You amble westwards to the bright and cheerful lower caverns.
Shoshana glances over at Andariel and quickly blurts out Clutch Standing advice, "Don' let her know your nervous. Act calm and think...loving stuff." she says calmly. "She can't hurt you either...your a lot bigger'an'her. She's just hungry."
Auril wanders in, carrying a small brown package - which almost looks as though it's steaming. She issues a wave towards the caverns' occupants and moves toward the group.
Ilesyn ambles gracelessly through the caverns, her attention caught briefly by the crowds about the firelizard hatching -- transfered more rapidly towards the serving table, her mug filled with thick, dark klah. This clutched within one hand, the Mindhealer steps lazily towards the group, her interest returning -- now that more immediate needs have been filled. "Little idiot things," she comments, calmly.
Graceful Quick Pegasus Hatchling looks deeply into Andariel's eyes with utter love and trust. And overpowering hunger.
Maykara looks up briefly as three more enter the caverns. She waves briefly, "Come on over. They're just startin to hatch now!" She then glances over to Andariel and grins broadly, "Looks like the little green just found her partner.."
Valor narrows his faucetted eyes at Ilesyn. He resents that resemblance...wait a minute...that's not right...
Ghostly jades and emeralds flicker in a band of dancing colours seeming to fade away just before a large crack runs down the center of Eerie Northern Lights Egg. Suddenly flashes of midnight blue appear and with one final struggle and audible snap, the shell gives way to reveal Noble Blue Unicorn Hatchling.
Noble Blue Unicorn Hatchling
Lightest of baby and powdered blues collide and overlap each other in a curving mixture of colours across his entire form. Said shades almost disappear into near whites along muscled chest and underbelly, while ghostly sapphire drips down from his elegantly pointed muzzle and swirl into oblivion before his proudly arched back. But to be truthfull, the most beautful display of colours for this blue would be his wings. Fully extended, the membranes reveal a hidden display of royal blues that blossom faintly over midnight, brightened by the light dusting of several silvery white orbs. Light dancing across his almost perfectly conformed body, show silver and white highlights along is curved neck, the colours tumbling down like many locks of fine hair. And as a final touch, a single small orb of silverish blue lays on his forehead, resting between curious and wary glancing eyes.
Andariel blinks. Think love, feed, bigger, not scared. Not scared? She risks a glace down and the green is still there, looking up at her. Shock overpowers the little cook and she stares back at the little hatchling. "H...hi." is all she can think of to say as the meat vanishes from her hand.
Orilee walks into the living caverns, a few hides shoved in pockets about her knees and shirt, stuffed full of messages for yet those in the Monaco Weyr needing conversation with those in Fort. Their messenger, apparently she is, but at the moment the crowds around the hatching firelizards draws her away from her mission. Well, more like giving her an excuse to pause the errands for later. "Any.. herdbeast around here?"
Ilesyn's eyes roll -- a pitying glance foisted upon Andariel's direction at the impression -- whilst she moves to sit upon the edge of one of the tabletops, legs swinging over the side, klah held tight within one hand. "Oh groan. They're bad for your mental capacity, I tell you!" she attempts to convince a nearby weyrgirl, who ignores her firmly. It's a dying cause.
Tehyzim looks over to Andariel, "Well, congrats! Oh!" he states, turning back to the eggs. "A blue!"
Thera tilts her head sorrowfully in defeat for a moment before grinning at Andariel. " Hey, good job!" Then, she turns her head toward the newly hatched blue. This time, fish is offered, a foodsource with a scent much more potent than wherry, and when dangled for movement as well, all but sure the attract hatchling attention. Thera adds pieces to her trail and fans it so that two pieces of fish lie near the hatchling for his chosing. " C'mon, little handsome one," she urges softly with a loving smile.
Shoshana grins approvingly at Andariel and the green, "And now you feed her." she says grin widening. Noticing the new arrival she ooooohs like a toddler who just found a really shiny necklace. "Oooh he's pretty! Lookit that little spot 'tween his eyes." She's pretty indiffrent about the whole impression factor of course. It's just nice to admire the babies and give advice. But nevertheless her splatted ex-sandwhich is nudged forward.
Stormy Wind-Tossed Tsunami Egg gives a very slight rock, sand criking under it.. the egg rolls over, revealing the eye of the storm on it's surface
Andariel nods. Food, yes food is the next thing. She stumbles to her feet, scooping up the little green carefully and seeking out some more food for her new friend.
Noble Blue Unicorn Hatchling looks about wearily at the big group of people around him. Then with a cautious movement does he hoist himself to his shaky legs, trying to stand as proud as he can. Head held high, he steps forwards, only to stumble a bit, much to his disgust. Meat is eyed and hunger overpowers, and he's off to the nearest source.
