, another set in the middle, and a flight at the northernmost end.
----
L'sha sits in the gallery closest to the sands, leaning way over to rest against the railing. His elbows and forearms are folded
over each other on the railing and his chin rests on his right forearm. He gazes out at the eggs on the sand, oblivious to his
surroundings.

E'ten makes his way into the galleries in the company of a tiny green tucked underneath the collar of bronzerider's chattering away
in querious chirps before cutting off abruptly. "Can you understand what she's saying because I can't." Muttered underneath his
breath, his attention might be for the unseen half of the pair. Entering the galleries, his attention finally lifts towards the
direction of the eggs and the railing. Pausing because he had intended something different, the man's steps change as he approaches
the visiting rider. Different because he simply can't place the appearance, fingers lifting to his brow in a brief salute. "Fort's
duties, greenrider."

L'sha doesn't notice the bronzerider's entry at first, absorbed as he is in the clutch. When the man speaks, he starts slightly and
turns his head quickly towards the sound of the voice. "Oh! Sorry, didn't see you there." He returns the salute crisply. "High
Reaches' duty to Fort, bronzerider. I'm L'sha, green Rillaeth's. Newly graduated senior weyrling. I thought I'd come to take a look
at your clutch. I always love watching eggs."

"E'ten, bronze Adiulth's. This is Seaspray," he notes by gesturing to the green whose eyes peek out from underneath the collar as
she inches close to the human's neck. Looking. Observing. Seeing that this new person poses no immediate threat, she steps out a
little more to be seen with a brief chirp. Hello. "Well met, L'sha. And welcome. Is this your first time to Fort since becoming a
graduated rider," he asks, turning to lean along the railing companionably.

L'sha grins and wiggles his fingers at the little green. "Hi, Seaspray! She's beautiful. And tiny! Did she just hatch?" His eyes
meet the firelizard's, then they lift to E'ten's. "Thank you! I've been here a few times on between training. Last time, I visited
A'rist when he was here after he lost a flight." His mouth twists wryly. "He was recuperating here for a while after his Lythronath
got wounded. He got into it with another bronze." His eyes briefly flick down, almost imperceptibly, to get a better look at E'ten,
then he turns back to the sands just as quickly. "This is an...interesting clutch you have here. Can't say I'm in love with the
colors, though. Except the gold, of course, it's gorgeous!"

"Just because it's gold, don't even believe that it might be a gold. Unless, she's fiercely protecting it," E'ten remarks, lifting
a finger up for Seaspray to brush one cheek against. "She's newly hatched and reminds me of the time Adiulth was just a hatchling
himself... but less to oil and feed," he notes with a brief smirk crossing his lips as the firelizard finds herself confused and
somewhere there's a mental snort of a draconic sort. Sobering a touch at the mention of flights, he notes with a touch of
seriousness, "I can't tell you why some of the mating flights have been violent lately. It's a trend that I've seen and it's very
unfortunate. But it could always be worse."

L'sha turns back to grin brilliantly at the little green again. "She's adorable. I'll have to find myself a clutch one of these
days. And, well, there's going to be violence when Lythronath is involved. Hate to say it, but it's a fact. It's not his fault,
he's just...very instinctive. Rillaeth and I were nearly on the wrong end of his talons, once. I hope it doesn't happen again if he
chases her when she rises. Which shouldn't be too far off, now, I think." He meets E'ten's eyes again, briefly, then turns back to
the clutch. "I don't know, I don't like to say this about eggs, but there's something...uneasy about these eggs. Can't put my
finger on it. Just an odd feeling when I look at them. Maybe I'm imagining it."

E'ten hms partially in query, voice lilting slightly as he does so. "Something odd about them? Well, I haven't spent that much time
here in the galleries to get a feel for them. That may be something to keep an eye on, but the parents are very stable
personalities," he remarks thoughtfully while the firelizard heads back to the confines of the collar for stability. "I think that
Adiulth might be well to avoid some flights for now, if that's the trend."

L'sha shrugs. "Oh, I doubt there's anything wrong with the hatchlings, just something about the colors, I guess. I'm sure they'll
be just lovely. And I hope there's a new gold for you!" He stands and brushes himself off, as if he'd been there long enough for
dust to gather, then turns to the bronzerider. "Well, that'd be a shame if he had to avoid flights. Hopefully the trend will
reverse. It's getting late, I'd better get back to the Reaches. Nice to meet you, E'ten." He leans forward a bit and whispers
towards the rider's collar, "You too, Seaspray!" He straightens up and grins. "See you around."

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Logs:L'sha's Turnday Party

2014-01-23T01:56:13Z

Lansha: Ghena chats with L'sha at his Turnday Party

{{ Log
| who = L'sha, Ghena
| where = Inner Serenity Weyr, High Reaches Weyr
| what = L'sha's Turnday Party
| when = Day 24, Month 10, Turn 33 of Interval 10
| gamedate = 2014.01.16
| quote =
| weather =
| categories = Clutch 35
| mentions = G'laer, K'zin, Nita
| ooc =
| icons = ghena.jpg, l'sha L'sha1.jpg
| log =
'''Inner Serenity Weyr, High Reaches Weyr

''The inner room is curtained off with a fine tapestry of High Reaches Weyr and the surrounding mountains. Behind the hanging are only a few sparse furniture pieces. A stone ledge has been carved into a rough bed, made comfortable by the generous application of sleeping furs and a fluffy pillow. At the bed's foot is the clothes press, also stone; an alcove with an iron rail across the top provides a space to hang up a few items. To better insulate the weyr, a few more tapestries adorn the wall, each depicting an idyllic scene of the natural world: woods, waterfall, fields, and beaches. Several sheets of multicolored, translucent fabric have been hung from a central point on the ceiling and glows hung behind them to throw soft, pleasant light about the weyr. The soothing pastels and muted shades deepens the sense of peacefulness and calm about the space.
----

It's a party! It's nowhere near the raucous rager that K'zin's party was a few weeks ago, but a more subdued affair. The attendees are much younger as well, for the most part made up of some of L'sha's old weyrbrat friends, his clutchmates and even a few of the senior weyrling class. They're lounging about the weyr on sparse furniture or on cushions and pillows on the floor or standing in small groups and chatting. Several plates of snacks can be found around the cavern on small tables, loaded with cheese and crackers, fruits and vegetables, spiderclaws, pastries and the like. L'sha flits from one group to another, chatting and laughing, making sure everyone is having a good time.

Ghena lurks, well she doesn't so much lurk as much as she has a plate, a drink and a spot in which to comsume both rapidly. "Happy Turnday L'sha!" She calls presumably when the guy passes, otherwise occupied by delicious delicious food.

Oh yes, and the wine. A few skins are being passed around, but L'sha is vigilantly watching them and the weyrlings to keep them under their limit. Of course, that doesn't mean he can't have a glass or two. He turns and grins as he sees Ghena. "Sweetie, you came! Thank you so much." He opens his arms to offer a hug to the bluerider, or at least attempt one while holding a glass.

Ghena laughs, at least attempts too before she realizes her mouth is full. Swallowing with a wash of something that might be wine she smiles. "Of course, Turndays things worth celebrating, and come on, We both know you would make sure the food was good." Grinning mischeviously.

L'sha makes a couple of awkward attempts to hug Ghena, what with both of her hands and one of his occupied with wine and food. He eventually makes a one-armed embrace, the other arm holding his wineglass high above his head. He's looking quite done-up tonight, wearing a loose-fitting shirt of a shimmery green material and black wherhide breeches and boots. He waves a hand about the weyr. "So what do you think of my new place?"

Ghena grins, "Well you've done more with yours than I did with mine. One would think it a fine lair." Insert eyebrow waggle. "How old are you anyway?"

L'sha looks around at the hangings above. "Well, the tapestries were already here, all I did was add a few more tables and chairs, and the hangings. Rillaeth picked out the colors." He grins. "She has quite an eye for color. Today I Turn seventeen!" One of the partygoers calls out, "Many happy returns!" L'sha blows him a kiss.

Ghena sighs, "And your taller than I am too now. Geesh. It seems like when we all started this thing I was towering over all the guys save G'laer. now look at me." It's not quite a pout, "Given any thought to what wing your going to go with?"

L'sha grins and sips his wine, then raises his hand to the top of his head, then moves it in a level line over Ghena's. "Still got a few inches on you." He thinks about the wings for a moment, "Hmm, I don't know, really. Avalanche seems nice. Haven't given it much thought, though. I should talk to some of the riders in other wings, see what they're like. 'Course, I doubt I'd fit in with some wings, like Glacier or Alpine. Glacier seems more G'laer's style."

Ghena rolls her shoulders. "Glacier seems a bit rough and tumble, I'm supposed to get an introduction to Avalance at some point. I don't know though, maybe I'll get a better feel for it once were flying with them."

L'sha nods and begins to stroll about the weyr alongside Ghena, occasionally stopping to chat with his guests. "Avalanche is a bit more laid-back, but some of the maneuvers I've seen them do are amazing. Really precise. I think Rillaeth's style would fit in well there."

Ghena hms. Downing the last of her food. "I guess that gives us something to look forward to. I suppose we'll see if anyone wants Me and Knioth after." She sighs, "Knioth's getting itchy again. I better go give him another coat of oil." Grumbling when there's all this good food and drink too. "Maybe I should let him itch."

L'sha grins as he wanders into a section bathed in pale blue light. "Well, I think any wing would be glad to have you and Knioth." His voice is sympathetic at the mention of an itchy Knioth, "Oh, really? Well, I don't want him to itch. But I want you to stay at my party! Such a dilemma!"

Ghena laughs, "He really shouldn't be itching I oiled him twice today. I think he may just be a little self consious around all the other dragons." Itchy Itchy itchy. "Or not. Mm, Tell you what, I'll make it up to you, and bring you a turnday present or something?"

L'sha makes a mock-pouty face. "Must you? Oh, if you insist. I don't want Knioth to itch. And you don't have to give me any presents! Just go take care of your dragon. Maybe you can come back later?" He leans over to whisper in Ghena's ear. "I saw Nita earlier and she was asking about you! And she was wearing this ''gorgeous'' dress." He winks and stands back up. "So you have some incentive!"

Ghena grins, "Knioth has enough bad ideas in his head without me giving him any. Nita's pretty cute though. I'll try to make it back. Happy birthday. You aren't allowed to get any taller ok?"

L'sha gives Ghena another hug. "Thanks! Sorry, can't obey that order. See you!" L'sha returns to his guests, particularly a rather handsome bluerider from the senior weyrling class, who approaches him to strike up a conversation. L'sha puts on his winningest smile for the young man, then turns to toss another wink at Ghena.

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Logs:First Flight

2013-12-22T02:44:37Z

Lansha:

{{ Log
| who = L'sha, L'sha{{!}}Rillaeth, J'vain
| where = The center of the Bowl
| what = L'sha and Rillaeth have their first flight, Rillaeth can't help showing off a bit.
| when = Day 4, Month 7, Turn 33 of Interval 10
| gamedate = 2013.12.10
| quote = "Can I go now, before Rillaeth explodes?"
| weather =
| categories = Vignette, Clutch 35
| mentions = Ghena
| ooc =
| icons = l'sha L'sha1.jpg, l'sha rillaeth.jpg
| log =
For once, Rillaeth was awake before her lifemate. << It's today, >> she thought. She lifted her head so that it was level with
L'sha's. She stared at him, asleep on his cot, for a full minute before she lost patience and nudged his midsection.

"Mmngah." A hand sluggishly moved to paw at her nose and pushed it away feebly, but the eyes remained closed.

Rillaeth stared again. Nudged again. This time his eyes opened a tiny crack. How humans got by with just one set of eyelids,
she'd never know.

Her wide, whirling eyes watched his slitted eyes for a few moments, then he yawned hugely and sat up on his cot, stretching his
arms as far as they could go above his head. Which, being very limber, was quite far, his arms bending behind his back at a
painful-looking angle. She sensed no pain from her lifemate, however.

"Mmmnnnh," he groaned, "Well, this is certainly quite a change. Usually it's me trying to drag ''you'' out of bed. What's the
occasion?"

<< It's today, >> Rillaeth repeated.

L'sha looked at her with a dull expression. "Huh?" It took another few seconds for realization to dawn. "Ohhhh, I get it.
You're right, today's the day!" He scritched Rillaeth's eyeridges lovingly, then leaned over to rest his forehead on top of his
lifemate's, between her eyes. "No wonder you're up so early." He stood and scratched idly at his chest. "It probably won't be
'til after lessons, though, you know."

Rillaeth's multifaceted eyes whirled in greens and blues as she watched her rider prepare for the day. << I can wait. >>

L'sha snorted. "Right. Waking me up at the crack of dawn, like that ever happens. Just don't bug me about it all day, OK?"

<< Can't make any promises, >> she replied, her usual slightly reverse-echoed touch failing to mask her amusement.

L'sha sighed and rolled his eyes. He got dressed into light exercise clothes and roused the weyrlings who hadn't yet woken, then
walked out to the morning calisthenics area. "Well, at least we'll be on time for once," he murmured to Rillaeth, then began the
morning ritual of the roll call, one of his new duties as this month's wingleader.

The morning passed in the same routine the pair and the rest of the weyrlings had fallen into in their fourth month of training,
though he was exhausted after his laps, as if someone stuffed an extra firestone chunk into the sack he carried. That little
"gift" left him sore and grumbling all day. Retaliation for his leadership style, perhaps? He shook his head and put it out of
his mind.

Rillaeth's behavior didn't assuage his soreness. She didn't necessarily ''say'' anything, but she just ''stared'' at
him all day. She ate lightly that day, just a wherry, as she didn't want to be weighed down. She was hungry, but she resisted
eating more.

After lessons, he and Rillaeth met J'vain in the center of the bowl, while the other weyrlings enjoyed some free time.
As wingleader, he was allowed to fly mounted a full week before the rest of the class so that they'd be able to be present at their fellow
weyrlings' first flights without being preoccupied by their own flight. He nodded and began to buckle Rillaeth's straps on,
positioning the seat between the two neckridges just above her shoulders. He could feel her excitement growing, almost like an
electric current running through her entire body.

He chuckled. "Calm down, sweetie, we'll get up in the air soon enough. I'm excited too, you know. I've been waiting for this
since the first time I saw you on the sands."

<< Easy for you to say. You don't have wings you haven't used yet, >> She retorted.

L'sha shook his head and grinned. "You've flown before." He checked and re-checked the straps, looking for any imperfections in
the leather, tightening a bit here and there. Stirrups, check. Chest strap, check. Safety straps, check
(hopefully ''those'' won't be needed). "Not too tight on you, is it? Nothing chafing?"

<< It's not the same. Flying alone is fun, but we're meant to fly ''together''. And no, the straps are fine, will you stop
fidgeting with them? >> she swung her head around to glare at her lifemate, eyes whirling an impatient shade of yellow.

"Okay, okay! Just making sure everything's good! Okay, here we go." He took a deep breath, adjusting his riding leathers, helmet
and goggles, then walked around to Rillaeth's left foreleg. He grabbed the mounting loop on the straps with both hands, then
placed his booted right foot on top of her proffered left forearm. Rillaeth lifted him up easily as he slid his left foot into the
stirrup, then switched his grip to one of her neckridges, swinging his right leg up and over her back. He planted his other foot
into the stirrup and clipped the harnessing straps onto his belt.

"Whoah," he said, as Rillaeth stood on all fours. He took a moment to look around at the view from atop Rillaeth. His heart
started to beat faster. He felt Rillaeth breathing beneath him through his legs, which was also quickening as she became even more
excited. Just sitting here atop her, strapped in, was exhilarating. This was by no means his first ride a-dragonback, but this was
something different, something ''special''.

J'vain walked in a half-circle widdershins around to Rillaeth's right flank. His tone was almost bored, in contrast to the
weyrling's growing excitement. "How's it feel up there, you comfortable?"

L'sha couldn't wipe the grin off his face if he tried. "Feels great! Yes, comfortable."

The bluerider grinned. "All right then. So, think you're ready?"

L'sha's reply was immediate and urgent. "Yes, yes, please, can I go now, before Rillaeth explodes?"

J'vain chuckled. "Okay, now when you take off, Rillaeth will go off at full gallop and get airborne, just like in unmounted
flight. L'sha, you crouch down low as you can and...well, hang on for dear life. One lap around the bowl and then land. No more than two lengths off the ground."

L'sha nodded and grinned. "Yes, sir!" Rillaeth bugled loudly in anticipation and trotted over to an empty area of the bowl to get
enough room for takeoff. She paused a moment, then turned so that she was facing into the wind. Quarizath ambled out of the green's way, rumbling encouragement to her.

<< Ready? >> She reared back on her haunches, leg muscles bunched like a coiled spring and wings unfurled to their widest.

L'sha closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, reaching deeply through the link he shared with Rillaeth. He felt the air currents and wind direction over her hide, the powerful muscles in her legs and wings, preparing himself for the ride, then opened his eyes. "Ready!" He crouched down as low as he could, gloved hands gripping the straps as tight as he could, steeling himself.

Rillaeth's acceleration was explosive as she surged forward as fast as she could. After a dragonlength, she brought her wings down, sweeping a huge volume of air downward, then partially folded them for the upstroke. Her legs pumped furiously, still accelerating as her wings swept down twice, then thrice. On the fourth downstroke, she was airborne.

J'vain wasn't kidding about hanging on for dear life. He was bucked and thrown around so violently on Rillaeth's back that he nearly lost his grip and might have fallen off if he weren't strapped in. On the third downstroke, he felt a strong upward acceleration and suddenly felt much heavier. Then, they were off the ground and the bucking from Rillaeth's legs vanished, though the upward force continued. L'sha sat up straighter and his mouth fell open, momentarily stunned. Then he barked out a sharp laugh and a whoop of sheer ecstasy.

Rillaeth returned her lifemate's whoop with a brassy bugle of her own, then her wingbeats stopped and she spread her wings wide to soar for a few lengths. She felt his exhilaration and basked in it like heat from the sun, then resumed her wingbeats. Her touch, reflecting the void of deep space but oddly reassuring at the same time, reached to her rider. << Turning now, hang on. >> Short and to the point as ever.

Even through the leather earflaps of his helmet, the roar of the wind in his ears was almost deafening and it buffetted his face and chest. Good thing he could hear Rillaeth in his head, because he sure wouldn't be able to hear anything else. He nodded as she relayed her next action to him and crouched low again. He leaned with her turn, tilting his head to try and keep it upright and level so he could keep his bearings.

Rillaeth's wings beat strongly and smoothly as she adjusted to the turn. As she came around and leveled off, L' sha straightened up again. He turned his head as they approached the landing and saw J'vain and Quarizath in closer view, when a moment ago they were almost specks. His mood dipped a bit, since that meant that the ride was coming to an end. Rillaeth must have sensed it and decided on one last bit of fun, suddenly climbing another length.

"Whoah, whoah, stay below two lengths!" L'sha hung on as she climbed, then just as suddenly started a long, soaring descent. L'sha felt about to rise off of Rillaeth's back the at the top of the arc, then crouched low as they accelerated and descended, the wind roaring even louder around him. "Slow down, slow down!"

Rillaeth gleefully called out, << Coming in for a landing! >> She did as instructed, however, tilting her wings forward to act as an airbrake. When they neared the ground where J'vain and Quarizath waited, she began to backwing, slowing even further. Her hindlegs lowered and she landed with a single hop, then touched down with her forelimbs.

L'sha sat motionless between Rillaeth's neckridges for a moment, stunned, then came back down to earth and began unbuckling his straps with hands trembling from adrenaline. He wrapped his arms as far as they could go around Rillaeth's neck and hugged. "That was ''wonderful''! I love you ''so much''! Grinning, he slowly dismounted, finding that his legs were shaking slightly as well, and hopped down the last few feet to the ground.

J'vain's face was impassive and his single hand rested on his hip. He glared at the weyrling enough to spoil the boy's mood. "What did I say? ''Two lengths.'' Did you not hear me?"

L'sha grimaced in embarrassment. "Sorry, J'vain, she did it before I could react. Guess I was too wrapped up in it." He grinned sheepishly.

J'vain snorted. "That can get you killed, you know. ''Pay attention'' next time. Speaking of which, I want you here same time tomorrow. Dismissed." He walked back to Quarizath, who rumbled to Rillaeth. << You flew very well, but ''listen'' to J'vain next time. >>

Rillaeth crooned back to Quarizath and preened, smoothing her wings out prettily. << Thank you! Sorry, just wanted a bit of fun. >> She swung her head around on her sinuous neck to nudge her rider gently.

L'sha saluted J'vain as he left, then cradled his lifemate's head gently, resting his head against hers. "I could float home. Wish I could feel like this forever." He and Rillaeth walked back into the Weyr side-by-side. His fellow weyrlings caught him staring at nothing a few times with a slightly dazed look on his face at dinner.

That night, he drifted off to dreams of flying, a serene smile spread across his face.

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Logs:First Flight

2013-12-21T03:36:06Z

Lansha:

{{ Log
| who = L'sha, L'sha{{!}}Rillaeth, J'vain
| where = A field near the Stables.
| what = L'sha's first mounted flight with Rillaeth
| when = Day 4, Month 7, Turn 33 of Interval 100
| gamedate = 2013.12.14
| quote = "Can I go now, before Rillaeth explodes?"
| weather =
| categories = Vignette, Clutch 35
| mentions = Ghena
| ooc =
| icons = l'sha L'sha1.jpg, l'sha rillaeth.jpg
| log =
For once, Rillaeth was awake before her lifemate. << It's today, >> she thought. She lifted her head so that it was level with
L'sha's. She stared at him, asleep on his cot, for a full minute before she lost patience and nudged his midsection.

"Mmngah." A hand sluggishly moved to paw at her nose and pushed it away feebly, but the eyes remained closed.

Rillaeth stared again. Nudged again. This time his eyes opened a tiny crack. How humans got by with just one set of eyelids,
she'd never know.

Her wide, whirling eyes watched his slitted eyes for a few moments, then he yawned hugely and sat up on his cot, stretching his
arms as far as they could go above his head. Which, being very limber, was quite far, his arms bending behind his back at a
painful-looking angle. She sensed no pain from her lifemate, however.

"Mmmnnnh," he groaned, "Well, this is certainly quite a change. Usually it's me trying to drag ''you'' out of bed. What's the
occasion?"

<< It's today, >> Rillaeth repeated.

L'sha looked at her with a dull expression. "Huh?" It took another few seconds for realization to dawn. "Ohhhh, I get it.
You're right, today's the day!" He scritched Rillaeth's eyeridges lovingly, then leaned over to rest his forehead on top of his
lifemate's, between her eyes. "No wonder you're up so early." He stood and scratched idly at his chest. "It probably won't be
'til after lessons, though, you know."

Rillaeth's multifaceted eyes whirled in greens and blues as she watched her rider prepare for the day. << I can wait. >>

L'sha snorted. "Right. Waking me up at the crack of dawn, like that ever happens. Just don't bug me about it all day, OK?"

<< Can't make any promises, >> she replied, her usual slightly reverse-echoed touch failing to mask her amusement.

L'sha sighed and rolled his eyes. He got dressed into light exercise clothes and roused the weyrlings who hadn't yet woken, then
walked out to the morning calisthenics area. "Well, at least we'll be on time for once," he murmured to Rillaeth, then began the
morning ritual of the roll call, one of his new duties as this month's wingleader.

The morning passed in the same routine the pair and the rest of the weyrlings had fallen into in their fourth month of training,
though he was exhausted after his laps, as if someone stuffed an extra firestone chunk into the sack he carried. That little
"gift" left him sore and grumbling all day. Retaliation for his leadership style, perhaps? He shook his head and put it out of
his mind.

Rillaeth's behavior didn't assuage his soreness. She didn't necessarily ''say'' anything, but she just ''stared'' at
him all day. She ate lightly that day, just a wherry, as she didn't want to be weighed down. She was hungry, but she resisted
eating more.

After lessons, he and Rillaeth met J'vain in the center of the bowl, while the other weyrlings enjoyed some free time.
As wingleader, he was allowed to fly mounted a full week before the rest of the class so that they'd be able to be present at their fellow
weyrlings' first flights without being preoccupied by their own flight. He nodded and began to buckle Rillaeth's straps on,
positioning the seat between the two neckridges just above her shoulders. He could feel her excitement growing, almost like an
electric current running through her entire body.

He chuckled. "Calm down, sweetie, we'll get up in the air soon enough. I'm excited too, you know. I've been waiting for this
since the first time I saw you on the sands."

<< Easy for you to say. You don't have wings you haven't used yet, >> She retorted.

L'sha shook his head and grinned. "You've flown before." He checked and re-checked the straps, looking for any imperfections in
the leather, tightening a bit here and there. Saddle, check. Stirrups, check. Chest strap, check. Safety straps, check
(hopefully ''those'' won't be needed). "Not too tight on you, is it? Nothing chafing?"

<< It's not the same. Flying alone is fun, but we're meant to fly ''together''. And no, the straps are fine, will you stop
fidgeting with them? >> she swung her head around to glare at her lifemate, eyes whirling an impatient shade of yellow.

"Okay, okay! Just making sure everything's good! Okay, here we go." He took a deep breath, adjusting his riding leathers, helmet
and goggles, then walked around to Rillaeth's left foreleg. He grabbed the mounting loop on the straps with both hands, then
placed his booted right foot on top of her proffered left forearm. Rillaeth lifted him up easily as he slid his left foot into the
stirrup, then switched his grip to the horn of the saddle, swinging his right leg up and over her back. He planted his other foot
into the stirrup and clipped the harnessing straps onto his belt.

"Whoah," he said, as Rillaeth stood on all fours. He took a moment to look around at the view from atop Rillaeth. His heart
started to beat faster. He felt Rillaeth breathing beneath him through his legs, which was also quickening as she became even more
excited. Just sitting here atop her, strapped in, was exhilarating. This was by no means his first ride a-dragonback, but this was
something different, something ''special''.

J'vain walked in a half-circle widdershins around to Rillaeth's right flank. His tone was almost bored, in contrast to the
weyrling's growing excitement. "How's it feel up there, you comfortable?"

L'sha couldn't wipe the grin off his face if he tried. "Feels great! Yes, comfortable."

The bluerider grinned. "All right then. So, think you're ready?"

L'sha's reply was immediate and urgent. "Yes, yes, please, can I go now, before Rillaeth explodes?"

J'vain chuckled. "Okay, now when you take off, Rillaeth will go off at full gallop and get airborne, just like in unmounted
flight. L'sha, you crouch down low as you can and...well, hang on for dear life. One lap around the bowl and then land. No more than two lengths off the ground."

L'sha nodded and grinned. "Yes, sir!" Rillaeth bugled loudly in anticipation and trotted over to an empty area of the bowl to get
enough room for takeoff. She paused a moment, then turned so that she was facing into the wind. Quarzith ambled out of the green's way, rumbling encouragement to her.

<< Ready? >> She reared back on her haunches, leg muscles bunched like a coiled spring and wings unfurled to their widest.

L'sha closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, reaching deeply through the link he shared with Rillaeth. He felt the air currents and wind direction over her hide, the powerful muscles in her legs and wings, preparing himself for the ride, then opened his eyes. "Ready!" He crouched down as low as he could, gloved hands gripping the saddle as tight as he could, steeling himself.

Rillaeth's acceleration was explosive as she surged forward as fast as she could. After a dragonlength, she brought her wings down, sweeping a huge volume of air downward, then partially folded them for the upstroke. Her legs pumped furiously, still accelerating as her wings swept down twice, then thrice. On the fourth downstroke, she was airborne.

J'vain wasn't kidding about hanging on for dear life. He was bucked and thrown around so violently on Rillaeth's back that he nearly lost his grip and might have fallen off if he weren't strapped in. On the third downstroke, he felt a strong upward acceleration and suddenly felt much heavier. Then, they were off the ground and the bucking from Rillaeth's legs vanished, though the upward force continued. L'sha sat up straighter on the saddle and his mouth fell open, momentarily stunned. Then he barked out a sharp laugh and a whoop of sheer ecstasy.

Rillaeth returned her lifemate's whoop with a brassy bugle of her own, then her wingbeats stopped and she spread her wings wide to soar for a few lengths. She felt his exhilaration and basked in it like heat from the sun, then resumed her wingbeats. Her touch, reflecting the void of deep space but oddly reassuring at the same time, reached to her rider. << Turning now, hang on. >> Short and to the point as ever.

Even through the leather earflaps of his helmet, the roar of the wind in his ears was almost deafening and it buffetted his face and chest. Good thing he could hear Rillaeth in his head, because he sure wouldn't be able to hear anything else. He nodded as she relayed her next action to him and crouched low again on the saddle. He leaned with her turn, tilting his head to try and keep it upright and level so he could keep his bearings.

Rillaeth's wings beat strongly and smoothly as she adjusted to the turn. As she came around and leveled off, L' sha straightened up again. He turned his head as they approached the landing and saw J'vain and Quarzith in closer view, when a moment ago they were almost specks. His mood dipped a bit, since that meant that the ride was coming to an end. Rillaeth must have sensed it and decided on one last bit of fun, suddenly climbing another length.

"Whoah, whoah, stay below two lengths!" L'sha hung on as she climbed, then just as suddenly started a long, soaring descent. L'sha felt about to rise off the saddle at the top of the arc, then crouched low as they accelerated and descended, the wind roaring even louder around him. "Slow down, slow down!"

Rillaeth gleefully called out, << Coming in for a landing! >> She did as instructed, however, tilting her wings forward to act as an airbrake. When they neared the ground where J'vain and Quarzith waited, she began to backwing, slowing even further. Her hindlegs lowered and she landed with a single hop, then touched down with her forelimbs.

L'sha sat in the saddle for a moment, stunned, then came back down to earth and began unbuckling his straps with hands trembling from adrenaline. He wrapped his arms as far as they could go around Rillaeth's neck and hugged. "That was ''wonderful''! I love you ''so much''! Grinning, he slowly dismounted, finding that his legs were shaking slightly as well, and hopped down the last few feet to the ground.

J'vain's face was impassive and his one hand rested on his hips, glaring at the weyrling enough to spoil the boy's mood. "What did I say? ''Two lengths.'' Did you not hear me?"

L'sha grimaced in embarrassment. "Sorry, J'vain, she did it before I could react. Guess I was too wrapped up in it." He grinned sheepishly.

J'vain snorted. "That can get you killed, you know. ''Pay attention'' next time. Speaking of which, I want you here same time tomorrow. Dismissed." He walked back to Quarzith, who rumbled to Rillaeth. << You flew very well, but ''listen'' to J'vain next time. >>

Rillaeth crooned back to Quarzith and preened, smoothing her wings out prettily. << Thank you! Sorry, just wanted a bit of fun. >> She swung her head around on her sinuous neck to nudge her rider gently.

L'sha saluted J'vain as he left, then cradled his lifemate's head gently, resting his head against hers. "I could float home. Wish I could feel like this forever." He and Rillaeth walked back into the Weyr side-by-side. His fellow weyrlings caught him staring at nothing a few times with a slightly dazed look on his face at dinner.

