Logs:Of Revelations After the Fact
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| RL Date: 4 June, 2006 |
| Who: Amilin, R'hin, X'dyr |
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| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Your location's current time: 20:11 on day 31, month 11, Turn 57, of the Tenth Pass. It is a autumn evening. You swoop down to a landing on the Star Stones. You vault down Leiventh's side to the ground, as the dragon rumbles softly. Star Stones, High Reaches Weyr The Star Stones stand as a silent testament to the dangers Pern faces, as well as a call to action for the protectors of the planet: dragons and their riders. Erected in a time long past, the Star Stones fulfill their purpose only once every two-hundred turns: to pinpoint the start of Threadfall. The stones themselves seem rather plain: as you look across the plateau your eyes automatically focus on the largest of the stones: Finger Rock. On dawn of the winter solstice, Rukbat will appear to balance on the tip of Finger Rock. Almost a full two dragonlengths away from that rock is the Star Stone itself, an unimpressive piece of work: on it are two engraved arrows. One points east, to the Finger Rock, while the other points a little north of east, to the Eye Rock. When you see the Red Star shining through the Eye, another Pass has started. A lone pair, rider and dragon, stand watch over the comings and goings at the weyr this cool fall evening. Contents: Leiventh Brown Ulanoth and A'tor Obvious exits: Sky Above the bowl, to the east, Isorath rises up in the bowl sky. High in the bowl, Isorath backwings to a neat landing on the Star Stones. Isorath has arrived. X'dyr climbs down Isorath's side to the ground, using his foreleg as a step. X'dyr has arrived. It's a warm autumn evening, and R'hin has drawn the luckiest straw of them all - watchrider shadowing duties with A'tor. Unlike some of his counterparts, the brownrider on watch seems happy to let R'hin do his own thing, which at the moment appears to consist of finding a comfortable seat against Leiventh's still form, and snoring loudly. The rustling of wings harkens the arrival of another dragon - rumbled greetings are exchanged between Ulanoth and Isorath as the younger dragon finds himself a place to settle comfortably. "Evening A'tor!" Is shouted in a cheerful tone from the figure that slides down the bronze's shoulder, heedless of any others in the vicinity. "Mother figured you might be hungry stuck up here, so." In evidence a covered basket is lifted, the scruffy haired youth who brings the package grinning as he makes his way over toward the elder rider. Leiventh, unlike his rider, is not asleep, merely still as he is given to do. The bronze greets the other with a bassy rumble, enough of a gesture to wake R'hin even if the cheerful greeting from Socrates's rider wasn't enough. The prepared defense slips from his lips as he sees it's not someone coming to yell at him, though nevertheless, R'hin offers a pithy salute at X'dyr's back, to safeguard himself. "Did you bring enough for me, too?" he puts in, eyeing the basket with no small interest, "I'm stuck up here too, y'know. Sir." That last is drawled out as if he only just remembered the necessity of it. Once the basket has been handed over, X'dyr glances in the direction of the third voice - a brow arched. "What's stopping you from going and getting something yourself?" His tone is at least neutral, "I mean the only thing they'll do if they catch you is yell at you, ground you, give you more chores." His shoulders lift in a shrug and a look is cast towards Isorath, "They can't do much more than that." Perhaps an odd answer, or a veiled challenge. "You'd have to hash it out with A'tor here, I'm just the messenger." And they're the ones who always get shot. Ouch. Above the bowl, to the west, Dasmareth rises up into the sky from Dasmareth's ledge, low on the Western bowl wall. Above the bowl, to the west, Dasmareth rises higher in the bowl sky. High in the bowl, Dasmareth climbs higher, out of the bowl. Isorath and Leiventh sense that Dasmareth's mind voice seems subdued from it's usual brightness, the reason not readily apparent as the green rises from her ledge and chooses an upward path that carries her over the start stones as she relays « Mine says you and yours should follow... she has something to show you, and we have something to teach. » "I'm supposed to be seeing what watchriders do, thus I have to sleep, and consequently," R'hin's distinctly amused at this point, "Ought to eat like them, too." He pushes himself up, dusting off his clothing. "Luckily though, I've a lesson now, so you're off the hook, basket-bearing-boy." With