Auril approaches the crowd and ahs softly at the cause of the small commotion. Not wanting to bother them, she moves towards the woman outside of the group and motions towards the package. To Ilesyn, she says directly, "Auril, assistant headwoman at Monaco, do you think I could leave these somewhere for one of your headwomen? Baked spiderclaws." she says proudly. Another glance towards the hubbub and she removes one such spiderclaw from the package, then reseals it.
Stormy Wind-Tossed Tsunami Egg boldly rocks once, rolling over to the side of the basket, colors clashing in violent patterns on it's surface.
Ilesyn rises from her seat, wavering lazily back towards the serving table -- here, she fills a plate with a meal, meat and vegetables piled up together. Auril's query, as she returns to her seat, sliding backwards upon the table, is met with a nearly audible pause. "Well met, Auril. Ilesyn, Senior Apprentice Mindhealer. --Baked spiderclaws? Sounds nice. I expect you could take 'em into the kitchen. Or," she adds, greedy -- slightly -- "We could leave 'em out here."
Thera loses her balance for a moment, so much so that her bit of meat nearly thwaps the little blue upside the head. Her hand catches her though and she looks upward with alarm at the little piece of meat that now dangles right before the blue's snout.
Palia ambles in from the northeastern bowl outside.
Auril catches Ilesyn's tone and smiles slyly. "Well met Ilesyn - I suppose that's a good idea - after all, they /are/ warm now. Just as long as they aren't eaten by the hatchlings over there." she gestures vaguely, then glances at the previously extracted one. "Except, perhaps, this one."
Orilee ambles over toward a bowl of herdbeast just as the Unicorn Hatchling takes to his feet. Her head jerks about, and smiling, she plucks a few pieces of beast from before her. "A blue? How nice..." Not particularly miracle-type, though... Adjusting her knot, she scoots over toward the crowd, gazing into it and over the eggs, the hatchling, anything in particular which catches her attention.
Shoshana has to chuckle, "He's so...proud. S'almost like he's haughty." Almost kinda in a way. She finds a certain facination in doing hatching commentaries. Sandwhich is nudged again, before she looks towards the entrance, "Heya Pali. How're you and Keirath?" she asks cheerily.
Noble Blue Unicorn Hatchling carefully wanders over to the nearest piece of meat and gobbles it down with an almost polite care. Not nice to be all messy now is it? He's just about to go and turn around when he's smack with a piece of meat. The nerve! Puffing up slightly and uttering a startled chirp, the blue darts off. Too fast though, and the blue trips, skidding to a stop infront of someone, only to look up and creel gently.
"That'd be a waste," asserts Ilesyn, indicating the hatchlings, who are patently avoided in her gaze. "But I might have one, as well, since they're here, and warm. Good for the psyche." She gives a firm nod, swinging about to grasp one, her plate set down on the table beside her. "Monaco, eh? A lot warmer down there than it is here."
Noble Blue Unicorn Hatchling looks deeply into Shoshana's eyes with utter love and trust. And overpowering hunger.
Stormy Wind-Tossed Tsunami Egg ocks with a harder movement and knocks against the side of the basket.. lightning flashes and winds blow as the firelizard fights it's way free.
*tap* *tap* *peck* *snap!* Stormy Wind-Tossed Tsunami Egg splits right down the side, interrupting the fierce storm on it's surface to give way to a clear, peaceful sky blue seen through the crack. Another *crack* and Sharp Sky-Blue Griffin Hatchling is free, standing proud of his accomplishment (only after falling over twice).
Sharp Sky-Blue Griffin Hatchling
A silverish sky blue runs across the whole of this little blue's hide and dripping down his hind legs, almost as if someone had dumped a can of paint on him. A darker navy blue adorns his headknobs and finds it's way down his back to his tail, where it runs rings all the way to the tip. A dull darker blue coats his muzzle and flows down his underbelly. His forearms are a mix between the silverish blue and the dull dark blue. The wings however, present quite a show. What would seem to be hundreds of diffrent blues mingle and crash on his wings, creating a dazeling effect.
S'renn ambles in from the northeastern bowl outside.
Gaining a klah mugwhen she first comes in, Palia waves to Shoshana and says, "Keirath is doing fine. He's a bit sketchy with that last fall but he'll be fine... How's Mioneth?" She moves over towards a table, intending to sit down.
Icy Winter Wasteland Egg shakes gently, sending a dazzling effect of glittering specks of crystals and pastels over the entire eggs surface. Snowy texture begins to shift as the last egg rolls about in the sands.
Auril chuckles at Ilesyn's indication but does't comment, and nods, "Yes, it's lovely at Monaco right now. Help yourself, everyone," she calls as she unwraps the rest of the package and lays it out on the table. A nod to Ilesyn and she starts to move towards the group. "It may be a waste, but /this/ spiderclaw is going to something over there." she says, grinning.
Shoshana blinks down in the face of the blue, whose now looking plaintivly up at her. "Aw Shells...it's the hunger all over again." She scoops him up, heading towards the serving table. "This means I have to give you my next sandwhich too doesn' it?" she demands of the blue, who wisely, doesn't answer. "Sketchy? How so?" She grins, getting another sandwhich. "Mioneths' doin' pretty well, just lazin' on the ledge now."
