Difference between revisions of "Logs:Searched!"

Your location's current time: 19:09 on day 21, month 7, Turn 51, of the Tenth Pass. It is a summer evening.

Tillek Hold, Outer Courtyard(#677RJ$) Tillek's ramp is generally busy, people moving to and from the gates, or the cothold meadow. The smell of the sea is strong here, carried by a gentle breeze. As you look around, you can see Tillek's terraced farms, and stands of conifers. To your south are the gates of Tillek, and east of these a turret towers above you. To the southwest, down a short ramp, stretches the Hold's gather meadow, ringed by small family cotholds. The road up to Tillek stretches back east to the mainland, sloping downward slightly. To the west, a path climbs up the hill, branching to go around the Hold to the south, and up to the fireheights. Obvious exits: Docks SeaCraft Path Tillek Hold Road

In the sky above, Psamanth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

In the sky above, Psamanth wings down to the Courtyard.

Psamanth comes through the gates from the courtyard. Psamanth has arrived.

The hazy light of a setting summer sun casts shadows along the dusty roads. Seated along the ramp, feet swung off the side and keeping a general eye out on the traffic, Satiet chatters idly with a younger girl at her side. Her movements are delicate and well thought out, little excess in them and her speech a soothing alto. "Da's negotiating with some holders right now for the fish he hauled in last sevenday. He said we could see if there was any selection of wares the weavers may have had here, but," the lanky girl shrugs, a soft giggle esconcing her words, "I didn't see much of anything that would catch Trelmin's eye, but then again, I'm sure it wouldn't take much for his eye to be caught."

Psamanth Glossy, mottled hide shifts from light to medium green in an array of endless dappling that spreads down her svelte form -- breaking over neckridges from headknobs to refined tail tip. The mosaic patterning also covers the spread of her wingsails and their spars, though the hue shifts from graduated tones of aqua along her wingspars to shades of sea green across semi-transparent sails. Her intoxicating coloration makes another change as it graces her concave face, yellowing out to a warm amber when reaching the dainty muzzle at its tip. She moves with a simple timelessness that shows through in spite the clumsiness of her young age, as though she's already wiser than her turns.

At 3 Turns, 3 months, and 21 days old, Psamanth is approximately 26 meters in length with a wingspan of 43 meters. Today, her mottled hide seems to glow with an inner radiant.

Karimina The first thing an onlooker would notice about this young lady is a pair of intense eyes, a striking dark emerald in hue, set in a delicate, fineboned face. The delicacy of her features reflects her size - she stands about three inches under five feet in height, petite and slender though well proportioned. Her hair, a true ebony rather than the brown-black that so often is mistaken for this shade, has recently been cut just below her earlobes in a short bob, hanging loose to frame her face. She looks to be around twenty-one or twenty-two Turns in age.

She is wearing a set of flying leather that is made out of thick wherhide, stained as dark as the moonless night. Fastening the jacket from her neck down to her hips are several securely buckled strap, however she has over- turned the top edges of the jacket, revealing the deep dark jade green woolen lining. . Around her waist is a wide wherhide belt ringed with metal roundels, with which she can clip herself into Psamanths straps, All the seams seem to be edged with green trim that is an attractive wave pattern, and the right chest is adorned with a badge bearing the High Reaches Weyr insignia and an Avalanche badge is on her right shoulder . Her warm wherhide pants fit snugly against her legs. Her thick boots rises to her knees and are also lined with the same jade color woolen lining as her jacket. Thick flying gloves are stained the same midnight black as the rest of her outfit, and lined with the same wool as the rest of her outfit.

On her shoulder is a blue and black knot that shows her position to be that of a rider in the Avalanche Wing at High Reaches Weyr, a green thread runs through it denoting the color of her lifemate.

Psamanth lands just out side the main courtyard away from the main road. Rumbling just a bit, she turns her head towards the sea. Karimina, who is chuckling at her lifemate, sides down the side of this large green and lands deftly on her feat. Giving the green a small scratch, she says. "I know my love but we are in a hurry."

Karimina jumps down Psamanth's side to the ground, the dragon's sparkling eyes watching closely. Karimina has arrived.