a tip of head towards A'tor, he saunters towards Leiventh's foreleg, climbing nimbly up the bronze's side. There's a faint pause as Leiventh clarifies Dasmareth's words as including Isorath, and he gives X'dyr a -very- curious look indeed. Leiventh> Dasmareth and Isorath sense that Leiventh's tones of crimson and bass are, in contrast, their usual brightness, the bronze offering an easy greeting threaded with distinct curiousity. « We come. » Leiventh You are perched on Leiventh's warm bronze neck, his hide soft against your touch. You clamber up onto Leiventh's back, as the dragon warbles a greeting. » A faint wrinkling of X'dyr's nose as the message is relayed to him also, and a faint muttering under his breath ensues but it ends in a snicker as he exchanges a look with violet-hued bronze of his. "Time go it seems. Enjoy A'tor!" He lifts a hand to wave farewall as he returns to Isorath's side, vaulting up with practised ease. Isorath bespoke Dasmareth and Leiventh with « And us as well! » You spring powerfully off of the Star Stones. You fly up, out of the bowl. Sky Far above the High Reaches Mountains Even as the winds play about, you cannot help but notice the landscape around you. Below, High Reaches Weyr is only recognizable by the Seven Spindles; any other details are lost from this altitude. The snow-capped peaks of the north and east form a barrier across the land, blocking the view of Crom and Nabol Holds. Looking southeast, the Western Mountain Range looks almost tame and easy enough to simply walk over, while directly south you can make out one of the river spurs. To the northwest, your eyes can just barely discern High Reaches Hold, noticable only due to the slight wisps of smoke coming from it. And as you look southeastwards, the great Western Sea stretches to infinity, as the Tillek Pennisula juts into it. Contents: Dasmareth Obvious exits: Upper Sky High Reaches Weyr Clearing Outside the Weyr » High in the bowl, Isorath rises up from the Star Stones. » High in the bowl, Isorath flies up, out of the bowl. » Leiventh can be seen leaping from the star stones just ahead of the violet-hued Isorath. Powerful strokes take up higher, spotting Dasmareth quickly and veering in her direction, taking up a position to her right, as if instinctively. On his neck, R'hin gives a salute in Amilin's direction. Isorath and Leiventh sense that Dasmareth softens her voice with the duel assent, her mind picking up more color as she both sends and rumbles a greeting before she lifts higher in the sky. » Dasmareth circles lower outside the Weyr. » In the clearing just outside the Weyr entrance below, Dasmareth wings down and lands lightly on the soft grass in the clearing. You circle lower outside the Weyr and fly down to land gently on the soft grass in the clearing just outside the tunnel into the Weyr. Clearing Outside the Tunnel Entrance to High Reaches Weyr(#1021RJs) As you breathe the fresh, crisp air here, you can enjoy the spectacular view of the scenery outside the Weyr. Dominating the horizon are the high mountains common in the area. And though you know that various holds lie beyond those mountains, your eyes see only the towering behemoths. The well-worn road leading away from the Weyr is full of ruts and bumps from the many travel wagons carrying their cargo to the Weyr. In the distance, dust clouds rise from arriving and departing wagons as they navigate the path. A long, low stone building huddles under a natural stone overhang on the Weyr mountain wall, flanked by a dusty and well-trampled paddock in which a few runners shuffle through the scarlet leaves blown over from nearby trees. A few windows in the wall nearest you let light and air into the building. Contents: Dasmareth Condier Family Wagon Conmara Traders Camp Obvious exits: Old Mountain Trail Pass through the Mountains Road to High Reaches Hold STables Tunnel into High Reaches Weyr » High above the mountains, Isorath circles lower outside the Weyr. » Isorath swoops down to a landing on the soft grass in the clearing. » Amilin jumps down Dasmareth's side to the ground, as the dragon warbles a greeting. » X'dyr jumps down Isorath's side to the ground, as the dragon warbles a greeting. You climb down Leiventh's side to the ground, as the dragon rumbles softly. Amilin slides down from Dasmarth and rests a hand on the green's shoulder before turning to signal that the others dismount. "You might wonder why I've brought you out here, rather than teaching this class from the bowl, but there is something here that will remind those needing reminding..." Her gaze skimming over X'dyr, then coming to rest on R'hin, "...And show all the seriousness of what we will attempt to practice this