Ilesyn shakes her head with amusement, eyes rolling. "Big waste. They're awful for the mind, I tell you, firelizards. It's a dependence thing, I think, although I'd really have to research it further if I were to make a proper statement." She stands, adding, "I'll watch, anyway, and find out exactly how many more patients I'll have, within a turn or two." Giving a wink, the Mindhealer gathers up plate and mug, and moves a table closer.
Thera sighs softly before looking over toward Shoshana with a congradulatory smile. " Yes, I know love and I'm sorry, that /was/ a nice blue. Maybe luck with the next one..." She smiles as Stormy Wing-Tossed Tsunami egg rocks and then shatters, a lovely sky blue hatchling pouring from the storm's aftermath. A chunk of meat is tossed toward the blue, and it lands on a small dune of sand, almost at a perfectly convinient biting level.
Orilee's auburn and brown hair nearly puffs back against the burst of wind... well, perhaps it wasn't wind, but Lee felt something when the Griffin hatched. "Oh!" Meat is gathered, and held out toward the blue, whose wings are nearly as broad in color, it seems, as the eyes of a dragon. "Hey lil' fellow.." Talking? Eh, she's just used to it, speaking to the beings before her--whether human or otherwise--.
Sharp Sky-Blue Griffin Hatchling turns his blue head upward to glance at the hoard of nonfirelizards. He looks back at the egg. look what he did! he sniffs.. meat? food? he takes a few steps forward, blue wings unfurling to present dazzling colors.
Auril chuckles silently as Ilesyn follows her and she prods her way into the group, casting a gaze to the eggs and hatchlings. The delicious-looking spiderclaw dangles from two fingers.
Andariel finally manages to fill up the little green, who flops into her arms with a happy full cheep as the cook simply sits and stares at her, no words possible at the moment.
Thera smiles at the little blue. " Go on, little one," she urges as she pushes her slice of meat forward gently with one tanned finger, her glowing amber eyes never leaving the hatchling before her.
Icy Winter Wasteland Egg continues to roll about the sands, shivering and shaking from the attempt of the firelizard within to break free. And such work is soon to be paid off, as tiny black cracks begin to marr the once pure white shell.
Sharp Sky-Blue Griffin Hatchling snaps at a piece of dangling meat hungrily. he takes his time in eating it.. only because it was a large piece. He then looks up again. more food. better food? he glances around, blues flashing for all to see.
Ilesyn retires to leaning up against a table, picking up her dinner in her fingers to draw it to her lips, chewing and swallowing. The firelizards, with some disgust, earn a brief glance of interest -- but the meal in front of her, is, by all indications, far more the important. "Good spiderclaws," she murmurs, more to herself than to anyone else.
Meat dangles, head cocks, as Orilee eyes the proud feat of the Griffin. "Smell good?" Or maybe it's that spiderclaw behind her which tugs at her sense of smell. As the dragon-eye'd wings spread forth, Lee is forced to hold back a few extra blinks. "Perty one, aren't we? And hungry of course.."
Icy Winter Wasteland Egg suddenly stops moving. Time to take a short breather. After what would seem the egg will never move again, it begins to shiver and shake once more, sending snow and ice slipping down it's smooth form as more cracks appear.
Shoshana glances towards the door and nods absently, "Wing assignments...righ'." She mutters, grabbing a few more of the sandwhiches, none of which splat luckily. She gives the room an ambiguous wave, calling out, "I've got work to do...see you all later!" and tromps out, shoving sandwhich bits into the blues mouth.
Sharp Sky-Blue Griffin Hatchling chirrups in a high-pitched manner, then switches to a rather distinct trill as he looks for more meat.. he finds a piece on the table to eat quickly before searching one more..
Thera reaches toward her plate and snatches a mid-sized piece of fish. She places it carefully between her fingers and offers it to the blue waggling it a bit in her fingers. " C'mon, little one," she urges, pushing a few bits of her trail closer to the hatchling.
Auril leans forward, and the spiderclaw moves in a little dancing wiggle. Without removing her eyes from the Hatchlings, she murmurs softly to Ilesyn, "Thankyou. Though I won't take all the credit." a wry note in her voice implies she probably shouldn't take any of the credit. But all concentration is on the little basket now, and its contents.
Shivering slightly, S'renn ambles his way down past the main hall connecting the bowl to the living caverns, hands attempting at keeping his flight jacket tightly closed, while holding what should be a wine skin between his arms at the same time. Eyebrows arch slightly in curiosity as the young brownrider makes his way down the length of the caverns, head turning to watch the chaos which forms at every firelizard hatching, and even though it may be missed, he calls out a gentle, "Monaco Weyr duties to Fort and her queens," in his light tenor voice, directed mostly at anyone who is willing to hear him, but wait...jaded-silver eyes fall upon a familiar face, followed by a grin as S'renn begins to make his way towards a certain blue riding friend. "Palia!" he calls out, waving a gloved hand, "Good to see you."