That night, he drifted off to dreams of flying, a serene smile spread across his face.

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Logs:First Flight

2013-12-18T01:39:03Z

Lansha:

{{ Log
| who = L'sha, L'sha{{!}}Rillaeth, J'vain
| where = A field near the Stables.
| what = L'sha's first mounted flight with Rillaeth
| when = Day 10, Month 7, Turn 33 of Interval 100
| gamedate = 2013.12.14
| quote = "Can I go now, before Rillaeth explodes?"
| weather =
| categories = Vignette, Clutch 35
| mentions = Ghena
| ooc =
| icons = l'sha L'sha1.jpg, l'sha rillaeth.jpg
| log =
For once, Rillaeth was awake before her lifemate. << It's today, >> she thought. She lifted her head so that it was level with
L'sha's. She stared at him, asleep on his cot, for a full minute before she lost patience and nudged his midsection.

"Mmngah." A hand sluggishly moved to paw at her nose and pushed it away feebly, but the eyes remained closed.

Rillaeth stared again. Nudged again. This time his eyes opened a tiny crack. How humans got by with just one set of eyelids,
she'd never know.

Her wide, whirling eyes watched his slitted eyes for a few moments, then he yawned hugely and sat up on his cot, stretching his
arms as far as they could go above his head. Which, being very limber, was quite far, his arms bending behind his back at a
painful-looking angle. She sensed no pain from her lifemate, however.

"Mmmnnnh," he groaned, "Well, this is certainly quite a change. Usually it's me trying to drag ''you'' out of bed. What's the
occasion?"

<< It's today, >> Rillaeth repeated.

L'sha looked at her with a dull expression. "Huh?" It took another few seconds for realization to dawn. "Ohhhh, I get it.
You're right, today's the day!" He scritched Rillaeth's eyeridges lovingly, then leaned over to rest his forehead on top of his
lifemate's, between her eyes. "No wonder you're up so early." He stood and scratched idly at his chest. "It probably won't be
'til after lessons, though, you know."

Rillaeth's multifaceted eyes whirled in greens and blues as she watched her rider prepare for the day. << I can wait. >>

L'sha snorted. "Right. Waking me up at the crack of dawn, like that ever happens. Just don't bug me about it all day, OK?"

<< Can't make any promises, >> she replied, her usual slightly reverse-echoed touch failing to mask her amusement.

L'sha sighed and rolled his eyes. He got dressed into light exercise clothes and roused the weyrlings who hadn't yet woken, then
walked out to the morning calisthenics area. "Well, at least we'll be on time for once," he murmured to Rillaeth, then began the
morning ritual of the roll call, one of his new duties as this month's wingleader.

The morning passed in the same routine the pair and the rest of the weyrlings had fallen into in their fourth month of training,
though he was exhausted after his laps, as if someone stuffed an extra firestone chunk into the sack he carried. That little
"gift" left him sore and grumbling all day. Retaliation for his leadership style, perhaps? He shook his head and put it out of
his mind.

Rillaeth's behavior didn't assuage his soreness. She didn't necessarily ''say'' anything, but she just ''stared'' at
him all day. She ate lightly that day, just a wherry, as she didn't want to be weighed down. She was hungry, but she resisted
eating more.

After lessons, he and Rillaeth met J'vain just outside the bowl near the stables, while the other weyrlings enjoyed some free time.
J'vain brought them over to the wide field that was usually used for runner exercise. "You don't want the others seein' you and
gettin' jealous," was the one-armed weyrlingmaster's explanation. As wingleader, he was allowed to fly mounted a full week before
the rest of the class in order for him to help them with their own flights. He nodded and began to buckle Rillaeth's straps on,
positioning the seat between the two neckridges just above her shoulders. He could feel her excitement growing, almost like an
electric current running through her entire body.

He chuckled. "Calm down, sweetie, we'll get up in the air soon enough. I'm excited too, you know. I've been waiting for this
since the first time I saw you on the sands."

<< Easy for you to say. You don't have wings you haven't used yet, >> She retorted.

L'sha shook his head and grinned. "You've flown before." He checked and re-checked the straps, looking for any imperfections in
the leather, tightening a bit here and there. Saddle, check. Stirrups, check. Chest strap, check. Safety straps, check
(hopefully ''those'' won't be needed). "Not too tight on you, is it? Nothing chafing?"

<< It's not the same. Flying alone is fun, but we're meant to fly ''together''. And no, the straps are fine, will you stop
fidgeting with them? >> she swung her head around to glare at her lifemate, eyes whirling an impatient shade of yellow.

"Okay, okay! Just making sure everything's good! Okay, here we go." He took a deep breath, adjusting his riding leathers, helmet
and goggles, then walked around to Rillaeth's left foreleg. He grabbed the mounting loop on the straps with both hands, then
placed his booted right foot on top of her proffered left forearm. Rillaeth lifted him up easily as he slid his left foot into the
stirrup, then switched his grip to the horn of the saddle, swinging his right leg up and over her back. He planted his other foot
into the stirrup and clipped the harnessing straps onto his belt.

"Whoah," he said, as Rillaeth stood on all fours. He took a moment to look around at the view from atop Rillaeth. His heart
started to beat faster. He felt Rillaeth breathing beneath him through his legs, which was also quickening as she became even more
excited. Just sitting here atop her, strapped in, was exhilarating. This was by no means his first ride a-dragonback, but this was
something different, something ''special''.

J'vain walked in a half-circle widdershins around to Rillaeth's right flank. His tone was almost bored, in contrast to the
weyrling's growing excitement. "How's it feel up there, you comfortable?"

L'sha couldn't wipe the grin off his face if he tried. "Feels great! Yes, comfortable."

J'vain nodded. "Okay, now, to start off, we're going to walk around the grounds here. Quarzith and I will accompany you." He
walked over to his blue and mounted him so quickly and easily that L'sha almost forgot that the older blureider only had one arm.

L'sha's face ''did'' fall a bit at that. "Uh, walk?"

Rillaeth snorted. << I am not a runner. >>

J'vain rolled his eyes as Quarzith relayed Rillaeth's comment to him. "Gotta learn to walk before you can fly, kid. Need to make
sure you get used to those straps. Don't worry, we'll be up soon enough." Quarzith started off, ambling around the field at a
leisurely pace.

Rillaeth hesitated for a moment, digging gouges in the soil with her claws in frustration, then walked along after the blue. <<
''Walking''. How ''humiliating''. >>

L'sha chuckled at his lifemate and settled himself in as Rillaeth walked beside Quarzith, feeling the slow up-and-down movements of
her shoulder muscles beneath his legs. As Rillaeth and Quarzith rounded halfway around a wide circular path, J'vain called over
to him. "Now trot!" Quarzith went from a walk to a trotting gait, and Rillaeth matched him without any prompting. This was much
rougher of a ride, his butt and spine getting jarred with each stride.

Quarzith slowed back to a walk as they completed the circle, and Rillaeth slowed to match him. J'vain called out, "How's that,
still comfortable?"

L'sha nodded. "Yes, still good. Well, the trotting wasn't exactly ''comfortable'', but the straps are good."

The bluerider grinned. "All right then. So, think you're ready?"

L'sha's reply was immediate and urgent. "Yes, yes, please, can I go now, before Rillaeth explodes?"

J'vain chuckled. "Okay, now when you take off, Rillaeth will go off at full gallop and get airborne, just like in unmounted
flight. L'sha, you crouch down low as you can and...well, hang on for dear life. One lap around the field and then land. No more than two lengths off the ground."

L'sha nodded and grinned. "Yes, sir!" Rillaeth bugled loudly in anticipation and trotted over to a far corner of the field to get
enough room for takeoff. She paused a moment, then turned so that she was facing into the wind. Quarzith ambled out of the green's way, rumbling encouragement to her.

<< Ready? >> She reared back on her haunches, leg muscles bunched like a coiled spring and wings unfurled to their widest.

L'sha closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, reaching deeply through the link he shared with Rillaeth. He felt the air currents and wind direction over her hide, the powerful muscles in her legs and wings, preparing himself for the ride, then opened his eyes. "Ready!" He crouched down as low as he could, gloved hands gripping the saddle as tight as he could, steeling himself.

Rillaeth's acceleration was explosive as she surged forward as fast as she could. After a dragonlength, she brought her wings down, sweeping a huge volume of air downward, then partially folded them for the upstroke. Her legs pumped furiously, still accelerating as her wings swept down twice, then thrice. On the fourth downstroke, she was airborne.

J'vain wasn't kidding about hanging on for dear life. He was bucked and thrown around so violently on Rillaeth's back that he nearly lost his grip and might have fallen off if he weren't strapped in. On the third downstroke, he felt a strong upward acceleration and suddenly felt much heavier. Then, they were off the ground and the bucking from Rillaeth's legs vanished, though the upward force continued. L'sha sat up straighter on the saddle and his mouth fell open, momentarily stunned. Then he barked out a sharp laugh and a whoop of sheer ecstasy.

Rillaeth returned her lifemate's whoop with a brassy bugle of her own, then her wingbeats stopped and she spread her wings wide to soar for a few lengths. She felt his exhilaration and basked in it like heat from the sun, then resumed her wingbeats. Her touch, reflecting the void of deep space but oddly reassuring at the same time, reached to her rider. << Turning now, hang on. >> Short and to the point as ever.

Even through the leather earflaps of his helmet, the roar of the wind in his ears was almost deafening and it buffetted his face and chest. Good thing he could hear Rillaeth in his head, because he sure wouldn't be able to hear anything else. He nodded as she relayed her next action to him and crouched low again on the saddle. He leaned with her turn, tilting his head to try and keep it upright and level so he could keep his bearings.

Rillaeth's wings beat strongly and smoothly as she adjusted to the turn. As she came around and leveled off, L' sha straightened up again. He turned his head and saw J'vain and Quarzith coming close as they approached for a landing, and his mood dipped a bit as the rider was coming to an end. Rillaeth must have sensed it and decided on one last bit of fun, suddenly climbing another length.

"Whoah, whoah, stay below two lengths!" L'sha hung on as she climbed, then just as suddenly started a long, soaring descent. L'sha felt about to rise off the saddle at the top of the arc, then crouched low as they descended, the wind roaring even louder around him. "Slow down, slow down!"

Rillaeth gleefully called out, << Coming in for a landing! >> She did as instructed, however, tilting her wings forward to act as an airbrake. When they neared the ground where J'vain and Quarzith waited, she began to backwing, slowing even further. Her hindlegs lowered and she landed with a single hop, then touched down with her forelimbs.

L'sha sat in the saddle for a moment, stunned, then came back down to earth and began unbuckling his straps with hands trembling from adrenaline. He wrapped his arms as far as they could go around Rillaeth's neck and hugged. "That was ''wonderful''! I love you ''so much''! Grinning, he slowly dismounted, finding that his legs were shaking slightly as well, and hopped down the last few feet to the ground.

J'vain's face was impassive and his one hand rested on his hips, glaring at the weyrling enough to spoil the boy's mood. "What did I say? ''Two lengths.'' Did you not hear me?"

L'sha grimaced in embarrassment. "Sorry, J'vain, she did it before I could react. Guess I was too wrapped up in it." He grinned sheepishly.

J'vain snorted. "That can get you killed, you know. ''Pay attention'' next time. Speaking of which, I want you here same time tomorrow. Dismissed." He walked back to Quarzith, who rumbled to Rillaeth. << You flew very well, but ''listen'' to J'vain next time. >>

Rillaeth crooned back to Quarzith and preened, smoothing her wings out prettily. << Thank you! Sorry, just wanted a bit of fun. >> She swung her head around on her sinuous neck to nudge her rider gently.

L'sha saluted J'vain as he left, then cradled his lifemate's head gently, resting his head against hers. "I could float home. Wish I could feel like this forever." He and Rillaeth walked back into the Weyr side-by-side. His fellow weyrlings caught him staring at nothing a few times with a slightly dazed look on his face at dinner, but fortunately, no one caught on (except Ghena, who he'd already confided in secretly).

That night, he drifted off to dreams of flying, a serene smile spread across his face.

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Logs:First Flight

2013-12-18T01:37:28Z

Lansha:

{{ Log
| who = L'sha, L'sha{{!}}Rillaeth, J'vain
| where = A field near the Stables.
| what = L'sha's first mounted flight with Rillaeth
| when = Day 10, Month 7, Turn 33 of Interval 100
| gamedate = 2013.12.14
| quote = "Can I go now, before Rillaeth explodes?"
| weather =
| categories = Flight, Weyrlings
| mentions = Ghena
| ooc =
| icons = l'sha L'sha1.jpg, l'sha rillaeth.jpg
| log =
For once, Rillaeth was awake before her lifemate. << It's today, >> she thought. She lifted her head so that it was level with
L'sha's. She stared at him, asleep on his cot, for a full minute before she lost patience and nudged his midsection.

"Mmngah." A hand sluggishly moved to paw at her nose and pushed it away feebly, but the eyes remained closed.

Rillaeth stared again. Nudged again. This time his eyes opened a tiny crack. How humans got by with just one set of eyelids,
she'd never know.

Her wide, whirling eyes watched his slitted eyes for a few moments, then he yawned hugely and sat up on his cot, stretching his
arms as far as they could go above his head. Which, being very limber, was quite far, his arms bending behind his back at a
painful-looking angle. She sensed no pain from her lifemate, however.

"Mmmnnnh," he groaned, "Well, this is certainly quite a change. Usually it's me trying to drag ''you'' out of bed. What's the
occasion?"

<< It's today, >> Rillaeth repeated.

L'sha looked at her with a dull expression. "Huh?" It took another few seconds for realization to dawn. "Ohhhh, I get it.
You're right, today's the day!" He scritched Rillaeth's eyeridges lovingly, then leaned over to rest his forehead on top of his
lifemate's, between her eyes. "No wonder you're up so early." He stood and scratched idly at his chest. "It probably won't be
'til after lessons, though, you know."

Rillaeth's multifaceted eyes whirled in greens and blues as she watched her rider prepare for the day. << I can wait. >>

L'sha snorted. "Right. Waking me up at the crack of dawn, like that ever happens. Just don't bug me about it all day, OK?"

<< Can't make any promises, >> she replied, her usual slightly reverse-echoed touch failing to mask her amusement.

L'sha sighed and rolled his eyes. He got dressed into light exercise clothes and roused the weyrlings who hadn't yet woken, then
walked out to the morning calisthenics area. "Well, at least we'll be on time for once," he murmured to Rillaeth, then began the
morning ritual of the roll call, one of his new duties as this month's wingleader.

The morning passed in the same routine the pair and the rest of the weyrlings had fallen into in their fourth month of training,
though he was exhausted after his laps, as if someone stuffed an extra firestone chunk into the sack he carried. That little
"gift" left him sore and grumbling all day. Retaliation for his leadership style, perhaps? He shook his head and put it out of
his mind.

Rillaeth's behavior didn't assuage his soreness. She didn't necessarily ''say'' anything, but she just ''stared'' at
him all day. She ate lightly that day, just a wherry, as she didn't want to be weighed down. She was hungry, but she resisted
eating more.

After lessons, he and Rillaeth met J'vain just outside the bowl near the stables, while the other weyrlings enjoyed some free time.
J'vain brought them over to the wide field that was usually used for runner exercise. "You don't want the others seein' you and
gettin' jealous," was the one-armed weyrlingmaster's explanation. As wingleader, he was allowed to fly mounted a full week before
the rest of the class in order for him to help them with their own flights. He nodded and began to buckle Rillaeth's straps on,
positioning the seat between the two neckridges just above her shoulders. He could feel her excitement growing, almost like an
electric current running through her entire body.

He chuckled. "Calm down, sweetie, we'll get up in the air soon enough. I'm excited too, you know. I've been waiting for this
since the first time I saw you on the sands."

<< Easy for you to say. You don't have wings you haven't used yet, >> She retorted.

L'sha shook his head and grinned. "You've flown before." He checked and re-checked the straps, looking for any imperfections in
the leather, tightening a bit here and there. Saddle, check. Stirrups, check. Chest strap, check. Safety straps, check
(hopefully ''those'' won't be needed). "Not too tight on you, is it? Nothing chafing?"

<< It's not the same. Flying alone is fun, but we're meant to fly ''together''. And no, the straps are fine, will you stop
fidgeting with them? >> she swung her head around to glare at her lifemate, eyes whirling an impatient shade of yellow.

"Okay, okay! Just making sure everything's good! Okay, here we go." He took a deep breath, adjusting his riding leathers, helmet
and goggles, then walked around to Rillaeth's left foreleg. He grabbed the mounting loop on the straps with both hands, then
placed his booted right foot on top of her proffered left forearm. Rillaeth lifted him up easily as he slid his left foot into the
stirrup, then switched his grip to the horn of the saddle, swinging his right leg up and over her back. He planted his other foot
into the stirrup and clipped the harnessing straps onto his belt.

"Whoah," he said, as Rillaeth stood on all fours. He took a moment to look around at the view from atop Rillaeth. His heart
started to beat faster. He felt Rillaeth breathing beneath him through his legs, which was also quickening as she became even more
excited. Just sitting here atop her, strapped in, was exhilarating. This was by no means his first ride a-dragonback, but this was
something different, something ''special''.

J'vain walked in a half-circle widdershins around to Rillaeth's right flank. His tone was almost bored, in contrast to the
weyrling's growing excitement. "How's it feel up there, you comfortable?"

L'sha couldn't wipe the grin off his face if he tried. "Feels great! Yes, comfortable."

J'vain nodded. "Okay, now, to start off, we're going to walk around the grounds here. Quarzith and I will accompany you." He
walked over to his blue and mounted him so quickly and easily that L'sha almost forgot that the older blureider only had one arm.

L'sha's face ''did'' fall a bit at that. "Uh, walk?"

Rillaeth snorted. << I am not a runner. >>

J'vain rolled his eyes as Quarzith relayed Rillaeth's comment to him. "Gotta learn to walk before you can fly, kid. Need to make
sure you get used to those straps. Don't worry, we'll be up soon enough." Quarzith started off, ambling around the field at a
leisurely pace.

Rillaeth hesitated for a moment, digging gouges in the soil with her claws in frustration, then walked along after the blue. <<
''Walking''. How ''humiliating''. >>

L'sha chuckled at his lifemate and settled himself in as Rillaeth walked beside Quarzith, feeling the slow up-and-down movements of
her shoulder muscles beneath his legs. As Rillaeth and Quarzith rounded halfway around a wide circular path, J'vain called over
to him. "Now trot!" Quarzith went from a walk to a trotting gait, and Rillaeth matched him without any prompting. This was much
rougher of a ride, his butt and spine getting jarred with each stride.

Quarzith slowed back to a walk as they completed the circle, and Rillaeth slowed to match him. J'vain called out, "How's that,
still comfortable?"

L'sha nodded. "Yes, still good. Well, the trotting wasn't exactly ''comfortable'', but the straps are good."

The bluerider grinned. "All right then. So, think you're ready?"

L'sha's reply was immediate and urgent. "Yes, yes, please, can I go now, before Rillaeth explodes?"

J'vain chuckled. "Okay, now when you take off, Rillaeth will go off at full gallop and get airborne, just like in unmounted
flight. L'sha, you crouch down low as you can and...well, hang on for dear life. One lap around the field and then land. No more than two lengths off the ground."

L'sha nodded and grinned. "Yes, sir!" Rillaeth bugled loudly in anticipation and trotted over to a far corner of the field to get
enough room for takeoff. She paused a moment, then turned so that she was facing into the wind. Quarzith ambled out of the green's way, rumbling encouragement to her.

<< Ready? >> She reared back on her haunches, leg muscles bunched like a coiled spring and wings unfurled to their widest.

L'sha closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, reaching deeply through the link he shared with Rillaeth. He felt the air currents and wind direction over her hide, the powerful muscles in her legs and wings, preparing himself for the ride, then opened his eyes. "Ready!" He crouched down as low as he could, gloved hands gripping the saddle as tight as he could, steeling himself.

Rillaeth's acceleration was explosive as she surged forward as fast as she could. After a dragonlength, she brought her wings down, sweeping a huge volume of air downward, then partially folded them for the upstroke. Her legs pumped furiously, still accelerating as her wings swept down twice, then thrice. On the fourth downstroke, she was airborne.

J'vain wasn't kidding about hanging on for dear life. He was bucked and thrown around so violently on Rillaeth's back that he nearly lost his grip and might have fallen off if he weren't strapped in. On the third downstroke, he felt a strong upward acceleration and suddenly felt much heavier. Then, they were off the ground and the bucking from Rillaeth's legs vanished, though the upward force continued. L'sha sat up straighter on the saddle and his mouth fell open, momentarily stunned. Then he barked out a sharp laugh and a whoop of sheer ecstasy.

Rillaeth returned her lifemate's whoop with a brassy bugle of her own, then her wingbeats stopped and she spread her wings wide to soar for a few lengths. She felt his exhilaration and basked in it like heat from the sun, then resumed her wingbeats. Her touch, reflecting the void of deep space but oddly reassuring at the same time, reached to her rider. << Turning now, hang on. >> Short and to the point as ever.

Even through the leather earflaps of his helmet, the roar of the wind in his ears was almost deafening and it buffetted his face and chest. Good thing he could hear Rillaeth in his head, because he sure wouldn't be able to hear anything else. He nodded as she relayed her next action to him and crouched low again on the saddle. He leaned with her turn, tilting his head to try and keep it upright and level so he could keep his bearings.

Rillaeth's wings beat strongly and smoothly as she adjusted to the turn. As she came around and leveled off, L' sha straightened up again. He turned his head and saw J'vain and Quarzith coming close as they approached for a landing, and his mood dipped a bit as the rider was coming to an end. Rillaeth must have sensed it and decided on one last bit of fun, suddenly climbing another length.

"Whoah, whoah, stay below two lengths!" L'sha hung on as she climbed, then just as suddenly started a long, soaring descent. L'sha felt about to rise off the saddle at the top of the arc, then crouched low as they descended, the wind roaring even louder around him. "Slow down, slow down!"

Rillaeth gleefully called out, << Coming in for a landing! >> She did as instructed, however, tilting her wings forward to act as an airbrake. When they neared the ground where J'vain and Quarzith waited, she began to backwing, slowing even further. Her hindlegs lowered and she landed with a single hop, then touched down with her forelimbs.

L'sha sat in the saddle for a moment, stunned, then came back down to earth and began unbuckling his straps with hands trembling from adrenaline. He wrapped his arms as far as they could go around Rillaeth's neck and hugged. "That was ''wonderful''! I love you ''so much''! Grinning, he slowly dismounted, finding that his legs were shaking slightly as well, and hopped down the last few feet to the ground.

J'vain's face was impassive and his one hand rested on his hips, glaring at the weyrling enough to spoil the boy's mood. "What did I say? ''Two lengths.'' Did you not hear me?"

L'sha grimaced in embarrassment. "Sorry, J'vain, she did it before I could react. Guess I was too wrapped up in it." He grinned sheepishly.

J'vain snorted. "That can get you killed, you know. ''Pay attention'' next time. Speaking of which, I want you here same time tomorrow. Dismissed." He walked back to Quarzith, who rumbled to Rillaeth. << You flew very well, but ''listen'' to J'vain next time. >>

Rillaeth crooned back to Quarzith and preened, smoothing her wings out prettily. << Thank you! Sorry, just wanted a bit of fun. >> She swung her head around on her sinuous neck to nudge her rider gently.

L'sha saluted J'vain as he left, then cradled his lifemate's head gently, resting his head against hers. "I could float home. Wish I could feel like this forever." He and Rillaeth walked back into the Weyr side-by-side. His fellow weyrlings caught him staring at nothing a few times with a slightly dazed look on his face at dinner, but fortunately, no one caught on (except Ghena, who he'd already confided in secretly).

That night, he drifted off to dreams of flying, a serene smile spread across his face.

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Logs:First Flight

2013-12-18T01:36:48Z

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| where = A field near the Stables.
| what = L'sha's first mounted flight with Rillaeth
| when = Day 10, Month 7, Turn 33 of Interval 100
| gamedate = 2013.12.14
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| mentions = Ghena
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For once, Rillaeth was awake before her lifemate. << It's today, >> she thought. She lifted her head so that it was level with
L'sha's. She stared at him, asleep on his cot, for a full minute before she lost patience and nudged his midsection.

"Mmngah." A hand sluggishly moved to paw at her nose and pushed it away feebly, but the eyes remained closed.

Rillaeth stared again. Nudged again. This time his eyes opened a tiny crack. How humans got by with just one set of eyelids,
she'd never know.

Her wide, whirling eyes watched his slitted eyes for a few moments, then he yawned hugely and sat up on his cot, stretching his
arms as far as they could go above his head. Which, being very limber, was quite far, his arms bending behind his back at a
painful-looking angle. She sensed no pain from her lifemate, however.

"Mmmnnnh," he groaned, "Well, this is certainly quite a change. Usually it's me trying to drag ''you'' out of bed. What's the
occasion?"

<< It's today, >> Rillaeth repeated.

L'sha looked at her with a dull expression. "Huh?" It took another few seconds for realization to dawn. "Ohhhh, I get it.
You're right, today's the day!" He scritched Rillaeth's eyeridges lovingly, then leaned over to rest his forehead on top of his
lifemate's, between her eyes. "No wonder you're up so early." He stood and scratched idly at his chest. "It probably won't be
'til after lessons, though, you know."

Rillaeth's multifaceted eyes whirled in greens and blues as she watched her rider prepare for the day. << I can wait. >>

L'sha snorted. "Right. Waking me up at the crack of dawn, like that ever happens. Just don't bug me about it all day, OK?"

<< Can't make any promises, >> she replied, her usual slightly reverse-echoed touch failing to mask her amusement.

L'sha sighed and rolled his eyes. He got dressed into light exercise clothes and roused the weyrlings who hadn't yet woken, then
walked out to the morning calisthenics area. "Well, at least we'll be on time for once," he murmured to Rillaeth, then began the
morning ritual of the roll call, one of his new duties as this month's wingleader.

The morning passed in the same routine the pair and the rest of the weyrlings had fallen into in their fourth month of training,
though he was exhausted after his laps, as if someone stuffed an extra firestone chunk into the sack he carried. That little
"gift" left him sore and grumbling all day. Retaliation for his leadership style, perhaps? He shook his head and put it out of
his mind.

Rillaeth's behavior didn't assuage his soreness. She didn't necessarily ''say'' anything, but she just ''stared'' at
him all day. She ate lightly that day, just a wherry, as she didn't want to be weighed down. She was hungry, but she resisted
eating more.

After lessons, he and Rillaeth met J'vain just outside the bowl near the stables, while the other weyrlings enjoyed some free time.
J'vain brought them over to the wide field that was usually used for runner exercise. "You don't want the others seein' you and
gettin' jealous," was the one-armed weyrlingmaster's explanation. As wingleader, he was allowed to fly mounted a full week before
the rest of the class in order for him to help them with their own flights. He nodded and began to buckle Rillaeth's straps on,
positioning the seat between the two neckridges just above her shoulders. He could feel her excitement growing, almost like an
electric current running through her entire body.

He chuckled. "Calm down, sweetie, we'll get up in the air soon enough. I'm excited too, you know. I've been waiting for this
since the first time I saw you on the sands."

<< Easy for you to say. You don't have wings you haven't used yet, >> She retorted.

L'sha shook his head and grinned. "You've flown before." He checked and re-checked the straps, looking for any imperfections in
the leather, tightening a bit here and there. Saddle, check. Stirrups, check. Chest strap, check. Safety straps, check
(hopefully ''those'' won't be needed). "Not too tight on you, is it? Nothing chafing?"

<< It's not the same. Flying alone is fun, but we're meant to fly ''together''. And no, the straps are fine, will you stop
fidgeting with them? >> she swung her head around to glare at her lifemate, eyes whirling an impatient shade of yellow.

"Okay, okay! Just making sure everything's good! Okay, here we go." He took a deep breath, adjusting his riding leathers, helmet
and goggles, then walked around to Rillaeth's left foreleg. He grabbed the mounting loop on the straps with both hands, then
placed his booted right foot on top of her proffered left forearm. Rillaeth lifted him up easily as he slid his left foot into the
stirrup, then switched his grip to the horn of the saddle, swinging his right leg up and over her back. He planted his other foot
into the stirrup and clipped the harnessing straps onto his belt.

"Whoah," he said, as Rillaeth stood on all fours. He took a moment to look around at the view from atop Rillaeth. His heart
started to beat faster. He felt Rillaeth breathing beneath him through his legs, which was also quickening as she became even more
excited. Just sitting here atop her, strapped in, was exhilarating. This was by no means his first ride a-dragonback, but this was
something different, something ''special''.

J'vain walked in a half-circle widdershins around to Rillaeth's right flank. His tone was almost bored, in contrast to the
weyrling's growing excitement. "How's it feel up there, you comfortable?"

L'sha couldn't wipe the grin off his face if he tried. "Feels great! Yes, comfortable."

J'vain nodded. "Okay, now, to start off, we're going to walk around the grounds here. Quarzith and I will accompany you." He
walked over to his blue and mounted him so quickly and easily that L'sha almost forgot that the older blureider only had one arm.

L'sha's face ''did'' fall a bit at that. "Uh, walk?"

Rillaeth snorted. << I am not a runner. >>

J'vain rolled his eyes as Quarzith relayed Rillaeth's comment to him. "Gotta learn to walk before you can fly, kid. Need to make
sure you get used to those straps. Don't worry, we'll be up soon enough." Quarzith started off, ambling around the field at a
leisurely pace.

Rillaeth hesitated for a moment, digging gouges in the soil with her claws in frustration, then walked along after the blue. <<
''Walking''. How ''humiliating''. >>

L'sha chuckled at his lifemate and settled himself in as Rillaeth walked beside Quarzith, feeling the slow up-and-down movements of
her shoulder muscles beneath his legs. As Rillaeth and Quarzith rounded halfway around a wide circular path, J'vain called over
to him. "Now trot!" Quarzith went from a walk to a trotting gait, and Rillaeth matched him without any prompting. This was much
rougher of a ride, his butt and spine getting jarred with each stride.

Quarzith slowed back to a walk as they completed the circle, and Rillaeth slowed to match him. J'vain called out, "How's that,
still comfortable?"

L'sha nodded. "Yes, still good. Well, the trotting wasn't exactly ''comfortable'', but the straps are good."

The bluerider grinned. "All right then. So, think you're ready?"

L'sha's reply was immediate and urgent. "Yes, yes, please, can I go now, before Rillaeth explodes?"

J'vain chuckled. "Okay, now when you take off, Rillaeth will go off at full gallop and get airborne, just like in unmounted
flight. L'sha, you crouch down low as you can and...well, hang on for dear life. One lap around the field and then land. No more than two lengths off the ground."