The Tillek girl's dark hair swings from side to side, her companion pointing to the sky. Satiet casts a glance towards the path of the green, noting the dragon's landing with an air of little concern. "Vilenne, you notice the silliest things. If you came to the big hold more often things like a dragon landing are normal." But the blue eyes darken, narrowing a bit as she can't seem to stop flicking glances towards the rider, attempting, but failing, to be discreet about seeing where she goes. Clearing her throat, she glances back at the naive Vilenne, "In any case, I was thinking a lovely deep rose would go well with my hair, and then the next fish harvest festival, you could put my hair up like you did for Sophie before?"

Psamanth snorts at her rider sulking just a bit. Laying her head down on the ground, she turns her head away from the sea and her rider, turning towards the two girls that are on the ramp. This cause Karimina to laugh heartily. "If we get back in time, we can see about a swim." Psamanth just rumbles a bit, then closes her eyes. Karimina just shakes her head and begins to walk closer to the hold ramp.

Vilenne's reply pauses, the younger of the two girls catching sight of the approaching rider, but a quick elbow jab from the raven-haired girl brings her back to Pern. "I don't know about that," Satiet's quick to respond, her half-lidded gaze fixed on a point halfway between the greenrider's current position and her own. "If you think someone's worth your time, you should spend time with them. Sometimes, Vil, I'm sure you have a wherry for a brain and manure for the other." But it's said with such a sweet smile, that the other girl looks momentarily confused. "But really, if you think he's interested, I won't stand in your way, really." Easing backwards, she places her hands behind her and leans, her legs swinging with more careless ease - perhaps feigned. "Evening," is called out, joining the other greetings that are sent the rider's way, "Tillek's duties."

Karimina nods here and there to those that offer greetings, stopping to talk to a few young men. After a few minutes of conversation, she glances back to Psamanth. Getting no responses from the green, Karimina spends a few more minutes with the holder boys and moves on down the road. However, as she walks pass Vilenne and Satiet, Sam rumbles a bit. This cause Karimina to stop dead in her tracks. She turns and scans the people around her, her intense green eyes resting on the two girls. Frowning a bit, she mutters. "Are you sure?" and the walks closer. "Evening. High Reaches Weyr duties." she says to the females.

Satiet Satiet is slight and compact in build, with remnant baby fat rounding her ovular face. In her mid-teens, the awkwardness of her stance betrays youth, and even with the subtle signs of femininity appearing in a gentle mold here and there, it's for certain she'll never grow up to be well-endowed. Sun- streaked raven hair is cut fairly short framing her face in loose waves, the ends curling outward as they hit her shoulders in a messy tousle. In sharp contrast with her skin, as well as the dark set in her tanned complexion, her eyes are a vivid blue, though detached in focus with an underlying aloofness.

Simple, favoring natural undyed material to gaudy colors, she is attired in loose beige pants that hang along her hip, held up by a coil of thin rope. Riddled with holes along the legs, they fall to just below her knees, met by sunned and well-muscled calves and then her sandaled bare feet. A loose summer sweater, knit in a dirty white, which must have been pristine at some point in its life, hangs loosely on her shoulders, so that the straps of her undershirt are visible. Grime marks the attire, evidence of either dirt play or hard work in her life. A hand me down knot, frayed and worn with age, is distinguishable as one attributed to the residents of a minor holding near Tillek.

With careless movements, her hands straying to her hair and brushing back the locks from her face, Satiet pretends enthrallment with Vilenne's words. Little hints betray her boredom however, the slight roll of her blue eyes, the idle twirl of her short hair, and then the coy look shot towards first the holder boys, who don't pay her much attention. Pffting softly, the bangs that float over her eyes lifting, she then returns her attention to Vilenne. "Shells, Vil, you need to stop sounding like a firelizard cracked its shell in your head at birth." Disgust contorts the sharp features, and she shakes her head, bringing Karimina's approach into her line of sight. Her expression is quick to smooth out into a mostly affable smile, "Evening, greenrider. Is it cold up at High Reaches still?"

Karimina flashes the girls a charming smile as she careful look over each one. "It is always cold in Reaches compared to here. How are you two today?"