day. Our dragon's will have to remain here, for the path is too narrow for them to follow." R'hin has a bit of an inkling of what this lesson entails, just from the gossip that some of the other weyrlings have been prattling on about of late. Judging by his cool, reserved posture, it's not a lesson he's looking forward to. Amilin's words, however, have him a bit puzzled, brow furrowing. A glance back to Leiventh reveals no answers and so, shrugging, he trails after the assistant weyrlingmaster. Leiventh> To you, Leiventh's just as curious, answering your unspoken question, « I have no idea either, R'hin. » Isorath warbles a cheerful greeting to Dasmareth as X'dyr unhooks himself and slithers down the bronze's foreleg. "You could say that." Is piped up after Amilin's first words, the young bronzerider idly stretching. A brow is arched faintly at the mention of dragons being left behind - something that the violet-bronze seems to disagree with, as evidenced with a disgruntled huffing noise. Shoulders lift with a shrug, "Well, for them to follow -now-. Could've done this right after they hatched, they probably would've fit then." Still, despite the prattle, he falls into line and follows. Shimmering twilight rises from below into a magnetic violet-bronze, illuminating the darkly metallic sheen of his hide. Wisdom descends in a shrouded mantle along this dragon's back, distinctive whorls of onyx patterning his bronze hide and twisting along an overly slender neck to a proudly held head. Hawkish, the sharp taper of his muzzle is imbued with regal grace, his large jeweled eyes set deep beneath delicately arched ridges. Folded wings, curled like ancient scrolls, betray little of their extension's stormy allure: unfurled sails are a tumult of cirrus clouds, violet-brown against the deep bronze hide, that carry in their crystalline reflections a potential strength so at odds with his smaller frame. Frail seeming, though sleekly so, he carries his diminutive form well on thin back haunches. Onyx talons glitter with a sheen of stars dusting the sky, and a prehensile tail trails a curving line in his wake. Isorath is approximately 35 meters in length with a wingspan of 58 meters. "After they just hatched... Did you want to carry them out here and back, X'dyr? They can see well enough through your eyes... And if they can't get a visualization of what you see from you, then you shouldn't be trying this lesson today anyway." Amilin remakes as she makes her way down the path, not glancing back, she assumes they follow. Or perhaps she now uses Dasmareth to see that they do. Amilin walks along the path leading to the nearby area. Amilin has left. You stride along the path leading to the nearby area. Weyrling Memorial in the Mountains(#420RJs) Surrounded by the jagged peaks of the northern mountain range, the ground is covered by a blanket of white snow, the flakes swirling as the stinging winds howl across the desolate landscape. The snow, however, does not cling to the sheer cliff face that rises out of the ocean of sunlit white, instead framing the rock in a surreal glow. As the vision adjusts to the blinding snow, the details of the cliff face become defined. As if carved by the tools of the Minecraft, a set of draconic and human bones are embedded in the rock. The image shows a human atop a dragon in profile, the vision eerie. This, however, was not the work of any tool as this is the unofficial memorial of a Weyrling Betweening, a reminder of an accident of Passes passed. There is no plaque or sign to memorialize this grave; the poignancy of the bones themselves is all that is needed. Contents: X'dyr Amilin Obvious exits: Clearing X'dyr wanders out from the surrounding area outside the weyr. X'dyr has arrived. R'hin can't help it; he smirks at Amilin's response to X'dyr. Despite this, he backs up his fellow bronzerider with, "Doesn't matter that they can see it through our eyes. You can bet if they thought they'd fit, they'd be coming in." He saunters after Amilin, hands tucked into his pockets. Leiventh> To you, Leiventh's thoughts are present, 'watching' closely. "That doesn't help me in the slightest." X'dyr remarks, a touch acidly. "You don't have him wanting to see everything first hand." A roll of his eyes as his arms cross - looking less than impressed with the current situation. He follows nonetheless, lagging a little behind - with the occasional glance over his shoulder, just making sure that they're not being followed. Amilin's silent from that point on, making the way up the path and moving to stand just under the memorial. Letting them take in the sight of it in their own time and in silence. The greenrider's poster at relaxed attention, but for the