L'sha nodded and grinned. "Yes, sir!" Rillaeth bugled loudly in anticipation and trotted over to a far corner of the field to get
enough room for takeoff. She paused a moment, then turned so that she was facing into the wind. Quarzith ambled out of the green's way, rumbling encouragement to her.

<< Ready? >> She reared back on her haunches, leg muscles bunched like a coiled spring and wings unfurled to their widest.

L'sha closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, reaching deeply through the link he shared with Rillaeth. He felt the air currents and wind direction over her hide, the powerful muscles in her legs and wings, preparing himself for the ride, then opened his eyes. "Ready!" He crouched down as low as he could, gloved hands gripping the saddle as tight as he could, steeling himself.

Rillaeth's acceleration was explosive as she surged forward as fast as she could. After a dragonlength, she brought her wings down, sweeping a huge volume of air downward, then partially folded them for the upstroke. Her legs pumped furiously, still accelerating as her wings swept down twice, then thrice. On the fourth downstroke, she was airborne.

J'vain wasn't kidding about hanging on for dear life. He was bucked and thrown around so violently on Rillaeth's back that he nearly lost his grip and might have fallen off if he weren't strapped in. On the third downstroke, he felt a strong upward acceleration and suddenly felt much heavier. Then, they were off the ground and the bucking from Rillaeth's legs vanished, though the upward force continued. L'sha sat up straighter on the saddle and his mouth fell open, momentarily stunned. Then he barked out a sharp laugh and a whoop of sheer ecstasy.

Rillaeth returned her lifemate's whoop with a brassy bugle of her own, then her wingbeats stopped and she spread her wings wide to soar for a few lengths. She felt his exhilaration and basked in it like heat from the sun, then resumed her wingbeats. Her touch, reflecting the void of deep space but oddly reassuring at the same time, reached to her rider. << Turning now, hang on. >> Short and to the point as ever.

Even through the leather earflaps of his helmet, the roar of the wind in his ears was almost deafening and it buffetted his face and chest. Good thing he could hear Rillaeth in his head, because he sure wouldn't be able to hear anything else. He nodded as she relayed her next action to him and crouched low again on the saddle. He leaned with her turn, tilting his head to try and keep it upright and level so he could keep his bearings.

Rillaeth's wings beat strongly and smoothly as she adjusted to the turn. As she came around and leveled off, L' sha straightened up again. He turned his head and saw J'vain and Quarzith coming close as they approached for a landing, and his mood dipped a bit as the rider was coming to an end. Rillaeth must have sensed it and decided on one last bit of fun, suddenly climbing another length.

"Whoah, whoah, stay below two lengths!" L'sha hung on as she climbed, then just as suddenly started a long, soaring descent. L'sha felt about to rise off the saddle at the top of the arc, then crouched low as they descended, the wind roaring even louder around him. "Slow down, slow down!"

Rillaeth gleefully called out, << Coming in for a landing! >> She did as instructed, however, tilting her wings forward to act as an airbrake. When they neared the ground where J'vain and Quarzith waited, she began to backwing, slowing even further. Her hindlegs lowered and she landed with a single hop, then touched down with her forelimbs.

L'sha sat in the saddle for a moment, stunned, then came back down to earth and began unbuckling his straps with hands trembling from adrenaline. He wrapped his arms as far as they could go around Rillaeth's neck and hugged. "That was ''wonderful''! I love you ''so much''! Grinning, he slowly dismounted, finding that his legs were shaking slightly as well, and hopped down the last few feet to the ground.

J'vain's face was impassive and his one hand rested on his hips, glaring at the weyrling enough to spoil the boy's mood. "What did I say? ''Two lengths.'' Did you not hear me?"

L'sha grimaced in embarrassment. "Sorry, J'vain, she did it before I could react. Guess I was too wrapped up in it." He grinned sheepishly.

J'vain snorted. "That can get you killed, you know. ''Pay attention'' next time. Speaking of which, I want you here same time tomorrow. Dismissed." He walked back to Quarzith, who rumbled to Rillaeth. << You flew very well, but ''listen'' to J'vain next time. >>

Rillaeth crooned back to Quarzith and preened, smoothing her wings out prettily. << Thank you! Sorry, just wanted a bit of fun. >> She swung her head around on her sinuous neck to nudge her rider gently.

L'sha saluted J'vain as he left, then cradled his lifemate's head gently, resting his head against hers. "I could float home. Wish I could feel like this forever." He and Rillaeth walked back into the Weyr side-by-side. His fellow weyrlings caught him staring at nothing a few times with a slightly dazed look on his face at dinner, but fortunately, no one caught on (except Ghena, who he'd already confided in secretly).

That night, he drifted off to dreams of flying, a serene smile spread across his face.

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2013-12-09T17:57:31Z

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[[Edyis/Comments|Edyis]] ([[User:Edyis|Edyis]] ([[User talk:Edyis|talk]])) left a comment on Sun, 08 Dec 2013 07:36:14 GMT.

<comment date="2013-12-08T07:36:14Z" name="Edyis" signature="[[User:Edyis|Edyis]] ([[User talk:Edyis|talk]])">
I would be curious to know, between Lythronath and Quinzeth how many cots the carpenters would have to replace by the end of weyrling hood. <3 You guys rock.
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[[Tela/Comments|Tela]] ([[User:Tela|Tela]] ([[User talk:Tela|talk]])) left a comment on Mon, 09 Dec 2013 03:28:02 GMT.

<comment date="2013-12-09T03:28:02Z" name="Tela" signature="[[User:Tela|Tela]] ([[User talk:Tela|talk]])">
More broken cots? As long as Telavi doesn't get a splinter... ;D
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[[A'rist/Comments|A'rist]] ([[User:H'kon|H'kon]] ([[User talk:H'kon|talk]])) left a comment on Mon, 09 Dec 2013 15:24:17 GMT.

<comment date="2013-12-09T15:24:17Z" name="A'rist" signature="[[User:H&#39;kon|H&#39;kon]] ([[User talk:H&#39;kon|talk]])">
And a feather! Just for you.
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Hey, wha-- MY COT! Not again! Lythronaaaath! *shakes fist*
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HRW:Weyrlings/Month3/Recap

2013-11-29T16:53:08Z

Lansha: /* L'sha */

{{WeyrlingNav |title=Month3}}
== A'rist ==

A'rist is almost fully recovered from the shellshock (pun intended?) of Lythronath's impression and continued behavioural... behaviours. He's spent the month coming to win at least 60% of the battles of wills with Lythronath (many of which take place just in front of Rhey's couch). With this comes new confidence, but also the occasional bluntness or even flare of temper, side effects of butting heads with his bronze. He's progressing in his studies and enjoying the physical training more. He's also come to accept that the entrance to Lythronath's couch is just going to be painted and repainted with blood, and after Lythronath's hunts is focused only on cleaning up bits of flesh and intestine that might go a little more rancid than the dragon's other choices of 'decor.'

Lythronath remains as communicative as ever, with only one or two exceptions of stringing as many as three words together.

== G'laer ==

G'laer is just a very busy weyrling. Teisyth's proven to be a little accident-prone and the two are struggling a bit with their pairing. They keep to themselves in free time besides regularly tutoring Ghena (and anyone else who wants it, as long as they can put up with him) and are oft seen in the company of one of the older male-on-green riders (M'raz) the Weyr has, their mentors. But it's mostly business as usual for them.

== Ghena ==

== Klohi ==

== L'sha ==

L'sha is as full of enthusiasm as ever for nearly every facet of his weyrling training, especially for milestones like Rillaeth's first successful solo kill. He's especially anxious and jittery about the first flight, becoming almost unbearable in chattering about flying, techniques and maneuvers, even though he knows the first flight is only a glide. The one area he's performing dismally at is self-defense. His reflexes are excellent and he's quick enough to dodge many attacks, but his own attacks are flimsy and easily blocked. He doesn't really lack for strength, as he's doing the same firestone-sack exercises and calisthenics as the rest of the class, so he's getting stronger every day. There's just something that's off about him when it's time to go for the kill. He's often seen with fresh bruises on days after self-defense lessons. Other than that, he gets along well with most of the rest of the class, as bubbly and outgoing as always. His relationship with G'laer remains cool, however, for reasons he seems to keep to himself.

== Rh'mis ==

Logs:Lansha Meets Rhey

2013-11-26T17:20:20Z

Lansha:

{{ Log
| who = Lansha, Rhey
| where = Inner Caverns, High Reaches Weyr
| what = Two future weyrlings meet for the first time.
| when = Day 24, Month 10, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.09.16
| quote = "And dragonriders are, of course, terribly useful... in these days without thread."
| weather =
| categories =
| mentions =
| ooc =
| icons = l'sha L'sha1.jpg, rh'mis_hood.jpg
| log =

Inner Caverns, High Reaches Weyr
Within the labyrinth of interconnected chambers that make up the inner caverns, this large, long cavern serves both as a crossroads
and a comfortable place for weyrfolk to sit, talk, and keep a nosy eye out for who's going where. Colorful, seasonal tapestries add
warmth to the smooth walls and reduce echoes, while large niches house clusters of chairs, and a waist-high stone shelf along one
wall provides a perch for drinks or work for residents on the go. Worn brass hooks often hold jackets or other outerwear with
workboots stationed beneath, the transitory nature of the cavern lending itself to being treated as a sort of communal foyer where
snowy or muddy gear can be kept outside of living quarters. Smaller, higher niches at regular intervals hold glowbaskets kept fresh
during the daytime and allowed to dim somewhat at night.

The largest tunnels lead to the main living cavern, to the bowl and to the Weyr entrance, but it's still easy for the uninitiated
to get lost within this maze.
----

Lansha emerges from the kitchens with a snack, a small meatroll and a glass of juice. He slumps into a chair, looking exhausted.

Rhey, head lowered, shuffles down the corridor, trailing behind a group of chattering children, some of whom are taller than he is.
The children rush past on their way to the outdoors, but Rhey, his eyes sharp behind the fall of hair that largely obscures them,
hovers, taking a few more meandering steps this way and that.

Lansha takes a bite of the meatroll and glances over at the gaggle of kids. He smiles cheerfully and flips a wave, careful not to
chew with his mouth open.

The kids, already on their way out the door, pay Lansha no particular attention. They're in the eight-to-twelveish age bracket,
''and'' intent on their destination; he simply doesn't rate. Rhey, now leaning on a wall in an affectedly casual way, ''does'' note
the wave, and the smile, but he's further off to one side - and not apparently seeking inclusion.

Lansha takes a sip of juice and swallows, then leans back further in the chair (though it seems impossible to lean further back
than he already is) and closes his eyes, trying to let the fatigue of the day melt away.

The reclining Lansha has more of Rhey's attention, now, though there's no particular indication as to ''why''. On almost silent
feet, he crosses the corridor, ultimately sitting down in one of the chairs nearby the other boy. "Hey," he says. "Got a minute?"
His accent isn't local, though recognisable as Nabolese if Lansha knows that particular accent.

Lansha opens his eyes and looks at the other boy as he approaches. "Um, sure. Though I think a minute might be all I have. They run
me ragged around here." He takes a large bite of the meatroll and listens.

"Do they." Rhey sounds... amused? His hair is long enough that it's hard to see his expression, though, which makes that particular
sentiment more difficult to confirm. "I just - well, I'm new here. I guess I'd like to know more about the place."

Lansha nods, chewing carefully. He swallows the bite of meatroll before speaking. "New to this Weyr? Or just Weyrs in general?" He
sips his juice again.

Rhey's gaze falls towards the meatroll, and then lifts back up towards Lansha. "Weyrs in general," is his answer, prompt and
cheerful. "I'm a hold boy. Nabol. We had to... escape, so as not to end up in Lord Rone's army. But it makes it all very... uh,
new. Different."

Lansha grins, showing even, white teeth. "Well, you know what they say, a Weyr is where dragons are. That's why we're all here,
really, to support the riders. My mom and dad are riders. Lived here all my life. It's different, I guess, than a hold, although I
haven't been to many holds. In a hold you have a lot of families living together. In a weyr, it's more like one huge family. We all
support each other. Kids are raised mostly by weyrfolk, and we all pitch in with the work. And it's a LOT of work, too. cooking,
cleaning, fixing things, helping out the riders. I pretty much do a little bit of everything. Makes me indispensible, you know." He
puffs his chest out a bit in mock-pride.

Expression thoughtful, Rhey considers Lansha carefully. If he disagrees with any part of the other boy's assessment, there's no
sign of it in his expression. "I see," he says, after a moment's pause. "And dragonriders are, of course, terribly useful... in
these days without thread."

Lansha shrugs. "Well, of course, Thread was the main threat during the Pass, and now that it's gone, we've had to adapt to new ways
of life. Dragons are hardly useless. That's what people thought during the Long Intervals. Two hundred turns without Thread, what
do we need dragons for? And there was that plague back in Moreta's day, it could've wiped us all out if not for the dragons. No,
they haven't outlived their usefulness just yet."

"Spoken like a true weyr kid," says Rhey, his tone edging towards neutral. "I see. I can see I'm going to have a lot to get used
to... for as long as I'm here." He turns his head, letting his gaze meander up and down the corridor as weyrfolk head to and from
their duties. His fingers splay out on the fabric of his trousers, and then tighten into a fist. "Are you going to do odd jobs
forever, then? Is that how it works?"

Lansha pops the rest of the meatroll into his mouth and makes short work of it, then drains the rest of the juice. "Well, probably
not, but it seems like that's about it for the foreseeable future. I could make it a living, though." He looks at the other boy for
a moment, then smacks himself on the forehead. "Where are my manners? I'm Lansha, by the way. What's your name?"

Rhey's, "Huh," is cheerful enough. He seems bemused by Lansha's belated introduction, but answers it easily all the same: "Rhey. Do
kids tease you for having a 'girl' name, with that 'a' on the end? Or is ''that'' different in a Weyr, too?"

Lansha looks non-plussed for a moment. "You know, I never thought of it that way. Maybe mother wanted a girl instead of a boy. I
like my name, though. Never got teased for it before. But there are quite a few things different in a weyr. I won't tell you all of
them, that'll spoil the fun! Anyway, pleasure meeting you, Rhey, but I have to be going now. Duty calls, and all!"

Rhey gives Lansha a solemn nod. "You, too," he says. "Thank you for your time."

Lansha gets up from his chair with some amount of effort and a grunt for good measure, then heads out to the bowl. "See you later!
Oh, and ask one of the drudges in the kitchen for a meatroll, tell them I said you could have one." He disappears outside.

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Logs:Lansha Meets Rhey

2013-11-26T17:17:29Z

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| who = Lansha, Rhey
| where = Inner Caverns, High Reaches Weyr
| what = Two future weyrlings meet for the first time.
| when = Day 24, Month 10, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.09.16
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Inner Caverns, High Reaches Weyr
Within the labyrinth of interconnected chambers that make up the inner caverns, this large, long cavern serves both as a crossroads
and a comfortable place for weyrfolk to sit, talk, and keep a nosy eye out for who's going where. Colorful, seasonal tapestries add
warmth to the smooth walls and reduce echoes, while large niches house clusters of chairs, and a waist-high stone shelf along one
wall provides a perch for drinks or work for residents on the go. Worn brass hooks often hold jackets or other outerwear with
workboots stationed beneath, the transitory nature of the cavern lending itself to being treated as a sort of communal foyer where
snowy or muddy gear can be kept outside of living quarters. Smaller, higher niches at regular intervals hold glowbaskets kept fresh
during the daytime and allowed to dim somewhat at night.

The largest tunnels lead to the main living cavern, to the bowl and to the Weyr entrance, but it's still easy for the uninitiated
to get lost within this maze.
----

Lansha emerges from the kitchens with a snack, a small meatroll and a glass of juice. He slumps into a chair, looking exhausted.

Rhey, head lowered, shuffles down the corridor, trailing behind a group of chattering children, some of whom are taller than he is.
The children rush past on their way to the outdoors, but Rhey, his eyes sharp behind the fall of hair that largely obscures them,
hovers, taking a few more meandering steps this way and that.

Lansha takes a bite of the meatroll and glances over at the gaggle of kids. He smiles cheerfully and flips a wave, careful not to
chew with his mouth open.

The kids, already on their way out the door, pay Lansha no particular attention. They're in the eight-to-twelveish age bracket,
''and'' intent on their destination; he simply doesn't rate. Rhey, now leaning on a wall in an affectedly casual way, ''does'' note
the wave, and the smile, but he's further off to one side - and not apparently seeking inclusion.

Lansha takes a sip of juice and swallows, then leans back further in the chair (though it seems impossible to lean further back
than he already is) and closes his eyes, trying to let the fatigue of the day melt away.

The reclining Lansha has more of Rhey's attention, now, though there's no particular indication as to ''why''. On almost silent
feet, he crosses the corridor, ultimately sitting down in one of the chairs nearby the other boy. "Hey," he says. "Got a minute?"
His accent isn't local, though recognisable as Nabolese if Lansha knows that particular accent.

Lansha opens his eyes and looks at the other boy as he approaches. "Um, sure. Though I think a minute might be all I have. They run
me ragged around here." He takes a large bite of the meatroll and listens.

"Do they." Rhey sounds... amused? His hair is long enough that it's hard to see his expression, though, which makes that particular
sentiment more difficult to confirm. "I just - well, I'm new here. I guess I'd like to know more about the place."

Lansha nods, chewing carefully. He swallows the bite of meatroll before speaking. "New to this Weyr? Or just Weyrs in general?" He
sips his juice again.

Rhey's gaze falls towards the meatroll, and then lifts back up towards Lansha. "Weyrs in general," is his answer, prompt and
cheerful. "I'm a hold boy. Nabol. We had to... escape, so as not to end up in Lord Rone's army. But it makes it all very... uh,
new. Different."

Lansha grins, showing even, white teeth. "Well, you know what they say, a Weyr is where dragons are. That's why we're all here,
really, to support the riders. My mom and dad are riders. Lived here all my life. It's different, I guess, than a hold, although I
haven't been to many holds. In a hold you have a lot of families living together. In a weyr, it's more like one huge family. We all
support each other. Kids are raised mostly by weyrfolk, and we all pitch in with the work. And it's a LOT of work, too. cooking,
cleaning, fixing things, helping out the riders. I pretty much do a little bit of everything. Makes me indispensible, you know." He
puffs his chest out a bit in mock-pride.

Expression thoughtful, Rhey considers Lansha carefully. If he disagrees with any part of the other boy's assessment, there's no
sign of it in his expression. "I see," he says, after a moment's pause. "And dragonriders are, of course, terribly useful... in
these days without thread."

Lansha shrugs. "Well, of course, Thread was the main threat during the Pass, and now that it's gone, we've had to adapt to new ways
of life. Dragons are hardly useless. That's what people thought during the Long Intervals. Two hundred turns without Thread, what
do we need dragons for? And there was that plague back in Moreta's day, it could've wiped us all out if not for the dragons. No,
they haven't outlived their usefulness just yet."

"Spoken like a true weyr kid," says Rhey, his tone edging towards neutral. "I see. I can see I'm going to have a lot to get used
to... for as long as I'm here." He turns his head, letting his gaze meander up and down the corridor as weyrfolk head to and from
their duties. His fingers splay out on the fabric of his trousers, and then tighten into a fist. "Are you going to do odd jobs
forever, then? Is that how it works?"

Lansha pops the rest of the meatroll into his mouth and makes short work of it, then drains the rest of the juice. "Well, probably
not, but it seems like that's about it for the foreseeable future. I could make it a living, though." He looks at the other boy for
a moment, then smacks himself on the forehead. "Where are my manners? I'm Lansha, by the way. What's your name?"

Rhey's, "Huh," is cheerful enough. He seems bemused by Lansha's belated introduction, but answers it easily all the same: "Rhey. Do
kids tease you for having a 'girl' name, with that 'a' on the end? Or is ''that'' different in a Weyr, too?"

Lansha looks non-plussed for a moment. "You know, I never thought of it that way. Maybe mother wanted a girl instead of a boy. I
like my name, though. Never got teased for it before. But there are quite a few things different in a weyr. I won't tell you all of
them, that'll spoil the fun! Anyway, pleasure meeting you, Rhey, but I have to be going now. Duty calls, and all!"

Rhey gives Lansha a solemn nod. "You, too," he says. "Thank you for your time."

Lansha gets up from his chair with some amount of effort and a grunt for good measure, then heads out to the bowl. "See you later!
Oh, and ask one of the drudges in the kitchen for a meatroll, tell them I said you could have one." He disappears outside.

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Logs:In Which a Weyrling has a Visit from his Mother and Father

2013-11-21T00:54:44Z

Lansha:

{{ Log
| who = L'sha, L'sha{{!}}Rillaeth, L'drel, Tendrath, Shani, Ondurith
| where = Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr
| what = L'sha's parents come to visit shortly after the hatching
| when = Month 1 Weyrlinghood
| gamedate = 2013.11.14
| quote = << Damn straight! >>
| weather =
| categories = Vignette
| mentions = I'zech, Rh'mis, Rone
| ooc =
| icons = l'sha L'sha1.jpg, l'sha rillaeth.jpg
| log =

"Hey, L'sha!" J'vain's voice carried through the weyrling barracks as he strolled toward the greenrider.

Immediately, L'sha snapped to attention, standing ramrod straight, hands balled into fists slightly behind the
midline of his body. His bootheels came together with an audible but dull *klock*. "Sir!"

The Assistant Weyrlingmaster rolled his eyes and let out a little exasperated sigh. "Y'know, you don't have to do
that every time. You've got some visitors, weyrling. In the training cavern."

"Oh, um, sorry, sir." L'sha looked down at the tiny green dragonet at his feet as I'zech wandered off. "Hear
that, sweetie? Someone's come to see us! I wonder who it is."

Rillaeth lifted her head and gazed curiously up at her lifemate, eyes whirling in shades of pale blue and light
green. She followed in L'sha's footsteps as he hurried into the cavern, keeping up with him easily.

L'sha grinned and lifted his hand in a wave as he saw who had come to see him. "Oh! Hello!"

They looked up as they heard L'sha's greeting, a man and a woman on the other side of the cavern, near the door.

Through the door to the bowl, the heads of a green and blue dragon could be seen, or at least, part of them
could. They nudged each other playfully as they jockeyed for position so that one eye on each dragon could see
into the cavern.

The man was tall, about six inches taller than the woman next to him, and his face was plain and kind. Age had
crept into the face and lined it, but the laugh-lines at the corners of his eyes gave him a merry disposition
even when not smiling. Age had begun to grey his close-cropped black hair as well, though it hadn't reached the
top of his head yet. He smiled warmly to his son as he turned to him. "Lansha...er, sorry, L'sha! Silly me,
where's my head? How are you? We saw you on the sands, I'm so proud!" He clasped his hands over his heart, his
eyes already beginning to well up. He passed a hand over what's left of L'sha's hair. "And look at you, you
look like a rider already."

The woman stood out in most crowds, not for her height but her bright red shock of hair, cut short and bobbed
just above her neck. A few white strands stood out here and there, but they gave her a distinguished look. Her
eyes were a lighter, brighter shade of blue than L'sha's and her face was even more delicate, with a thin nose
and high cheekbones. The toughness beneath the delicacy was made evident by three thin lines of Threadscore on
one side, the only flaws on an otherwise exquisite face. She gave her former weyrmate a brief astonished look at
his immediate lapse of propriety and shook her head, grinning. She supposed he could be forgiven this time, he
had been Lansha for sixteen years and L'sha for three days. "I swear, your memory is worse than Tendrath's.
L'sha, dear, how are you coming along?"

L'sha's eyes moved from one parent to another, then he threw his arms around both of them and hugged, kissing
both of them on the cheek. "Thank you so much for coming, L'drel, Shani. It's so good to see you! I'm doing
fine, and Rillaeth is...she's just so wonderful! I'm really happy."

Rillaeth burbled happily at L'sha's feet, feeding off his lifemate's mood.

L'sha grinned down at the green, then looked past his parents to the door. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I see two others
I need to say hello to." He squeezed between the two riders and made for the door.

He stepped outside into the small space between the great blue and green dragon's heads and greeted them as well.
"Hello, Tendrath, Ondurith! How are you?" One eye on each dragon whirled green and gazed at the young weyrling
for a moment, then their heads shifted a bit as they looked at each other, then their lifemates. L'sha paused, a
bit confused at their reaction, then turned as his parents behind him both laughed simultanously.

"They don't recognize you, dear," his mother called out.

L'sha turned back to the dragons, arms akimbo and brows furrowed. "''What?'' What do you mean? It's me! It
hasn't been that long, has it? Well, I guess I was quite a bit shorter last time I saw you, and my hair was
longer, but you must remember!" The dragons looked at each other again, then back at L'sha with the same vacant
"expression." L'sha groaned and stooped over in frustration. "Curse short dragon memories!" He straightened
back up and grinned at the dragons again, regaining his normal unflappable cheer. "That's okay, I understand. I
still love you both!" He kissed both dragons on the cheeks as he did with his human parents.

A voice from the black vastness of space touched the green and blue then, radiating confidence and pride. << Hey!
How can you not recognize my L'sha? He's the greatest, best, strongest rider in the world! >>

The tiny green at L'sha's feet marched forward and bugled her challenge to the huge adult green and blue before
her, but L'sha blushed in embarrassment. "It's okay, love, they're my parents' lifemates. This is Tendrath and
this is Ondurith."

A lush, verdant field of flowers reached out to Rillaeth, redolent of wildflowers and pure, clean air. << Hello,
little one. My name is Tendrath. >>

This was followed by a cloud passing in front of the sun, rumbling thunder and sending soothing rain to the land
below. << And I am Ondurith. Welcome! We meant no disrespect, it has been some time since we have seen your
L'sha and he had passed from our minds. >>

<< Oh. Well, that's okay, then. But don't let it happen again! By the way, I'm Rillaeth! >> Her chin lifted
high and she made a 180 turn back to her lifemate.

The dragons in the doorway rumbled in amusement as they watched the tiny green. << She's a feisty one, >> sent
Ondurith.

<< Damn straight! >> replied Rillaeth.

L'sha rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Aheheh. Uh, sorry about that, she's a bit...strong-willed. 'Scuse
me!" He returned to his parents, Rillaeth in tow. "So, how are you two, anyway?"

"We're fine, sweetie," replied L'drel. "How are the other weyrlings, are you getting along?"

"Oh, yes, yes, fine, for the most part. Did you see all the Nabolese that Impressed? That oughta put a
trundlebug up Rone's nose. I heard he was furious at the hatching, especially when Rh'mis Impressed. I met him
before I was Searched, but he kinda disappeared for a while. Then he shows up and Impresses from the stands! I
didn't see it happen, but I was floored when I heard it."

"Oh yes, we saw that," said Shani. "Rone tried to interfere, but a wall of riders stopped him. So, this Rh'mis,
is he cute?" She knew her son well.

L'sha rolled his eyes. "He only has, like, thirteen-fourteen Turns, mother. But maybe when he gets older..."

L'drel chuckled. "Don't give him ideas, Shani, you'll get him in trouble. You know weyrlings aren't supposed to
be thinking those kinds of things."

Rillaeth followed the conversation at L'sha's feet, eyes moving from one human to another as they spoke. << What
kind of things? >>

A sigh escaped the younger greenrider. "Yeah, I think that's gonna be the toughest part of weyrlinghood for me."
He silently shushed Rillaeth. << Tell you later. MUCH later. >>

The green whuffed a great frustrated exhalation. << You always say that. >>

L'sha ignored that and looked down at his lifemate. "Show them your wings, sweetie."

Rillaeth spread her wings as wide as they could go and the two riders crouched to inspect her.

"Lovely coloration," said L'drel. "You don't see too many greens with such a dark shade, almost black. Normally,
I wouldn't care for it, but on her it's beautiful."

"Yes, and I like the stripe, too. She looks fast just standing still," Shani commented. "Look at her
proportions, that wingspan and her body shape. It's amazing she's not already taking off and zipping around the
Weyr." She crouched low to examine Rillaeth's wings carefully.

L'sha grinned and reached down to scritch Rillaeth's eyeridges. "I know, I can't wait to get her up in the air.
She'll be the fastest green on Pern, I know it!"

Rillaeth warbled happily at all the attention she was getting, eyes whirling deep blue. << Of course I'm the
fastest. And the quickest. >>

L'sha laughed. "She knows it, too. I just hope I can hang on when she does. 'Course, I'll be strapped in, but
it should still be quite a ride."

"Ohhh yes, if she's anything like Tendrath," said L'drel, "you'll be in for the ride of your life."

L'sha clenched and unclenched his hands and bounced a bit on his toes to alleviate his nervous energy. "Can't
wait," he repeated. Unconsciously, he scratched at his left arm.

L'drel stood and clapped the weyrling on the shoulder. "That's my boy." He looked down at L'sha's scratching.
"Something wrong?"

L'sha looked down. "Hmm? Oh, no, nothing. Rillaeth always seems to itch on the left side. I just oiled her
not long ago, though."

Rillaeth folded her wings and gazed at L'sha, her eyes beginning to whirl yellow in discomfort. << It's itchy!
>> She preened herself carefully.

The young greenrider's shoulders slumped. "Okay, love." He looked at his parents with an apologetic expression.
"Looks like I need to go take care of her, sorry."

Shani put a hand on L'sha's shoulder. He was half a foot taller than her now and still growing. "It's okay,
sweetheart, we understand. It was good to see you. You should tell the Weyrlingmasters about that itch of
hers."

L'drel stepped forward and hugged his son. "Wonderful to see you again, dear. Yes, don't let something like
that go, it could be more serious than just an itch or flaky skin. They should have some thicker oil to use for
something like that. And remember, hands off the other weyrlings!"

L'sha smiled and basked in his parents' love. "So nice to see you both. I'll keep in touch!"

Rillaeth's eyes whirled blue briefly, then back to yellow. << Well, that was nice. But you. Me. Oil. Now. >>
She turned and marched into the barracks.

"My lady calls. See you later!" He waved and hurried off after his lifemate.

L'drel and Shani waved after their son and headed back out to the bowl where their own lifemates waited.

<< Were we ever that small? >> Tendrath rumbled.

<< I don't remember, >> Ondurith replied.

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Logs:In Which a Weyrling Catches Up with a Former Candidate

2013-11-19T04:29:57Z

Lansha:

{{ Log
| who = L'sha, Edyis, Garen (NPC)
| where = Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr
| what = L'sha and Edyis reacquaint over dinner, interrupted by another former Candidate.
| when = 2nd Month Weyrling Training
| gamedate = 2013.11.17
| quote =
| weather =
| categories =
| mentions = Aishani, Tajent, K'del, K'zin
| ooc =
| icons = l'sha L'sha1.jpg, edyis.jpg
| log = '''Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr'''

''Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet, and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's offerings.''

''Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven -- only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed.''

----

Spring is finally settling in about the weyr. The afternoon sun creating golden streamers through the fog, but there is a sense of life in the place. The living cavern in the afternoon is as lively as ever, workers and riders filtering in between duties to catch a moment's peace and a meal. Edyis for her own part takes the opportunity to eat and contunue working over the better bits of a letter on a wax tablet. Ocassionaly looking up to greet people as they pass by.