Sharp Sky-Blue Griffin Hatchling chirps. meat! there! nonfirelizard.. he trots forward
Ilesyn, noting S'renn's entrance, tilts her head into a respectfully warm nod of greeting, "Duties," returned, although food-interest takes precidence in her manner. "Such a fine attitude, Auril," she comments to the Monacoan of that name, "Pass on my thanks for them, if you would, because I'm sure those who *are* responsible, otherwise, would enjoy the praise."
Orilee grins, watching the blue forage for food upon the table. "There's better food elsewhere, little man..." Herdbeast is which now seems to be set in her hand for better viewing. Ah, the Griffin, which claws and beak can pluck the meat from any beast, is offered what seems to be few choices...
Sharp Sky-Blue Griffin Hatchling looks deeply into Orilee's eyes with utter love and trust. And overpowering hunger.
Pastel shades and crystal whites shimmer more brilliantly along the egg's shell. Then they seem to collide into eachother and tumble forward like a powerful avalanche of snow and ice as Icy Winter Wasteland Egg shatters into tiny glimmering shards and leaving a startled Stained Glass Green Wyvern Hatchling in it's place.
Stained Glass Green Wyvern Hatchling
Solid patches of every shade of green known seem to have been hastily and randomly stuck together on her thin wire like frame, like a puzzle gone horribly wrong. Seperating each patch of colour is a outline of dark jade to near black, causing each patch of colour to be narrowed into spades of clashing colour. Pale emeralds are met by earthy moss greens along sharply pointed muzzle and continue down her narrow neck. Smooth chest and sides clash into a dance of bright lime and vibrant apple green splotches, while thin forearms and legs bare darker colours of olive and forest. Her long tail displays more shades of chartreuse and grass, even to the end of her oddly tipped tail. The spade seems to curve in a sharp arc, like the stinger of a scorpion. Wings that seem far to large for her body seem to have escaped the strange pattern though, instead they are marred by translucent ripples of the lightest shades of jade and bronze-green.
Tehyzim grins to Orilee. "Well, congrats!" he states as he watches the blue find it's partner. he then glances up, and recogonizing a rider he's seen maybe once before, he flashes a wave to S'renn..
"S'renn!" Palia waves her hand over the people who've gathered in the cavern, waving the brownrider over towards where she's sitting at a table watching the going ons. Nearby her own three fair are resting and chirring on in encouragement to the hatchlings to pick. Bronze, green and brown all hum to welcome the clutch.
Auril replies to Ilesyn, "'Tis a fine attitude, for some have more desire to thank someone they can than someone they cannot." her voice is soft, though, and she's grinning. "Though I will pass it along."
Thera smiles at the little green and chuckles softly. " Oddity is beauty, here little one, I'm sure you're hungry," with that, she gently deposits a bit of wherry before the little green and nudges it toward her, rippling the sands slightly with the movements. Her eyes rest on the strangely, if not gorgeously colored hatchling and wait...hope...and wonder.
Orilee scoops meat into the mouth of the griffin beast, feeding his hunger creel. She smiles up toward Tehyzim, grinning. "Thanks!" Although she does not know the name of the man, she beams happily toward him. The blue before her is scooped up as well, and taken away from the crowd of firelizard hopefuls. "Don't want you to get trampled..."
Stained Glass Green Wyvern Hatchling offers as her first vocal appears the most upleasant, high pitch chirrup as she's dumped rather roughly into the sands. Struggling to get herself up and steady on her thin legs, she whips her head about angrily from one nonfirelizard to another. With a bit of a hiss, she slithers forwards, stalking through the many pieces of meat and gobbling each down greedily, only to move on, weaving around obstacles that seem to only unfuriate her further.
Having no familiar firelizard bodies about him, S'renn casually makes his way over beside Palia's form, stopping just at her side, hands rubbing up and down against his sides, and teeth chattering. A slight nod is sent towards Ilesyn, as well as a friendly smile at 'Zim, whom also receives a few fingered wave from the young brownrider, possibly because the rest of his hand is frozen. "Shards is this a familiar scene," He then says, attention returning upon Palia, lips parting slightly to emit a chuckle, "Don't suppose your attempting too huh?"
Ilesyn drops, purely by accident, the scraps from her spiderclaw, whilst grinning broadly to Auril, "Thank you. Much appreciated. The food seems to get quite boring, on occasion, up here during the winter. It's nice to have some variety." Gaze continues to astutely avoid the hatching itself; instead, she seems intent upon examining the expressions of those attending it, interest caught by this subject.
Thera projects calm to the aggitated 'lizard, her hand reaching out to both push a mound of sand and shell from its path, and places a lump of meat in its path. " Easy, little one, easy," she whispers as she smiles, almost wanting to reach out and caress the poor, obviously frustrated thing.
