Logs:Of Trips Abroad
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| RL Date: 21 May, 2006 |
| Who: Amilin, Bristia, R'hin, S'din, Shaylar |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 28, Month 9, Turn 7 (Interval 10) |
| Your location's current time: 19:35 on day 31, month 9, Turn 57, of the Tenth Pass. It is a autumn evening. You stride towards the eastern side of the bowl. Weyrling Barracks(#430RAJs$) This is a large, high ceilinged cavern cut from the rock. There are rows of depressions on the floor, couches for the young dragons; the weyrlings sleep with their dragons. The floor is stone, which helps ease the inevitable task of cleaning up the muck left by the dragonets. The cavern has been decorated with old dragon tapestries hung on the walls, their colors slightly faded. A threadbare rug in the middle of the room bears the emblem of High Reaches Weyr, a mountain range in black on a dark blue field. A few low tables, chairs, and pillows have been scattered about the room, and baskets of glows placed strategically throughout the room keep the place well-lit. An opening in the southwest leads out into the Bowl. Contents: Gruvfeath Shaylar Maxeoth Leiventh Vesereth Feedback Box Firelizard Perch(#8812JSae$) Obvious exits: Weyrling Training Room Bowl Shaylar is wiping oil off her hands as Gruvfeath curls up in their couch to nap. Shaylar looks tired but is humming under her breath. R'hin gets a brilliant smile and a wave. R'hin wanders in from the bowl, hair and clothing alike considerably damp. The towel slung over his shoulder is indicator enough of how that happened. "Hey, Shaylar," he greets the other weyrling easily, though there's a tenseness in his posture as he heads towards his own couch, digging in his press for some clean (and dry) clothes. Leiventh's awake, but still as his norm, head perched on the edge of his couch, watching R'hin silently. Shaylar pulls her journal out of the press set beside Gruv's couch and then digs for a few minutes before she produces a short 'coal pencil, "My last one. I need to get another one." She settles on the edge of the couch on a pillow and tilts her head at R'hin, "Water caverns? Nice we can leave the barracks area, isn't it?" The faint grunt R'hin gives in response could be taken as answer, but then it could just be an expression of weariness as he straightens, and quickly changes into dry clothing. The towel, he retains, running it through his hair, leaning - not coincidentally - against Leiventh's couch right beside the bronze's head. "If you need more, I can help you," he finally says, nodding vaguely at Shaylar's work. Shaylar glances up and her scribbling pauses, "You have an extra pencil? I might take you up on that. I really do need to get to the headwoman and gets some things, though. Like my formal riding leathers, for instance." "Several. Trader, remember?" R'hin explains, not bothering to tack on the unnecessary 'former'. He seems oddly abrupt, but then, given this is R'hin, perhaps it's not that odd. Shaylar scribbles something else, not even bothering to look back down at her journal as she does. She tilts her head at R'hin and nods, "I remember. Just didn't know you kept a treasure trove in your press," she says with a slight grin. "You mean you haven't snooped through my things? I'm astounded. I've snooped through yours. Nothing exciting there. Priya had some disturbing things, though," R'hin muses, eyes flickering upwards, making it difficult to determine if he's being facetious or not. Shaylar rolls her eyes at R'hin, "That's me, the unexciting one." She doesn't seem up to rising to the bait tonight. Or maybe she's just learned not to argue with R'hin. She does glance towards Priya's press, though, briefly. R'hin, grinning now, says, "Come on, you know you want to. I'll keep an eye out for the oh-so-surly one," he offers, tossing his wet towel over the edge of the couch to dry, taking a few steps towards the entrance, before glancing back to see if she's going to take him up on the offer. Melisandeth bespoke High Reaches Weyrling dragons with « Little ones, my rider asks that you and your riders meet us in the bowl for class. » Shaylar snorts, "Not likely. I have not need to see what's so disturbing in her press." Her head comes up sharply, then, and she glances back into the couch, "Wake up, Gruvy. Class time!" Leiventh> To you, Leiventh passes on Melisandeth's comment, adding wryly, « I'm not little anymore. » Looking regretful at the interruption, R'hin promises, "Another time. You really want to see, trust me." He walks back towards Leiventh's couch, reaching for his riding straps, slinging them over his shoulder as he eyes Leiventh with amusement. "Not so little anymore," he agrees under his breath, as the bronze steps out of the couch. Shaylar grins, "Maybe. We'll see." Gruvfeath comes up out of the couch, pillows cascading off of him as he steps up. Shaylar kicks the ones that came out back in before trailing her lifemate outside into the bowl. Shaylar walks out to the bowl. Shaylar has left. Gruvfeath lumbers out to the bowl. Gruvfeath has left. You walk out to the bowl. 