L'sha trudges into the living cavern, having finally gotten Rillaeth down for a nap, at least for now. He looks exhausted, as the weyrling training has recently increased in intensity, ''again''. He zombie-walks over to the serving tables and begins to pick out food, quite a large quantity, in fact, onto a plate. His body seems to be operating on auto-pilot, heavily lidded eyes barely paying attention to what he's piling on the plate. He pours himself a small cup of wine, then glances around the cavern for any familiar faces. Eventually, he spies one and heads over to her.

Edyis smiles when she spots the new weyrling, arranging papers and tablets to make room for the young man. "L'sha, isn't it now? How is your lifemate?" She tries the new version of his name uncertianly. "Would you care to join me?"

L'sha seems to need effort to put on his usual cheery face, smiling warmly at the girl he remembers from Candidacy. "Hello, Edyis. Certainly." He sets his plate and cup down and collapses into a chair and sits there for a moment silently. Weariness has apparently caused temporary memory loss. "What was I about to say? Oh yes, Rillaeth! She's just lovely, getting bigger every day. She's almost longer than I am tall now. How are you doing these days? I was so sorry to hear that you were left on the sands at the hatching. Keeping busy, I see?" He nods at the papers and tablets, then begins to shovel food into his mouth at an alarming pace.

Edyis smiles, "Must be exhausting, looking after something so big all the time." She responds, "I don't mind it so much actually, being left on the sands. I was able to find work thanks to Aishani's words with the headwoman. I'm to work in the records room." She eyes the shoveling with concern, "You may want to slow down lest you choke."

L'sha does slow down, chewing and swallowing the mouthful of food. "Sorry," he says, "I guess I'm used to eating as much as I can as fast as I can before Rillaeth needs me or the next round of training starts. I don't mind looking after Rillaeth, really, but stack all the exercise and training on top of it and it starts to get really tiring. That's nice for you, though! Sounds pretty much like what I did before I was Searched. I was Tajent's assistant for a while. Which pretty much meant that I did all the menial tasks that he and the headwoman were too busy for." He takes a sip of wine and munches on some tubers almost absent-mindedly.

Edyis smiles. "I can only imagine the exhaustion that follows the work, but do take care of yourself. You are the only lifemate Rillaeth has you know. Besides I would be sorry not to see your cheerfull face about this place." For search and tasks she nods, "It does come with the advantage of extra education. The lessons are - thrilling." There's a tilt of her head as she smiles, "How did your family take the news of your impression?"

L'sha cants his own head to the side in response, "Awww, that's so sweet of you to say, thank you! But it's not like the training's gonna kill me or anything. Like they say, 'that which doesn't kill me makes me stronger.' Hmm, thrilling. Not the word I'd use for lessons, but to each her own, I suppose. My parents are both riders, so they were very proud, of course. You shouldn't give up, though, this time your dragon wasn't on the sands. There's always another clutch. Not that I thought you were giving up or anything."

Edyis laughs, "It's not the training but your eating habits that concern me," she teases. "Must have been nice growing up with rider parents, might give you an advantage as far as what to expect from weyrlinghood. It's not giving up - I am just not sure I am meant to be a dragon rider. They are strange creatures dragons, and I'm only just begining to understand why everyone is so enamored with them. It seems like standing is a duty here though, so who knows. Hopefully it will be some time before another clutch is on the sands."

L'sha nods. "Well, I was mostly raised by nannies, but they did give me a few pointers. Of course, that still didn't prepare me entirely for being a weyrling. I'm always surprised about something I've learned that I never knew, or things that I thought I knew that were completely wrong. And I grew up surrounded by dragons. I think --" his thought is interrupted by a grinning teenage weyrbrat who has sneaked up behind L'sha, suddenly covering the weyrling's eyes with his hands. He cries, "Guess who!"

Edyis laughs, "See you can appriciate lessons too." The young woman stops entirely as someone covers L'sha's eyes with a laugh.

L'sha's mouth drops open in surprise, then turns into a grin, then twists into a mockery of concentration. "Hmmm, is it K'del?" The 'brat behind him giggles, then says, "Nope!" L'sha 'thinks' again, scratching his chin with a finger. "K'zin?" The boy behind him says, "No, silly, one more guess!" L'sha folds his arms over his chest and declares, "Well, then, it must be Garen." The 'brat cries, "Correct!" and gives L'sha a hug. Garen pulls a chair up next to the weyrling and tries to plant a kiss on L'sha's cheek, but only gets a faceful of hand. "Ah-ah-ah," says L'sha, "You know the rules. No touchie the weyrlings." Garen pouts and slumps in the chair. "That's so unfair." L'sha rolls his eyes. "For you or me? Trust me, I get the short end of the stick here. Do you remember Edyis? She was a Candidate, too." He looks at Edyis and hooks a thumb at Garen. "Garen here was left on the sands as well."

Edyis grins at the game, and smiles at the couple. Well she's fairly sure it's a couple rather than siblings at least. "Garen, It's good to see you again, how are you doing now that the hatching is over?" She gives L'sha an odd look, "Even a peck on the cheek is prohibited?"

L'sha shrugs and nods. "Pretty much. I don't want to take any chances." Garen rolls his eyes at L'sha. "Pfft, thanks for reminding me that you Impressed and I didn't." The weyrbrat smiles warmly at Edyis. "Oh, I'm fine, back to the stables for me. Not as exciting as Standing, but it passes the time. I hope I can Stand for the next clutch." L'sha grins at Garen. "You'd better. And you better Impress a blue." He winks at the other boy, then pauses as his eyes unfocus. He sighs and stands. "I'm sorry, Rillaeth is stirring, must run. You want the rest of this?" He motions to his half-finished plate.

Edyis frowns ever so slightly, "One more advantage for those of us left I suppose." A wink tossed at Garen. She perks up a bit at the mention of the stables, "How are the new mares that came in with the Nabol tithes fairing? One was actually from Esvay Hold stock, and the other decended from some famous racing stock." She giggles, "Or Brown, some of the browns are quite lovely." She smiles. "Take care L'sha, hope to talk again soon when things aren't so busy for you."

L'sha wiggles his fingers at Garen and Edyis in a farewell wave. "Nice talking with you, Edyis! See you around!" Garen waves to L'sha, "Bye, honey! Thanks for the rest of your plate!" He attacks the remainder of the weyrling's dinner and becomes absorbed in runner talk with Edyis.

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Logs:In Which a Weyrling Catches Up with a Former Candidate

2013-11-19T04:26:34Z

Lansha:

{{ Log
| who = L'sha, Edyis, Garen (NPC)
| where = Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr
| what = L'sha and Edyis reacquaint over dinner, interrupted by another former Candidate.
| when = 2nd Month Weyrling Training
| gamedate = 2013.11.17
| quote =
| weather =
| categories =
| mentions = Aishani, K'del, K'zin
| ooc =
| icons = l'sha L'sha1.jpg, edyis.jpg
| log = '''Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr'''

''Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet, and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's offerings.''

''Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven -- only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed.''

----

Spring is finally settling in about the weyr. The afternoon sun creating golden streamers through the fog, but there is a sense of life in the place. The living cavern in the afternoon is as lively as ever, workers and riders filtering in between duties to catch a moment's peace and a meal. Edyis for her own part takes the opportunity to eat and contunue working over the better bits of a letter on a wax tablet. Ocassionaly looking up to greet people as they pass by.

L'sha trudges into the living cavern, having finally gotten Rillaeth down for a nap, at least for now. He looks exhausted, as the weyrling training has recently increased in intensity, ''again''. He zombie-walks over to the serving tables and begins to pick out food, quite a large quantity, in fact, onto a plate. His body seems to be operating on auto-pilot, heavily lidded eyes barely paying attention to what he's piling on the plate. He pours himself a small cup of wine, then glances around the cavern for any familiar faces. Eventually, he spies one and heads over to her.

Edyis smiles when she spots the new weyrling, arranging papers and tablets to make room for the young man. "L'sha, isn't it now? How is your lifemate?" She tries the new version of his name uncertianly. "Would you care to join me?"

L'sha seems to need effort to put on his usual cheery face, smiling warmly at the girl he remembers from Candidacy. "Hello, Edyis. Certainly." He sets his plate and cup down and collapses into a chair and sits there for a moment silently. Weariness has apparently caused temporary memory loss. "What was I about to say? Oh yes, Rillaeth! She's just lovely, getting bigger every day. She's almost longer than I am tall now. How are you doing these days? I was so sorry to hear that you were left on the sands at the hatching. Keeping busy, I see?" He nods at the papers and tablets, then begins to shovel food into his mouth at an alarming pace.

Edyis smiles, "Must be exhausting, looking after something so big all the time." She responds, "I don't mind it so much actually, being left on the sands. I was able to find work thanks to Aishani's words with the headwoman. I'm to work in the records room." She eyes the shoveling with concern, "You may want to slow down lest you choke."

L'sha does slow down, chewing and swallowing the mouthful of food. "Sorry," he says, "I guess I'm used to eating as much as I can as fast as I can before Rillaeth needs me or the next round of training starts. I don't mind looking after Rillaeth, really, but stack all the exercise and training on top of it and it starts to get really tiring. That's nice for you, though! Sounds pretty much like what I did before I was Searched. I was Tajent's assistant for a while. Which pretty much meant that I did all the menial tasks that he and the headwoman were too busy for." He takes a sip of wine and munches on some tubers almost absent-mindedly.

Edyis smiles. "I can only imagine the exhaustion that follows the work, but do take care of yourself. You are the only lifemate Rillaeth has you know. Besides I would be sorry not to see your cheerfull face about this place." For search and tasks she nods, "It does come with the advantage of extra education. The lessons are - thrilling." There's a tilt of her head as she smiles, "How did your family take the news of your impression?"

L'sha cants his own head to the side in response, "Awww, that's so sweet of you to say, thank you! But it's not like the training's gonna kill me or anything. Like they say, 'that which doesn't kill me makes me stronger.' Hmm, thrilling. Not the word I'd use for lessons, but to each her own, I suppose. My parents are both riders, so they were very proud, of course. You shouldn't give up, though, this time your dragon wasn't on the sands. There's always another clutch. Not that I thought you were giving up or anything."

Edyis laughs, "It's not the training but your eating habits that concern me," she teases. "Must have been nice growing up with rider parents, might give you an advantage as far as what to expect from weyrlinghood. It's not giving up - I am just not sure I am meant to be a dragon rider. They are strange creatures dragons, and I'm only just begining to understand why everyone is so enamored with them. It seems like standing is a duty here though, so who knows. Hopefully it will be some time before another clutch is on the sands."

L'sha nods. "Well, I was mostly raised by nannies, but they did give me a few pointers. Of course, that still didn't prepare me entirely for being a weyrling. I'm always surprised about something I've learned that I never knew, or things that I thought I knew that were completely wrong. And I grew up surrounded by dragons. I think --" his thought is interrupted by a grinning teenage weyrbrat who has sneaked up behind L'sha, suddenly covering the weyrling's eyes with his hands. He cries, "Guess who!"

Edyis laughs, "See you can appriciate lessons too." The young woman stops entirely as someone covers L'sha's eyes with a laugh.

L'sha's mouth drops open in surprise, then turns into a grin, then twists into a mockery of concentration. "Hmmm, is it K'del?" The 'brat behind him giggles, then says, "Nope!" L'sha 'thinks' again, scratching his chin with a finger. "K'zin?" The boy behind him says, "No, silly, one more guess!" L'sha folds his arms over his chest and declares, "Well, then, it must be Garen." The 'brat cries, "Correct!" and gives L'sha a hug. Garen pulls a chair up next to the weyrling and tries to plant a kiss on L'sha's cheek, but only gets a faceful of hand. "Ah-ah-ah," says L'sha, "You know the rules. No touchie the weyrlings." Garen pouts and slumps in the chair. "That's so unfair." L'sha rolls his eyes. "For you or me? Trust me, I get the short end of the stick here. Do you remember Edyis? She was a Candidate, too." He looks at Edyis and hooks a thumb at Garen. "Garen here was left on the sands as well."

Edyis grins at the game, and smiles at the couple. Well she's fairly sure it's a couple rather than siblings at least. "Garen, It's good to see you again, how are you doing now that the hatching is over?" She gives L'sha an odd look, "Even a peck on the cheek is prohibited?"

L'sha shrugs and nods. "Pretty much. I don't want to take any chances." Garen rolls his eyes at L'sha. "Pfft, thanks for reminding me that you Impressed and I didn't." The weyrbrat smiles warmly at Edyis. "Oh, I'm fine, back to the stables for me. Not as exciting as Standing, but it passes the time. I hope I can Stand for the next clutch." L'sha grins at Garen. "You'd better. And you better Impress a blue." He winks at the other boy, then pauses as his eyes unfocus. He sighs and stands. "I'm sorry, Rillaeth is stirring, must run. You want the rest of this?" He motions to his half-finished plate.

Edyis frowns ever so slightly, "One more advantage for those of us left I suppose." A wink tossed at Garen. She perks up a bit at the mention of the stables, "How are the new mares that came in with the Nabol tithes fairing? One was actually from Esvay Hold stock, and the other decended from some famous racing stock." She giggles, "Or Brown, some of the browns are quite lovely." She smiles. "Take care L'sha, hope to talk again soon when things aren't so busy for you."

L'sha wiggles his fingers at Garen and Edyis in a farewell wave. "Nice talking with you, Edyis! See you around!" Garen waves to L'sha, "Bye, honey! Thanks for the rest of your plate!" He attacks the remainder of the weyrling's dinner and becomes absorbed in runner talk with Edyis.

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Logs:In Which a Weyrling Catches Up with a Former Candidate

2013-11-19T04:25:25Z

Lansha:

{{ Log
| who = L'sha, Edyis, Garen (NPC)
| where = Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr
| what = L'sha and Edyis reacquaint over dinner, interrupted by another former Candidate.
| when = 2nd
| gamedate = 2013.11.17
| quote =
| weather =
| categories =
| mentions = K'del, K'zin
| ooc =
| icons = l'sha L'sha1.jpg, edyis.jpg
| log = '''Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr'''

''Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet, and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's offerings.''

''Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven -- only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed.''

----

Spring is finally settling in about the weyr. The afternoon sun creating golden streamers through the fog, but there is a sense of life in the place. The living cavern in the afternoon is as lively as ever, workers and riders filtering in between duties to catch a moment's peace and a meal. Edyis for her own part takes the opportunity to eat and contunue working over the better bits of a letter on a wax tablet. Ocassionaly looking up to greet people as they pass by.

L'sha trudges into the living cavern, having finally gotten Rillaeth down for a nap, at least for now. He looks exhausted, as the weyrling training has recently increased in intensity, ''again''. He zombie-walks over to the serving tables and begins to pick out food, quite a large quantity, in fact, onto a plate. His body seems to be operating on auto-pilot, heavily lidded eyes barely paying attention to what he's piling on the plate. He pours himself a small cup of wine, then glances around the cavern for any familiar faces. Eventually, he spies one and heads over to her.

Edyis smiles when she spots the new weyrling, arranging papers and tablets to make room for the young man. "L'sha, isn't it now? How is your lifemate?" She tries the new version of his name uncertianly. "Would you care to join me?"

L'sha seems to need effort to put on his usual cheery face, smiling warmly at the girl he remembers from Candidacy. "Hello, Edyis. Certainly." He sets his plate and cup down and collapses into a chair and sits there for a moment silently. Weariness has apparently caused temporary memory loss. "What was I about to say? Oh yes, Rillaeth! She's just lovely, getting bigger every day. She's almost longer than I am tall now. How are you doing these days? I was so sorry to hear that you were left on the sands at the hatching. Keeping busy, I see?" He nods at the papers and tablets, then begins to shovel food into his mouth at an alarming pace.

Edyis smiles, "Must be exhausting, looking after something so big all the time." She responds, "I don't mind it so much actually, being left on the sands. I was able to find work thanks to Aishani's words with the headwoman. I'm to work in the records room." She eyes the shoveling with concern, "You may want to slow down lest you choke."

L'sha does slow down, chewing and swallowing the mouthful of food. "Sorry," he says, "I guess I'm used to eating as much as I can as fast as I can before Rillaeth needs me or the next round of training starts. I don't mind looking after Rillaeth, really, but stack all the exercise and training on top of it and it starts to get really tiring. That's nice for you, though! Sounds pretty much like what I did before I was Searched. I was Tajent's assistant for a while. Which pretty much meant that I did all the menial tasks that he and the headwoman were too busy for." He takes a sip of wine and munches on some tubers almost absent-mindedly.

Edyis smiles. "I can only imagine the exhaustion that follows the work, but do take care of yourself. You are the only lifemate Rillaeth has you know. Besides I would be sorry not to see your cheerfull face about this place." For search and tasks she nods, "It does come with the advantage of extra education. The lessons are - thrilling." There's a tilt of her head as she smiles, "How did your family take the news of your impression?"

L'sha cants his own head to the side in response, "Awww, that's so sweet of you to say, thank you! But it's not like the training's gonna kill me or anything. Like they say, 'that which doesn't kill me makes me stronger.' Hmm, thrilling. Not the word I'd use for lessons, but to each her own, I suppose. My parents are both riders, so they were very proud, of course. You shouldn't give up, though, this time your dragon wasn't on the sands. There's always another clutch. Not that I thought you were giving up or anything."

Edyis laughs, "It's not the training but your eating habits that concern me," she teases. "Must have been nice growing up with rider parents, might give you an advantage as far as what to expect from weyrlinghood. It's not giving up - I am just not sure I am meant to be a dragon rider. They are strange creatures dragons, and I'm only just begining to understand why everyone is so enamored with them. It seems like standing is a duty here though, so who knows. Hopefully it will be some time before another clutch is on the sands."

L'sha nods. "Well, I was mostly raised by nannies, but they did give me a few pointers. Of course, that still didn't prepare me entirely for being a weyrling. I'm always surprised about something I've learned that I never knew, or things that I thought I knew that were completely wrong. And I grew up surrounded by dragons. I think --" his thought is interrupted by a grinning teenage weyrbrat who has sneaked up behind L'sha, suddenly covering the weyrling's eyes with his hands. He cries, "Guess who!"

Edyis laughs, "See you can appriciate lessons too." The young woman stops entirely as someone covers L'sha's eyes with a laugh.

L'sha's mouth drops open in surprise, then turns into a grin, then twists into a mockery of concentration. "Hmmm, is it K'del?" The 'brat behind him giggles, then says, "Nope!" L'sha 'thinks' again, scratching his chin with a finger. "K'zin?" The boy behind him says, "No, silly, one more guess!" L'sha folds his arms over his chest and declares, "Well, then, it must be Garen." The 'brat cries, "Correct!" and gives L'sha a hug. Garen pulls a chair up next to the weyrling and tries to plant a kiss on L'sha's cheek, but only gets a faceful of hand. "Ah-ah-ah," says L'sha, "You know the rules. No touchie the weyrlings." Garen pouts and slumps in the chair. "That's so unfair." L'sha rolls his eyes. "For you or me? Trust me, I get the short end of the stick here. Do you remember Edyis? She was a Candidate, too." He looks at Edyis and hooks a thumb at Garen. "Garen here was left on the sands as well."

Edyis grins at the game, and smiles at the couple. Well she's fairly sure it's a couple rather than siblings at least. "Garen, It's good to see you again, how are you doing now that the hatching is over?" She gives L'sha an odd look, "Even a peck on the cheek is prohibited?"

L'sha shrugs and nods. "Pretty much. I don't want to take any chances." Garen rolls his eyes at L'sha. "Pfft, thanks for reminding me that you Impressed and I didn't." The weyrbrat smiles warmly at Edyis. "Oh, I'm fine, back to the stables for me. Not as exciting as Standing, but it passes the time. I hope I can Stand for the next clutch." L'sha grins at Garen. "You'd better. And you better Impress a blue." He winks at the other boy, then pauses as his eyes unfocus. He sighs and stands. "I'm sorry, Rillaeth is stirring, must run. You want the rest of this?" He motions to his half-finished plate.

Edyis frowns ever so slightly, "One more advantage for those of us left I suppose." A wink tossed at Garen. She perks up a bit at the mention of the stables, "How are the new mares that came in with the Nabol tithes fairing? One was actually from Esvay Hold stock, and the other decended from some famous racing stock." She giggles, "Or Brown, some of the browns are quite lovely." She smiles. "Take care L'sha, hope to talk again soon when things aren't so busy for you."

L'sha wiggles his fingers at Garen and Edyis in a farewell wave. "Nice talking with you, Edyis! See you around!" Garen waves to L'sha, "Bye, honey! Thanks for the rest of your plate!" He attacks the remainder of the weyrling's dinner and becomes absorbed in runner talk with Edyis.

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Logs:In Which a Weyrling Catches Up with a Former Candidate

2013-11-19T04:24:56Z

Lansha:

{{ Log
| who = L'sha, Edyis, Garen (NPC)
| where = Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr
| what = L'sha and Edyis reacquaint over dinner, interrupted by another former Candidate.
| when = 2nd
| gamedate = 2013.11.17
| quote =
| weather =
| categories =
| mentions = K'del, K'zin
| ooc =
| icons = l'sha L'sha1.jpg edyis.jpg
| log = '''Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr'''

''Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet, and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's offerings.''

''Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven -- only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed.''

----

Spring is finally settling in about the weyr. The afternoon sun creating golden streamers through the fog, but there is a sense of life in the place. The living cavern in the afternoon is as lively as ever, workers and riders filtering in between duties to catch a moment's peace and a meal. Edyis for her own part takes the opportunity to eat and contunue working over the better bits of a letter on a wax tablet. Ocassionaly looking up to greet people as they pass by.

L'sha trudges into the living cavern, having finally gotten Rillaeth down for a nap, at least for now. He looks exhausted, as the weyrling training has recently increased in intensity, ''again''. He zombie-walks over to the serving tables and begins to pick out food, quite a large quantity, in fact, onto a plate. His body seems to be operating on auto-pilot, heavily lidded eyes barely paying attention to what he's piling on the plate. He pours himself a small cup of wine, then glances around the cavern for any familiar faces. Eventually, he spies one and heads over to her.

Edyis smiles when she spots the new weyrling, arranging papers and tablets to make room for the young man. "L'sha, isn't it now? How is your lifemate?" She tries the new version of his name uncertianly. "Would you care to join me?"

L'sha seems to need effort to put on his usual cheery face, smiling warmly at the girl he remembers from Candidacy. "Hello, Edyis. Certainly." He sets his plate and cup down and collapses into a chair and sits there for a moment silently. Weariness has apparently caused temporary memory loss. "What was I about to say? Oh yes, Rillaeth! She's just lovely, getting bigger every day. She's almost longer than I am tall now. How are you doing these days? I was so sorry to hear that you were left on the sands at the hatching. Keeping busy, I see?" He nods at the papers and tablets, then begins to shovel food into his mouth at an alarming pace.

Edyis smiles, "Must be exhausting, looking after something so big all the time." She responds, "I don't mind it so much actually, being left on the sands. I was able to find work thanks to Aishani's words with the headwoman. I'm to work in the records room." She eyes the shoveling with concern, "You may want to slow down lest you choke."

L'sha does slow down, chewing and swallowing the mouthful of food. "Sorry," he says, "I guess I'm used to eating as much as I can as fast as I can before Rillaeth needs me or the next round of training starts. I don't mind looking after Rillaeth, really, but stack all the exercise and training on top of it and it starts to get really tiring. That's nice for you, though! Sounds pretty much like what I did before I was Searched. I was Tajent's assistant for a while. Which pretty much meant that I did all the menial tasks that he and the headwoman were too busy for." He takes a sip of wine and munches on some tubers almost absent-mindedly.

Edyis smiles. "I can only imagine the exhaustion that follows the work, but do take care of yourself. You are the only lifemate Rillaeth has you know. Besides I would be sorry not to see your cheerfull face about this place." For search and tasks she nods, "It does come with the advantage of extra education. The lessons are - thrilling." There's a tilt of her head as she smiles, "How did your family take the news of your impression?"

L'sha cants his own head to the side in response, "Awww, that's so sweet of you to say, thank you! But it's not like the training's gonna kill me or anything. Like they say, 'that which doesn't kill me makes me stronger.' Hmm, thrilling. Not the word I'd use for lessons, but to each her own, I suppose. My parents are both riders, so they were very proud, of course. You shouldn't give up, though, this time your dragon wasn't on the sands. There's always another clutch. Not that I thought you were giving up or anything."

Edyis laughs, "It's not the training but your eating habits that concern me," she teases. "Must have been nice growing up with rider parents, might give you an advantage as far as what to expect from weyrlinghood. It's not giving up - I am just not sure I am meant to be a dragon rider. They are strange creatures dragons, and I'm only just begining to understand why everyone is so enamored with them. It seems like standing is a duty here though, so who knows. Hopefully it will be some time before another clutch is on the sands."

L'sha nods. "Well, I was mostly raised by nannies, but they did give me a few pointers. Of course, that still didn't prepare me entirely for being a weyrling. I'm always surprised about something I've learned that I never knew, or things that I thought I knew that were completely wrong. And I grew up surrounded by dragons. I think --" his thought is interrupted by a grinning teenage weyrbrat who has sneaked up behind L'sha, suddenly covering the weyrling's eyes with his hands. He cries, "Guess who!"

Edyis laughs, "See you can appriciate lessons too." The young woman stops entirely as someone covers L'sha's eyes with a laugh.

L'sha's mouth drops open in surprise, then turns into a grin, then twists into a mockery of concentration. "Hmmm, is it K'del?" The 'brat behind him giggles, then says, "Nope!" L'sha 'thinks' again, scratching his chin with a finger. "K'zin?" The boy behind him says, "No, silly, one more guess!" L'sha folds his arms over his chest and declares, "Well, then, it must be Garen." The 'brat cries, "Correct!" and gives L'sha a hug. Garen pulls a chair up next to the weyrling and tries to plant a kiss on L'sha's cheek, but only gets a faceful of hand. "Ah-ah-ah," says L'sha, "You know the rules. No touchie the weyrlings." Garen pouts and slumps in the chair. "That's so unfair." L'sha rolls his eyes. "For you or me? Trust me, I get the short end of the stick here. Do you remember Edyis? She was a Candidate, too." He looks at Edyis and hooks a thumb at Garen. "Garen here was left on the sands as well."

Edyis grins at the game, and smiles at the couple. Well she's fairly sure it's a couple rather than siblings at least. "Garen, It's good to see you again, how are you doing now that the hatching is over?" She gives L'sha an odd look, "Even a peck on the cheek is prohibited?"

L'sha shrugs and nods. "Pretty much. I don't want to take any chances." Garen rolls his eyes at L'sha. "Pfft, thanks for reminding me that you Impressed and I didn't." The weyrbrat smiles warmly at Edyis. "Oh, I'm fine, back to the stables for me. Not as exciting as Standing, but it passes the time. I hope I can Stand for the next clutch." L'sha grins at Garen. "You'd better. And you better Impress a blue." He winks at the other boy, then pauses as his eyes unfocus. He sighs and stands. "I'm sorry, Rillaeth is stirring, must run. You want the rest of this?" He motions to his half-finished plate.

Edyis frowns ever so slightly, "One more advantage for those of us left I suppose." A wink tossed at Garen. She perks up a bit at the mention of the stables, "How are the new mares that came in with the Nabol tithes fairing? One was actually from Esvay Hold stock, and the other decended from some famous racing stock." She giggles, "Or Brown, some of the browns are quite lovely." She smiles. "Take care L'sha, hope to talk again soon when things aren't so busy for you."

L'sha wiggles his fingers at Garen and Edyis in a farewell wave. "Nice talking with you, Edyis! See you around!" Garen waves to L'sha, "Bye, honey! Thanks for the rest of your plate!" He attacks the remainder of the weyrling's dinner and becomes absorbed in runner talk with Edyis.

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Logs:In Which a Weyrling Catches Up with a Former Candidate

2013-11-19T04:24:01Z

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{{ Log
| who = L'sha, Edyis, Garen (NPC)
| where = Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr
| what = L'sha and Edyis reacquaint over dinner, interrupted by another former Candidate.
| when = 2nd
| gamedate = 2013.11.17
| quote =
| weather =
| categories =
| mentions = K'del, K'zin
| ooc =
| icons = l'sha L'sha1.jpg edyis.jpg
| log = '''Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr'''

''Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet, and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's offerings.''

''Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven -- only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed.''

Spring is finally settling in about the weyr. The afternoon sun creating golden streamers through the fog, but there is a sense of life in the place. The living cavern in the afternoon is as lively as ever, workers and riders filtering in between duties to catch a moment's peace and a meal. Edyis for her own part takes the opportunity to eat and contunue working over the better bits of a letter on a wax tablet. Ocassionaly looking up to greet people as they pass by.

L'sha trudges into the living cavern, having finally gotten Rillaeth down for a nap, at least for now. He looks exhausted, as the weyrling training has recently increased in intensity, ''again''. He zombie-walks over to the serving tables and begins to pick out food, quite a large quantity, in fact, onto a plate. His body seems to be operating on auto-pilot, heavily lidded eyes barely paying attention to what he's piling on the plate. He pours himself a small cup of wine, then glances around the cavern for any familiar faces. Eventually, he spies one and heads over to her.

Edyis smiles when she spots the new weyrling, arranging papers and tablets to make room for the young man. "L'sha, isn't it now? How is your lifemate?" She tries the new version of his name uncertianly. "Would you care to join me?"

L'sha seems to need effort to put on his usual cheery face, smiling warmly at the girl he remembers from Candidacy. "Hello, Edyis. Certainly." He sets his plate and cup down and collapses into a chair and sits there for a moment silently. Weariness has apparently caused temporary memory loss. "What was I about to say? Oh yes, Rillaeth! She's just lovely, getting bigger every day. She's almost longer than I am tall now. How are you doing these days? I was so sorry to hear that you were left on the sands at the hatching. Keeping busy, I see?" He nods at the papers and tablets, then begins to shovel food into his mouth at an alarming pace.

Edyis smiles, "Must be exhausting, looking after something so big all the time." She responds, "I don't mind it so much actually, being left on the sands. I was able to find work thanks to Aishani's words with the headwoman. I'm to work in the records room." She eyes the shoveling with concern, "You may want to slow down lest you choke."

L'sha does slow down, chewing and swallowing the mouthful of food. "Sorry," he says, "I guess I'm used to eating as much as I can as fast as I can before Rillaeth needs me or the next round of training starts. I don't mind looking after Rillaeth, really, but stack all the exercise and training on top of it and it starts to get really tiring. That's nice for you, though! Sounds pretty much like what I did before I was Searched. I was Tajent's assistant for a while. Which pretty much meant that I did all the menial tasks that he and the headwoman were too busy for." He takes a sip of wine and munches on some tubers almost absent-mindedly.

