'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 5:05 p.m. on day 6 of month 10 in Turn 27 of the 10th Pass. The season is currently spring. (Remember we are in the southern hemisphere!)

Auralia is sitting in the corner of the room, nursing some fruit juice and a plate...something. She looks up, and nods, "Evening, Wingsecond Kytiara," as she sets the mug back down on the table, crossing her legs.

Kytiara waltzas her way in....well, no. Actually, she thumps in, wearing boots. But isn't it nicer to picture her waltzing? Behind her a little procession follows, composed of various weyrbrats. One drops a basket in /her/ corner, another drops a corer in the same place, then both whirl away. Kyti plops. "Pardon? Oh. Hello......?" Where's that list when she needs it?

Auralia giggles quietly at the weyrbrats, hiding it with as much grace as she can muster - which isn't much - as she answers, "It's Auralia. Green Iesath's rider."

Kytiara grabs a redfruit, peers at it for a long moment, and cores it neatly before speaking again."Oh. Hello...Auralia. Yes. I'm Kytiara...Belenth's. Y'know, the horridly shiny one." She should know...at least, she could /pretend/ to know. Or ask questions or something. Kyti isn't exactly a conversationalist.

Auralia isn't really much of a conversationalist, either, but in good Aura fashion, she adds, as she leans back in her chair, "I know." A pause, and then she asks, "Shiny?" Okay, so she does like to question.

Kytiara smiles. What good rider doesn't like to talk about that annoying otherself that lumps about their clearing "Shiny...oiled at /least/ once a day. Usually a couple touch ups, as well."Oooh. Aaaah. The pure /interestingness/ of that. "What does yours do?" Flip? Wag her tail? Fetch?

Auralia runs a finger through her hair with a short nod, "Ah yes, he would be shiny then. Mine? She.." she pauses, wrinkles her nose, and then laughs at some unseen joke, "Watches everyone. Mothers people older than her. Wants to go swimming at midnight, and refused to go during the day. She's full of funny things like that." Ah yes, lifemate comparing. Isn't it fun?

Kytiara finishes off that first redfruit (I bet you didn't even see her start on it!) and begins on another, peering at the basket with an educated eye "This'll last me two hours. Ah, lovely. Quirky one...green...figures. Bel's just warm. And shiny and blue." Nod nod. "So....what are you doing sitting here?"

"Not a lot. Eating." There may be a plate of something in front of Auralia, but she hasn't eaten anything off it since Kytiara arrived, "Just hanging around - passing time, really." She lifts up the mug of juice, and sips at it, setting it down again with a light *clunk*, "What about you?"

Kytiara wags the half-eaten redfruit in her hand cheerfully "Munching's all...isn't that right, Bertha?" Though she doesn't /really/ expect her to answer. "Talking's good, too. I've been entirely too secluded lately."

Auralia chuckles, stretching a leg out and propping it on a chair in front of her, "I guess its the time of day for a munch. Or a sip. Or something." With a firm nod, she adds, "And talking. More relaxed now than at any other time."

Kytiara hmms noncomittally, and chews more on that redfruit, eyes mildly thoughtful "Well, yes. I suppose so. Who do you know here?" A random enough question "I probably should know t

[The rest of the log got cut off, somewhere. Sob!]