Vilenne's breath draws in sharply, apparently in an attempt to make her slightly rotund self look thinner. "We're well, thank you very much, ma'am." The other girl's high-pitched soprano squeaks out and her brown eyes flick to Satiet nervously. "I told you, Vil, seriously, you need to get out more," the more worldly of the two remarks in no little exasperation. "Don't mind her, she's a bit of a flutterhead. Wouldn't remember where she put her head if it wasn't attached to her neck, and even then..." Satiet's voice trails off, and she gestures towards the hold, "It's not really our home hold, but I suppose giving its greetings is more meaningful than giving duties from Sea's Peak. Have you come for fish?" The girl's chin lifts a bit, her narrowed eyes assessing the rider a moment, "Our father's have quite the haul in the main courtyard."

Karimina gives a warm smile to Vilenne then turns her attention to the other one. Frowning a bit as she looks over Satiet one last time, she turns just a bit to glance at the green giving her lifemate a question look. Psamanth just snorts and gives an hurry up rumble. Karimina rolls her eyes just a bit as she turns back to Satiet. "Well yes and no. I came to get a few fish for a special dinner I am making for a friend." Lifting her head just a bit, Sam stares at her rider for just a few seconds before standing up. People quickly scatter out of the large green's way as Sam walks towards the small group of females.

The commotion of people and green is given a pointed look by Vilenne, her small eyes rounding nicely and she inches a bit behind the other girl. "Well, we have some yellowtail mostly, it's good catching this time of year, and quite fresh," Satiet begins. A quick glance over her shoulder, her neck lifting to strain and catch sight of something or someone in the inner courtyard is distracted by Psamanth's movements, and the dark-haired girl is quick to look back behind Karimina. Keeping polite overtones to her words, the underlining sweetness hinted at in her intonation, she continues, "They work well either pan fried or steamed. Personally, it's better for girls if fish is steamed as it's less oily and it has a far more delectable taste on our palates." She only half-succeeds in not looking over at the green every other word.

Not everyone seems to have notices Psamanth moving towards her lifemate. A young man who has his head into a hide almost runs into the green. A growl aimed at the young man stops him dead in is tracks, and then causes him to run for his life. Sam watch the man run away before returning to her quest. Karimina doesn't flinch or turn as the commotion behind her takes place. "Hmmm Yellowtail wouldn't be bad. I was hoping for some Redfin though." Sam at this point has completed her task and is now hovering over her very short lifemate; breathing down on the two girls. Karimina looks up and smiles at her lifemate. "Yes." Sam responds with a deep rumble and continues to look down at the two girls.

"Redfin," Satiet's feet lift, so instead of swinging, they're bent and propped onto the edge of the ramp. She muses over the fish type, going over, it seems, a mental catalogue. "No redfin with us, unfortunately, but the yellowtail, it's quite delicious. The redfin will be in season in a few weeks. We can't harvest fish too early or else they won't lay enough eggs to replenish for the next turn." Her matter of fact round about seems to be in close conjunction with the topic at hand. A hand reaches out to stay Vilenne's squirming, the gentle pressure along the other girl's arm visible to the most perceptive. "Be still," is said in hushed tones, "You need to learn how to sell our fish as well, and then you won't have to go out in the boats all the time with the fishers." Her gaze slides to the green dragon, cultivated disinterest warring with curiosity. "Will she be having any fish?" is finally asked.

Psamanth rumbles in what can only be called laughter. "No she says fish taste funny. This is Sam, my lifemate." Karimina states the what is clear to everyone. "She would like to request your names." Karimina asked with a bit of amusement in her voice. Sam lowers her head over her her lifemate to give each girl a good look over finally focusing on Satiet.

"Fish taste funny for dragons, I'm sure." the raven-haired girl's nose wrinkles, though her grip on Vilenne's arm tightens - the poor blonde looking in what can only be fear at the dragon's approach. The dark-skinned girl tosses her head loftily, and nudges her friend, in an overly cautious manner. "They don't eat people, you wherry brain. I'm Satiet, most people call me Sattie, and she's Vilenne, though she'll answer to Vil, or Lenne. Sometimes hey you if you catch her at the right time." Squarely, she looks at Psamanth again and then back to the rider, remarking coolly, "It's only polite to return with your own name, since you've introduced your dragon."

Karimina chuckles. "Yes it would only be polite. I am Karimina." Psamanth gives the frighten a quick demising look with cause Karimina to turn to Vil. "Sam says that there is no need for you to be frighten because she isn't here for you." Then with a bit of a croon, Sam lowers her head to touch the top of Satiet head in a indication of possession. Karimina then turns to Satiet and with shinning eyes, she gives the girl a smile. "Sam says she is hear for you, Sattie. That is if you would let Reaches have you."