Edyis smiles. "I can only imagine the exhaustion that follows the work, but do take care of yourself. You are the only lifemate Rillaeth has you know. Besides I would be sorry not to see your cheerfull face about this place." For search and tasks she nods, "It does come with the advantage of extra education. The lessons are - thrilling." There's a tilt of her head as she smiles, "How did your family take the news of your impression?"

L'sha cants his own head to the side in response, "Awww, that's so sweet of you to say, thank you! But it's not like the training's gonna kill me or anything. Like they say, 'that which doesn't kill me makes me stronger.' Hmm, thrilling. Not the word I'd use for lessons, but to each her own, I suppose. My parents are both riders, so they were very proud, of course. You shouldn't give up, though, this time your dragon wasn't on the sands. There's always another clutch. Not that I thought you were giving up or anything."

Edyis laughs, "It's not the training but your eating habits that concern me," she teases. "Must have been nice growing up with rider parents, might give you an advantage as far as what to expect from weyrlinghood. It's not giving up - I am just not sure I am meant to be a dragon rider. They are strange creatures dragons, and I'm only just begining to understand why everyone is so enamored with them. It seems like standing is a duty here though, so who knows. Hopefully it will be some time before another clutch is on the sands."

L'sha nods. "Well, I was mostly raised by nannies, but they did give me a few pointers. Of course, that still didn't prepare me entirely for being a weyrling. I'm always surprised about something I've learned that I never knew, or things that I thought I knew that were completely wrong. And I grew up surrounded by dragons. I think --" his thought is interrupted by a grinning teenage weyrbrat who has sneaked up behind L'sha, suddenly covering the weyrling's eyes with his hands. He cries, "Guess who!"

Edyis laughs, "See you can appriciate lessons too." The young woman stops entirely as someone covers L'sha's eyes with a laugh.

L'sha's mouth drops open in surprise, then turns into a grin, then twists into a mockery of concentration. "Hmmm, is it K'del?" The 'brat behind him giggles, then says, "Nope!" L'sha 'thinks' again, scratching his chin with a finger. "K'zin?" The boy behind him says, "No, silly, one more guess!" L'sha folds his arms over his chest and declares, "Well, then, it must be Garen." The 'brat cries, "Correct!" and gives L'sha a hug. Garen pulls a chair up next to the weyrling and tries to plant a kiss on L'sha's cheek, but only gets a faceful of hand. "Ah-ah-ah," says L'sha, "You know the rules. No touchie the weyrlings." Garen pouts and slumps in the chair. "That's so unfair." L'sha rolls his eyes. "For you or me? Trust me, I get the short end of the stick here. Do you remember Edyis? She was a Candidate, too." He looks at Edyis and hooks a thumb at Garen. "Garen here was left on the sands as well."

Edyis grins at the game, and smiles at the couple. Well she's fairly sure it's a couple rather than siblings at least. "Garen, It's good to see you again, how are you doing now that the hatching is over?" She gives L'sha an odd look, "Even a peck on the cheek is prohibited?"

L'sha shrugs and nods. "Pretty much. I don't want to take any chances." Garen rolls his eyes at L'sha. "Pfft, thanks for reminding me that you Impressed and I didn't." The weyrbrat smiles warmly at Edyis. "Oh, I'm fine, back to the stables for me. Not as exciting as Standing, but it passes the time. I hope I can Stand for the next clutch." L'sha grins at Garen. "You'd better. And you better Impress a blue." He winks at the other boy, then pauses as his eyes unfocus. He sighs and stands. "I'm sorry, Rillaeth is stirring, must run. You want the rest of this?" He motions to his half-finished plate.

Edyis frowns ever so slightly, "One more advantage for those of us left I suppose." A wink tossed at Garen. She perks up a bit at the mention of the stables, "How are the new mares that came in with the Nabol tithes fairing? One was actually from Esvay Hold stock, and the other decended from some famous racing stock." She giggles, "Or Brown, some of the browns are quite lovely." She smiles. "Take care L'sha, hope to talk again soon when things aren't so busy for you."

L'sha wiggles his fingers at Garen and Edyis in a farewell wave. "Nice talking with you, Edyis! See you around!" Garen waves to L'sha, "Bye, honey! Thanks for the rest of your plate!" He attacks the remainder of the weyrling's dinner and becomes absorbed in runner talk with Edyis.

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Logs:In Which a Weyrling has a Visit from his Mother and Father

2013-11-16T01:18:53Z

Lansha:

{{ Log
| who = L'sha, L'sha{{!}}Rillaeth, L'drel, Tendrath, Shani, Ondurith
| where = Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr
| what = L'sha's parents come to visit shortly after the hatching
| when = Month 1 Weyrlinghood
| gamedate = 2013.11.14
| quote = << Damn straight! >>
| weather =
| categories = Vignette
| mentions = I'zech, Rh'mis, Rone
| ooc =
| icons = l'sha L'sha1.jpg, l'sha rillaeth.jpg
| log =

"Hey, L'sha!" I'zech's voice carried through the weyrling barracks as he strolled toward the greenrider.

Immediately, L'sha snapped to attention, standing ramrod straight, hands balled into fists slightly behind the
midline of his body. His bootheels came together with an audible but dull *klock*. "Sir!"

The Assistant Weyrlingmaster rolled his eyes and let out a little exasperated sigh. "Y'know, you don't have to do
that every time. You've got some visitors, weyrling. In the training cavern."

"Oh, um, sorry, sir." L'sha looked down at the tiny green dragonet at his feet as I'zech wandered off. "Hear
that, sweetie? Someone's come to see us! I wonder who it is."

Rillaeth lifted her head and gazed curiously up at her lifemate, eyes whirling in shades of pale blue and light
green. She followed in L'sha's footsteps as he hurried into the cavern, keeping up with him easily.

L'sha grinned and lifted his hand in a wave as he saw who had come to see him. "Oh! Hello!"

They looked up as they heard L'sha's greeting, a man and a woman on the other side of the cavern, near the door.

Through the door to the bowl, the heads of a green and blue dragon could be seen, or at least, part of them
could. They nudged each other playfully as they jockeyed for position so that one eye on each dragon could see
into the cavern.

The man was tall, about six inches taller than the woman next to him, and his face was plain and kind. Age had
crept into the face and lined it, but the laugh-lines at the corners of his eyes gave him a merry disposition
even when not smiling. Age had begun to grey his close-cropped black hair as well, though it hadn't reached the
top of his head yet. He smiled warmly to his son as he turned to him. "Lansha...er, sorry, L'sha! Silly me,
where's my head? How are you? We saw you on the sands, I'm so proud!" He clasped his hands over his heart, his
eyes already beginning to well up. He passed a hand over what's left of L'sha's hair. "And look at you, you
look like a rider already."

The woman stood out in most crowds, not for her height but her bright red shock of hair, cut short and bobbed
just above her neck. A few white strands stood out here and there, but they gave her a distinguished look. Her
eyes were a lighter, brighter shade of blue than L'sha's and her face was even more delicate, with a thin nose
and high cheekbones. The toughness beneath the delicacy was made evident by three thin lines of Threadscore on
one side, the only flaws on an otherwise exquisite face. She gave her former weyrmate a brief astonished look at
his immediate lapse of propriety and shook her head, grinning. She supposed he could be forgiven this time, he
had been Lansha for sixteen years and L'sha for three days. "I swear, your memory is worse than Tendrath's.
L'sha, dear, how are you coming along?"

L'sha's eyes moved from one parent to another, then he threw his arms around both of them and hugged, kissing
both of them on the cheek. "Thank you so much for coming, L'drel, Shani. It's so good to see you! I'm doing
fine, and Rillaeth is...she's just so wonderful! I'm really happy."

Rillaeth burbled happily at L'sha's feet, feeding off his lifemate's mood.

L'sha grinned down at the green, then looked past his parents to the door. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I see two others
I need to say hello to." He squeezed between the two riders and made for the door.

He stepped outside into the small space between the great blue and green dragon's heads and greeted them as well.
"Hello, Tendrath, Ondurith! How are you?" One eye on each dragon whirled green and gazed at the young weyrling
for a moment, then their heads shifted a bit as they looked at each other, then their lifemates. L'sha paused, a
bit confused at their reaction, then turned as his parents behind him both laughed simultanously.

"They don't recognize you, dear," his mother called out.

L'sha turned back to the dragons, arms akimbo and brows furrowed. "''What?'' What do you mean? It's me! It
hasn't been that long, has it? Well, I guess I was quite a bit shorter last time I saw you, and my hair was
longer, but you must remember!" The dragons looked at each other again, then back at L'sha with the same vacant
"expression." L'sha groaned and stooped over in frustration. "Curse short dragon memories!" He straightened
back up and grinned at the dragons again, regaining his normal unflappable cheer. "That's okay, I understand. I
still love you both!" He kissed both dragons on the cheeks as he did with his human parents.

A voice from the black vastness of space touched the green and blue then, radiating confidence and pride. << Hey!
How can you not recognize my L'sha? He's the greatest, best, strongest rider in the world! >>

The tiny green at L'sha's feet marched forward and bugled her challenge to the huge adult green and blue before
her, but L'sha blushed in embarrassment. "It's okay, love, they're my parents' lifemates. This is Tendrath and
this is Ondurith."

A lush, verdant field of flowers reached out to Rillaeth, redolent of wildflowers and pure, clean air. << Hello,
little one. My name is Tendrath. >>

This was followed by a cloud passing in front of the sun, rumbling thunder and sending soothing rain to the land
below. << And I am Ondurith. Welcome! We meant no disrespect, it has been some time since we have seen your
L'sha and he had passed from our minds. >>

<< Oh. Well, that's okay, then. But don't let it happen again! By the way, I'm Rillaeth! >> Her chin lifted
high and she made a 180 turn back to her lifemate.

The dragons in the doorway rumbled in amusement as they watched the tiny green. << She's a feisty one, >> sent
Ondurith.

<< Damn straight! >> replied Rillaeth.

L'sha rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Aheheh. Uh, sorry about that, she's a bit...strong-willed. 'Scuse
me!" He returned to his parents, Rillaeth in tow. "So, how are you two, anyway?"

"We're fine, sweetie," replied L'drel. "How are the other weyrlings, are you getting along?"

"Oh, yes, yes, fine, for the most part. Did you see all the Nabolese that Impressed? That oughta put a
trundlebug up Rone's nose. I heard he was furious at the hatching, especially when Rh'mis Impressed. I met him
before I was Searched, but he kinda disappeared for a while. Then he shows up and Impresses from the stands! I
didn't see it happen, but I was floored when I heard it."

"Oh yes, we saw that," said Shani. "Rone tried to interfere, but a wall of riders stopped him. So, this Rh'mis,
is he cute?" She knew her son well.

L'sha rolled his eyes. "He only has, like, thirteen-fourteen Turns, mother. But maybe when he gets older..."

L'drel chuckled. "Don't give him ideas, Shani, you'll get him in trouble. You know weyrlings aren't supposed to
be thinking those kinds of things."

Rillaeth followed the conversation at L'sha's feet, eyes moving from one human to another as they spoke. << What
kind of things? >>

A sigh escaped the younger greenrider. "Yeah, I think that's gonna be the toughest part of weyrlinghood for me."
He silently shushed Rillaeth. << Tell you later. MUCH later. >>

The green whuffed a great frustrated exhalation. << You always say that. >>

L'sha ignored that and looked down at his lifemate. "Show them your wings, sweetie."

Rillaeth spread her wings as wide as they could go and the two riders crouched to inspect her.

"Lovely coloration," said L'drel. "You don't see too many greens with such a dark shade, almost black. Normally,
I wouldn't care for it, but on her it's beautiful."

"Yes, and I like the stripe, too. She looks fast just standing still," Shani commented. "Look at her
proportions, that wingspan and her body shape. It's amazing she's not already taking off and zipping around the
Weyr." She crouched low to examine Rillaeth's wings carefully.

L'sha grinned and reached down to scritch Rillaeth's eyeridges. "I know, I can't wait to get her up in the air.
She'll be the fastest green on Pern, I know it!"

Rillaeth warbled happily at all the attention she was getting, eyes whirling deep blue. << Of course I'm the
fastest. And the quickest. >>

L'sha laughed. "She knows it, too. I just hope I can hang on when she does. 'Course, I'll be strapped in, but
it should still be quite a ride."

"Ohhh yes, if she's anything like Tendrath," said L'drel, "you'll be in for the ride of your life."

L'sha clenched and unclenched his hands and bounced a bit on his toes to alleviate his nervous energy. "Can't
wait," he repeated. Unconsciously, he scratched at his left arm.

L'drel stood and clapped the weyrling on the shoulder. "That's my boy." He looked down at L'sha's scratching.
"Something wrong?"

L'sha looked down. "Hmm? Oh, no, nothing. Rillaeth always seems to itch on the left side. I just oiled her
not long ago, though."

Rillaeth folded her wings and gazed at L'sha, her eyes beginning to whirl yellow in discomfort. << It's itchy!
>> She preened herself carefully.

The young greenrider's shoulders slumped. "Okay, love." He looked at his parents with an apologetic expression.
"Looks like I need to go take care of her, sorry."

Shani put a hand on L'sha's shoulder. He was half a foot taller than her now and still growing. "It's okay,
sweetheart, we understand. It was good to see you. You should tell the Weyrlingmasters about that itch of
hers."

L'drel stepped forward and hugged his son. "Wonderful to see you again, dear. Yes, don't let something like
that go, it could be more serious than just an itch or flaky skin. They should have some thicker oil to use for
something like that. And remember, hands off the other weyrlings!"

L'sha smiled and basked in his parents' love. "So nice to see you both. I'll keep in touch!"

Rillaeth's eyes whirled blue briefly, then back to yellow. << Well, that was nice. But you. Me. Oil. Now. >>
She turned and marched into the barracks.

"My lady calls. See you later!" He waved and hurried off after his lifemate.

L'drel and Shani waved after their son and headed back out to the bowl where their own lifemates waited.

<< Were we ever that small? >> Tendrath rumbled.

<< I don't remember, >> Ondurith replied.

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L'sha

2013-11-15T03:05:49Z

Lansha: /* Description */

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== Description ==
Standing at six feet even, L'sha is growing out of his lanky adolescent phase, lean muscle beginning to show on his frame after the long chore-filled Candidate period. Gone is the mop of hair he once had, his dark auburn hair is now close-cropped on the top in the style of a fresh new weyrling, shorn nearly to the scalp on the sides. His slightly long aquiline nose and high cheekbones suggest inheritance from his mother, his features more delicate than masculine. His thin lips are often quirked in a cheerful smile, suggesting a friendly demeanor.

L'sha wears typical weyrling attire, a heavy tan wherhide jacket over an off-white llama hair sweater, tough work clothes for cold weather. Close-fitting but comfortable-looking brown wherhide breeches accentuate the skinniness of his legs with rugged black workboots on his feet. A weyrling knot is looped over his shoulder, interwoven with a green cord for his lifemate. L'sha looks to be about 16 turns, 6 months, 9 days old.

== WYSK ==
No one was more surprised than greenrider L'drel when he found himself
with a pregnant bluerider weyrmate. Or to have a woman as a weyrmate at
all, for that matter. Such is the way of things in a Weyr, though and it
wasn't long after that L'sha was born. L'drel and Shana became loving
parents to the boy until it was time to turn him over to the foster
parents of the weyr. They both moved on to other mates, but always
remained as close as they could to their son. L'sha completed his schooling,
then became a fixture around the weyr, doing whatever chores and odd jobs
that were required of him. He always seems quick with a cheerful smile or a
laugh - when he's not hard at work, that is. Recently, a new weyrling knot
can be seen on his shoulder, something of which he's inordinately proud.

== History ==

== Relationships ==
Father: L'drel, rider of Green Tendrath; Mother: Shani, rider of Blue Ondurith

== RP Logs ==

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L'sha

2013-11-15T03:04:19Z

Lansha: /* WYSK */

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== Description ==
Lansha is your typical lanky, somewhat awkward teenager, nearing six feet in height and sure to exceed it once he's stopped growing. A mop of brown hair with touches of red sweeps to the left and just barely stops short of covering his deep blue eyes. His slightly long aquiline nose and high cheekbones suggest inheritance from his mother, his features more delicate than masculine. His thin lips are often quirked in a cheerful smile, suggesting a friendly demeanor.

Lansha is dressed simply in a worn but clean beige tunic with a High Reaches Weyr resident's knot looped on one shoulder. Close-fitting but comfortable-looking brown wherhide breeches accentuate the skinniness of his legs. Lansha looks to be about 16 turns, 0 months, 21 days old.

== WYSK ==
No one was more surprised than greenrider L'drel when he found himself
with a pregnant bluerider weyrmate. Or to have a woman as a weyrmate at
all, for that matter. Such is the way of things in a Weyr, though and it
wasn't long after that L'sha was born. L'drel and Shana became loving
parents to the boy until it was time to turn him over to the foster
parents of the weyr. They both moved on to other mates, but always
remained as close as they could to their son. L'sha completed his schooling,
then became a fixture around the weyr, doing whatever chores and odd jobs
that were required of him. He always seems quick with a cheerful smile or a
laugh - when he's not hard at work, that is. Recently, a new weyrling knot
can be seen on his shoulder, something of which he's inordinately proud.

== History ==

== Relationships ==
Father: L'drel, rider of Green Tendrath; Mother: Shani, rider of Blue Ondurith

== RP Logs ==

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L'sha

2013-11-15T02:59:29Z

Lansha: /* WYSK */

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== Description ==
Lansha is your typical lanky, somewhat awkward teenager, nearing six feet in height and sure to exceed it once he's stopped growing. A mop of brown hair with touches of red sweeps to the left and just barely stops short of covering his deep blue eyes. His slightly long aquiline nose and high cheekbones suggest inheritance from his mother, his features more delicate than masculine. His thin lips are often quirked in a cheerful smile, suggesting a friendly demeanor.

Lansha is dressed simply in a worn but clean beige tunic with a High Reaches Weyr resident's knot looped on one shoulder. Close-fitting but comfortable-looking brown wherhide breeches accentuate the skinniness of his legs. Lansha looks to be about 16 turns, 0 months, 21 days old.

== WYSK ==
No one was more surprised than greenrider L'drel when he found himself
with a pregnant bluerider weyrmate. Or to have a woman as a weyrmate at
all, for that matter. Such is the way of things in a Weyr, though and it
wasn't long after that L'sha was born. L'drel and Shana became loving
parents to the boy until it was time to turn him over to the foster
parents of the weyr. They both moved on to other mates, but always
remained as close as they could. L'sha completed his schooling, then
became a fixture around the weyr, doing whatever chores and odd jobs that
were required of him. He always seems quick with a cheerful smile or a
laugh - when he's not hard at work, that is. Recently, a new weyrling knot
can be seen on his shoulder, something of which he's inordinately proud.

== History ==

== Relationships ==
Father: L'drel, rider of Green Tendrath; Mother: Shani, rider of Blue Ondurith

== RP Logs ==

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Logs:In Which a Weyrling has a Visit from his Mother and Father

2013-11-15T02:46:03Z

Lansha:

{{ Log
| who = L'sha, L'sha{{!}}Rillaeth, L'drel, Tendrath, Shani, Ondurith
| where = Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr
| what = L'sha's parents come to visit shortly after the hatching
| when = Month 1 Weyrlinghood
| gamedate = 2013.11.14
| quote =
| weather =
| categories = Vignette
| mentions = I'zech, Rh'mis, Rone
| ooc =
| icons = l'sha L'sha1.jpg, l'sha rillaeth.jpg
| log =

"Hey, L'sha!" I'zech's voice carried through the weyrling barracks as he strolled toward the greenrider.

Immediately, L'sha snapped to attention, standing ramrod straight, hands balled into fists slightly behind the
midline of his body. His bootheels came together with an audible but dull *klock*. "Sir!"

The Assistant Weyrlingmaster rolled his eyes and let out a little exasperated sigh. "Y'know, you don't have to do
that every time. You've got some visitors, weyrling. In the training cavern."

"Oh, um, sorry, sir." L'sha looked down at the tiny green dragonet at his feet as I'zech wandered off. "Hear
that, sweetie? Someone's come to see us! I wonder who it is."

Rillaeth lifted her head and gazed curiously up at her lifemate, eyes whirling in shades of pale blue and light
green. She followed in L'sha's footsteps as he hurried into the cavern, keeping up with him easily.

L'sha grinned and lifted his hand in a wave as he saw who had come to see him. "Oh! Hello!"

They looked up as they heard L'sha's greeting, a man and a woman on the other side of the cavern, near the door.

Through the door to the bowl, the heads of a green and blue dragon could be seen, or at least, part of them
could. They nudged each other playfully as they jockeyed for position so that one eye on each dragon could see
into the cavern.

The man was tall, about six inches taller than the woman next to him, and his face was plain and kind. Age had
crept into the face and lined it, but the laugh-lines at the corners of his eyes gave him a merry disposition
even when not smiling. Age had begun to grey his close-cropped black hair as well, though it hadn't reached the
top of his head yet. He smiled warmly to his son as he turned to him. "Lansha...er, sorry, L'sha! Silly me,
where's my head? How are you? We saw you on the sands, I'm so proud!" He clasped his hands over his heart, his
eyes already beginning to well up. He passed a hand over what's left of L'sha's hair. "And look at you, you
look like a rider already."

The woman stood out in most crowds, not for her height but her bright red shock of hair, cut short and bobbed
just above her neck. A few white strands stood out here and there, but they gave her a distinguished look. Her
eyes were a lighter, brighter shade of blue than L'sha's and her face was even more delicate, with a thin nose
and high cheekbones. The toughness beneath the delicacy was made evident by three thin lines of Threadscore on
one side, the only flaws on an otherwise exquisite face. She gave her former weyrmate a brief astonished look at
his immediate lapse of propriety and shook her head, grinning. She supposed he could be forgiven this time, he
had been Lansha for sixteen years and L'sha for three days. "I swear, your memory is worse than Tendrath's.
L'sha, dear, how are you coming along?"

L'sha's eyes moved from one parent to another, then he threw his arms around both of them and hugged, kissing
both of them on the cheek. "Thank you so much for coming, L'drel, Shani. It's so good to see you! I'm doing
fine, and Rillaeth is...she's just so wonderful! I'm really happy."

Rillaeth burbled happily at L'sha's feet, feeding off his lifemate's mood.

L'sha grinned down at the green, then looked past his parents to the door. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I see two others
I need to say hello to." He squeezed between the two riders and made for the door.

He stepped outside into the small space between the great blue and green dragon's heads and greeted them as well.
"Hello, Tendrath, Ondurith! How are you?" One eye on each dragon whirled green and gazed at the young weyrling
for a moment, then their heads shifted a bit as they looked at each other, then their lifemates. L'sha paused, a
bit confused at their reaction, then turned as his parents behind him both laughed simultanously.

"They don't recognize you, dear," his mother called out.

L'sha turned back to the dragons, arms akimbo and brows furrowed. "''What?'' What do you mean? It's me! It
hasn't been that long, has it? Well, I guess I was quite a bit shorter last time I saw you, and my hair was
longer, but you must remember!" The dragons looked at each other again, then back at L'sha with the same vacant
"expression." L'sha groaned and stooped over in frustration. "Curse short dragon memories!" He straightened
back up and grinned at the dragons again, regaining his normal unflappable cheer. "That's okay, I understand. I
still love you both!" He kissed both dragons on the cheeks as he did with his human parents.

A voice from the black vastness of space touched the green and blue then, radiating confidence and pride. << Hey!
How can you not recognize my L'sha? He's the greatest, best, strongest rider in the world! >>

The tiny green at L'sha's feet marched forward and bugled her challenge to the huge adult green and blue before
her, but L'sha blushed in embarrassment. "It's okay, love, they're my parents' lifemates. This is Tendrath and
this is Ondurith."

A lush, verdant field of flowers reached out to Rillaeth, redolent of wildflowers and pure, clean air. << Hello,
little one. My name is Tendrath. >>

This was followed by a cloud passing in front of the sun, rumbling thunder and sending soothing rain to the land
below. << And I am Ondurith. Welcome! We meant no disrespect, it has been some time since we have seen your
L'sha and he had passed from our minds. >>

<< Oh. Well, that's okay, then. But don't let it happen again! By the way, I'm Rillaeth! >> Her chin lifted
high and she made a 180 turn back to her lifemate.

The dragons in the doorway rumbled in amusement as they watched the tiny green. << She's a feisty one, >> sent
Ondurith.

<< Damn straight! >> replied Rillaeth.

L'sha rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Aheheh. Uh, sorry about that, she's a bit...strong-willed. 'Scuse
me!" He returned to his parents, Rillaeth in tow. "So, how are you two, anyway?"

"We're fine, sweetie," replied L'drel. "How are the other weyrlings, are you getting along?"

"Oh, yes, yes, fine, for the most part. Did you see all the Nabolese that Impressed? That oughta put a
trundlebug up Rone's nose. I heard he was furious at the hatching, especially when Rh'mis Impressed. I met him
before I was Searched, but he kinda disappeared for a while. Then he shows up and Impresses from the stands! I
didn't see it happen, but I was floored when I heard it."

"Oh yes, we saw that," said Shani. "Rone tried to interfere, but a wall of riders stopped him. So, this Rh'mis,
is he cute?" She knew her son well.

L'sha rolled his eyes. "He only has, like, thirteen-fourteen Turns, mother. But maybe when he gets older..."

L'drel chuckled. "Don't give him ideas, Shani, you'll get him in trouble. You know weyrlings aren't supposed to
be thinking those kinds of things."

Rillaeth followed the conversation at L'sha's feet, eyes moving from one human to another as they spoke. << What
kind of things? >>

A sigh escaped the younger greenrider. "Yeah, I think that's gonna be the toughest part of weyrlinghood for me."
He silently shushed Rillaeth. << Tell you later. MUCH later. >>

The green whuffed a great frustrated exhalation. << You always say that. >>

L'sha ignored that and looked down at his lifemate. "Show them your wings, sweetie."

Rillaeth spread her wings as wide as they could go and the two riders crouched to inspect her.

"Lovely coloration," said L'drel. "You don't see too many greens with such a dark shade, almost black. Normally,
I wouldn't care for it, but on her it's beautiful."

"Yes, and I like the stripe, too. She looks fast just standing still," Shani commented. "Look at her
proportions, that wingspan and her body shape. It's amazing she's not already taking off and zipping around the
Weyr." She crouched low to examine Rillaeth's wings carefully.

L'sha grinned and reached down to scritch Rillaeth's eyeridges. "I know, I can't wait to get her up in the air.
She'll be the fastest green on Pern, I know it!"

Rillaeth warbled happily at all the attention she was getting, eyes whirling deep blue. << Of course I'm the
fastest. And the quickest. >>

L'sha laughed. "She knows it, too. I just hope I can hang on when she does. 'Course, I'll be strapped in, but
it should still be quite a ride."

"Ohhh yes, if she's anything like Tendrath," said L'drel, "you'll be in for the ride of your life."

L'sha clenched and unclenched his hands and bounced a bit on his toes to alleviate his nervous energy. "Can't
wait," he repeated. Unconsciously, he scratched at his left arm.

L'drel stood and clapped the weyrling on the shoulder. "That's my boy." He looked down at L'sha's scratching.
"Something wrong?"

L'sha looked down. "Hmm? Oh, no, nothing. Rillaeth always seems to itch on the left side. I just oiled her
not long ago, though."

Rillaeth folded her wings and gazed at L'sha, her eyes beginning to whirl yellow in discomfort. << It's itchy!
>> She preened herself carefully.

The young greenrider's shoulders slumped. "Okay, love." He looked at his parents with an apologetic expression.
"Looks like I need to go take care of her, sorry."

Shani put a hand on L'sha's shoulder. He was half a foot taller than her now and still growing. "It's okay,
sweetheart, we understand. It was good to see you. You should tell the Weyrlingmasters about that itch of
hers."

L'drel stepped forward and hugged his son. "Wonderful to see you again, dear. Yes, don't let something like
that go, it could be more serious than just an itch or flaky skin. They should have some thicker oil to use for
something like that. And remember, hands off the other weyrlings!"

L'sha smiled and basked in his parents' love. "So nice to see you both. I'll keep in touch!"

Rillaeth's eyes whirled blue briefly, then back to yellow. << Well, that was nice. But you. Me. Oil. Now. >>
She turned and marched into the barracks.

"My lady calls. See you later!" He waved and hurried off after his lifemate.

L'drel and Shani waved after their son and headed back out to the bowl where their own lifemates waited.

<< Were we ever that small? >> Tendrath rumbled.

<< I don't remember, >> Ondurith replied.

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Logs:In Which a Weyrling has a Visit from his Mother and Father

2013-11-15T02:43:50Z

Lansha:

{{ Log
| who = L'sha, Rillaeth, L'drel, Tendrath, Shani, Ondurith
| where = Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr
| what = L'sha's parents come to visit shortly after the hatching
| when = Month 1 Weyrlinghood
| gamedate = 2013.11.14
| quote =
| weather =
| categories = Vignette
| mentions = I'zech, Rh'mis, Rone
| ooc =
| icons = l'sha L'sha1.jpg, l'sha rillaeth.jpg
| log =

"Hey, L'sha!" I'zech's voice carried through the weyrling barracks as he strolled toward the greenrider.

Immediately, L'sha snapped to attention, standing ramrod straight, hands balled into fists slightly behind the
midline of his body. His bootheels came together with an audible but dull *klock*. "Sir!"

The Assistant Weyrlingmaster rolled his eyes and let out a little exasperated sigh. "Y'know, you don't have to do
that every time. You've got some visitors, weyrling. In the training cavern."

"Oh, um, sorry, sir." L'sha looked down at the tiny green dragonet at his feet as I'zech wandered off. "Hear
that, sweetie? Someone's come to see us! I wonder who it is."

Rillaeth lifted her head and gazed curiously up at her lifemate, eyes whirling in shades of pale blue and light
green. She followed in L'sha's footsteps as he hurried into the cavern, keeping up with him easily.

L'sha grinned and lifted his hand in a wave as he saw who had come to see him. "Oh! Hello!"

They looked up as they heard L'sha's greeting, a man and a woman on the other side of the cavern, near the door.

Through the door to the bowl, the heads of a green and blue dragon could be seen, or at least, part of them
could. They nudged each other playfully as they jockeyed for position so that one eye on each dragon could see
into the cavern.

The man was tall, about six inches taller than the woman next to him, and his face was plain and kind. Age had
crept into the face and lined it, but the laugh-lines at the corners of his eyes gave him a merry disposition
even when not smiling. Age had begun to grey his close-cropped black hair as well, though it hadn't reached the
top of his head yet. He smiled warmly to his son as he turned to him. "Lansha...er, sorry, L'sha! Silly me,
where's my head? How are you? We saw you on the sands, I'm so proud!" He clasped his hands over his heart, his
eyes already beginning to well up. He passed a hand over what's left of L'sha's hair. "And look at you, you
look like a rider already."