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 shines in half moon while Timor shines in half moon. It is completely still, no winds blow and the fall air temperature feels comfortable. Contents: Gruvfeath Shaylar Dasmareth Amilin S'din Oenoneth Melisandeth Obvious exits: Weyrleader Ledges Western Bowl Floor Dragon Infirmary Weyrling Barracks Weyrling Training Room Feeding Grounds Lake Shore Leiventh tromps in from the weyrling barracks. Leiventh has arrived. The weyrlings start to line up, jostling each other as they seem a bit more than exuberant for today's class. One by one, salutes occur. Bristia does a smart heel-tap even as she snaps off a salute. R'hin trails Shaylar and Gruvfeath out, largely keeping in step with Leiventh as the bronze lumbers out. "Sir, ma'am," he echoes some of the other weyrlings, saluting as he spots the Weyrlingmasters. Shaylar snaps off a salute to S'din and Amilin, straightening her leathers a bit as she stands at attention. Gruvfeath warbles a greeting to Oenoneth and Melisandeth. S'din stands on the Stone of Lecture and watches the Weyrlings gathering. He returns salutes as they are sent his way. When they seem suitably gathered, he begins, "Welcome to tonight's class! I hope you've all been keeping up with your resizing of your riding straps as your lifemates grow, because tonight, they're going to get quite a workout! We're going to be visiting Nabol Hold!" Leiventh, disinclined to restless movements at the best of times, shows very little in the way of acknowledgement of the excitement that some of his fellow clutchmates display. "Nabol?" he mutters, with obvious dismay, tugging the riding straps from his shoulder, fingering the leather by habit more than anything. S'din claps his hands sharply together and shouts, "Get your straps on your dragons and mount up!" A twitter is heard from a group at the far end. It seems those weyrlings are native to that area. Leiventh> To you, Leiventh's in disagreement with you, in this case. His curiosity piqued, he admits, « I would like to see where you were before I found you. » Bristia gives her partner a thumbs up, before murmuring something about craving some cider. Unfortunately, it will have to be the non-alcoholic type. S'din hops down from the Stone of Lecture, then and walks over to do a last-minute strap check on Melisandeth before mounting. R'hin, with a long look at Leiventh, murmurs, "If you wanted to see, you could just ask me. I haven't forgotten what it looks like." He moves with deliberate motions, fitting the straps to Leiventh's hide, checking the tightness of the fit, and the strength of the leather, before he climbs onto the bronze's neckridges. Amilin returns salutes as she finishes adjusting Dasmareth's straps, glancing over the class to see that they are getting ready as she waits by her green. Das craning her head to watch the others too as she croons before Ami turns to mount, following S'din's example. Leiventh You are perched on Leiventh's warm bronze neck, his hide soft against your touch. You jump up onto Leiventh's back, using his foreleg as a step. » Amilin clambers up onto Dasmareth's back, the dragon's sparkling eyes watching closely. » Shaylar's eyes widen, but that's about all the outward sign of her surprise. Gruvfeath begins to scrape the ground in his excitement but a silent hand signal from Shaylar stops the grating sound immediately and Shaylar turns to fit and adjust Gruvfeath's straps, muttering aside to M'luc about the flight. Once she's satisfied with the straps, she takes Gruv's proffered foreleg and gentle wing nudge up. » Shaylar hops up onto Gruvfeath's back, as the dragon rumbles softly. » S'din climbs up onto Melisandeth. » Melisandeth lowers her neck and gives S'din a little boost up with one foreleg. » Perched atop Melisandeth, S'din cranes his neck around until he sees R'hin and calls over to him, "Weyrling! I assume you've studied well enough by now: what formation should we fly tonight?" R'hin looks up from securing his straps, the pause that follows voicing his uncertainty that S'din's addressing him. "Depends on the wind, sir. Having never personally flown from High Reaches to Nabol Hold, I can only guess at the direction of the wind. I would -speculate- a standard forward vee." » On Gruvfeath, Shaylar strokes Gruvfeath's neck as they wait for R'hin to answer. When he does, she looks