tension across her shoulders as she waits and watches for their reactions. R'hin's eyes finally shift from Amilin towards the wall. At first, his brow furrows, a little puzzled, pale eyes flickering over the stone figures. And then he steps closer, his nose almost touching the hind leg of the former dragon, before backing away to a distance at which he can see the pair of them, stuck there for all eternity. He's paled somewhat, though he manages to keep most of his composure other than a slight tremor audible in his voice as he asks, "Couldn't they have betweened out again, if they were quick enough? Held their breath and just--" he snaps his fingers, as if to indicate the immediacy of between. The silence of Amilin in the presence of the 'memorial' seems to unsettle X'dyr a smidge. The youth's gaze flickering between the rock face, R'hin and Amilin. "Seems like instant death to me." He muses, rotating his shoulders as if to alleviate an itch between his shoulder blades. "Better that than being cut to shreds by Thread." Agitation and just a touch of hostility starting to simmer as he settles his gaze on Amilin, teeth clenching a little. "What's the point of showing us this now? Why isn't this shown before the hatching? Before we agree to this." The words are spat out as he gestures towards the way that they came, "How is this responsible? Showing this now." Amilin shakes her head slowly, then dignifies the answer with a farther reply, "No, they couldn't R'hin. They came though in full stone, clearly to be embedded so. They never had the chance to correct their mistake, for the damage was done." Her gaze turns to X'dyr then and asks softly, "Would you have truly been swayed from that chance of a lifemate by this sight? Knowing that dragons and riders between every day? Or would you have thought, it more than likely this was just some freak incident that could never happen to you?" The other bronzerider receives a very long, considering look from R'hin, before his gaze travels to Amilin to see her response. His voice is even as he offers his own retort: "Who's to say how we would have reacted, ma'am. It is not the only thing that was kept from us until after it was too late to do elsewise but follow through." The ex-trader seems to find solid ground in an undercurrent of anger, no such tremor lingering in his voice any longer. Leiventh> Isorath senses that Leiventh's crimsons are partially dulled, mostly due to the fact he is careful, silent, imparting only to you: « Mine requests a talk with yours, some time soon. » A trumpet of irritation is vocalised back the way they came - Isorath easily feeding from X'dyr's displeasure. "By showing this now it's insulting." The youth spits on the ground, "You insult our intelligence, you insult our resolve." His chin juts forward as if in a challenge, to naysay his words. "It's a blatant show of mistrust on the Weyr's behalf in how it regards its people." Leiventh senses that Isorath's mind is awash with the pinched sounds of cawing birds, hungry for something. There is a faint sense of assent that the message shall be passed, but for the time being the bronze's irritation runs high. "Were you not offered the chance to ask the riders about you any questions you thought pertinent. Did any of them promise you there was no danger left in being a rider with thread gone for the length of an interval? The decision to show you this now, for the first time wasn't mine to make, but if you'd asked me... Or asked to see. I'd have shown this to you before. As for insulting, You're are out of line. I show you this now to drive home a final point before you attempt the next stage of your training. It's dangerous, yes. You could die, yes... or you can remember the lessons we've tried to teach you. You've been practicing your visualization techniques. You've practiced visualizing your surroundings, each other, *everything*. Now you see why..." Amilin raises a hand, indicating the bones behind her, "*This* is why you always...*always* make sure your dragon is positive of your image before going *between*! And never go *between* when tired! Never go *between* when drunk! Never go *between* when you are badly injured, unless it was during the days of Threadfall and you had no choice! It is up to you to supply common sense, because you won't get any from your dragons!" There's a tightness of R'hin's jaw that suggests lingering anger, though he's struggling to conceal it. "I'm done looking. I'll be waiting with the dragons when you're done." Whether X'dyr's words, Amilin's response, or both: he seems fed up with it, turning on a booted heel and striding back down the path. Leiventh> To you, Leiventh can sense the well-heeled fear