"No, I have quite enough of them," Palia nods her head to a mantle over the hearths where the three make a thumming noise enough to wake the sleeping. "S'renn sit down lo-hon," she trips over a word and then blushes. "Have some klah." She pushes her own mug across to him. "T'will warm you up in no time at all."
Stained Glass Green Wyvern Hatchling fumes with growing agitation as she continues to stomp along the group of people surrounding her. They all have that yummy food, and she snatches a few pieces before darting off again. Then she smells something different and begins to stalk in a new direction, towards the smell of spiderclaws.
Auril's quite aware of her surroundings, both in the area of the basket and around it. She watches carefully, eyes intent, and sets her baked spiderclaw wiggling once more.
Orilee takes a seat at one of the tables nearest the hearth, holding the blue in the crook of her arm, while mechanical hands shovel food into the empty stomach. She smiles toward the competition for green, but her blue keeps her eyes and mind occupied. "I'm feeding you, be patient..."
Stained Glass Green Wyvern Hatchling heads for the food left on the floor when something grabs her attention. The moving spiderclaw. It's not supposed to move! With a bit of a angry chirp, she snaps at the wriggling piece of food and seems quite pleased when she does succeed.
Thera waggles a small piece of baked fish toward the Stained Glass Green Wyvern Hatchling, right near its ruby, facetted eyes, hoping to lure the tiny beast from her new path and towards Thera. Hope and love resonate from her, should the firelizard seek pleasant empathy despite its aggitation.
Stained Glass Green Wyvern Hatchling looks deeply into Auril's eyes with utter love and trust. And overpowering hunger.
"Congratulations -- not," notes Ilesyn upon Auril's impression, her smirk crossing liberal lips with some glee. "Now, I can eat my meal in peace, I do believe," she decides, gathering up plate and mug to move to a less crowded area within the caverns. "Much the better, all round."
Thera snorts softly and rises from the table with a last peer toward the basket, she seems slightly aggitated now and turns toward the door, offering one polite smile. " Well, Rilareth calls, and I'm headed to bed. Good night everyone," with that she spins around and strides out the door toward where the gem eyes of a blue dragon are a burnished topaz.
Auril softens as she pulls the little green close and lets it finish off the spiderclaw, then sneaks her hand around to grab a few scraps of raw meat from the table, offering that to the voracious hatchling.
Thera walks off westwards to the bowl floor outside.
S'renn just can't help but chuckle at the sight of those three flits which belong to his friend, thrumming over at the mantle. "I don't need another either, though my two are back at Monaco, keeping an eye things," he says with a shrug, and settles himself down upon a nearby chair in one slow fluid motion, yet begins to shake his head, "That's all right dear Palia, I can't stick around for long this time, only enough to deliver this wine which the Paradise vinters wanted the wine steward here to test out.. They've been having me go everywhere." His eyes roll, just enough to spot the ending of the firelizard hatching, "Oh, its done already? So quick.."
Andariel finally remembers why she was here and quickly moves over to grab up her basket and scurry after Thera who promised to take her to W'lin.
Tehyzim stretches and stands up. "Well, that was great!" he turns and looks out into the bowl. "How about anyone who wants to come outside where it's pleasant? I'll play a few tunes!" he offers.
Orilee watches as the last Impresses to.. Auril! She's here? Well, apparently, and the spiderclaw smell is drawing at her sense, as well as the blue's hunger in front of her. "Eat the meat I'm giving you, little blue..." AH, but what will she name him?
Tehyzim walks toward the door. "Lakeside harpering for anyone who's interested!" he calls out.. he's back at Fort Weyr for a little while, so why not get out where it's pleasant and cool and open and play a few tunes for anyone who wishes to come?
Auril looks up, continuously feeding the small green. "That sounds lovely, but everyone take some baked spiderclaws before you go," she says, nodding in the direction of the tables, unable to use her hands to gesture.
Ilesyn's head raises to give glance towards Tehyzim, but her head shakes; her attention, now regathered to her dinner, remains in place, meat and potatoes shoveled into her mouth with less than healthy speed. "Can't. Eating." Glib, indeed.
Tehyzim slips on his jacket, picks up his guitar which he'd braced by his chair, and heads off, waving for anyone to come. "Eaters bring food.. new firelizard owners as well! maybe they'll like it!" he grins. just hopeing to get a smaller audience for the fun of it. he heads out to the lake. join him!
Tehyzim walks off westwards to the bowl floor outside.
"I wish real hatchings were that quick," Palia says quietly and then pulls her mug back, offering it out once more. "Are you sure you wouldn't like some? I'd hate for you to get.. chilly again." She turns a little pink at the thought. She glances at S'renn and quickly changes the subject. "How is the clutching at Monaco? Large?"