Vilenne's eyes round wider, looking almost as if they'll pop out of their sockets, and she skitters further behind her friend. "Sat, you said dragons don't eat people." The dark-haired girl cringes when the dragon head comes up above hers, and unable to keep the distaste from her face, she inches her head down a bit, slouching in place. Her legs fall to swing idly off the side of the shallow ramp again. But her pointed chin lifts, and looking above her at the large green, she asks gamely, "And why would the Reaches want me?" The tiny lump in Satiet's throat? It's swallowed down quickly, and her blue gaze descends from the green to the rider in a solid stare.

Karimina eyes sparkles as she meets the blue eyes gaze squarely however it is Sam's tart rumble that cause Karimina to chuckle a bit. "To stand for the current clutch that is currently on our sands. That is why Reaches would want you." then she looks around just a bit. "Or you can stay here and sale more fish. The choice is yours."

Fish or standing. The indecision wars briefly in Satiet's eyes and the elbow closest to Vilenne, nudges back and the girl replies lowly, "Go tell my father. But don't ask. Just tell him." The dark blonde girl looks confused at first, and then sudden enlightenment dawns on her chubby features, and she looks, for a moment, ready to disagree, however a quick look at the stoically still Satiet changes her mind and she skitters up the ramp towards the courtyard. "Take your time, Vil!" A tiny smile floats onto Satiet's lips, the corners curled upward in a look that's not all flattering or pleasant. "I've nothing to take with me. My finery," the teenage sarcasm indicating her fine clothing isn't as fine as she'd like, "Are at the cothold and I'm certain my mother will send it along for me if Tillek can allow her to transport it by the watchrider here?" She pauses, "I suppose that I can try anything once, and if nothing comes of it, resuming fish sales isn't quite so difficult."

Psamanth rears back and takes a deep breath. Letting out a loud happy roar to the world around her before settling back down. Karimina nods to Satiet. "I am sure that H'von wouldn't mind making a trip up to the weyr. Well if you are ready, I can get you settle into the weyr."

Satiet takes a few steps back, just looking over her shoulder again at the disappeared Vilenne. "She isn't coming with us, is she?" There's a note of regret in the girl's alto, and taking in a long look at her surroundings, she nods. "I'm as ready as I guess I'll ever be. It's a pity my mother isn't here, but she'll be by with my things. I.." she hesitates, lower lip being gnawed on. "How long will I be there? I'm not going to back out, because I don't back out of things, but.. will it be terribly long?" She steps forward again, hopping off the side of the ramp to the ground and brushes off her pants. "I've never been on a dragon, or at the Weyr before."

Karimina chuckles. "Nothing wrong with not have been on a dragon before. The first time I was one a dragon was with Sam here. As for how long, I am not quite sure it depends on the eggs but you should plan for a extended stay." Sam lowers her head and gives the girl a soft comforting croon. "Now when we get up there we will go between; I have a extra jacket you can borrow; I want you to count your heartbeats until we come out of between." Walking up to Sam's straps. "I will follow you up."

"An extra jacket would be nice." Satiet's voice goes a bit distant as she looks upwards at the height of the green, a sudden tightening to her jaw. "I've heard it gets cold between. Colder than the Reaches in the winter." It's as if she hears, but doesn't fully comprehend at this point, and so she repeats, "Count heartbeats, go up first and follow." Briefly, her eyes close, and she reaches out for a strap, fingers tightening a bit. "Well, here goes. Cross fingers, count to three, hope I don't fall off the other side."

Karimina climbs up onto Psamanth's back, as the dragon warbles a greeting. Karimina has left.

Psamanth You are perched on Psamanth's warm green neck, her hide soft against your touch. Contents: Karimina You jump up onto Psamanth's back, using her straps as handholds.

Karimina reaches in two a side bag and pulls out a jacket. Handing it to Satiet, she waits for the girl to put it on before buckling her in. "Okay up we go."

You spread your wings, and take to the air.

» Psamanth disappears into Between. Between You gasp as the icy black nothingness of Between surrounds you! You hear nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing. The trip takes five heartbeats... Black... Blacker... Blackest!

You suddenly emerge... Sky High in the Bowl, High Reaches Weyr » Psamanth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! » On the Star Stones, Selianth bugles loudly, welcoming Green Psamanth home.