underneath your angry words, and is silently reassuring. Clearing Outside the Tunnel Entrance to High Reaches Weyr(#1021RJs) As you breathe the fresh, crisp air here, you can enjoy the spectacular view of the scenery outside the Weyr. Dominating the horizon are the high mountains common in the area. And though you know that various holds lie beyond those mountains, your eyes see only the towering behemoths. The well-worn road leading away from the Weyr is full of ruts and bumps from the many travel wagons carrying their cargo to the Weyr. In the distance, dust clouds rise from arriving and departing wagons as they navigate the path. A long, low stone building huddles under a natural stone overhang on the Weyr mountain wall, flanked by a dusty and well-trampled paddock in which a few runners shuffle through the scarlet leaves blown over from nearby trees. A few windows in the wall nearest you let light and air into the building. Contents: Isorath Leiventh Dasmareth Condier Family Wagon Conmara Traders Camp Obvious exits: Old Mountain Trail Pass through the Mountains Road to High Reaches Hold STables Tunnel into High Reaches Weyr R'hin walks back down the path, taking up a position leaning against Leiventh's side. The bronze is hunched down, still as he usually is, head tipping to examine his rider for a moment. X'dyr has arrived. Dasmareth lifts her head and watches as the young bronzerider make his way and then join his dragon, then lifts it higher as she looks to the next. The green clearly aware watching and unsettled, her color duller that it was when she lead them here, tail twitching once in agitation for all that she croons softly and waits. Amilin is slower coming up the path, but not by any stretch of the means apologetic or lagging in her step. Her stride steady as she makes her way. Amilin has arrived. R'hin's gaze falls on first X'dyr, then Amilin as they eventually make their way down. His expression guarded, one of feigned casualness, straightening from his lean as the assistant weyrlingmaster nears them. It's to Isorath that X'dyr first makes his way to, holding a hand up for the violet-hued bronze to touch with his nose. "Shhh." An attempt to placate the agitated dragon is made, the speed at which the red of his eyes whirls not immediately slowing, the youth spreading his arms to hug a small portion of the bronze's muzzle. A deep breath is taken by X'dyr in attempt to cool down, his cheek pressed against Isorath's hide. "Do we even know what their names were?" the query made as he peels himself away from his dragon, arms crossing as he watches Amilin. Amilin's frown doesn't go to her charges, but to her own green. And it's there her attention rest for a few long moments of silent conversation. When Dasmareth lifts her had higher, arches her neck, then her rider turns back to th weyrlings in her charge and answers, "We don't. Sadly, we don't know with any certainty which pair of old it is. We stumbled across them after a landslide exposed part of this mountainside. But what ever it was that cause this... They deserve our respect. Not just for the lessons they continue to teach though the accident that cost them so dearly. Why do you think this is the lesson every single weyrlingmaster and his assistants dread most?" With an exhaled breath that sounds suspiciously like an impatient sigh, R'hin leans back against Leiventh, eyes closing as he waits. There's a smirk from X'dyr at Amilin's question, the youth crossing his arms and leaning against his own dragon. "Let's get this over with, I've got things to do for my mother." "Get this over with is it? Tell me. Can you and your dragon manage to fetch the visualization of Nabol from Dasmareth? Or is that too much trouble for you?" Amilin answers the smirk with a challenge, "Can you all see it? Hear it? Smell it? Feel the wind rushing past you? That is how precise you must be." Her quiet voice projecting to make up for what it lacks in volume, "You've seen now, what can happen if you are *not* that precise." Leiventh> To you, Leiventh imparts the vision of Nabol to you, as he receives it from Dasmareth. « It is evening there, but there are lights all around the Hold. » "A mother's boy. I should have figured," is R'hin's brief mutter, deliberately loud enough to be heard. He does, however, actually open his eyes and pay attention when Amilin speaks of visualisations, brow furrowed and head tipped to one side as he turns a quizzical look on Leiventh. "It's evening there, but there are lights all around the Hold," he says, slowly. X'dyr's mouth twists in distaste at the mention of Nabol, but makes no comment on the chosen destination. Closing his eyes, but remaining in contact with Isorath