The woman stood out in most crowds, not for her height but her bright red shock of hair, cut short and bobbed
just above her neck. A few white strands stood out here and there, but they gave her a distinguished look. Her
eyes were a lighter, brighter shade of blue than L'sha's and her face was even more delicate, with a thin nose
and high cheekbones. The toughness beneath the delicacy was made evident by three thin lines of Threadscore on
one side, the only flaws on an otherwise exquisite face. She gave her former weyrmate a brief astonished look at
his immediate lapse of propriety and shook her head, grinning. She supposed he could be forgiven this time, he
had been Lansha for sixteen years and L'sha for three days. "I swear, your memory is worse than Tendrath's.
L'sha, dear, how are you coming along?"

L'sha's eyes moved from one parent to another, then he threw his arms around both of them and hugged, kissing
both of them on the cheek. "Thank you so much for coming, L'drel, Shani. It's so good to see you! I'm doing
fine, and Rillaeth is...she's just so wonderful! I'm really happy."

Rillaeth burbled happily at L'sha's feet, feeding off his lifemate's mood.

L'sha grinned down at the green, then looked past his parents to the door. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I see two others
I need to say hello to." He squeezed between the two riders and made for the door.

He stepped outside into the small space between the great blue and green dragon's heads and greeted them as well.
"Hello, Tendrath, Ondurith! How are you?" One eye on each dragon whirled green and gazed at the young weyrling
for a moment, then their heads shifted a bit as they looked at each other, then their lifemates. L'sha paused, a
bit confused at their reaction, then turned as his parents behind him both laughed simultanously.

"They don't recognize you, dear," his mother called out.

L'sha turned back to the dragons, arms akimbo and brows furrowed. "''What?'' What do you mean? It's me! It
hasn't been that long, has it? Well, I guess I was quite a bit shorter last time I saw you, and my hair was
longer, but you must remember!" The dragons looked at each other again, then back at L'sha with the same vacant
"expression." L'sha groaned and stooped over in frustration. "Curse short dragon memories!" He straightened
back up and grinned at the dragons again, regaining his normal unflappable cheer. "That's okay, I understand. I
still love you both!" He kissed both dragons on the cheeks as he did with his human parents.

A voice from the black vastness of space touched the green and blue then, radiating confidence and pride. << Hey!
How can you not recognize my L'sha? He's the greatest, best, strongest rider in the world! >>

The tiny green at L'sha's feet marched forward and bugled her challenge to the huge adult green and blue before
her, but L'sha blushed in embarrassment. "It's okay, love, they're my parents' lifemates. This is Tendrath and
this is Ondurith."

A lush, verdant field of flowers reached out to Rillaeth, redolent of wildflowers and pure, clean air. << Hello,
little one. My name is Tendrath. >>

This was followed by a cloud passing in front of the sun, rumbling thunder and sending soothing rain to the land
below. << And I am Ondurith. Welcome! We meant no disrespect, it has been some time since we have seen your
L'sha and he had passed from our minds. >>

<< Oh. Well, that's okay, then. But don't let it happen again! By the way, I'm Rillaeth! >> Her chin lifted
high and she made a 180 turn back to her lifemate.

The dragons in the doorway rumbled in amusement as they watched the tiny green. << She's a feisty one, >> sent
Ondurith.

<< Damn straight! >> replied Rillaeth.

L'sha rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Aheheh. Uh, sorry about that, she's a bit...strong-willed. 'Scuse
me!" He returned to his parents, Rillaeth in tow. "So, how are you two, anyway?"

"We're fine, sweetie," replied L'drel. "How are the other weyrlings, are you getting along?"

"Oh, yes, yes, fine, for the most part. Did you see all the Nabolese that Impressed? That oughta put a
trundlebug up Rone's nose. I heard he was furious at the hatching, especially when Rh'mis Impressed. I met him
before I was Searched, but he kinda disappeared for a while. Then he shows up and Impresses from the stands! I
didn't see it happen, but I was floored when I heard it."

"Oh yes, we saw that," said Shani. "Rone tried to interfere, but a wall of riders stopped him. So, this Rh'mis,
is he cute?" She knew her son well.

L'sha rolled his eyes. "He only has, like, thirteen-fourteen Turns, mother. But maybe when he gets older..."

L'drel chuckled. "Don't give him ideas, Shani, you'll get him in trouble. You know weyrlings aren't supposed to
be thinking those kinds of things."

Rillaeth followed the conversation at L'sha's feet, eyes moving from one human to another as they spoke. << What
kind of things? >>

A sigh escaped the younger greenrider. "Yeah, I think that's gonna be the toughest part of weyrlinghood for me."
He silently shushed Rillaeth. << Tell you later. MUCH later. >>

The green whuffed a great frustrated exhalation. << You always say that. >>

L'sha ignored that and looked down at his lifemate. "Show them your wings, sweetie."

Rillaeth spread her wings as wide as they could go and the two riders crouched to inspect her.

"Lovely coloration," said L'drel. "You don't see too many greens with such a dark shade, almost black. Normally,
I wouldn't care for it, but on her it's beautiful."

"Yes, and I like the stripe, too. She looks fast just standing still," Shani commented. "Look at her
proportions, that wingspan and her body shape. It's amazing she's not already taking off and zipping around the
Weyr." She crouched low to examine Rillaeth's wings carefully.

L'sha grinned and reached down to scritch Rillaeth's eyeridges. "I know, I can't wait to get her up in the air.
She'll be the fastest green on Pern, I know it!"

Rillaeth warbled happily at all the attention she was getting, eyes whirling deep blue. << Of course I'm the
fastest. And the quickest. >>

L'sha laughed. "She knows it, too. I just hope I can hang on when she does. 'Course, I'll be strapped in, but
it should still be quite a ride."

"Ohhh yes, if she's anything like Tendrath," said L'drel, "you'll be in for the ride of your life."

L'sha clenched and unclenched his hands and bounced a bit on his toes to alleviate his nervous energy. "Can't
wait," he repeated. Unconsciously, he scratched at his left arm.

L'drel stood and clapped the weyrling on the shoulder. "That's my boy." He looked down at L'sha's scratching.
"Something wrong?"

L'sha looked down. "Hmm? Oh, no, nothing. Rillaeth always seems to itch on the left side. I just oiled her
not long ago, though."

Rillaeth folded her wings and gazed at L'sha, her eyes beginning to whirl yellow in discomfort. << It's itchy!
>> She preened herself carefully.

The young greenrider's shoulders slumped. "Okay, love." He looked at his parents with an apologetic expression.
"Looks like I need to go take care of her, sorry."

Shani put a hand on L'sha's shoulder. He was half a foot taller than her now and still growing. "It's okay,
sweetheart, we understand. It was good to see you. You should tell the Weyrlingmasters about that itch of
hers."

L'drel stepped forward and hugged his son. "Wonderful to see you again, dear. Yes, don't let something like
that go, it could be more serious than just an itch or flaky skin. They should have some thicker oil to use for
something like that. And remember, hands off the other weyrlings!"

L'sha smiled and basked in his parents' love. "So nice to see you both. I'll keep in touch!"

Rillaeth's eyes whirled blue briefly, then back to yellow. << Well, that was nice. But you. Me. Oil. Now. >>
She turned and marched into the barracks.

"My lady calls. See you later!" He waved and hurried off after his lifemate.

L'drel and Shani waved after their son and headed back out to the bowl where their own lifemates waited.

<< Were we ever that small? >> Tendrath rumbled.

<< I don't remember, >> Ondurith replied.

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Logs:In Which a Weyrling has a Visit from his Mother and Father

2013-11-15T02:42:57Z

Lansha:

{{ Log
| who = L'sha, Rillaeth, L'drel, Tendrath, Shani, Ondurith
| where = Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr
| what = L'sha's parents come to visit shortly after the hatching
| when = Month 1 Weyrlinghood
| gamedate = 2013.11.14
| quote =
| weather =
| categories = Vignette
| mentions = I'zech, Rh'mis
| ooc =
| icons = l'sha L'sha1.jpg, l'sha rillaeth.jpg
| log =

"Hey, L'sha!" I'zech's voice carried through the weyrling barracks as he strolled toward the greenrider.

Immediately, L'sha snapped to attention, standing ramrod straight, hands balled into fists slightly behind the
midline of his body. His bootheels came together with an audible but dull *klock*. "Sir!"

The Assistant Weyrlingmaster rolled his eyes and let out a little exasperated sigh. "Y'know, you don't have to do
that every time. You've got some visitors, weyrling. In the training cavern."

"Oh, um, sorry, sir." L'sha looked down at the tiny green dragonet at his feet as I'zech wandered off. "Hear
that, sweetie? Someone's come to see us! I wonder who it is."

Rillaeth lifted her head and gazed curiously up at her lifemate, eyes whirling in shades of pale blue and light
green. She followed in L'sha's footsteps as he hurried into the cavern, keeping up with him easily.

L'sha grinned and lifted his hand in a wave as he saw who had come to see him. "Oh! Hello!"

They looked up as they heard L'sha's greeting, a man and a woman on the other side of the cavern, near the door.

Through the door to the bowl, the heads of a green and blue dragon could be seen, or at least, part of them
could. They nudged each other playfully as they jockeyed for position so that one eye on each dragon could see
into the cavern.

The man was tall, about six inches taller than the woman next to him, and his face was plain and kind. Age had
crept into the face and lined it, but the laugh-lines at the corners of his eyes gave him a merry disposition
even when not smiling. Age had begun to grey his close-cropped black hair as well, though it hadn't reached the
top of his head yet. He smiled warmly to his son as he turned to him. "Lansha...er, sorry, L'sha! Silly me,
where's my head? How are you? We saw you on the sands, I'm so proud!" He clasped his hands over his heart, his
eyes already beginning to well up. He passed a hand over what's left of L'sha's hair. "And look at you, you
look like a rider already."

The woman stood out in most crowds, not for her height but her bright red shock of hair, cut short and bobbed
just above her neck. A few white strands stood out here and there, but they gave her a distinguished look. Her
eyes were a lighter, brighter shade of blue than L'sha's and her face was even more delicate, with a thin nose
and high cheekbones. The toughness beneath the delicacy was made evident by three thin lines of Threadscore on
one side, the only flaws on an otherwise exquisite face. She gave her former weyrmate a brief astonished look at
his immediate lapse of propriety and shook her head, grinning. She supposed he could be forgiven this time, he
had been Lansha for sixteen years and L'sha for three days. "I swear, your memory is worse than Tendrath's.
L'sha, dear, how are you coming along?"

L'sha's eyes moved from one parent to another, then he threw his arms around both of them and hugged, kissing
both of them on the cheek. "Thank you so much for coming, L'drel, Shani. It's so good to see you! I'm doing
fine, and Rillaeth is...she's just so wonderful! I'm really happy."

Rillaeth burbled happily at L'sha's feet, feeding off his lifemate's mood.

L'sha grinned down at the green, then looked past his parents to the door. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I see two others
I need to say hello to." He squeezed between the two riders and made for the door.

He stepped outside into the small space between the great blue and green dragon's heads and greeted them as well.
"Hello, Tendrath, Ondurith! How are you?" One eye on each dragon whirled green and gazed at the young weyrling
for a moment, then their heads shifted a bit as they looked at each other, then their lifemates. L'sha paused, a
bit confused at their reaction, then turned as his parents behind him both laughed simultanously.

"They don't recognize you, dear," his mother called out.

L'sha turned back to the dragons, arms akimbo and brows furrowed. "''What?'' What do you mean? It's me! It
hasn't been that long, has it? Well, I guess I was quite a bit shorter last time I saw you, and my hair was
longer, but you must remember!" The dragons looked at each other again, then back at L'sha with the same vacant
"expression." L'sha groaned and stooped over in frustration. "Curse short dragon memories!" He straightened
back up and grinned at the dragons again, regaining his normal unflappable cheer. "That's okay, I understand. I
still love you both!" He kissed both dragons on the cheeks as he did with his human parents.

A voice from the black vastness of space touched the green and blue then, radiating confidence and pride. << Hey!
How can you not recognize my L'sha? He's the greatest, best, strongest rider in the world! >>

The tiny green at L'sha's feet marched forward and bugled her challenge to the huge adult green and blue before
her, but L'sha blushed in embarrassment. "It's okay, love, they're my parents' lifemates. This is Tendrath and
this is Ondurith."

A lush, verdant field of flowers reached out to Rillaeth, redolent of wildflowers and pure, clean air. << Hello,
little one. My name is Tendrath. >>

This was followed by a cloud passing in front of the sun, rumbling thunder and sending soothing rain to the land
below. << And I am Ondurith. Welcome! We meant no disrespect, it has been some time since we have seen your
L'sha and he had passed from our minds. >>

<< Oh. Well, that's okay, then. But don't let it happen again! By the way, I'm Rillaeth! >> Her chin lifted
high and she made a 180 turn back to her lifemate.

The dragons in the doorway rumbled in amusement as they watched the tiny green. << She's a feisty one, >> sent
Ondurith.

<< Damn straight! >> replied Rillaeth.

L'sha rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Aheheh. Uh, sorry about that, she's a bit...strong-willed. 'Scuse
me!" He returned to his parents, Rillaeth in tow. "So, how are you two, anyway?"

"We're fine, sweetie," replied L'drel. "How are the other weyrlings, are you getting along?"

"Oh, yes, yes, fine, for the most part. Did you see all the Nabolese that Impressed? That oughta put a
trundlebug up Rone's nose. I heard he was furious at the hatching, especially when Rh'mis Impressed. I met him
before I was Searched, but he kinda disappeared for a while. Then he shows up and Impresses from the stands! I
didn't see it happen, but I was floored when I heard it."

"Oh yes, we saw that," said Shani. "Rone tried to interfere, but a wall of riders stopped him. So, this Rh'mis,
is he cute?" She knew her son well.

L'sha rolled his eyes. "He only has, like, thirteen-fourteen Turns, mother. But maybe when he gets older..."

L'drel chuckled. "Don't give him ideas, Shani, you'll get him in trouble. You know weyrlings aren't supposed to
be thinking those kinds of things."

Rillaeth followed the conversation at L'sha's feet, eyes moving from one human to another as they spoke. << What
kind of things? >>

A sigh escaped the younger greenrider. "Yeah, I think that's gonna be the toughest part of weyrlinghood for me."
He silently shushed Rillaeth. << Tell you later. MUCH later. >>

The green whuffed a great frustrated exhalation. << You always say that. >>

L'sha ignored that and looked down at his lifemate. "Show them your wings, sweetie."

Rillaeth spread her wings as wide as they could go and the two riders crouched to inspect her.

"Lovely coloration," said L'drel. "You don't see too many greens with such a dark shade, almost black. Normally,
I wouldn't care for it, but on her it's beautiful."

"Yes, and I like the stripe, too. She looks fast just standing still," Shani commented. "Look at her
proportions, that wingspan and her body shape. It's amazing she's not already taking off and zipping around the
Weyr." She crouched low to examine Rillaeth's wings carefully.

L'sha grinned and reached down to scritch Rillaeth's eyeridges. "I know, I can't wait to get her up in the air.
She'll be the fastest green on Pern, I know it!"

Rillaeth warbled happily at all the attention she was getting, eyes whirling deep blue. << Of course I'm the
fastest. And the quickest. >>

L'sha laughed. "She knows it, too. I just hope I can hang on when she does. 'Course, I'll be strapped in, but
it should still be quite a ride."

"Ohhh yes, if she's anything like Tendrath," said L'drel, "you'll be in for the ride of your life."

L'sha clenched and unclenched his hands and bounced a bit on his toes to alleviate his nervous energy. "Can't
wait," he repeated. Unconsciously, he scratched at his left arm.

L'drel stood and clapped the weyrling on the shoulder. "That's my boy." He looked down at L'sha's scratching.
"Something wrong?"

L'sha looked down. "Hmm? Oh, no, nothing. Rillaeth always seems to itch on the left side. I just oiled her
not long ago, though."

Rillaeth folded her wings and gazed at L'sha, her eyes beginning to whirl yellow in discomfort. << It's itchy!
>> She preened herself carefully.

The young greenrider's shoulders slumped. "Okay, love." He looked at his parents with an apologetic expression.
"Looks like I need to go take care of her, sorry."

Shani put a hand on L'sha's shoulder. He was half a foot taller than her now and still growing. "It's okay,
sweetheart, we understand. It was good to see you. You should tell the Weyrlingmasters about that itch of
hers."

L'drel stepped forward and hugged his son. "Wonderful to see you again, dear. Yes, don't let something like
that go, it could be more serious than just an itch or flaky skin. They should have some thicker oil to use for
something like that. And remember, hands off the other weyrlings!"

L'sha smiled and basked in his parents' love. "So nice to see you both. I'll keep in touch!"

Rillaeth's eyes whirled blue briefly, then back to yellow. << Well, that was nice. But you. Me. Oil. Now. >>
She turned and marched into the barracks.

"My lady calls. See you later!" He waved and hurried off after his lifemate.

L'drel and Shani waved after their son and headed back out to the bowl where their own lifemates waited.

<< Were we ever that small? >> Tendrath rumbled.

<< I don't remember, >> Ondurith replied.

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Logs:In Which a Weyrling has a Visit from his Mother and Father

2013-11-15T02:41:20Z

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| who = L'sha, Rillaeth, L'drel, Tendrath, Shani, Ondurith
| where = Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr
| what = L'sha's parents come to visit shortly after the hatching
| when = Month 1 Weyrlinghood
| gamedate = 2013.11.14
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| mentions = I'zech, Rh'mis
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"Hey, L'sha!" I'zech's voice carried through the weyrling barracks as he strolled toward the greenrider.

Immediately, L'sha snapped to attention, standing ramrod straight, hands balled into fists slightly behind the
midline of his body. His bootheels came together with an audible but dull *klock*. "Sir!"

The Assistant Weyrlingmaster rolled his eyes and let out a little exasperated sigh. "Y'know, you don't have to do
that every time. You've got some visitors, weyrling. In the training cavern."

"Oh, um, sorry, sir." L'sha looked down at the tiny green dragonet at his feet as I'zech wandered off. "Hear
that, sweetie? Someone's come to see us! I wonder who it is."

Rillaeth lifted her head and gazed curiously up at her lifemate, eyes whirling in shades of pale blue and light
green. She followed in L'sha's footsteps as he hurried into the cavern, keeping up with him easily.

L'sha grinned and lifted his hand in a wave as he saw who had come to see him. "Oh! Hello!"

They looked up as they heard L'sha's greeting, a man and a woman on the other side of the cavern, near the door.

Through the door to the bowl, the heads of a green and blue dragon could be seen, or at least, part of them
could. They nudged each other playfully as they jockeyed for position so that one eye on each dragon could see
into the cavern.

The man was tall, about six inches taller than the woman next to him, and his face was plain and kind. Age had
crept into the face and lined it, but the laugh-lines at the corners of his eyes gave him a merry disposition
even when not smiling. Age had begun to grey his close-cropped black hair as well, though it hadn't reached the
top of his head yet. He smiled warmly to his son as he turned to him. "Lansha...er, sorry, L'sha! Silly me,
where's my head? How are you? We saw you on the sands, I'm so proud!" He clasped his hands over his heart, his
eyes already beginning to well up. He passed a hand over what's left of L'sha's hair. "And look at you, you
look like a rider already."

The woman stood out in most crowds, not for her height but her bright red shock of hair, cut short and bobbed
just above her neck. A few white strands stood out here and there, but they gave her a distinguished look. Her
eyes were a lighter, brighter shade of blue than L'sha's and her face was even more delicate, with a thin nose
and high cheekbones. The toughness beneath the delicacy was made evident by three thin lines of Threadscore on
one side, the only flaws on an otherwise exquisite face. She gave her former weyrmate a brief astonished look at
his immediate lapse of propriety and shook her head, grinning. She supposed he could be forgiven this time, he
had been Lansha for sixteen years and L'sha for three days. "I swear, your memory is worse than Tendrath's.
L'sha, dear, how are you coming along?"

L'sha's eyes moved from one parent to another, then he threw his arms around both of them and hugged, kissing
both of them on the cheek. "Thank you so much for coming, L'drel, Shani. It's so good to see you! I'm doing
fine, and Rillaeth is...she's just so wonderful! I'm really happy."

Rillaeth burbled happily at L'sha's feet, feeding off his lifemate's mood.

L'sha grinned down at the green, then looked past his parents to the door. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I see two others
I need to say hello to." He squeezed between the two riders and made for the door.

He stepped outside into the small space between the great blue and green dragon's heads and greeted them as well.
"Hello, Tendrath, Ondurith! How are you?" One eye on each dragon whirled green and gazed at the young weyrling
for a moment, then their heads shifted a bit as they looked at each other, then their lifemates. L'sha paused, a
bit confused at their reaction, then turned as his parents behind him both laughed simultanously.

"They don't recognize you, dear," his mother called out.

L'sha turned back to the dragons, arms akimbo and brows furrowed. "''What?'' What do you mean? It's me! It
hasn't been that long, has it? Well, I guess I was quite a bit shorter last time I saw you, and my hair was
longer, but you must remember!" The dragons looked at each other again, then back at L'sha with the same vacant
"expression." L'sha groaned and stooped over in frustration. "Curse short dragon memories!" He straightened
back up and grinned at the dragons again, regaining his normal unflappable cheer. "That's okay, I understand. I
still love you both!" He kissed both dragons on the cheeks as he did with his human parents.

A voice from the black vastness of space touched the green and blue then, radiating confidence and pride. << Hey!
How can you not recognize my L'sha? He's the greatest, best, strongest rider in the world! >>

The tiny green at L'sha's feet marched forward and bugled her challenge to the huge adult green and blue before
her, but L'sha blushed in embarrassment. "It's okay, love, they're my parents' lifemates. This is Tendrath and
this is Ondurith."

A lush, verdant field of flowers reached out to Rillaeth, redolent of wildflowers and pure, clean air. << Hello,
little one. My name is Tendrath. >>

This was followed by a cloud passing in front of the sun, rumbling thunder and sending soothing rain to the land
below. << And I am Ondurith. Welcome! We meant no disrespect, it has been some time since we have seen your
L'sha and he had passed from our minds. >>

<< Oh. Well, that's okay, then. But don't let it happen again! By the way, I'm Rillaeth! >> Her chin lifted
high and she made a 180 turn back to her lifemate.

The dragons in the doorway rumbled in amusement as they watched the tiny green. << She's a feisty one, >> sent
Ondurith.

<< Damn straight! >> replied Rillaeth.

L'sha rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Aheheh. Uh, sorry about that, she's a bit...strong-willed. 'Scuse
me!" He returned to his parents, Rillaeth in tow. "So, how are you two, anyway?"

"We're fine, sweetie," replied L'drel. "How are the other weyrlings, are you getting along?"

"Oh, yes, yes, fine, for the most part. Did you see all the Nabolese that Impressed? That oughta put a
trundlebug up Rone's nose. I heard he was furious at the hatching, especially when Rh'mis Impressed. I met him
before I was Searched, but he kinda disappeared for a while. Then he shows up and Impresses from the stands! I
didn't see it happen, but I was floored when I heard it."

"Oh yes, we saw that," said Shani. "Rone tried to interfere, but a wall of riders stopped him. So, this Rh'mis,
is he cute?" She knew her son well.

L'sha rolled his eyes. "He only has, like, thirteen-fourteen Turns, mother. But maybe when he gets older..."

L'drel chuckled. "Don't give him ideas, Shani, you'll get him in trouble. You know weyrlings aren't supposed to
be thinking those kinds of things."

Rillaeth followed the conversation at L'sha's feet, eyes moving from one human to another as they spoke. << What
kind of things? >>

A sigh escaped the younger greenrider. "Yeah, I think that's gonna be the toughest part of weyrlinghood for me."
He silently shushed Rillaeth. << Tell you later. MUCH later. >>

The green whuffed a great frustrated exhalation. << You always say that. >>

L'sha ignored that and looked down at his lifemate. "Show them your wings, sweetie."

Rillaeth spread her wings as wide as they could go and the two riders crouched to inspect her.

"Lovely coloration," said L'drel. "You don't see too many greens with such a dark shade, almost black. Normally,
I wouldn't care for it, but on her it's beautiful."

"Yes, and I like the stripe, too. She looks fast just standing still," Shani commented. "Look at her
proportions, that wingspan and her body shape. It's amazing she's not already taking off and zipping around the
Weyr." She crouched low to examine Rillaeth's wings carefully.

L'sha grinned and reached down to scritch Rillaeth's eyeridges. "I know, I can't wait to get her up in the air.
She'll be the fastest green on Pern, I know it!"

Rillaeth warbled happily at all the attention she was getting, eyes whirling deep blue. << Of course I'm the
fastest. And the quickest. >>

L'sha laughed. "She knows it, too. I just hope I can hang on when she does. 'Course, I'll be strapped in, but
it should still be quite a ride."

"Ohhh yes, if she's anything like Tendrath," said L'drel, "you'll be in for the ride of your life."

L'sha clenched and unclenched his hands and bounced a bit on his toes to alleviate his nervous energy. "Can't
wait," he repeated. Unconsciously, he scratched at his left arm.

L'drel stood and clapped the weyrling on the shoulder. "That's my boy." He looked down at L'sha's scratching.
"Something wrong?"

L'sha looked down. "Hmm? Oh, no, nothing. Rillaeth always seems to itch on the left side. I just oiled her
not long ago, though."

Rillaeth folded her wings and gazed at L'sha, her eyes beginning to whirl yellow in discomfort. << It's itchy!
>> She preened herself carefully.

The young greenrider's shoulders slumped. "Okay, love." He looked at his parents with an apologetic expression.
"Looks like I need to go take care of her, sorry."

Shani put a hand on L'sha's shoulder. He was half a foot taller than her now and still growing. "It's okay,
sweetheart, we understand. It was good to see you. You should tell the Weyrlingmasters about that itch of
hers."

L'drel stepped forward and hugged his son. "Wonderful to see you again, dear. Yes, don't let something like
that go, it could be more serious than just an itch or flaky skin. They should have some thicker oil to use for
something like that. And remember, hands off the other weyrlings!"

L'sha smiled and basked in his parents' love. "So nice to see you both. I'll keep in touch!"

Rillaeth's eyes whirled blue briefly, then back to yellow. << Well, that was nice. But you. Me. Oil. Now. >>
She turned and marched into the barracks.

"My lady calls. See you later!" He waved and hurried off after his lifemate.

L'drel and Shani waved after their son and headed back out to the bowl where their own lifemates waited.

<< Were we ever that small? >> Tendrath rumbled.

<< I don't remember, >> Ondurith replied.

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HRW:Weyrlings/Month2/Recap

2013-11-13T00:58:52Z

Lansha: /* L'sha */

{{WeyrlingNav |title=Month2}}
== A'rist ==

Exam results:

* '''Reading''': B
* '''Writing''': C+
* '''Arithmetic''': A-
* '''Local History''': C
* '''World History''': B

== G'laer ==

Exam results:

* '''Reading''': Proficient
* '''Writing''': Proficient
* '''Arithmetic''': Proficient
* '''Local History''': Above Average
* '''World History''': Proficient

== Ghena ==

== L'sha ==

Exam results:

* '''Reading''': B
* '''Writing''': B+
* '''Arithmetic''': C-
* '''Local History''': B
* '''World History''': B+

== Rh'mis ==

Exam results:

* '''Reading''': B
* '''Writing''': B+
* '''Arithmetic''': B
* '''Local History''': B+
* '''World History''': B-

HRW:Weyrlings/Month2/Recap

2013-11-13T00:57:44Z

Lansha:

{{WeyrlingNav |title=Month2}}
== A'rist ==

Exam results:

* '''Reading''': B
* '''Writing''': C+
* '''Arithmetic''': A-
* '''Local History''': C
* '''World History''': B

== G'laer ==

Exam results:

* '''Reading''': Proficient
* '''Writing''': Proficient
* '''Arithmetic''': Proficient
* '''Local History''': Above Average
* '''World History''': Proficient

== Ghena ==

== L'sha ==

* '''Reading''': B
* '''Writing''': B+
* '''Arithmetic''': C-
* '''Local History''': B
* '''World History''': B+

== Rh'mis ==

Exam results:

* '''Reading''': B
* '''Writing''': B+
* '''Arithmetic''': B
* '''Local History''': B+
* '''World History''': B-

HRW:Weyrlings/Month1/Recap

2013-11-12T01:22:01Z

Lansha:

{{WeyrlingNav |title=Month1}}Sometimes, it's hard to keep up with exactly what is going on with other PCs, and, even when we know what is going on, it's not always easy to know how much of it we might have ICly noticed. This page is designed to provide a place for to lay out anything other weyrlings (and the weyrling staff) might know about what is going on with your character. If you've written a vignette that you think sums things up, feel free to link to it. Otherwise, you can write a few lines, a paragraph or two, or even nothing at all (this is wholly optional).

A new page will put up each IC month.

Any questions, just ask!

== A'rist ==

== G'laer ==

Some might have hoped that Impression would have effected an over-night change making Gallagher become G'laer the Gregarious, like his lifemate, Teisyth, seems to be. Those hopes, however, are utterly disappointed. If anything, since Impression, G'laer has becomes more silent and introspective. He prefers, it seems, the solitary company of Teisyth to spending time with the other weyrlings. When he is out and about, it's because ''Teisyth'' wants to be. He'd been heard to say just after the hatching that Teisyth was supposed to be bronze (something the green evidently found hilarious). He doesn't seem to be talking much beyond when he needs to, not even to his sister (not that they seem terribly close). For all of that though, he's probably one of the more obedient weyrlings, doing as he's told without questioning it. Teisyth... well, she's ''fairly'' obedient, although she did discover how funny it is when the WLMs come running when she creels like she's hungry or hurt or whatever; so that was entertaining to her in the first few days. She meant no harm, but even with explanation as to why that's not okay, she still thinks it's funny. G'laer, like others, has been having very wakeful nights between feedings and oilings (both of which he tries to anticipate, though Teis isn't helpful to that aim), and for another bedtime story or a cuddle or a drink of water or a-- ... The requests seem to be endless. But at least she does sleep ''sometimes''.

== Ghena ==

== L'sha ==

L'sha seems to be adjusting quite well to weyrling life and has a close, strong bond with Rillaeth. He's one of the more social weyrlings, getting along well with them, with a few exceptions, the most notable being G'laer. His relationship with his fellow greenrider before was somewhat strained at best, but now it's turned downright frosty. L'sha is very upset by G'laer's attitude toward Teisyth and the fact that he wanted a bronze. Rillaeth and Teisyth, on the other hand, get along like gangbusters. Rillaeth and Knioth seem to have a good relationship as well, and L'sha gets along well with Ghena. Not that everything is roses in the pair; some may note that L'sha and Rillaeth tend to be the last or nearly last ones out of the barracks in the morning, due to L'sha's difficulties in rousing his lifemate in the morning. Rillaeth has also taken to stargazing before she hits the hay as well, perhaps contributing to her slow awakening in the morning.