back towards S'din to see if the answer is correct. » Perched atop Melisandeth, S'din scratches his chin and looks mildly confused, "I'm sorry, Weyrling, but what does our destination have to do with our formation? Fighting formations are based on wind, remember? Can anyone else tell me?" » On Gruvfeath, Shaylar ventures a quiet, "Well, since there isn't much wind, perhaps a broad line, sir?" R'hin looks similarly confused as S'din. "Shouldn't standard flying be also based on wind, sir? It follows logically that when you're flying straight, you're still going to want to fly to make effective use of the strengths and weaknesses of the dragons." » Perched atop Melisandeth, S'din nods to Shaylar, "Exactly! Since the winds are calm, broad line it is. If the winds change during the trip, we adjust while in the air." He nods to R'hin as well, however, "Yes, you're right, but in these winds, you want to keep in a broad line formation. Form up in broad line formation and follow me into the sky! » In the sky directly above, Melisandeth rises up into the sky from the ground below. » In the sky directly above, Gruvfeath launches into the sky from the ground below. You spring powerfully into the sky. You rise higher in the sky. You rise up, out of the bowl. You soar higher and higher into the sky, far above the northern continent. High over the High Reaches area As you soar above the High Reaches range, the snow capped peaks seem to envelope you, spreading out to the north and east; the Western Mountain range spreads out to the southeast, adding to the effect. Off to the west, the coast of Pern stretches out, passing High Reaches Hold, and the Tillek peninsula, near the large harbor of the SeaCraft Hall; the sparkle of the blue-green waters merges with the blue sky on the horizon. The caldera that serves as the bowl for High Reaches Weyr can just be made out, the seven spindles seeming to almost merge into one. The clearings that must be Crom Hold and the MineCraft hall can be seen far across the mountains to the northeast, while the apple orchards of Nabol can barely be discerned to the southeast. Contents: Gruvfeath Melisandeth Obvious exits: Forest near Lewis Hold High Reaches Hold Mine Craft Hall Sea Craft Hall Tillek Hold Nabol Hold High Reaches Weyr Upper Sky » Dasmareth soars up from the direction of the High Reaches mountains. » A brilliant red meteor streaks across the sky, its afterimage hanging in front of your eyes for several seconds. » A red streak of light catches your attention as it moves across the sky, spanning the entire constellation of the Shipfish. » Melisandeth settles into a long-distance glide, curling her neck just a bit to watch first the weyrlings following her, and then the light show in the skies above. » Gruvfeath rumbles contentedly as he settles into formation beside his clutchmates, a surprised warble accompanying the appearance of the two meteors that streak by. » In the inky black sky, a long blue trail suddenly appears and disappears. » Leiventh, in the line just to the right of Gruvfeath, rises up into the sky with sweeps of crimson-drenched wings, managing to make it look effortless after months of practice. R'hin, little more than a tiny figure on his back, half hunches over the bronze's neckridges, as much to catch sight of the dark ground below as to cut the wind resistance. The display above, however, soon garners his attention, and the pair watch in silence. » A pinpoint of light appears in the sky, then becomes a fine white streak as it shoots across the wine bottleconstellation. Gruvfeath bespoke Leiventh with « Seems the Weyrlingmasters chose a good night for a flight. And a good distraction for my lifemate. » » As you look up you notice a bright blue meteor passing across a constellation. It quickly fades from view. Leiventh> Gruvfeath senses that Leiventh's certainly admiring the view, himself. « Many colors, » he says, by way of agreement. « Did yours need the distraction? » » A pinpoint of light appears in the sky, then becomes a fine white streak as it shoots across the wine bottleconstellation. » Melisandeth shifts her flight path, allowing S'din, the small figure on her back to view the Weyrlings' formation from various angles. But even he spares a look or two at the beauty of the fireworks nature supplies. » A brilliant red meteor streaks across the sky, its afterimage hanging in front of your eyes for several seconds. » Dasmareth tags along at the tail, keeping her position behind the others, ever thrilled to watch the stars 'dance' the green rumbles appreciatively, drawing a smile from Ami as she leans forward on the greens neck a few moments before returning her gaze to watching after the weyrlings' flying. Leiventh senses that Gruvfeath rumbles a