'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 3:30 a.m. on day 21 of month 12 in Turn 26 of the 10th Pass. The season is currently autumn. (Remember we are in the southern hemisphere!)

Most of the rest of the barracks is asleep, though there is a glowbasket half unsheilded and dimly lighting one of the tables near the back of the barracks. Kat is seated at the table, eyes bleary, going over a srol on wing formations.

Auralia was one of those sleeping weyrlings, but for some reason she's woken up. She sits up, looking around a little dazedly. She blinks, rubs her eyes, and looks at K'tor, "What are you doing? Studying? At this hour?"

K'tor nods, pitching his voice low so that it won't carry and wake the others. "Yeah. Couldn't sleep." He pauses and adds, "Too, wanted to keep an eye on Reis. She's been walking in her sleep the last few nights."

Auralia glances at Nareisa's couch and blinks, "Really? I didnt know that. Guess I'm not all that up in the goings on 'round here." Her voice, of course, is kept as low as Kat's. She gets up, wrapping a robe around her sleeping clothes and moving over to where K'tor sits, "Whats it on?" The scroll, of course.

K'tor shrugs. "Wing formations. The ones they just sorta mentioned in class. Non standard. Got a hold of one of a copies of Kinoa's. Just wanted to make sure I know it."

Auralia makes a face, "Oh. I guess its a good idea to know these things, but by the shards of Iesath's egg I really don't like having to learn it all. I'm to impatient, I guess."

K'tor nods slightly. "Albanth would rather play when he's awake, so I try to do the boring stuff when he sleeps." He pauses and then says quietly, "Though it's not *that* boring. Some of it is really interesting. Like here," He flips back a hide, pointing at a notation. "This is about one of the formations they do at Ista, because of the high winds. See? it's hollow in the center, so the smaller dragons can swoop through and flame."

Auralia takes a seat, listening carefuly, "That does sound interesting. More than normal formations. I wonder...once we're all actually able to ride, we'll be able to try them out for ourselves. That'll be better."

K'tor nods. "Is Iesath demanding daily why he can't fly? With Albanth, it's practially every candlemark."

From Niaeth's couch, Nareisa stirs in her sleep. Her eyes open blankly. It's scary, like a vampire coming out of its coffin.

Auralia groans, looking back at her couch and the sleeping green with affection, "Oh yeah. She's not really patient, at least with me. But I've gathered that she pretends it means nothing to her with the other dragons. Trying to sort of mother them, I guess. As if she's older and wiser than them." She shrugs, "But we're counting down the sevendays.

K'tor nods. "Albanth wants to know, since he's larger than Dovath, why he can't fly like her." He shakes his head. "And when it will be soon." A rueful smile lights his face as he glances to his couch. And because his is next to Nareisa's, his brow furrows lightly.

Auralia notices the furrow of Kat's brow and turns, "What is it?" she whispers.

From Niaeth's couch, Nareisa sits up, and pulls the furs off herself. She's totally blank-faced. It's still reminiscent of the dead being brought to life. It's quite spooky really. She stands up, and even pulls the covers neatly over her bed.

If Auralia was the screaming type, its undoubtable that she would be screaming her head off at this time. And waking up everyone in the barracks, no doubt. But she's not, and she just turns to look at K'tor, pale faced, "What do we do?"

Nareisa finishes pulling the covers over the bed and plumps up the pillow.

K'tor watches Reis carefully. "Let's just follow her and make sure she doesn't get hurt." He rises slowly, a trifle pale under his freckles and tan.

Auralia nods, making to stand. She waits, watching the other weyrling as she sleepwalks.

Nareisa pats the plumped up pillow to make sure it's nice and plump and then puts on some shoes. Still blank.

K'tor shudders lightly. "Shells, I knew she was upset but..." He pauses, his tone bleak. "Maybe she needs a mind healer." He darts a look to Niaeth in concern.

Auralia frowns, looking at K'tor for a second, turning back towards Nareisa and Niaeth, "Upset? About what?"

From Niaeth's couch, Niaeth snoozes contentedly.

K'tor says quietly, "Her brother for one thing. Me for another - oops, there she goes."

You walk over to the Lakeside Meadow.

Auralia ohs quietly, nodding, but mainly just trying to keep up with Nareisa.

Nareisa marches in a straight line to thwack into a tree. Well, she will if she keeps going...

Auralia gaps, quietly, "What now? She's gonna crash into the tree...."

K'tor hisses in a breath, hurrying to reach and snag Reis' wrist, to redirect her from the tree. He murmurs softly, "Go 'round it, not through it, Reis."

Nareisa quite happily wanders away from the tree, and marches down the path towards the beach.

K'tor exchanges a worried glance with Aura, and then hurries after the wandering blueling.

If Aura looked worried before, she looks really worried now, as she runs after the bluey and the bronzer.

Nareisa keeps on heading towards that beach. Maybe you're about to find out if you can swim in your sleep.

Nareisa walks toward White Sands Beach.

Nareisa has left.

K'tor strides over to White Sands Beach.

K'tor has left.

You walk over to White Sands Beach.

Nareisa of all things, starts to strip.

Auralia is rooted to the spot, "Oh dear. Now is not time for swimming, Reisa. Wait til morning. Come on." Please? Uh oh.

K'tor just blinks. Apparently, he wasn't at all prepared for this. Oddly, the usually brazen lad blushes. "Faranth's knees. Uh, Reis?" He's still tentative, not sure he should wake her.

Nareisa is busy. Stripping. Off! Goes a shoe! Off! Goes another! And look, her pyjama top looks like it's gonna be next....

Auralia mutters something under her breath and considers, "Can one swim while sleeping?" She looks ready to dive in after Reisa, if needs be.

K'tor shakes his head, still blushing faintly. "I dunno. She doesn't even wash Niaeth unless she's dressed." Obviously, he hasn't a clue what to do.

Oh well, if you're just gonna stand there and do nothing, that shirt is coming off. So are the rest of her clothes, looks like. Reis' that is.

Auralia makes a move, "We have to do something. What if...Niaeth might wake up and get upset. No strong emotions, remember?"

K'tor nods. "Right. Um..." He steps forward as she starts to disrobe. "Reis? Time for you to wake up now." Right. Very effective.

Nareisa doesn't wake up, she does, however do something. She strips. Right down to...well nothing, then she pokes her big toe into the water to test it.

(Last pose cut off, RL calls, and I disconnect. Rats - It coulda been a lot of fun)