'The World of Pern(tm)' and 'The Dragonriders of Pern(r)' are copyright to Anne McCaffrey (c) l967, 2000. This is a recorded online session, by permission of the author but generated on SouCon MUSH for the benefit of people unable to attend.

It is currently 7:54 p.m. on day 2 of month 8 in Turn 28 of the 10th Pass. The season is currently spring. (Remember we are in the southern hemisphere!)

You walk toward the bustling Weyrhall.

Auralia strides in, covering a yawn, and depositing various riding gear by the door. She's quite dirty, and looks quite worn out. Evening sweeps, no doubt. Eyes look up, and she smiles lazily towards Imara, "Evening, Imara. Faring well, I suppose?"

Imara sits at a table, a plate of food in front of her and a mug in one hand. "Hi Auralia," she says with a smile. "Yes, I was just having a late dinner. You look like you could use some food too."

Auralia doesn't even attempt to cover the next yawn, simply nodding quickly as her face is blown away. Or something, "Food sounds divine right now." Plate is filled, and she collapses into a chair, trying to choke down another yawn, "Food. Mmmm."

Imara takes a few bites of her own food and grins. "Long day, huh?"

Auralia nods between bites, chewing shortly, before replying, "Too long. Had afternoon sweeps, and only just got in. Had to get something t'eat 'fore I did anything else. Don't mind me if I smell or anything."

Imara shakes her head. "No, I don't care. I've come in here many times smellin' like a porcine that just rolled in the mud." She takes a sip of her drink, probably juice, and smiles. "So how is Iesath?"

Auralia snickers, pulling a foot up onto the bench in front of her, and reclining completely ungracefuly, "She's...Well, pretty much herself I guess. Acting all wise and good. But at the moment I think she's too tired to do anything, either."

A'ric strides over from the quietness of the Infirmary.

A'ric has arrived.

A'ric walks in, quietly and tiredly, his right forearm and hand bound in a white cast.

Auralia nods absently to A'ric - she already knows about the cast so she doesn't seem particularly worried - taking another bite of her food as she chats to Imara.

Imara nods as she swallows a bite of food. "I know how that is. Good night's sleep always helps, though." She gives A'ric a greeting smile.

Auralia's head shoots up from its almost-touching-the-table position, as she rubs her eyes, "Argh! I was supposed to bring in the pies that that holder gave me. Told me to do it right away, and look at me now." She looks pathetic, completely and utterly pathetic. "Now I'll have to get up again."

Imara blinks. "Pies? What kind of pies?"

A'ric looks over, and nods idly, dropping into a seat with a grun.

You say "Bubblies..." with a short moan, "And they'll be all cold."

Imara smiles and stands up. "Well if it's bubblies, I'll help you bring them in."

Auralia laughs, shortly, pulling herself up onto her feet, "Thanks, that'd be...Wonderful."

Imara grins. "No problem. I never see enough bubblies around here."

Auralia chuckles as she heads for the doorway, and the courtyard, "Come on, then."

You walk toward the Courtyard.

Imara strides over from the bustling Weyrhall.

You walk toward the Landing Field.

Imara walks over from the Western Courtyard.

Iesath -was- curled up (In a strange kinda way) in the landing field, almost asleep. Dozing. But she's not now. Her head has shot up, and she's watching. There -is- a sack hanging down rom her straps - and it smells like pies - so its probably the thing you're after. But for now, she's more interested in you. A low warble, and she leans her head out to regard you. Hmmm. And Auralia is just watching her, slightly confused.

Imara smiles at the green dragon. "Hello Iesath. You've got some pies we need."

Forget the pies. But...Auralia strides towards Iesath, "C'mon, love. Let me get into that sack so that I can collapse again." The green, however, doesn't move, her head tilting even closer to Imara.

Imara grins. "Maybe she wants to keep them for herself. I can smell them from here, and they almost have my mouth watering."

Auralia frowns, "You might be right, but somehow...I don't think she likes them much." So what if it wasn't serious, she is. She didn't realize, evidently. "Sath! C'mon, love. Now would be a good time."

Iesath doesn't move. Well, rather, she moves closer. To Imara. But the pies are still unatainable.

Imara lifts both arms away from her body and looks down at herself. "What? Do I have some meat in my pocket or something? Do I have crumbs on my face?"

Maybe not. But Iesath seems to think there is Something wrong - or perhaps right - with Imara. "So," pauses Auralia, thoughtfuly, "No, actually, I don't think thats what it is. Iesath says we can have the pies if you become a candidate." There, done.

Imara blinks and just stares at Auralia. "Again?" She looks at Iesath, then the pies, then back to Iesath. "Well, if Iesath thinks I should... Sure."

Auralia smiles, "Good." Iesath uncurls, and allows the pies to be retrieved. "Want to grab your things and follow me down to the barracks? I know that you know the drill, but still." She grins, adding, quietly, "I'm glad that you said yes. I was sure you'd Impress last time. Maybe your lifemate'll hatch this time."

Imara raises an eyebrow as she heads for the cottages. "Really? Well, we'll see. I'll be right back."

Imara walks toward the Western Courtyard.

You walk toward the Lakeside Meadow.

You walk over to the Candidate Barracks.

Imara strides over from the Lakeside Meadow.

Auralia turns, as Imara comes in, nodding towards the newest candidate with a short smile, "Got your things? Good. Grab a cot. Anything you don't remember from last time about being a candidate, or shall I go through it all again?" Another smile, this one slightly bigger.

Imara looks around the barracks as she dumps her stuff onto an empty cot. "Been a long time since I've been in here." She nods at Auralia. "I think I remember it all... Do my chores, don't get into trouble..."

Auralia snickers, leaning back against one wall, "Yup, thats about it. Dyani is candidate co-ordinator this time, so you can report to her with whatever, and you can always come and talk to me. The usual, there."

Imara nods again. "Got it."

Auralia stands up straight again, yawning, and adding, "Well, I'm heading to bed now, so if you need any help, ask someone else." A wry smile, and she heads towards the door, "Congratulations, and later."

You walk toward the Lakeside Meadow.