vague affirmation for Leiventh but doesn't elaborate. « My lifemate says they are falling stars. I did not know that stars can fall. » » There's a barely noticable streak passing neatly between two bright stars in the constellation called Menolly's Fair. When you blink again, it's gone, and you're left unsure whether you really saw a meteor or not. » Leiventh seems to be having no difficulty holding his position in the formation, attention split between the sky immediately in front of them, and the view about them. Leiventh> Gruvfeath senses that Leiventh seems to consider that for some time, then comes back with, « Perhaps we can catch them. » » A red streak of light catches your attention as it moves across the sky, spanning the entire constellation of the Shipfish. » Melisandeth's wings begin to ripple in the air currents as she bleeds off some of her lift and begins the ever-so-slight descent toward the Nabol area. » Gruvfeath's large wings serve him well in the calm, steady flight. His head does move a bit to and fro, as if he is afraid to miss any of the streaking fireworks, but he doesn't waver from his position. » Melisandeth glides off to the southeast, towards Nabol Hold, flying high above the mountains. » A brilliant red meteor streaks across the sky, its afterimage hanging in front of your eyes for several seconds. Leiventh senses that Gruvfeath rumbles thoughtfully, « Perhaps. » Then he is distracted as the formation starts to descend. » Gruvfeath glides off to the southeast, towards Nabol Hold, flying high above the mountains. Maintaining your altitude until you've cleared the southeastern edge of the mountain range, you slowly start to descend downwards. The apple orchards which Nabol is famed for, spread out below you as the hold starts to come into view. Melisandeth bespoke High Reaches Weyrling dragons with « We'll be landing in the courtyard. » » In the courtyard below, Nabolese serving staff stand prepared to provide cool Nabolese drinks and light finger foods as soon as the Weyrlingmaster gives the nod. You glide down to a gentle landing in the courtyard. You hop down Leiventh's side to the ground, as the dragon warbles a greeting. Nabol Hold Courtyard(#650RJ) The main courtyard of Nabol Hold is almost 400 feet long and about a hundred feet wide. At the northern end, it bends for another 200 feet around the side of the Hold. The surface is neatly hewn out of the stone, and no traces of grass can be seen anywhere. Nabolese and traders wander everywhere it seems. 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. At the southern end of the courtyard the main gates to the ramp are flanked by the watchtower and the watchwher's lair. Across the courtyard from the gates are the large double-doors that lead into the Hold proper. Around the corner at the northern end, near the ashpits and blackrock stores, are doors for the kitchens and smithy. Contents: Dasmareth Leiventh Gruvfeath S'din Melisandeth Obvious exits: Main Hold Ramp Kitchens Smithy S'din watches as the last of the Weyrlings touch down, then calls out, "Dismount and check up on your dragons!" Amilin hops down Dasmareth's side to the ground, as the dragon warbles a greeting. Amilin has arrived. Gruvfeath backwings to a slightly dusty landing, but his landing is nearly perfect. Shaylar's fingers are wrapped around her riding straps and someone with sharp eyes might notice white knuckles before she pries her fingers from the leather straps and unbuckles herself. She slides down and seems to wobble just a tiny bit before she straightens up and turns to check Gruvfeath's straps. Shaylar jumps down Gruvfeath's side to the ground, using his straps as handholds. Shaylar has arrived. S'din says, "This is the longest your lifemates have been in the air with their straps on and carrying you. Please check for signs of strain that even they might not feel yet and report to me when you're sure of them!" R'hin doesn't really show that much interest in the arriving food and drink; he's more concerned with Leiventh, checking the dragon over carefully, murmuring inaudible questions under his breath before assuring himself that the dragon's perfectly fine. Judging by the quick, dismissive glance he gives to their surroundings as he crosses the courtyard towards S'din, it's not the first time he's been here. "Leiventh's fine, sir. He's not sure what all the fuss is about, he doesn't even feel that tired." Leiventh> To you, Leiventh projects, « This doesn't seem like a very interesting place. You -lived- here? » S'din smiles at R'hin and nods, "That's good, and to be honest, it's pretty much what I expected." He nods toward the greenrider Weyrlings and adds, "I'm more concerned about them. But you have to admit, it's better to be safe