"No thank you Apprentice Tehyzim!" S'renn calls back after the harper, as loud as his pleasant voice will go, then with a shrug, he allows it to slip into a more.. quieter tone.. "Though I wish I could." His shoulders shrug lightly, before he emits a light chuckle, face becoming a definite shade of red as he graciously accepts the mug the second time it is offered, "No, Wouldn't like to get that cold again at all..." He only takes a short sip from the warm liquid, before placing it back down before Palia, lips beginning to perk up in a light smile, "Oh it wasn't too bad actually, twenty five eggs. A nicely sized clutched, not too large, and not too small.."
Orilee cradles her small bundle in the corner of her arm, rises from the table, and heads over toward the smell of spiderclaw. "How delicious!" Reaching the table causes a burst of creeling from the baby, and a hand falls down toward its mouth to silence the sound. "Shh... we're getting some..." Settling down at a seat, she lets the blue settle itself upon her lap as spiderclaw is grasped and brought over. A piece goes to her mouth, and the greedy one 'neath her jumps up to take another from her hand. "Hey... " Oh well, let him eat...
Ilesyn raises her head from her meal, the plate more or less empty, a snort sent cross-room as those with firelizards are spied, and eyerolled towards. "Waste of time, if ever there was one," is her plaintative comment, although she manages to restrain her voice, and attend to drinking her klah instead.
"That's a nice clutch," Palia nods. "Have you and Onareth collected any candidates? Keirath found seven at Fort Weyr's last clutching." She flicks back a curl strand that escapes from the knot she wears in her long hair. "I was quite proud of him... of course he was too." She grins, dark green eyes gleaming.
Auril scoops up the slowly-becoming-sedate green in one arm and makes her way toward Ilesyn. "Mindhealer, hm?" she says, brow raising. "Despite your opinion on these little ones," she says with a glance to the green, "I'm going to ask if I can sit with you?"
"Mindhealer," agrees Ilesyn, waving a hand to indicate that the seat beside her, and indeed, most of those around her, are quite empty. "I think I'll be able to put up being in close company with your green, for the moment, as I have no objection to you sitting with me."
"Now I would have to disagree with you ma'am," S'renn says as his attention turns in Ilesyn's direction, his lips still perked up slightly in a grin, "They're great for messages and the like, also, my two have been known to sing when there is a pipe played nearby," His shoulders then shrug slightly, his jaded-silver eyes dancing with silent laughter, "But then again, I am a little biased." Quickly, the young brownrider's attention returns to his bluerider friend, and his arms begin to fold up over his chest as he leans back in his chair, "Hmm.. Not many, only three so far, but he is quite proud of himself over it," a gentle chuckle slips from his throat, "I can see why you were proud of Keirath..."
The blue in Ori's hands finally decide's its belly must be full, as the small eyes blink slowly, leaving the new world behind to peaceful slumber. "Aww... so cute..." Lee coos over the tiny blue, as names are conjured up in her head.
Matiaal ambles in from the easternmost lower caverns.
Auril takes the offered seat and perches her green on the table, automatically feeding it bits of meat. "Well thankyou ever so much," she replies with a light note.
Ilesyn's brow perks up at S'renn's comment, although she notes, "Ilesyn, if you please, rather than 'ma'am'. I've no use for singing, myself, and messages are just as easily run on legs, or sent the long way round. At least for someone in my situation, I see no need. Furthermore," her eyes glint, "The problems they leave behind are far worse than what they do." She tilts her head into a nod in response to Auril, "Not a problem, of course."
"And I'm sure Onareth will collect twice as many just to prove himself," Palia grins. "Not wholly unlike his rider and becoming weyrsinger," is said underbreath before she asks, "S'renn when would be a good time to start those pipe lessons?" Inquiring of something of a promise of sorts.
Matiaal come sauntering out of the entrance from the Resident Caverns, whistling lightly as two full-grown firelizards perch on his shoulders, crooning at others and bobbing their heads at people they know. Trailing behind Matiaal is an Journeyman Woodsmith with a nasty look on his face, scowling at his charge. Mati ignores him and strolls to the serving table with a grin to fix himself a plate and drink.
S'renn leans up forward, closer to the table, head shaking slightly, "Now Palia, that's probably not going to happen, in either way, and you know that," he says, not without kindness though, and a teasing sort of grin, before he places the wine-skin upon the table before him, and sets his chin upon his palms, "Well, not right now of course, and sorry if you were looking forward to it... How about tomorrow?" At Ilesyn's comment, S'renn leans back once more against his chair, head turning slightly to glance at the mindhealer, "Well, since I know your name, I'll let you know mine. I'm S'renn, rider of brown Onareth," he points out with a slow nod of his head, then turns about in his chair, slightly, "Well, some people like them, some people don't... Right Auril, Orilee? Looks like the two of you Impressed one each of your own."
"Tomorrow would be good. You've got time? During the day?" Palia takes a sip of her klah, green eyes sparkling in S'renn's direction with the dew of morning grass in their green depths. "Or at..evening?" She lets her gaze skip from S'renn towards the bowl. "Prysm is outside.." commented softly.