== Rh'mis ==

Rhey (who still answers to that name far more readily than 'Rh'mis') has largely kept to himself, thus far. It's hard not to know who he is, given the unusual way in which he joined the class, but he's not terribly forthcoming about himself, and prefers not to socialise with his fellows (when possible). Rosvelth is far more social, and seems to be keeping his rider on his toes: they're often up late at night, and though Rhey rarely if ever refers to his dragon by name, there have certainly been some sharp admonishments.

File:Icon l'sha rillaeth.jpg

2013-11-03T19:30:19Z

Lansha:

L'sha

2013-11-03T19:21:36Z

Lansha:

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|mother=Bluerider Shani
|father=Greenrider L'drel
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== Description ==
Lansha is your typical lanky, somewhat awkward teenager, nearing six feet in height and sure to exceed it once he's stopped growing. A mop of brown hair with touches of red sweeps to the left and just barely stops short of covering his deep blue eyes. His slightly long aquiline nose and high cheekbones suggest inheritance from his mother, his features more delicate than masculine. His thin lips are often quirked in a cheerful smile, suggesting a friendly demeanor.

Lansha is dressed simply in a worn but clean beige tunic with a High Reaches Weyr resident's knot looped on one shoulder. Close-fitting but comfortable-looking brown wherhide breeches accentuate the skinniness of his legs. Lansha looks to be about 16 turns, 0 months, 21 days old.

== WYSK ==
No one was more surprised than Greenrider L'drel when he found himself with a pregnant Bluerider weyrmate. Or to have a woman as a weyrmate at all, for that matter. Such is the way of things in a Weyr, though, and it wasn't long after that Lansha was born. L'drel and Shana became loving parents to the boy until it was time to turn him over to the harpers and foster parents of the weyr. They both moved on to other mates, but always remained as close as they could. Lansha completed his schooling, then became a fixture around the weyr, doing whatever chores and odd jobs that were required of him. He always seems quick with a cheerful smile or a laugh - when he's not hard at work, that is.

== History ==

== Relationships ==
Father: L'drel, rider of Green Tendrath; Mother: Shani, rider of Blue Ondurith

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Logs:Iesaryth and Vhaeryth's Clutch Hatches

2013-11-03T19:18:07Z

Lansha:

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| who = Aishani, Alida, Anvori, Aughan, Bristia, D'kan, E'dre, Edeline, Gallagher, Ghena, H'kon, Ienavi, Israfi, Jo, K'zin, L'sen, Lansha, Leova, Leysen, N'rov, Oriane, Potipher, Quinlys, R'hin, R'sig, Rhey, Rone, Via, Y'ral, Y'rel
| where = Candidate Quarters and Hatching Grounds, High Reaches Weyr
| what = The eggs hatch! Nabolese claimants don't get to sit with the Lords and Ladies. Nobody dies.
| when = It is winter, day 22, month 2, Turn 33 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.11.01
| quote =
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| categories = Hatching, Clutch 35, A Crisis Of Succession
| mentions = Azaylia, Devaki, Issedi, K'del
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| icons = alida.jpg, anvori.png, d'kan.jpg, e'dre.jpg, edeline.jpg, gallagher.jpg, ghena.jpg, ienavi.jpg, israfi.jpg, jo mood.jpg, k'zin.jpg, lansha Lansha1.jpg, leova awlm cubs yap-yap.jpg, n'rov.png, quinlys.jpg, r'hin.jpg, rhey.jpg, aishani gold.png
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Dragon> In deep winter at the top of the world, there's lots of reasons to sleep; the snow, the cold, the constant suffocating warmth of the sands. But for once, Iesaryth doesn't take all of those excuses for slumber - the queen is awake in this winter night and watching her eggs. And even if they don't talk, aren't moving just yet, she knows now that they will. And begins to hum as sunny warm waves wash across the Weyr and out beyond. It's time. (To all dragons from Iesaryth)

Dragon> To all dragons, Arekoth takes up the hum with the faintest shimmer of yellow, way back, in the night, where Iesaryth's sunshine doesn't hit.

Dragon> Already flying from his ledge to the Bowl, Ilicaeth hums his lungs out in baritone welcome to those eggs. (To High Reaches dragons from Ilicaeth)

Dragon> Vhaeryth's is a smug hum, of course, but even beyond that, it's just plain thrilled. Their eggs! Cracking. At ''last''. They'll get to ''see''! (To all dragons from Vhaeryth)

----

'''Candidate Quarters, High Reaches Weyr

'''Two caverns lead one right into the other from a hallway just off the Common Room. Taking advantage of the high, vaulted ceiling, bunk beds march in five neat rows of five beds each allowing up to fifty people to sleep in one cavern, although one of those caverns is presently largely closed off. Functional and spartan in atmosphere, there's little in the way of decoration here, just the one tapestry depicting a hatching on the wall of the first cavern and eggs on the sands in the second.

'''Each bunk is made up when there are candidates in residence, with standard sheeting, gray woollen blankets and somewhat lumpy pillows. A trunk stands at both the head and foot of the bunks, providing a little space for the occupants to store their belongings while the wait for the eggs to hatch. The archway between the two spaces is covered over with a hide hanging, easily hooked back when both caverns are in use, but tacked into place when only the first is needed. A proper wooden door closes out noise and drafts from the hallway.
----

"I do not fucking ''be-LIEVE'' this..." Alida notes aloud as she suddenly plows into the candidates' quarters, the woman looking quite fresh from a bath, her hair still a hint damp. the rest of what she's thinking goes unsaid as militaristic precision instantly comes to the 'fore, and inspires the bluerider to bark out a D.I-esque, "Everybody up an' inta' yer robes 'n boots! They're hummin'!"

Lansha gasps and slaps a hand over his mouth, then leaps up from his bunk. "They're humming!" He begins shucking clothes and tears open his press to find his robe and sandals. He pulls the robe over his head and kicks off his boots, trading the thin-soled footwear for the much thicker-soled traditional shoes. He has a bit of trouble dressing with hands shaking from the adrenaline rush.

By comparison to the shrieking excitement and panic of some of the younger candidates, Gallagher's reaction to the hum is downright boring. He arrives behind a pair of girls, the trio all with wet hair and fresh clothes. The man moves to his bunk near the door and reaches into his press for the traditional robe and boots, making the trade of one set of clean garments for the other with efficiency.

"Move it move it..." Alida notes firmly, but not crossly, the blonde physically urging where needed, and herding the candidates into a line before the exit to the Sands. Sluggards and slackers are not tolerated by the hard-assed bluie, who quickly straightens out hair or robes of the youngest kids, where needed. "Be polite to the dragons. No need ta bow, but acknowledge 'em. Form a loose semi-circle around the eggs. Not too close." It's almost barked out so all can hear her in the din of voices. "Be sure ta get the shell outta the way if they charge. They're daft just outta the egg." Once everyone's done... "Okay, follow me out. And don't blab too loudly." And off she leads them onto those torried Sands!

----

'''Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr

'''Ringing the southwestern side of the hatching sands are ample tiers of carved stone benches, the lowest of which is some six feet off the ground -- just high enough to separate wayward hatchlings from unwary viewers, and vice versa. A metal railing on the outside helps prevent anyone from falling off; it also extends up the stairs that lead the way higher into the galleries. While most of the area is open seating, ropes section off some of the closer tiers when dignitaries are expected; those areas even feature cushions in the Weyr's blue and black.

'''The higher one climbs, the more apparent the immense scale of the entire cavern becomes. The dragon-sized entrance on the ground is dwarfed by the expansive golden sands that glitter in the light. Everything on them is easily visible from the galleries, whether that's a clutch of eggs and a broody queen, or simply its emptiness and the handful of darker tunnels that lead to more private areas than the bowl. Wherever one sits or looks, however, one thing is constant: the overwhelming, suffocating heat.
----

From the sands, Sugar And Spice And All Things Nice Egg holds very, very still against its neighbor. Just for a moment, but then it just can't wait! It ''has'' to move.

The Monaco continent enters with a fair bit of noise -- Oriane sweeping in at the head of the group. She'll seek out other Weyrleaders with her gaze, nodding greetings to them, before selecting a spot near the front. Some of the other riders split up, a group setting up near the back, R'hin amongst them. If there's any awkwardness about the Monacoans being here, they don't seem to acknowledge it: after all, the dragons being hatched are of Monacoan lineage.

From the sands, Bright-eyed and observant, finally, finally excited to be there, to be watching the eggs, Iesaryth is crouched low to watch on egg-eye level, staring as if she'll miss something. She could, it's possible - though her quick, bright thoughts are sure to reach out sooner than later, what with her annoyance at their lack of talking ''back''. Aishani is already there as visitors begin to arrive, solving the challenge of dressing for the sands with a light summery shift she's sure to change or cover on the way to the feast. For once, she's grinning, though mostly N'rov's way.

There are few Fortian riders that have made their way to Reaches to witness the hatching, but two have made their entrance after the Monacoan group. Fort's Weyrsecond E'dre is in company of his wingmate, Y'ral. They find a seat in the Galleries that'll offer a good view of eggs on the sands. "I'm telling you, first egg to hatch will be a bronze," Y'ral tells E'dre as he elbows the shorter man's side. "And you'll owe me ten marks." E'dre rolls his eyes and smirks, "We'll see about that."

From the sands, Mechanical Egg has twitched once, so it might as well try that again... though mere twitches don't seem to get the desired result. Another, stronger twitch before it sets to rocking in earnest.

The eggs must have interrupted some sort of wing function. Alpine enters more or less at once, H'kon among them, with all the usual stern aspect about him. A young bronzerider at his side slings a leg over a bench and glares at someone next to whom he's sat too close. A bluerider takes up the bench in behind. H'kon grabs a spot nearer the entrance, the last point of a triangle into which most his wingmates are fitting themselves.

"Everyone ''always'' says bronze first because it's good luck." That's R'hin, shamelessly eavesdropping on the nearby Fortians. "It's bound to be a green," the bronzerider says, with a grin, trying hard to ignore the elbow from the pretty blonde at his side, though it's probably harder to ignore her mutter, "You ''always'' think greens are the best. Not that I don't either," the woman adds, undoubtedly marking herself as a greenrider.

The Glacier riders are their usual ragtag group of rowdiness, coming in with boisterous laughter and loud wagers. Jo slips in among her wingmates, keeping up a broody silence as they all settle somewhere towards the back.

From the sands, She's a weird presence to see out on the Sands, but when sudden duty calls, nobody can say Alida's not up to the execution of such. She waits for the (mostly) orderly Candidates to follow her strong presence, then directly them with eyes and hand motions to fan out properly...after she ''and'' they acknowledge the clutchparents.

There's been a quiet murmur of interest ever since Rone - claiming to be here as Lord Holder of Nabol - swept into the galleries, surrounded by an entourage that includes his wife and children, and a number of presumed guards. It was difficult to miss that while he attempted to make for that part of the galleries set aside for dignitaries, he was forcibly stopped from doing so and he has been clearly unhappy ever since. Of course, the former Lady Nabol herself has also been prevented from joining those numbers, and has now been seated some rows away from her former stepson.

Perhaps notably absent at the High Reaches Hold dignitaries. Surely they should've arrived already? It's with a rippling murmur of whispers that when the familiar knots of the Hold are seen, the Hold's Lady and Lord are not. Whispers of 'sick' and 'the Lady is ill', then more quietly, 'exile' are heard. High Reaches Hold's representative -- and older, dour looking man -- pauses briefly to greet the various Lords and Ladies, before settling down a few rows back.

"If you consider the odds, it normally ''is'' a green that hatches first," E'dre answers R'hin with a grin, "Y'ral just likes to pretend that he cares. About luck that is. Or the prestige it'd bring N'rov, huh Y'ral?" E'dre asks the bluerider with a wink.

From the sands, It's even as the candidates begin to arrive on the sands that the quartet of black eggs lead the charge, shells breaking away to reveal one bronze, one brown, one blue and one green, all sharp-edged and superior. It's the blue that leads the way after that, rather more nimble than his siblings - but all of them find partners in short order amid the milling white-robed candidates.

From the sands, Lansha enters the sands in line with the other candidates, quietly at first. He pauses at the entrance to the sands and gives a respectful nod to Vhaeryth and Iesaryth, then moves to join the semi-circle of candidates. As he passes Gallagher, he gives him a playful chuck on the shoulder and a grin, whispering, "Ready for this, old man?"

From the sands, Vhaeryth eyes the entering candidates while he's at it, his jaw moving pointedly, at least until those first eggs hatch; then ''they'' have his attention. He aims to nudge Iesaryth with his shoulder, as though she might have missed it: look, look what they did. And so fast! Definitely related.

From the sands, Gallagher doesn't look serious for once! Is he smiling? No, that would be asking too much. Rather, he looks annoyed. Explanation is found on his arm where a teen bearing the same nose and brown hair, albeit much longer than Gallagher's, is hanging, wide-eyed. They haven't seemed overly friendly through the candidacy period, but apparently hatching nerves is bringing out the bonds of blood and old habits. "Grr, I'm scared," Ghena confesses softly. Gallagher's eyes roll, searchingly from where they'd scanned the eggs already, and to the stands where he's probably looking for parents, or maybe a savior.

It's the 'Reachian bronzerider Y'rel who gets most of the murmuring going among Alpine, anyway, when Rone enters. The wingleader isn't the only one of his number to sit up straighter, and look suspicious. H'kon, he turns his head, but just goes on with that furrow-browed face.

"And I ''always'' play to the odds," R'hin admits ruefully, spreading his hands in a 'I'm totally guilty' expression. "I've never much held with the luck of the random draw. It's not done me too many favors in the past." A beat, "R'hin. And this lovely lady with me is Bristia." The greenrider rolls her eyes at the introduction, but murmurs a hello. "And are you--" the bronzerider breaks off abruptly as the first egg cracks, snapping his fingers. "Well, what do you know -- it ''was'' a bronze. Congratulations, Y'ral, was it?"

While most of those in the galleries watch the hatching, a more political game is afoot among some of the dignitaries. A runner from Lady Ienavi's entourage heads past guards and watchers, seeking a quiet word with Lady Edeline of Tillek. Positive or negative, it's difficult to say; he returns neutral-faced.

Israfi's dressed particularly dapper tonight -- even for him -- in shades of dark harper blue, and though he acknowledges his fellow Harpers with subtle glances, it seems like he's 'working' tonight -- moving amongst the galleries until he locates a seat a row behind Rone and his family. And while the rocking of the eggs is great entertainment, the harper's brown eyes are more occupied by the various Nabolian factions.

From the sands, Mechanical Egg wobbles... then goes still. Wobbles... then goes still. It just can't seem to get into gear.

From the sands, "Shiiiit..." Alida notes low to the rapidity with which those first four hatchlings pop their shells and find their lifemates, the blonde whistling softly to herself, and eyeballing those pairs already being led off the Sands. She's got no time to let her eyes crowd-surf, right now...the remainder of the white-robes and those other eggs being watched with razor precision.

Lord Aughan rises, abruptly, abandoning those with him to remove himself from the finer surrounds of ''his'' seat, and seek out Ienavi. Those nearby may overhear snatches of their conversation: "Shameful." "Still Blood!" "I would be delighted, Aughan." On his way back, he tips his head rather coolly in Rone's direction, though even here he pauses for a brief snatch of unheard conversation. His point, perhaps, is made: ''he'' still considers both claimants worth his attention.

"Y'ral indeed," the bluerider replies with a large smile and a rather too-loud laugh that draws a few glances from those around them, "And a better gambler than E'dre here," he continues as he slaps the brownrider's shoulder. "Well met," E'dre replies with a nod to both riders in front of him. "Seems like there's more to watch than eggs and candidates," he continues, glancing towards Lord Aughan.

From the sands, Iesaryth will let Vhaeryth keep an eye on the candidates for now - perhaps he's sufficiently intimidating to trust him to the job. And she certainly hasn't missed the first eggs just then, but isn't bothered by her mate's nudge, instead leaning into his shoulder with her own, giving the blue a pleased rumble. Fast. Smart. ''Must'' be related. Her rider's ''trying'' not to be distracted by anything happening up in the galleries... but Shani's finding it difficult, dark gaze shifting there now and again.

From the sands, There's a yell of great pleasure from a local girl as she's claimed by the green that hatches from the Quiet Egg; meanwhile, the blue from within the Rusty Spoon Egg takes his time, sweeping back and forth across the sands before finally choosing his girl. That the tall, lanky, curly-haired girl is one of the Acting Weyrleader's nieces does not go unnoticed, but ''she'' seems delighted enough with her Sveianth.

From the sands, Lansha cheers for the new weyrlings. "Shards, that was fast! We barely got onto the sands!" He starts to feel the heat of the sands through his sandals, shifting uncomfortably. The beatific grin never leaves his face though, he's loving this. He cheers again as two more are Impressed.

From the sands, Gallagher probably could have avoided Lansha's shoulder-chuck if he didn't have Ghena hanging on his arm. Only, as he turns his eyes to look toward the younger man, the weight evaporates and Ghena's light feet are taking her to meet one of dragonets spilling from the first bunch. Gal can't help himself: his jaw drops. "''Just like that.''."

From the sands, Sugar And Spice And All Things Nice Egg has to get into gear, too; it's stuck between, grains of sand flying up like it's skidding in place.

From the sands, The Mechanical egg shudders, rocking backwards upon the bed of sand it has been so resting upon. The heart at the very tip of the Sugar and Spice egg seems to throb, beating in time with the attempts of the life within to emerge. A few heaves, and a couple of listing wobbles soon have it resting on a side.

From the sands, N'rov leans to whisper to Aishani, even as gray eyes flick past to the guarded tunnels' mouths: no one had better sneak onto the sands ''this'' time.

From the sands, After many failed efforts to hatch that leave Black Blade Egg looking like a loss, a sudden talon-slice of hard shell from within sends shards of egg and one frail, powdery blue scattering onto heated Sands. Silently staggering to his feet, it takes the weakling many fruitless tries until he finally collapses before the right one: a dark-skinned young man from Nabol's refugees who scoops the dragonet up and carries him off the sands.

From the sands, The streak of silver on the Mechanical Egg has looked as if it's been been ready to rupture for most of the time the egg's been on the sands, and since it started rocking and shaking, even more so. It shouldn't be a surprise when that silver seam gives way, but it might even so-- if only due to the sheer swift violence with which the shell shifts and cracks, a wet pine-dark wing breaking through to herald its shattering.

== Nothing But The Rain Green ==

Even her muzzle is long and lean, clad in the dark, unreflective green of
a winter's forest; she's a lithe dragonet with a single lustrous racing
stripe down each side, a paler, glossy hue that underscores her sudden,
strong movements and the racer's slant of her thin-boned physique. Further
ripples, as glossy but less pale, flow down her wingsails, closer and
closer together as they reach their trailing edges. Sharply defined
neckridges are wholly dark again, the same onyx as her perennially-chipped
claws, spaced in a way that seems less irregular than a pattern as yet
undiscerned. Within all that darkness, her eyes glow that much more,
holding nothing of artifice and everything of fearless, no-holds-barred
conviction.
----

"Well, Y'ral. Seems you can afford to buy us a round of drinks later." As if they cost anything, anyway, but that's not the point. The point is R'hin's taking shameless and complete advantage of another person's success. When E'dre draws their attention to the galleries, the Monacoan gives the briefest of snorts. "Posturing. They'll spend another six months before they make a decision. Blood, you know." Bristia takes the opportunity to elbow him again, hissing, "Dragons. You know?" Rubbing his side, R'hin's dutifully looking to the sands, now.

From the sands, Apparently Alida is more there as muscle than guide, for Quinlys and the other weyrlingmaster staff are busy leading new Impresees off the Sands and into their Barracks home. The pale-headed bluerider simply stands, and watches...not only the candidates and eggs, now, but also all entrances and exits to and from the hatching sands.

When Aughan approaches Rone, Israfi puts on an appearance of enraptured attention to the eggs -- and dragons -- on the sands, though he's undoubtedly trying to listen closely to catch whatever snatches might head his way.

From the sands, The frenzied rocking of The Egg sends it careening into the as-yet-still-unmoving Cut Through The Wind Egg. ''That'' is enough to finally set that second egg into motion; it rolls over itself, shuddering, and then promptly shatters - revealing the deep cobalt blue within. Moments later, it's joined on the sands by a green from The Egg, the two hunting together until they finally find partners in a pair of Nabolese siblings.

From the sands, Gallagher's eyes are moving away from Ghena as she's collected by one of the weyrlingmaster staff and back to the eggs. Now there's no sister to distract, and even Lansha and the other candidates seem to be forgotten in the new focus that he finds, brows drawing together, expression going from its surprised stated to something more severe and serious.

From the sands, Aishani's listening to N'rov, though she doesn't follow his glance just at the moment - she's still trying not to eye the Blood maneuvering above, what with all the hatchings below. Her attention is too quick to shift from dragon to dragon, eyes widening.

Alpine's got to be looking like a pack of wild dogs stuck on the other side of the gate from a rare steak, so many of them watching the interchange between Holders and would-be-Holders and other Important people from that non-Weyr world, at full attention. Now and again, Y'rel will say something to one of those in his vicinity. Sometimes he even gets a nod. Those poor dragonets are going largely unnoticed by this wing. Well, except for Arekoth and some of his winged counterparts.

From the sands, Flakes of shell begin to peel away from the Sugar and Spice and All Things Nice Egg, as shudderings from within set it to rocking, back and forth. All at once, it seems to backfire, collapsing within itself with an audible bang that sends shards flying, raining down upon the blocky green hatchling so recently within.

== Gregarious Git-R-Done Green ==

Muted teal smooths this unlikely green dragonet's hide and thick, strong
claws, gracing her squarish build with a habit of innocent, simple ease--
if one that's then been ''scoured''. Rusty streaks smear the base of her
neck and her broad chest, her blocky limbs and the last half of a long,
sinewy tail, as though she had busied herself in rain and sun for Turns
unattended; here and there even they flake away, revealing flecks of
chartreuse atop her skewed headknobs and along her undercarriage. That
brighter green thins and shines between otherwise stocky, rusty wingspars,
veins visible within those translucent sails like cracked glass that
somehow remains intact. But upward, along those irregular neckridges, that
teal green returns: rambling into a wide, yet finely chiseled head that
may have another rusty streak down her decidedly convex nose, that may
come equipped with a pair of prominent incisors-- but also a pair of
bright, inculpable eyes.
----

"Drinks on E'dre then," Y'ral answers R'hin with a grin, "And I'll even make sure to keep you laughing so much you ''might'' just fall in love with me," he adds to Bristia before the greenrider draws most of the attention back to the hatching dragons. E'dre's focus remains on the galleries and the political shuffling that seems to be going on, his face thoughtful.

When someone from Rone's camp rises from his seat, it's not to Ienavi or to Aughan that he heads, nor even to Edeline (who attends ''this'' hatching without accompaniment of anyone of a suitable age for Impression) - but instead, Edeline's husband and consort. Both seem to find their quiet conversation satisfactory, though Tillek's Lady seems less amused, her dark gaze turning from the hatching to seek out Rone across the rows of seating.

From the sands, Lansha gasps as he sees the pink egg start to move, and he drops to a crouch, robe billowing out around him. "That's my egg! Come on, you can do it!" His jaw drops in surprise, mirroring Gallagher's, as a beautiful green emerges from the mechanical egg. He stands back up, slowly, his voice all but inaudible. "Ohhh my..." Then the other green hatches, and he looks from one to the other like someone suddenly showered in riches.

From the sands, Nothing But The Rain Green is out. And now that she is, she must survey the terrain before her, no sense in charging off into things without at least some idea of what the hell is going on. Up, there are larger...versions of her? A wing stretches out. In front of her, siblings, potentially - who are ahead of her. Well, that won't do. Onward!

From the sands, Flaking pieces fall away from the Everyday Poison, innocuous in their way, at least until they're followed by a single brown-hued talon - and then, finally, a whole hatchling. The young brown shakes away the remains of his egg and then lunges into action. He takes his time, but finally, ''finally'' he finds himself young Leysen, who beams at the brown, and then up at his father in the Galleries: big L'sen grins at no longer so little L'sen, thumbs up sent and returned. Moments later, there's another brown upon the sand, hatched out of the Opportunity Rocks Egg.

From the sands, And off Quinlys and Co. go again, helping surprised and sometimes befuddled new pairs off the Sands.

From the sands, Gallagher, despite his turns as a weyrbrat, apparently never learned the lesson about hatchings being a form of entertainment. He is ''boring'' to watch; just standing there, hands at his side, eyes sliding over the hatchlings moving on the sands, a subtle tension in his form showing him ready to move at a moment's notice. Each hatchling gets some of his glance and catching Lansha's words of 'my egg' have him quirking a single brow at the teen.

"Oh. I ''like'' this one. Can we keep him?" Bristia's giving Y'ral a wide, brilliant smile, and now it's ''R'hin's'' turn to remind, "Dragons? Remember?" Bristia's getting in another wink to Y'ral before she turns in time to spot another green hatching. "She's got Saindyth's coloring." Rubbing at his chin, R'hin responds, "Well, technically these are Saindyth's grand-nieces and nephews. Let's just hope they're not as ''annoying'' as Saindyth." More elbowing, this time hard enough that the bronzerider actually ''does'' shut up. For a short time anyway.

Back in one of the rearward tiers, Leova laughs all at once, and what would normally be a quiet comment has to be louder to talk to Anvori and Via and the Glacier rider on her other side. "''Look'' at L'sen. Wonder what his boy's called now? He Searched me, you know. Neiveth." And then there's more to look at. More.

Wait. Something just happened. "What the actual...? Was that ''L'sen's'' kid?" R'hin's asking, surprised. "When did he get ''old''?" Old enough to Impress, anyway. "Remind me to buy that man a case of whisky later. He's going to need it."

"He makes promises he doesn't keep," E'dre stage-whispers Bristia's way before the greenrider turns to admire the hatching greens. "There seems to be more than just eggs hatching," he asides to Y'ral in a lower voice before he turns his gaze from the galleries to the hatching below. His thumb trails down the line of his jaw and then rubs briefly at his chin in thought before he drops his hand and folds his arms in front of him. Y'ral's attention is ''not'' on eggs any longer.

From the sands, Gregarious Git-R-Done Green is wet ''and'' sticky. And now that she is, she still has to get into gear. She lurches forward, though, more immediately than her nearest sister had, tries for traction as she starts to climb up and then down the nearest hill. Who made these sands anything other than flat, anyway?

Hey, speaking of whiskey, guess what one bronzerider R'sig, of Alpine, has? Oh yes. The flask is making the rounds, and the tension abates. Sort of. At least, long enough for those interested, Y'rel included, to take a swig and pass it on, and then get back to the staring. H'kon, needless to say, does not partake. And Arekoth shifts his wings. Helloooo, tiny green down there. Adorable.

From the sands, Nothing But The Rain Green tries to move as quickly as possible across the sands, though she has to stop to shake shake shake an eggshard off her back paw, huffing a cloud of sand up with irritation. After, she's marching to move past any slower hatchlings to find the row of candidates. The best way to do this is systematically, one by one. Rejected. Rejected. And so on.

Rone, his attention upon the games afoot amidst the dignitaries of the High Reaches area, is clearly too distracted to notice that one of his guards has begun sidling away from his position. The young man, dark-haired and slight, seems to go largely unnoticed by most of those around him - the hatching of that most recent brown presumably helps with that. He's halfway to the stairs when he ''stops'', abruptly, turning upon his heel to stare down at the sands.

The wagers continue amongst another small group of Glacier riders near the back, their presence still felt somewhat since the first egg cracked. Jo seems focused on the flurry of activity on the sands, but one might detect that she is also watching most of the activity going on around her. Holders and the names being tossed about, she's certainly hearing it all in her silence.

From the sands, She takes only a few moments to peer quickly up around the folk in the Galleries, Alida's keen green eyes catching not only knots of intent Holders, but of that knot of Glacier folks around Jo...and others who are on 'egg-guarding' duty still circulating loosely. By the time she jerks her gaze back down to the Sands-proper, there's more baby dragons tooling around, free from their shells. "So damn ''quick''..." the blonde notes only to herself.

"Going to need more than a ''case''," Bristia's muttering to R'hin. Then, over her shoulder: "That's okay. I have a very long memory, being a former Harper. I won't let him forget it if he lets me down," the Monacoan greenrider's responding to E'dre, with a twitch of lips that might well be part tease, but undoubtedly part-truth.

From the sands, Aishani has to grin at something from Iesaryth, likely, by the way she looks back at the queen; by the way the queen rumbles encouragement to her get. Go on. Figure it out. See, that one's quick enough!

From the sands, Vhaeryth might have had something to do with the sands being less than flat. It's possible, what with all that digging and moving and shuffling and reshuffling. But hills are, arguably (and never let it be said that Vhaeryth can't argue), ''good for them''. He snorts at all the remaining little ones: get a move on. And then rumbles back at Iesaryth, agreeing, because is that other egg taking a nap?

From the sands, Gallagher's form tightens as though he's going to ''do something''. But, false alarm. There's no hatchling lunging, so there's no reason ''to'' move. So he just stays, watching the progress of greens. Up hill, down hill. And the other, candidate rejecting. At least she's leaving them standing for those that come after her.

Dragon> << They are not all very fast. They will get faster. >> They'd ''better''. (To Vhaeryth from Iesaryth)

Dragon> << They'd ''better'', >> the bronze agrees, darkly. (To Iesaryth from Vhaeryth)

From the sands, Lansha giggles as he watches the little green race along the sands, rejecting one candidate after another. He keeps one eye on that other rambunctious green as well, as if expecting her to charge any minute now. He seems totally absorbed and oblivious to anything going on in the stands.

"I do rather enjoy Harper's," Y'ral comments, elbowing E'dre's side. "Shh, I'm focusing," the brownrider answers his friend with a playful shove. "Remembering Wroth's hatching, when my miserable little brown found me, and on and on and on..," he trails off and grows silent, maybe only half-joking about his thoughts.

From the sands, Gregarious Git-R-Done Green isn't so much with the looking-and-rejecting, not now at least; her eyes' yellowish, diffuse light might as well be fog lamps, lighting her way through the tumult, worried rather than irritated. Her talons scrape for purchase. She comes closer to a girl but moves away without really looking, getting past the hazards. No giggling for her. Her steps turn more tentative, then, her throwback-blunt head swinging towards ''lack'' of movement. Maybe she gets that head, that build, from the Monacoans, because she looks little enough like dam or sire... at least, until one gets to details. She breathes, hard and deep. It's close.

From the sands, Nothing But The Rain Green Hatchling has been going about things with a near-military precision and finally, finally it pays off. Her search is over, her goal is met. From amongst the white-robed candidates, she picks out a dark-haired blue-eyed young man with delicate features, and stares determinedly, even defiantly at him. She is now his, and more as, he hers.

D'kan arrives late to the festivities and ends up on the end of one of the benches near the stairs. He's bundled up for the weather outside, but that will change quickly now he's found a seat, and the heat from the sands starts to sink in. "What'd I miss?" he asks quietly of anyone standing nearby, then goes quiet as one of the older laundresses starts to fill him in.