than sorry." Amilin makes her way past the weyrlings as they make their checks, and over to S'din's side. She stops and stands at a relaxed ease as she turns back to listen also for the coming reports, chuckling lightly at hearing S'din's reply to R'hin's. S'din glances over at the drudges and, as he starts getting more and more reports from the Weyrlings, nods for them to bring over food and drink for anyone interested. Gruvfeath rumbles and moves certain body parts when asked by his lifemate. He wuffles the small Weyrling's hair affectionately when she gives him a somewhat stern look. Shay can't help but smile. She moves towards S'din after R'hin, "He's okay. Nothing strained, sprained or torn. He enjoyed the flight and the light show." Leiventh> To you, Leiventh peers in the direction of Bristia's dragon. « We could carry her, » he says, certain. S'din smiles and nods to Shaylar, "Okay, good. And he'll be getting another flight and show on the way home." He calls out to all the Weyrlings, then, "If you're hungry or thirsty, please have some refreshments! We still have to make the flight home. And please let me know if your lifemates are too tired to make the whole flight home, okay? We have a standing agreement with Nabol to house you and your dragons so you can make the flight home in the morning if you need to." With exquisitely choreographed movements, the Nabolese drudges approach the twenty-or-so weyrlings with trays of cold and hot cider drinks, platters of hot finger foods such as mark-sized seasoned cheese pastries, mini-herdbeast finger sandwiches with a spicy sauce, spiderclaw bites, and small cups of a thick vegetable stew. For those that prefer a cold snack: fresh vegetables with a creamy dip, porcine bacon wrapped cheese rectangles, cold pasta salad, and a variety of meats on small peasant bread mini-squares. In the meantime, young children and sullen Hold teens make their way to observe the new riders, fawn over the dragons and a few of the more brazen young ladies approach one of the males who has gained their attention. R'hin stifles a sudden laugh under guise of a cough, glancing sidelong at Leiventh. "Somehow, I don't think Bristia or Saindyth would much enjoy being carried." Yet despite that, he voices the words deliberately aloud, strolling easily towards the food tables, perusing them but not partaking of them as yet. S'din smiles as R'hin walks away and leans toward Amilin, speaking softly to her in a low enough voice that it doesn't carry. Bristia makes her report to S'din and makes her way to the drudges carrying the food trays. "Using my name in vain again? Can't stop thinking about me, eh?" With a toss of her head at R'hin, she selects a few items of food. Amilin's lips twist up in a quick smile she doesn't bother to hide, but her voice, in turn stays low. "Actually, Leiventh was thinking Saindyth wouldn't be strong enough to make it all the way home." R'hin flicks a quick, dismissive glance in the green's direction, as if agreeing with his dragon's assessment. The weyrling selects a few of the apples, secreting two of them in his pouch, before rubbing the third against his jacket and taking a bite. S'din leans close to Amilin with a grin and mutters something to her. Shaylar can't hide a grin as she passes R'hin on her own way to the tables. She doesn't seem inclined to eat, but she does accept a cold cider drink and sips it, leaning back against the table. Her eyes travel around the courtyard curiously and she notices a boy and his toddler sister whispering and pointing at Gruvfeath. Gruvfeath is alerted to their presence by his lifemate and he lowers his head to warble a friendly greeting. The toddler squeals in delight, but her brother holds firmly to her hand. Amilin bites her lip to keep from laughing outright, but her amusement is plain to read in her expression as she listens and again replies. "Sain can fly perfectly well, thank you very much." Bristia retorts, before savoring some of the wrapped cheese. With a quirk of her lips, she adds. "She is nimble and manuverable unlike your slow ship of a bronze." Leiventh seems a little more standoffish than his clutchmate, but then that's probably a reflection of the fact that the bronze hunkers down, almost completely still, watching with swirling eyes. "If you say so," R'hin answers Bristia, with the air of one agreeing to have the argument done with. "I mean, sure," he can't seem to help himself, only the briefest of pauses before he continues, "She could fly rings around him, but then she'd need to sit down and rest for a good while after." He glances towards Shaylar, and likewise towards Gruvfeath. S'din flashes Amilin a grin and a wink after he whispers to her. He then turns to eye the Weyrlings, making