Auril pats the little green as it falls into sleep and looks amusedly up towards S'renn. "Apparently." she says. "But to each his own opinion." with a nod to Ilesyn.
"Well met," Ilesyn is quick to confer upon S'renn, smiling. "And welcome, properly, to Fort." She nods her head firmly, "I'll try and avoid putting my opinion over yours, indeed."
Orilee jumps, surprised, as the voice of S'renn enters her ears. She swivles about, looking over toward him. "S'renn! When did you get here?" The blue upon her lap is scritched, although its sleep does not cease. She cuddles it up a bit closer in order to cross her legs, and once that feat is performed, a smile is given to him and those he sits with. "Yes.. and ain't he just the cutest... I have yet to name him."
Matiaal finishes making himself a plate of meatroll and fruit. A drink of redfruit juice is carried in his free hand. Still whistling, the apprentice crafter turns around and spots Ilesyn with the others. Immediately, he strolls up to them, "Mind if I sit?" is asked to the table, giving each a examining glance. The Journeyman behind him snorts and takes a seat at a table far far away, ignoring his charge.
"I slipped in while you weren't watching," S'renn mentions at Orilee with a gentle chuckle, one corner of his lips pulled upwards in a sly grin, "I have to keep on eye on you y'know, but relax, I don't bite, and thank you Ilesyn.. for the proper greeting that is," The young brownrider just can't help but let a yawn slip out from his lips, gloved hands coming up to rub at his eyes before responding to Palia in a suddenly weary voice, "Hmm.. Afternoon would be good actually... But yes.. I know shes out there, Onareth told me, but why is she just standing there?" Then, an eyebrow arches upon the young brownrider's face, as his attention falls off elsewhere, probably not in the same room, though he stares off towards the bowl exit from the caverns. "Hmm? Whats the matter Onareth?" arms then cross up over his chest, "And that means.. what?.." Obviously, he isn't even talking to anyone in the room.
"Sit," agrees Ilesyn, nodding absently to Matiaal; "It's a free table, no rules saying you can't." Her nod is tilted in response to S'renn, with idle interest, as she pushes her plate away. His odd, talking-to-walls act is given a brief glance, and then she turns away; it's safer.
Prysm ambles in from the northeastern bowl outside.
Orilee grins, eyeing Ilesyn's turn from the wall-talking S'renn. Strange, she's used to that now... after working in the Weyr, she's had her experiences--when riders completely fall into a conversation with a door, or a drawing on the wall. Sometime's it's the floor beneath them... Chuckling, she nibbles on the last of the spiderclaw, its final bite without that of a hungry flit jumping for it. She glances up toward Matiaal, smiling, and scooting her chair down a bit to leave room for him and his foodstuffs.
Auril doesn't bat an eyelash at S'renn's behavior, and asks Ilesyn, "how long have you been studying mindhealing?"
Prysm comes in, showing anger and frusteration without quite 'stomping'. She reaches just barely the first table, on her way to the klah, when she pauses, stock-still, eyes unfocusing. She rolls her eyes, shoulers relaxing, and lets out a low groan, shaking her head. She makes as if to return back outside, but changes her mind, turning back, instead to the beverage table. She pours herself a mug of klah, taking a small sip before dark blue eyes take in her surroundings, and the people within. She nods to several people, but makes her way to Palia, and by the time she gets there, her mug is lowered, and she's smiling, brushing the back of her hand against her lips, to remove an invisible klah stain. "Hey Pali."
Matiaal nods and takes a seat at the table beside Orilee, placing his food and juice gently on the table. The apprentice starts to munch on a meatroll, eyes shifting from one to another as one free hand idly strokes the green Pride on his shoulder, leaning back on the chair. He interrupts his whistling for a moment to peer at Prysm stomping around, blinking as she comes to their table.
Ilesyn glances at Auril, her posture straightening at such a question; just the kind she likes. "I've been a healer since I was fourteen, mindhealer since I was fifteen -- I'm twenty, now. It's an absolutely fascinating subject, to say the least. Positively more than worthwhile."
Auril grins, "unlike firelizards, eh?" She then stands, stretching. Gathering the sleeping green, she makes her excuses. "I'm going to call on one of your good riders to convey me back to the warmth of Monaco. It was nice meeting you." she says, and then calls to the room, "G'night all!"
"Prysm!" Palia waves her friend over, grinning. "Come over here.. look who's here," she points at S'renn. "Do you remember him? This is L'tral's younger brother," Palia explains, "S'renn.. his dragon is Onareth outside in the bowl where Keirath is."
Auril walks off westwards to the bowl floor outside.
Orilee is silent for the moment, sleeping blue on her lap leaving her content to sit and listen to the conversations around the table. Auril's question had also sparked interest from Lee, and smiling, she tilts her head up toward Ilesyn. No words though, just ears open and mouth shut. As is Matiaal's idle hand upon his green, Lee's keeps a constant stroke upon her blue firelizard... yet she really ought to name him... A crinkled hand waves toward Auril as the girl leaves.