Even though ''he's'' quiet, even though ''she's'' not standing, five-Turn-old Via most overhear D'kan because she appears to want to fill him in too. It's mostly babble, but she's very serious about it, ''eggs'' and ''cracking'' and ''babies'' and ''Vrianth was never ever ever ever that little, ever''. It's only because her father tightens his hold that she doesn't fall off his lap and head right for her mother's wingmate.

From the sands, Almost at the same time, the Secret Silver and Pensive Serpent eggs implode, depositing a sharp-boned green and an equally sharp-eyed bronze onto the sands. The two depart in opposite directions, the bronze first inspecting his sire and only then hunting himself down a candidate. It doesn't take too long before both are happily paired: triumph!

Bristia's chuckling quietly, giving another little look over her shoulder towards the Fortian, but R'hin's ''finally'' focused on the sands and not letting her forget it, either. "That one's definitely got a bit of Leiventh's look."

From the sands, Gallagher's eyes are drawn briefly to Vhaeryth and then to Iesaryth. Perhaps it was the bronze's rumbling, but then, with so much noise in the cavern, maybe it was no prompting. His blue eyes shift back in time to watch the latest Impression. His lips pull into a thin line despite the shouts of congratulations from the remaining white robes, then his eyes search the sands. Anyone who's talked dragons with him knows he's looking for the next bronze.

From the sands, L'sha mouth falls open again as the quick green finally makes her choice. His legs tremble and give way as he falls to his knees, though he doesn't seem to feel the hot sands searing them. Tears spill out of his eyes and down his cheeks as he reaches out to gently cradle the beautiful green's head. He finally remembers to breathe as he takes a great, shuddering inhalation of breath. "Yes, I know, we're together now," he whispers. In a louder voice, he says, "Her name is Rillaeth!"

From the sands, Too bad. So sad. Not bronze.<br>
From the sands, A few more tentative steps carry the Gregarious Git-R-Done Green further towards a group of candidates, where she hesitates, regarding each in turn. They're scary, or perhaps simply not ''right'', though, and on she goes, listing from side to side with each wobbling step. Her head lifts, abruptly, that long tail going still, and then she lunges forward with great certainty, letting her eyes meet Gallagher's just before she buries her head into his middle.

From the sands, Watch the Werylingmasters run. Run, WLMs, run. It's happening to quickly this time that Quinlys, I'zech and the others are almost a frenzied whirl of near-constant action on and off the Sands. By this time, Alida's finally starting to lift her booted feet a little, their soles thick, but still not quite thick enough to fully protect her from the blistering heat beneath them. Noting the remaining candidates and hatchlings, eggs, she can't help but frown a little at oblivious Lansha who is oblivious. Good way to get mauled, kid. Apparently he's lucky, however, as that choosey green decides to stare him down instead of ''knocking'' him down. Horrors, though! All the weyrlingmasters are currently off the Sands. Once more, Alida is pressed into duty, her lips twisting some as she sighs darkly, then marches out and over to the newly-minted greenrider, noting firmly to him and the dragonet, "Y'both look okay. Well then...Congratulations. Now, follow me." And off she's leading the pair towards the weyrling barracks, stepping smartly.

A few nervous inhalations (and wary glances towards the Lady Edeline) follow the sudden turn of that hatchling, that little brown towards the galleries. But it's not one of the bloods that the hatchling is after: no, he stops quite short, head lifted. The one he's after already knows, and though the dark-haired boy backs up a step, he's not running away. Still, it takes young Rhey a few more breaths before he can find it in himself to step forward and finally clamber down to the dragon waiting for him, cheeks burning.

From the sands, Rillaeth gives L'sha a gentle headbutt at his tears with a huff. No crying. What's with the crying?

Liquor seems to have done fairly well for some of the more intent in Alpine. That flask keeps making the rounds, and when it runs out, there's another to circulate in its place. The commentary is not all friendly, and still tends to dwell on Rone, but at least one or two of the riders mention the sands. And H'kon, he at least ''looks'' that way, in time to catch the brown's impression. A glance toward the ledges, and he stretches his legs forward, as if making ready to... well, to do something.

From the sands, G'laer had started to step back when suddenly the green was coming near, but he's startled into slowness, "What the-?" He manages as wet, sticky muzzle lands against his middle, knocking the wind from him with an "Oof." His face contorts. Still, no smile, but perhaps that's because Gallagher-the-guard doesn't really know how to make 'happy' show on his face. He stares down at Teisyth. Just ''stares''.

Ah, well. That's awkward. Israfi's gaze follows Rhey's climb down onto the sands with a slight furrow of brow, but it doesn't linger for long on him: he's too well trained. Instead, he's watching ''Rone''.

All that commotion - ''another'' stands Impression! - has caught Rone's attention, despite whatever else he's concentrating on. He's staring at the boy, now, and at his brown... and his face is turning scarlet with rage. It's difficult to tell precisely what his problem is (the loss of his guard?), but it's likely few will miss the way several riders need to step in before Rone's remaining guards try and follow the boy and his new lifemate. Through the crowd, there's a murmur: thief, they say. Criminal. Turn him over.

From the sands, L'sha picks up the green in his arms and laughs at something. "It's happy crying, sweetheart." He walks over to follow Alida to the barracks and waves at an older pair of riders ecstatically, one a pretty woman with a bright red shock of hair, another a balding but handsome man. They both cheer and wave him on as he follows Alida.

From the sands, Another stands Impression has certainly caught Aishani's attention, tensed her expression and posture both - and though, in the end, it doesn't seem ''so'' bad, there's something going on that doesn't look good. She starts in that direction with a dark look about her, paying no mind to the riders stepping in, or Iesaryth's stare at her back.

From the sands, One of the other assistant weyrlingmasters returns just in time to escort the last pairs back, the remaining candidates clumping together now that all have Impressed and gone.

Israfi, for his part, doesn't get involved physically when some move forward to step in with Rone's guards -- he stays in his seat, quick eyes taking it all in, undoubtedly making notes for a long letter for the Masterharper.

From the sands, Teisyth stares back. She blinks once, twice, three times, and then croons imploringly at her lifemate. It's a little ragged sound.

K'zin has been ''minding his manners''. K'del would be so proud. Seated among a handful of other Taiga riders, the only sign of any ill-will toward the Fortian-spawned hatchlings is a slight crease in his brow and anyone who knows him can probably guess that's not really from ''K'zin''. However, when Rhey starts climbing down, his eyes are drawn, and despite the look of surprise, he rises to step toward the guards, backing up those who've gotten there before him.

From the sands, ...That does stop Aishani on her march over to the galleries, the gathering of the remaining candidates. With a purse of lips, she glances over her shoulder, then goes off to do her duty and give the speech to those left standing. Fun times.

From the sands, Now ''she'' looks like a headless chicken, Alida hurrying back out after escorting L'sha and his green to find that Gallagher's been mugged with love by... "A green." ''This'' fact gets the usually dour-faced woman grinning broadly...and even wider when another of the real weyrlingmaster staff re-emerges to help the very last of the pairs. ''She'', however, takes G'laer under her not-so-kind wing, striding firmly over to him and Teisyth, and noting almost lightly, "Well... congratulations." The movement of Rhey and his new brown are caught from the corner of her eyes, but even the unexpected Galleries impression can't budge her smirk as she looks back to the new pair before her. "Wanna follow me?"

Oh, you know who's had a few swallows of hard liquor and would love a chance to get his hands on Rone? Up Y'rel goes, a few of his wingmates standing in support as their leader shoulders his way into try and get a hand on the Nabolese pretender. H'kon's legs come down to the ground, and he's up to, with a grumbled, "Hm," and his eyes are more on his wingleader than his target.

From the sands, N'rov, backing his girl up, doesn't even mime saying completely different things from behind her back, though he ''does'' eye a couple of the candidates who seem moved to protest about how it's ''not fair''. He also doesn't look towards the galleries: all that's above his pay grade. Meanwhile, Vhaeryth investigates the sands, nosing around the remaining shards as though yet another egg might, somehow, have been hidden deep inside.

Rone, certainly, doesn't wait: no sooner have the remaining candidates been dismissed than he is rising, ignoring his entourage-- and ostensibly that escapee with his brown, those riders' intervention having done that much, though he looks at them along the way like he'll remember their faces-- in favor of seeking out High Reaches' Weyrleaders... and it's not well-wishes that seem to be on his mind. Others trickle out more quietly, their machinations put aside now that there are no longer dragons to distract other onlookers.

From the sands, G'laer finally blinks. Slowly, the edge of his lips pull into a smirk. Then twitching at the edge of his lips. It's the smile ''fighting to be free''! "Stop that." He complains, forcing a scowl instead. "Those are my emotions you're hijacking." ''Still''. There's a dragon right there, and ''in his head''. His hand reaches, tentatively, landing on the green's sticky nose. "You're a mess." He assesses, just in time for Alida to be congratulating him. "Thanks. Yeah. C'mon you." The hand that settles on her headknobs though, well, that ''might'' be stroking lightly.

From the sands, Iesaryth waits for both her rider and for Vhaeryth. Just in case they missed one. You never know.

Quick to move to his feet once Rone's departed, Israfi's excusing himself and moving to try and get ahead of others. After all, he has that ''other'' job, namely assisting with the post-feast entertainment.

Bristia's quick to try and pin down that Fortian before he disappears with his offer of drinks, leaving R'hin to approach some of the Glacier riders -- the older ones greet him familiarly -- giving Jo a once-over too as a mostly unfamiliar member. "R'hin," he says, offering a hand to her with a smile.

From the sands, After considerable efforts, all Vhaeryth returns with to show Iesaryth is... a shard stuck to the end of his nose. At least it's a big one? And then he snorts, and it blows off, much like a flower petal. A... sticky, crackly, but kind of pretty flower petal. All done.

With the hatching looking to be over, the few Glacier riders on Jo's end are cheering and already making plans for the drinks table at the feast. Jo, in her black leather, is getting up with them - her gaze mostly on the altercation near them - when R'hin comes by to speak with those wingriders of hers familiar to him. She gives him the same study he gives her, watching like she's been watching everything else going on about her until he steps by and offers his hand and name. Taking the hand firmly, "Jo," she gives back, her voice of a deep quality. "Well met, R'hin."

From the sands, After her own snort, Iesaryth rustles, then spreads her wings before leaping up and into the skies. Despite the cold and snow, she angles to perch on the southern rim of the bowl and watch all the visiting dragons below. Vhaeryth, of course, is invited. Once done with former candidates, and trying not to look too disgusted by any weeping, Aishani turns to N'rov, then looks over his shoulder to the galleries. "I suppose if I don't go to the party, I'm not going to hear anything about what happened until tomorrow at least." Imagine, a whole twelve hours.

The pressure of R'hin's handshake is about equal, and it makes him smile more before he releases her hand. "Jo, yes. I've ''heard'' about you." Whether that's true, and ''what'' he's heard isn't exactly elucidated. "My fellow Monacoans seem to have abandoned me. Tell me you're going for drinks?" A hand is pressed to his chest like it's the most important question in the world.

Alpine has got loud, Y'rel as well. There are words and phrases like "disband" and "don't make us use force" and "pretender" all being tossed about. H'kon is grabbing for Y'rel. Y'rel's still trying to butt ahead and grab Rone.

From Jo, a brow lifts upon hearing that he's heard of her, and so from one so brazen, "Ya mean my rep has managed to reached Monaco, too? Should I be suspicious?" Slightly deadpan, and slightly curious since she regarding him a new in her humor before there's quirk of lips. Then there's drinks. The smile grows an inch more from her broody exterior before she says, "Of course. If I'm not as rowdy as the rest of my wing by the end of this party, then somethin's wrong. Lead the way, Monaco." Slight incline of head, her gaze never leaving his face.

From the sands, After a reply from the Fortian bronzerider, Aishani smirks, and the pair head off to the living cavern - after she's found a cloak to cover her dress, that is.

"Suspicious ''and'' curious enough to drink with me," R'hin replies adroitly, followed by a dark chuckle at her response. There's a twist of lips at her address -- Monaco -- though he's quick to do so, after a glance over his shoulder to make sure the Glacier rider isn't far behind.

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L'sha

2013-10-13T01:44:58Z

Lansha: /* Relationships */

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Lansha is dressed simply in a worn but clean beige tunic with a High Reaches Weyr resident's knot looped on one shoulder. Close-fitting but comfortable-looking brown wherhide breeches accentuate the skinniness of his legs. Lansha looks to be about 16 turns, 0 months, 21 days old.

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No one was more surprised than Greenrider L'drel when he found himself with a pregnant Bluerider weyrmate. Or to have a woman as a weyrmate at all, for that matter. Such is the way of things in a Weyr, though, and it wasn't long after that Lansha was born. L'drel and Shana became loving parents to the boy until it was time to turn him over to the harpers and foster parents of the weyr. They both moved on to other mates, but always remained as close as they could. Lansha completed his schooling, then became a fixture around the weyr, doing whatever chores and odd jobs that were required of him. He always seems quick with a cheerful smile or a laugh - when he's not hard at work, that is.

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L'sha

2013-10-13T01:44:18Z

Lansha: /* Relationships */

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Lansha is dressed simply in a worn but clean beige tunic with a High Reaches Weyr resident's knot looped on one shoulder. Close-fitting but comfortable-looking brown wherhide breeches accentuate the skinniness of his legs. Lansha looks to be about 16 turns, 0 months, 21 days old.

== WYSK ==
No one was more surprised than Greenrider L'drel when he found himself with a pregnant Bluerider weyrmate. Or to have a woman as a weyrmate at all, for that matter. Such is the way of things in a Weyr, though, and it wasn't long after that Lansha was born. L'drel and Shana became loving parents to the boy until it was time to turn him over to the harpers and foster parents of the weyr. They both moved on to other mates, but always remained as close as they could. Lansha completed his schooling, then became a fixture around the weyr, doing whatever chores and odd jobs that were required of him. He always seems quick with a cheerful smile or a laugh - when he's not hard at work, that is.

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Mother: Shani, rider of Blue Ondurith

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2013-10-04T02:18:21Z

Lansha:

L'sha

2013-10-04T02:10:11Z

Lansha:

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Lansha is dressed simply in a worn but clean beige tunic with a High Reaches Weyr resident's knot looped on one shoulder. Close-fitting but comfortable-looking brown wherhide breeches accentuate the skinniness of his legs. Lansha looks to be about 16 turns, 0 months, 21 days old.

== WYSK ==
No one was more surprised than Greenrider L'drel when he found himself with a pregnant Bluerider weyrmate. Or to have a woman as a weyrmate at all, for that matter. Such is the way of things in a Weyr, though, and it wasn't long after that Lansha was born. L'drel and Shana became loving parents to the boy until it was time to turn him over to the harpers and foster parents of the weyr. They both moved on to other mates, but always remained as close as they could. Lansha completed his schooling, then became a fixture around the weyr, doing whatever chores and odd jobs that were required of him. He always seems quick with a cheerful smile or a laugh - when he's not hard at work, that is.

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L'sha

2013-10-04T02:04:53Z

Lansha:

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Lansha is dressed simply in a worn but clean beige tunic with a High Reaches Weyr resident's knot looped on one shoulder. Close-fitting but comfortable-looking brown wherhide breeches accentuate the skinniness of his legs. Lansha looks to be about 16 turns, 0 months, 21 days old.

== WYSK ==
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2013-10-04T02:01:07Z

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2013-10-04T01:59:16Z

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Logs:Lansha's Search

2013-10-04T01:38:27Z

Lansha: Added one of Alida's missing poses and edited one of Lansha's for clarity.

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| who = Alida, Lansha
| where = Living Caverns / Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr
| what = Alida and Ilicaeth Search Lansha.
| when = Day 13, Month 12, Turn 32
| gamedate = 2013.10.01
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| log = It's windy and chilly outside - par for the course during a High Reaches winter - but it's dinner time, and this in itself is reason to take heart...especially for Alida, who's just finished up a long day of sweeps over the Crom region. Having ducked out of her jacket and other flying gear near the 'caverns entrance - her outer wear left hanging upon one of many pegs made for just such occasions - the pink-cheeked and somewhat shivery blonde can now be glimpsed moving through the queue for a fragrant, hot dinner of stuffed green peppers. On occasion, clear green eyes flick all around, keeping her assessed of what's going down around her.

Lansha is sitting at one of the tables in the hall, quietly reading a hide scroll, one leg crossed over the other. He looks up and smiles warmly at the rider as she enters, then picks up his klah mug. His hand pauses midway to his lips, however, and he looks at the empty cup in dismay. No matter, he shrugs, stands and heads over to the queue for a refill.

People smiling at her along the way? Alida doesn't usually offer such expressions back to enough people, and the lanky kid that she's moving towards, and is apparently going to pass by after the bluerider leaves the chow line once she's appropriated food doesn't get one, either...though she studies him up and down for some moments. Her neutral mien and a low grunt are all that are offered to Lansha as she searches for a place to settle and eat unmolested. Even the large, long table her Glacier wingmates gather at is eschewed by the woman, at this point.

Lansha hums a tune under his breath as he fixes himself some klah, glancing over briefly at the brusque bluerider as she studies him for some reason. He looks just a bit uncomfortable for a moment, then the feeling passes and he's smiling and humming again. He stirs some sweetening into his klah, then turns back toward his table. He doesn't get more than halfway to it, though, when one of his feet hit a gnarl of rock on the floor and he stumbles, half his mug spilling on his tunic. "Ach!" He cries out, then quickly tries to wipe the klah from his front. He moans again. "All over my favorite tunic!"

Though Alida is a person who's very cognizant of enough things about her, she's not perfect, and so didn't notice where Lansha came from in the first place. With the departure of two other Weyrfolk from both sides of his empty chair comes a chance for the palest-blonde to isolate herself some from the crowd, and she takes up that center-most seat quickly...the one the auburn-headed youth formerly sat at. Almost immediately, the bluie settles into eating her food with relative neatness and characteristic efficiency, though she does slow her consumption some so as to better take in the delicious fragrance and taste of the stuffed peppers. Better than last winter's food, by *far*. And then that kid is calling out his distress over the general din of the crowd, and green eyes flick upward to level a rather unsympathetic peer of dark curiosity upon him, again. Her lips move in vague fashion, but - if she says anything - it's certainly not overhearable, and soon enough, the woman's tucking back into her food and drink with intent. Apparently, she's not the sympathetic sort.

Dragon> He's eating too - nearly done, actually - and so Ilicaeth's reply isn't full of the rawness of needing to feed, by this point, though he's still touched by his day-long mood of extra- cheekiness. << Winning friends 'n influencin' people again? >> Smirk. (Ilicaeth to Alida)

Dragon> << Shove a sock in it. >> Yes; she's aggravated at the pithy bon mot her blue sends along after 7 hours spent listening to them while on patrol. (Alida to Ilicaeth)

Lansha continues back toward his table, still wiping klah from his tunic, distraught. "Oh, Faranth, it's ruined!" He stops short as he sees the blonde bluerider in his seat, then politely takes one of the other seats at the table. Now that he has someone to talk to, he becomes his usual chatty self. "Never going to get this out. I'll have to buy a new one at the next Gather, I suppose. New boots, too, these are getting too small already! I really hope I stop growing soon, I'm running out of clothes that fit." He looks at the bluerider as she eats her dinner. "Do you know, I grew three inches just last year? Probably another three this year, too. I guess my feet are growing too fast for me to get used to them, I keep tripping over things." He finally pauses to take a breath and sip at the remainder of his klah before it gets cold.

As Lansha stops, stares at her, Alida stops her eating, stares back up at him through flat greens. And then the sitting down and the *conversation* happen...and the woman's once-neutral features start to pinch up into a faint expression of long-suffering aggravation. While the teen yakks on, the bluerider remains deathly silent, her attention not rising from her food - which is eaten more quickly, now - though soon enough a small shake of her head is given. To what is unknown.

Dragon> Not *this* time, chica. He's in a *mood*, and his rider's the target. Time to make her hop to it for him! Along their bond, he offers the fabricated 'feeling' of interest, of focus...almost as if he's tracking an insubstantial 'something.' After some quiet moments, a baritone, << I want one uv' those things yer eatin'. They smell interesting. >> Seriously? (Ilicaeth to Alida)

Lansha carefully rolls up the hide he had been reading earlier so as to not spill anything *else* on it. He suddenly realizes that he doesn't even know the woman he'd been blathering on to. "Listen to me, dithering on and forgetting my manners. I'm Lansha, nice to meet you!" He doesn't extend a hand for the rider to shake, since she's in the middle of her dinner.

Dragon> << Come get it yerself, then. >> Because *she's eating,* Faranth damn it all! (Alida to Ilicaeth)

Dragon> BZZZT! Wrong answer! << Okay. >> The blue's winging over from the pens towards the entrance of the Caverns even now, alighting a little heavily, given his fed state, and quite ready and willing to shove his head and neck into the place. (Ilicaeth to Alida)

Dragon> << Fuckwit! >> Asshole smartass dickweed blue. Fine! << Don't bug me after this! I didn't disturb *you* while *you* were eatin'. >> Growl. (Alida to Ilicaeth)

He's silent again! Oh wait... no. Alida looks hopeful for a moment, then let-down when Lansha offers his chipper schpiel and his name. A dour grunt presages her vaguely-irritated, "Alida..." as another forkful of food is placed into her thinned yap. And rather suddenly, there's a glower scooting across the bluie's mobile features, her eyes remaining fixed - though slightly unfocused - upon her plate as she stops eating for a few seconds. After a good 10 seconds of silent pause, the blonde suddenly downs the contents of her mug of tea in a handful of gulps, then artlessly shoves one of her two left-over stuffed peppers into the thing. Over to Lansha the 'offering' is passed, while 'lida informs him in brusque alto, "My lifemate's just outside the entrance uv' the Caverns. Please give that to 'im." She sounds tart, aggravated, much-put-upon...vexation showing in deep green eyes as they meet her tablemate's blues.

Lansha blinks as he looks at the pepper-filled mug that's shoved at him. "Nice to meet you, Alida." He beams at the rider again. "I would be honored to meet your blue and give him, uh...this." He looks down at the peppers in slight distaste. "Be right back." He stands and heads out toward the bowl, muttering under his breath, "Whoever heard of a dragon that eats peppers?"

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Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr

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Her nod is vaguely grateful for Lansha's acceptance of his 'task,' but the roll of Alida's eyes at his words of being honored might speak volumes as to what the woman thinks. No matter, she's left in blessed silence to eat while her dragon soon finds the youth stepping outside to attend to his want. The grey-toned, burly blue is simply standing there like a massive chunk of granite, his teal gaze whirling at a moderate pace as he slowly lowers his bloodstained muzzle to peer at what's in the kid's hands. Unless Lansha flees, he's going to get an up-close faceful of not only dragon chops, but of the scent of raw meat, blood, and the whuff of Ilicaeth's breath upon him.

Dragon> << Lazy...gettin' someone else ta do yer work for ya." >> He can't resist slipping another stone into Alida's boot in closing comment as she sends out the weyrbrat to do her dirty work. She will PAY. Glee! (Ilicaeth to Alida)

Lansha's hair whips around his face as the bitterly cold winds swirl around him. He squints his eyes and looks around, eventually finding Alida's blue outside the cavern. He approaches the dragon without a hint of fear, however, and takes one of the peppers from the mug, holding it daintily at arm's length from his face. He's weyrbred, so he's more afraid of the peppers than the dragon, despite the blue's fearsome visage. Lansha steps within touching distance of the dragon's jaws and smiles cheerily at him, still holding the pepper. "Hello there! Your rider asked me to give you this for, uh, some reason." He's still not sure about that part.

Ilicaeth rumbles mellowly at Lansha when the weyrbrat palms that offering out to him, the rocky blue peering at the small pepper for a long moment, then inhaling its scent. Behind him, his tail takes up some small twitchings near its end, and folded-up wings at his sides rustle just a hint before a long tongue slips out from between parted, bloody jaws and sweeps up the 'tiny' offering. Enjoy your dragon-spittled hand, kid! Into Ilicaeth's maw the 'treat' disappears, and that now-hidden tongue mashes it against the vast roof of his mouth to spread the taste around better. Almost immediately, there's a reaction. It's not a creel, because honestly, he's too tough for something like that. But the dragon does manage to nearly call up a faint whine of protest, and nearly as quickly spit out the mushed pepper remnants onto the ground...along with copious amounts of spit. His eyes whirl a slow mix of lavender and yellow amidst the blue for some moments as he continues to spit, trying to get the nasty taste out of his mouth...and if Lansha is unfortunate enough to accidentally encounter any of that former pepper or dragon drool... well, at least Alida didn't.

Dragon> His disgust at the taste of the pepper is fed back undiluted to Alida, as is the comment, << You fuckin' tryin' ta poison me? >> It seemed so good when *she* was tasting it. Stupid human tastebuds. Look what you did to me, deceiving woman! (Ilicaeth to Alida)

Dragon> She's taking her last few bites of her remaining stuffed pepper when it hits her, Alida suddenly spitting out her half-chewed mouthful on to her plate and wiping her mouth as if she's ready to puke. << Mutha... ILICAETH! >> His name comes out much like one of her following cusses. (Alida to Ilicaeth)

Lansha giggles as the blue slurps the pepper out of his hand, then wipes said bedrooled hand on his klah-stained tunic. "Ewww." He doesn't really mind, though. Dragons rocked him in his cradle. Some intuition tickles at the back of his mind, but it disappears as he watches Ilicaeth spit out the pepper. Peals of laughter echo around the walls of the bowl. He then lets out a loud whoop as he nimbly leaps to avoid a copious amount of dragon saliva. Then he's doubled over in laughter again. "I...I guess you don't like them after all..." he gasps out, then falls over on the sand of the bowl floor, laughing his ass off.

Dragon> << What the fuck *is* it with you taday?!?! >> Anger at being the brunt of much of his dark humor today *and* at having her dinner interrupted in such a disgusting fashion have Alida snapping like a cap gun, at this point. (Alida to Ilicaeth)

The way Ilicaeth's snorting and wrinkling his muzzle some likely shows that he agrees with Lansha's words of not liking the stuffed pepper, the blue turning his head away from the human so he can cough a few times and hawk up a spittle-loogie that finally rids his mouth of most of the taste. Nearly on-cue, Alida comes storming out into the windy, cold night, the woman's features set into lines of bright irritation, her eyes snapping with vexation. Lansha's spared only a passing graze of that glowering look, while the tail-twitching blue bears up under the brunt of the rider's ire. "I fucking *tolja'*..." is growl-blurted out before she silences her outer voice, and lets her lifemate have it with her inner one. Meanwhile...Ilicaeth's apparently ignoring his lifemate, snuffling and snorting to himself...until he arches his neck, turns his head back to peer down at the pair of humans for a moment. A low rumble emerges from the blue's wide chest, and after more moments of outer silence between rider and dragon, Alida breaks it with a massive roll of eyes and a clipped, NewYork minute, hard-accented, "He wants ya fer Iesaryth's eggs." The dink.

Dragon> Even easy-going guys like Ilicaeth have 'off' days. << Shove a sock in it. >> Because *now* he's busy with something that's truly important...checking out this pepper-bringing kid. And whether this Searching is an honest one, or something meant to divert at least part of his rider's aggravation, he'll never tell. (Ilicaeth to Alida)

Lansha sits up on the sand as his laughter finally dies down, still breathing heavily. He stands as Alida comes out to the bowl and stands, brushing sand off himself as he does. He giggles again as the rider scolds her dragon, then the next thing she says hits him like a glass of cold water in the face. He stares at Alida for a few seconds, dumbstruck. "Whuh?" is all he manages to get out. He turns his head to look at the blue rumbling at him, breathing even more heavily now. His pounding heart is almost audible.

The dark look Alida gives laughing Lansha might be enough to scare sane people, but nobody ever said teenagers were anything but crazy. "You heard me..." the blonde clips off in irritation to the youth, then glaring a few daggers at her blue...who's looking about as bland and disinterested as can be, right now. Granite. "Yes 'r no?"

Lansha suddenly looks woozy and stumbles unsteadily on his feet a bit, arms outstretched to steady himself. One hand settles against Ilicaeth's foreleg and he bends over slightly, panting. "Give me...minute...catch my breath..." After a minute, he looks better, his breathing slower. He gives his head a shake to clear it, then reassesses the situation. "Yes or no? Well, my answer would have to be YEEESSS!" He screams the last word, echoes once again reverberating throughout the Weyr.

For a bare moment, Alida appears a touch concerned at Lansha's physical reaction, but her general irritation at having her dinner interrupted saves her, the blonde simply nodding before she moves over to her blue's head...avoiding his gobbers. The youth's scream of assent makes the woman glare, then roll her eyes at him before she lips off a hard-accented, "You know who ta report to, where ta set up?" Just in case, she tersely gives him words and pointers as to where the candidate Barracks are located, as well as who to report to and where to find the lists of duties and 'no-nos' for candidates.

Lansha nods as he finally calms down. "I know where the quarters are, yes." He pays close attention to the instructions he's given. "Um, sorry for the outburst. S'just...I was starting to think it wasn't going to happen. Thank you." He grins up at the blue. "And thank you! Um..." He looks back at Alida. "What's his name?"

At this point - still a little hungry - Alida just blows off Lansha's 'sorry,' the woman managing to find it in her scruffy heart to appreciate this moment of wonder. Even she was surprised when she was Searched. A small nod presages her low, "Ilicaeth," the blue reacting to his name with a low chuff and a peer down at the youth. A light slap - both irritated and yet somehow approving - is offered to her lifemate's massive jaw, the woman then shivering some from the cold and wind. "Enjoy yer last night uv freedom fer a month. *I'm* goin' back in ta *eat*." And just like that, she's pivoting about, and stalking back towards the 'Caverns.

Lansha waves happily at the blue. "Thank you, Ilicaeth!" He looks like he's about to give Alida a hug, but barely resists the urge. Something tells him that hugging this woman, or even touching her, would be baaaad. So he's content to head back into the caverns. One more urge he can't resist, though, is to leap into the air and click the heels of his boots together.

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L'sha

2013-09-25T23:17:22Z

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L'sha

2013-09-23T22:45:03Z

Lansha:

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Lansha is your typical lanky, somewhat awkward teenager, nearing six feet in height and sure to exceed it once he's stopped growing. A mop of brown hair with touches of red sweeps to the left and just barely stops short of covering his deep blue eyes. His slightly long aquiline nose and high cheekbones suggest inheritance from his mother, his features more delicate than masculine. His thin lips are often quirked in a cheerful smile, suggesting a friendly demeanor.

Lansha is dressed simply in a worn but clean beige tunic with a High Reaches Weyr resident's knot looped on one shoulder. Close-fitting but comfortable-looking brown wherhide breeches accentuate the skinniness of his legs. Lansha looks to be about 16 turns, 0 months, 21 days old.

== WYSK ==
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