sure none is being a glutton while he checks his straps once again and reaches for his goggles and scarf. S'din makes a show of seriously and for long moments thinking about what Amilin whispers to him, then throws his head back with a laugh and gives her a quick hug. Then he steps toward Melisandeth and says, "Okay, Flurry Wing! Set your drinks and food aside and those of you returning with us, please check your straps for flight!" Amilin leans in to answer S'din after that wink, and after a moment farther of watching both him and the weyrlings she selects an apple from a passing drudge and takes a bite before returning to Das. Bristia selects a cold cider before replying. "Well, sure she may have to rest. After all, it is hard work to keep a bronze from getting his ungainly wings and tail from being all twisted. Sain would make it to Boll and back to rrelax by the time yours made it halfway." At S'din's bellow, she makes a face, downs her drink and mutters something about not enjoying herself for rlong enough yet. Shaylar is chuckling over the conversation between R'hin and Bristia, but there is no telling which one she's most amused by. S'din's announcement startles her a bit and she walks back to her dragon, pausing to speak softly with the boy and his little sister. The boy grins and nods at something Shay says and gently moves his sister out of the courtyard. The little girl cranes her neck and waves her chubby fingers at Gruvfeath. Shay goes to double check the straps, tugging on them firmly. R'hin bites into the apple, munching contentedly, finishing it off before setting the core down on one of the empty platters. "At least Leiventh'd make it without panting like a runner at the end." Unlike Bristia, R'hin never seems inclined to give his dragon a nickname. His head lifts at S'din's call, and he makes his way back to Leiventh's side, checking over the straps once more, little glances given Shaylar and Gruvfeath's way. Leiventh> Gruvfeath senses that Leiventh observes, with interest, « They seem very curious about you. » Passing by Shaylar, Bristia comments. "One of these days, someone is going to break his nose." She checks over dragon before waiting to mount. Shaylar snorts softly, "Probably. Its amusing to watch him try his hardest to rub people the wrong way." She says with a glance R'hin's way. Bristia chuckles, glancing over at Shaylar. "It's fun trying to get a rise out of him. " Gruvfeath bespoke Leiventh with « Yes. The very little one is smaller than a wherry. » R'hin seems to be oblivious to the exchange between Shaylar and Bristia, checking over Leiventh's straps carefully. Finally satisfied, he leans easily against the bronze's foreleg while waiting. Leiventh> I bespoke Gruvfeath with « They make much more noise than a wherry, though. » S'din calls out, "If you're ready, mount up and broad line formation, follow me into the sky!" S'din climbs up onto Melisandeth. S'din has left. Melisandeth lowers her neck and gives S'din a little boost up with one foreleg. Melisandeth spreads her wings and leaps into the air. Melisandeth has left. Shaylar clambers up onto Gruvfeath's back, as the dragon rumbles softly. Shaylar has left. Gruvfeath spreads his wings and leaps into the air. Gruvfeath has left. Hug accepted before she truly gets too far on he way back to her green of course, Amilin doesn't skip checking her own straps and will a murmured comment to her green, she mounts up and waits until the weyrlings precede her into the air. Amilin vaults up onto Dasmareth's back, using her foreleg as a step. Amilin has left. Leiventh You are perched on Leiventh's warm bronze neck, his hide soft against your touch. You hop up onto Leiventh's back, using his foreleg as a step. You spread your wings and leap into the air. You fly northwest, high over the mountains between Nabol and High Reaches Weyr. High over the High Reaches area As you soar above the High Reaches range, the snow capped peaks seem to envelope you, spreading out to the north and east; the Western Mountain range spreads out to the southeast, adding to the effect. Off to the west, the coast of Pern stretches out, passing High Reaches Hold, and the Tillek peninsula, near the large harbor of the SeaCraft Hall; the sparkle of the blue-green waters merges with the blue sky on the horizon. The caldera that serves as the bowl for High Reaches Weyr can just be made out, the seven spindles seeming to almost merge into one. The clearings that must be Crom Hold and the MineCraft hall can be seen far across the mountains to the northeast, while the apple orchards of Nabol can barely be discerned to the southeast. Contents: Melisandeth Obvious exits: Forest near Lewis Hold High Reaches Hold Mine Craft Hall Sea Craft Hall Tillek Hold Nabol