he starts instructs the bronze to get the images from Dasmareth, attempting to make the image as clear as possible - or so one would imagine. "Like I said," X'dyr says in a clear voice, "Let's get this over with." It doesn't take much for the youth to vault up Isorath's leg and settle himself into the straps, "Check our image if you must." "So be it." Amilin murmurs, but it's not X'dyr that is given the next glance. R'hin is given a respectful nod and the greenrider turns to mount Dasmareth. "We lead, you follow." Dasmareth's tale twitches, her color still off, though her faceted gaze remains calm as her rider checks her straps and then gives the signal to fly. Amilin climbs up onto Dasmareth's back, the dragon's sparkling eyes watching closely. Amilin has left. Dasmareth launches into the sky. Dasmareth has left. High above the mountains, Dasmareth quickly rises up to a position high above the Weyr. You clamber up onto Leiventh's back, as the dragon warbles a greeting. You spring powerfully into the sky and circle high above the Weyr. Sky Far above the High Reaches Mountains Even as the winds play about, you cannot help but notice the landscape around you. Below, High Reaches Weyr is only recognizable by the Seven Spindles; any other details are lost from this altitude. The snow-capped peaks of the north and east form a barrier across the land, blocking the view of Crom and Nabol Holds. Looking southeast, the Western Mountain Range looks almost tame and easy enough to simply walk over, while directly south you can make out one of the river spurs. To the northwest, your eyes can just barely discern High Reaches Hold, noticable only due to the slight wisps of smoke coming from it. And as you look southeastwards, the great Western Sea stretches to infinity, as the Tillek Pennisula juts into it. Contents: Dasmareth Obvious exits: Upper Sky High Reaches Weyr Clearing Outside the Weyr » In the clearing just outside the Weyr entrance below, X'dyr jumps up onto Isorath's back, as the dragon rumbles softly. » In the clearing just outside the Weyr entrance below, Isorath leaps into the sky. » Isorath quickly rises up to a position high above the Weyr. Isorath and Leiventh sense that Dasmareth relays the reminder « Mine says to tell you, when you visualize your destination, make sure you also visualize yourselves in the scene...otherwise you may end up *in* the fire heights rather than above them. » With that said, she brushes soothing thoughts in pastel hues that sharpen to bold focus. And as her rider gives the signal to between, Dasmareth keeps her awareness open, allowing the feel of what she does to lead the way, as she does. » Dasmareth disappears into Between. Leiventh> Dasmareth and Isorath sense that Leiventh's paying close attention, curiousity sparking throughout his mindvoice in little crimson splashes. He gives wordless assent of his understanding, confident in the instinctive nature of the move, and follows shortly after. » Leiventh 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 Over Nabol Hold(#1987RJe) From this height, all of Nabol is spread out below you. The cliff which houses the Hold rises to the northwest, the famed orchards fill up the southeast, and the gather fields spread out in the southwest. Far beyond the Hold to the northwest is High Reaches Weyr, nestled deep in the mountains. Occasional traffic can be seen on the road which runs past the Hold, or in the courtyard, or moving from one place to another. The warm overtones of summer color the Hold and its surroundings with rich earthy tones and deep shaded greens. Far off in the distance the white dots of ovines can be made out against the mountainsides, even the distant bleats can be heard. Closer in, the rustling of the huge stands of apple trees in Nabol's orchard fill the air with a gentle restfulness. The same aura seems to extend outwards to the Hold, its residents sleepily going about their tasks in the midday heat, or more briskly come dawn and dusk as it cools. Several places seem to have enough room for a dragon to land. Contents: Dasmareth Obvious exits: Orchard Clearing High Reaches Weyr Gather Fields Road Fire Heights Courtyard » Leiventh emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! » Leiventh appears not far behind Dasmareth, warble of greeting threaded with delight. His rider is perhaps less enthused, though it's difficult to tell from this height; he appears to be crouched low against Leiventh's hide as the dragon banks to bring him in line with the older green. Dasmareth and Leiventh sense that Isorath's tone is still astringent, though it has cooled somewhat since the earlier outburst. « We go. » The rumbling assent from the bronze projected