Hold High Reaches Weyr Upper Sky » Gruvfeath flies here from Nabol Hold in the southeast. » Dasmareth flies here from Nabol Hold in the southeast. » Melisandeth, small green though she is, is also hardened by manyh turns of Threadfighting, giving her more stamina than even most of the bronze Weyrlings and their untried wings. » A red streak of light catches your attention as it moves across the sky, spanning the entire constellation of the Shipfish. Gruvfeath bespoke Leiventh with « Perhaps, but I have made a wherry make as much noise as that little one. Its better to kill them quickly. » Leiventh> Gruvfeath senses that Leiventh silently and readily agrees with that particular point. » A red streak of light catches your attention as it moves across the sky, spanning the entire constellation of the Shipfish. » There's a barely noticable streak passing neatly between two bright stars in the constellation called Menolly's Fair. When you blink again, it's gone, and you're left unsure whether you really saw a meteor or not. » Leiventh falls back into formation beside Gruvfeath, content to enjoy the sky show. His wings are spread wide, only needing the occasional sweep to keep him aloft, and a few minor adjustments for the shifting wind. » Melisandeth guides the way once more and before you know it and far before you expected it, you find yourselves arriving once more home at High Reaches Weyr. » Melisandeth slowly glides downwards towards the caldera amidst the mountains which houses High Reaches Weyr. » Gruvfeath slowly glides downwards towards the caldera amidst the mountains which houses High Reaches Weyr. You slowly glide downwards towards the caldera amidst the mountains which houses High Reaches 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: Gruvfeath Melisandeth Obvious exits: Upper Sky High Reaches Weyr Clearing Outside the Weyr » Dasmareth glides down from the open sky above. » Melisandeth circles lower into the High Reaches Weyr bowl. You spiral downward into the High Reaches Weyr bowl. You glide downward in the bowl, towards the east wall. You wing down to a quick landing on the ground. You clamber down Leiventh's side to the ground, as the dragon rumbles softly. 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 shines in half moon while Timor shines in half moon. It is completely still, no winds blow and the fall air temperature feels comfortable. Contents: Shaylar Amilin Dasmareth Gruvfeath Leiventh S'din Melisandeth Oenoneth Obvious exits: Weyrleader Ledges Western Bowl Floor Dragon Infirmary Weyrling Barracks Weyrling Training Room Feeding Grounds Lake Shore S'din strides over to the Stone of Lecture and hops up onto it, calling for the Weyrlings to dismount as he does so. Shaylar slides down from Gruvfeath and stands for a moment with her hand on Gruvfeath's hide before she walks forward to stand in front of the WeyrlingMaster. Bristia dismounts, taking her time to check over her dragon. Sain is slightly winded but in excellent spirits. His rider, however, looks like she could use a nap but trudges over to listen to S'din. R'hin slides down from Leiventh's side, giving the bronze a careful inspection, head tilted as he seems to mentally query the dragon, before looking satisfied, attention focusing on S'din. S'din says, "Congratulations on your first full flight! Check your dragons over, use numbweed anywhere you might need to, including on your own aching backs and legs! I have a few announcements before I dismiss you tonight, so stand by." S'din ticks off points on his fingers, "Your duties are going to expand once again! Now that you're good and used to flying, you'll be doing elevator duty now, ferrying non-riders or grounded riders to other peoples' weyrs. Also, you will be assigned from time to time to shadow a rider on sweeps. Also, as long as you are accompanied by a full rider, preferrably someone of some authority in the Weyr, you may visit any of the areas in our sweep area, so long as you fly straight there. Are there any questions?" Hands tucked casually into the pockets of his jacket, R'hin listens quietly - unusual enough for him - and shakes his head when appropriate. Shaylar nods at S'din's announcements and she has a curious mix of excitement and something more akin to resignment on her face. Shaylar strolls into the weyrling barracks. Shaylar has left. Gruvfeath lumbers into the weyrling barracks. Gruvfeath has left. S'din climbs up onto Melisandeth. S'din has left. Melisandeth lowers her neck and gives S'din a little boost up with one foreleg. When they're finally dismissed, R'hin follows the other weyrlings towards the barracks, keeping pace with Leiventh. You stride into the weyrling barracks. |
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