as the pair flicker out of the Reaches' sky. » Isorath emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! » Dasmareth hovers and waits, her rider turning to focus with clear relief even from this distance on the pairs arriving. Leiventh's warble drawing her gaze first as she gives a reassuring smile and Dasmareth greets their charges with a bugle for the accomplishment. Isorath and Leiventh sense that Dasmareth , if she notices the tone if Isorath's sending before they arrive, it's not something she remarks upon just then. In fact, it goes unremarked upon even now, but the green still has something more to say, to ask, « Can you see the Weyr, just as well? Just as clear? Are you ready to try once more? » Leiventh> Dasmareth and Isorath sense that Leiventh's greeting of Isorath as he arrives is mental, rather than physical this time - he's just not that prone to vocal outbursts. Crimson tones are splashing about with confident delight, and his answer is quick in coming, « We see the Weyr. We are ready. » Dasmareth and Leiventh sense that Isorath's appearance from between brings with it the sense of rushing water, and a triumphant « We come! » being broadcast as the pair emerge from the icy blackness. The bronze dips a little in the sky, changing his position before confirmation comes through of the pair's readiness to return to the Weyr. Isorath and Leiventh sense that Dasmareth hears the pride in their accomplishment, reflecting back her own in them, and pleasure at their ability and their willingness to do more. Her mind voice tinted with brighter hues, for color seems ever a part of her sendings, « Then as before. We lead, you follow. » This time the image she projects and holds before them as her rider gives the signal is sent with the undercurrent of the same encouragement but a trace of caution, « Visualize well." » » Dasmareth disappears into Between. » Leiventh 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 As you soar high above the bowl, you find yourself at a most unique point in the sky; here, near the lip of the bowl, the southeast is fully visible - the open sky stretches to the Western Mountain Range. Behind you, though, to the northwest, you can catch only occassional glimpses of the landscape through the spaces between the Seven Spindles. Through the first and second spires, you can see out to the mountains surrounding the weyr. If you know just where to look, you can also glimpse part of the winding road leading to the Weyr. Ledges are hewn into the rock face in all directions, each with a dragon's weyr behind it. The winds here are usually calm, with the protection of the Weyr's walls to keep the worst gusts at bay. Still, flying can be a little difficult as an errant thermal sometimes crosses the bowl. Views: Weyrs Contents: Dasmareth Obvious exits: Lower Western Sky Lower Eastern Sky Star Stones Up » Leiventh emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! » From a distance, Selianth bugles loudly, welcoming Bronze Leiventh home. » Isorath emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! » From a distance, Selianth bugles loudly, welcoming Bronze Isorath home. » Leiventh returns the watch dragon's greeting as he returns to the more familiar skies of the 'Reaches, this time only a short moment behind Dasmareth. Crimson-draped wings flare out as he matches the green's speed, following her lead. » On Dasmareth, The relief that was there before, is only brighter now, though nothing is clearer than the upraised fist that gestures to and celebrates their accomplishment as Ami spies them both. A few moments to relish in the accomplishments is given and then the signal ordering them to land follows. » Dasmareth spirals downward in the bowl, towards the eastern wall. » Below you, to the east, Dasmareth wings down and lands lightly on the ground. You wing down in the bowl, towards the west wall. You backwing to a neat landing on the ground. You clamber down Leiventh's side to the ground, as the dragon warbles a greeting. Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr(#840RJs) Standing on the eastern side of the bowl, you realize why this is one of the most striking Weyrs on Pern. Arrayed around the north rim of the bowl are the Seven Spindles: high crownlike points formed of old volcano flows which were eroded to sharp spikes. The bowl itself is a rough ovoid shape, with a large lake taking up a good portion of the southeastern part. The bowl seems to slant down to the lake shore, and the soil becomes a little looser in that direction. From the east, the slight aroma of herdbeast and wherry hide rises from the feeding grounds. The northeast section of the bowl is full of activity: training of dragons both young and old goes on in a large clearing near the entrance to the weyrling barracks and dragon infirmary. Several small boulders dot the area to the north, forming a winding path to the ledges leading into the weyrleaders' quarters. The evening is clear, not a cloud to be seen, giving you a perfect view of the stars. The smaller Belior is a nearly full waning gibbous while Timor is a nearly full waning gibbous. A light wind blows and the fall air feels a bit nippy. Contents: Leiventh Amilin Dasmareth Nepenth(#4050Jaes) Obvious exits: Weyrleader Ledges Western Bowl Floor Dragon Infirmary Weyrling Barracks Weyrling Training Room Feeding Grounds Lake Shore High in the bowl, The greeting given as Isorath emerges from between is returned with a welcome rumble, the bronze curbing his flight path to ensure that he remains on a similar path to the green, starting the spiral down towards the Weyr bowl. High in the bowl, Isorath circles lower in the bowl, towards the western wall. Above the bowl, to the west, Isorath flies down to land gently on the ground. Isorath wanders over from the western side of the bowl. Isorath has arrived. X'dyr jumps down Isorath's side to the ground, using his straps as handholds. X'dyr has arrived. Though it wasn't as visible before, once R'hin's on the ground, there's a faint sense of relief about him, a slight paleness still lingering in his features hinting that perhaps he didn't enjoy the trip quite as much as Leiventh did. It's the 'Reaches so X'dyr has a perfectly valid reason to be shivering - right? The ashen haired youth is now also ashen faced as he slides down Isorath's foreleg, arms attempting to work some warmth back into his being. The violet-hued bronze exhaling warm breath X'dyr's way as he starts to walk away from the dragon, and closer towards Dasmareth and Amilin - to listen further it would appear. Amilin's expression is a curious thing as she greets them on their return. That there is relief and some pleasure there is unmistakable. What Weyrlingmaster doesn't want to have that lesson go well after all. But she also frowns rather than smiles as she watches the pair before her, "R'hin. You have permission to fly straight anywhere in the sweeps area from this point on. and with the aid of a full rider to help fix the visializations, you may between within the area too." She salutes him, signaling his dismissal as she turns a harder gaze on X'dyr. "You, on the other hand, while you managed the class in practice, it could not be missed that you lack in respect for far more than authority. From this moment on, you are grounded from even sitting on your dragon, never mind flying on him. You are returning to the next stage up from visualization, for I'll grant you -that- lesson you must have at least absorbed to manage this today. You will refresh your memory on protocol and the rules of conduct for all weyrlings. Have I made myself perfectly clear?" Leiventh settles down into his usual statuesque pose, while R'hin walks close to Amilin, hands shoved deep in his pockets, eyes moving everywhere, avoiding looking at anyone directly, bespeaking his discomfort. His voice is subdued, somber, as he returns the salute, "Thank you, ma'am." He's not used to being the 'good' weyrling, but between is not his favourite thing and it's left him decidedly off guard. He does seem to linger after he reaches Leiventh, fiddling with the straps, listening to her words to X'dyr with a twist of lips. "Crystal." X'dyr answers curtly, his head lowered and attention focused on the ground in front of his feet. A rustling of wings and a disgruntled noise from Isorath shows the bronze's own opinion on the sentence being passed. Another shiver passes through X'dyr's frame and it's hard to tell if it's temperature related or the between lesson that's just been experienced. Leiventh> Isorath senses that Leiventh's crimson tones betray a definite hint of sympathy. After all, dragons are meant to fly, so it's -wrong- to prevent them doing so. A nod for R'hin, the good weyrling this day indeed, at least as it would seem to have been dictated by Amilin. The greenrider watches X'dyr a moment longer and then she repeats, "That would be; 'Crystal, Ma'am'. And you may run a pair of laps to help you remember that next time as well. Best get at it." Leiventh senses that Isorath seems to ignore the sentiment extended, his presence withdrawing sharply at the contact. Now that's just odd, R'hin almost looks annoyed for a moment, which can't possibly be right. Leiventh receives a long, thoughtful look, before the two turn in concert and head for the barracks. You stroll into the weyrling barracks. |
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