The sound of the legs of S'renn's chair scraping against the stone floor below him, echoes throughout the living caverns as he pulls himself away from the table, arms quickly folding against his chest once more after their use at assisting at pulling him up to his feet. "So why didn't you say so in the first place?" Ahh, this time hes talking to the klah bubbling within its pots, Hes not insane, just a rider, and a rider whom is concentrating on only just one thing, "And just who are you talking about?... Well just point me to them, right, left.. where?.." Theres no luck that he is paying any attention to Prysm or Palia, even more so as his legs begin to put him in motion, heading for the small grouping nearby, his expression thoughtful.
Matiaal lifts a brow at Auril's question, blinking at her. He gives Ilesyn a critical gaze, "Got something against firelizards?" asks the apprentice as he pauses the stroking of his green's head for the answer.
Ilesyn raises a hand after Auril, although she misses catching the other woman's eye, her attention flickering back to Matiaal. "Yes," she agrees, "They're very bad for emotional stability and mental health."
Prysm eyes the young man sitting beside Palia and cracks a grin. "Fort's duties..." But he doesn't seem to be paying very much attention, and so she rolls her eyes, and leans in towards her friend. "Not a very good attention span," she side-comments, eyes twinkling with teasing. She saw how close those dragons were. Even if they're just friends. At mention of L'tral, the greenrider frowns and squints after the form of S'renn. "Hmm. Lute didn't mention he had a brother..." Ilesyn's words reach her ears and she turns to grin at the woman. "We've read some hides on that." We being her and that knowledge-thirsty, test-thwarting green outside. Then again, what -haven't- they read about? Ugh. "What's he doing?" She's talking to Palia once more. "Hey..." She calls to S'renn, "You know you're not allowed to steal our potential Candidates, right?" Again, good humour seeps into her words.
Orilee cocks her head to the side, a bit of concern is directed S'renn's way as it seems--at least to Ori--the poor brownrider is walking aimlessly about the room. Giggling, she shakes her head, and looks toward Ilesyn, speaking her first words to the girl. "How so?" Eyes widen, eyebrows rise.
Matiaal resumes his stroking of his green, finishing his meatroll. "Interesting. And how are they bad for the emotional stability and mental health?" he quizzes with a brow. But he gives Prysm's words to S'renn a grin, soon turning back to Ilesyn. A nod is given to Orilee.
S'renn's wandering, eventually brings him directly behind a certain mind-healer, Ilesyn, where his once glazed over eyes, come back into focus, causing him to blink several times, before clearing his throat, his head tilting slightly downward so that those same eyes fall down upon the healer, though a grin is shot back at Prysm and Palia for just a moment. "Excuse me, Ilesyn was it? I believe my dragon would like to see you outside..."
"I'm not sure what he's doing," Palia eyes S'renn with something akin to an admonishing look that changes into skeptical curiosity at what he is possibly doing. She shrugs her shoulders slightly and then smiles at Prysm. "Have you seen L'tral lately?" She's grinning at her best friend.
Ilesyn's expression goes serious, as she explains, "It's a dependence thing. It's very bad, to be so attached to something as innane as a firelizard. I've read hides about it, and I've seen it with my own eyes. That's what Southerners are so very odd; they have more access to firelizards." Prysm's comment earns a nod of her head, a grin in return, "It's all very fascinating, isn't it?" Her head turns, upon S'renn's words, expression turning confused--eyebrows raised. "Dear Faranth, I hope you're not about to say what I think you're about to say. As you wish." She stands, smoothing down her clothes.
Matiaal snorts softly at Ilesyn, "Very well." However, that answer didn't make him too happy from the expression on his face, but that quickly disappears as he hums softly at S'renn and Ilesyn. "Good luck, mindhealer." he tells her. Then he turns to Orilee with a grin. "Hello there. What's your name? I haven't seen you around before, I don't think."
You amble westwards to the bowl floor outside.
FTW LC>>"Actually, he wishes it, and he can be the most persistent brown at times," S'renn says with a rolling of his eyes, grin beginning to fade away into a much more serious type of expression, rare for this type of rider. Shrugging he begins to make his way out to the northeast bowl, yet not without a quick glance at Palia and Prysm.
S'renn ambles in from the bright and cheerful living cavern.
"You're going to regret this," Ilesyn informs S'renn, as she moves outside, digging her hands into her pockets, "As are you," she adds, towards the various dragons about, unable to discern which is the one she's in trouble with. "Because I swear I'm not the one you're after."
FTW LC>>Orilee smiles broadly, sitting back in her chair. She shakes her head in humor as Ilesyn is spoken to by S'renn--and Onareth it seems. She turns toward Matiaal after being spoken to. "Why, hello. My name's Orilee." Grin. "And I've not been around here before, actually. I'm from Monaco Weyr." Leaning in, so as not to let Ilesyn hear-for fear of what she may think-, Lee adds in, "I'm here delivering messages as a Candidate dash slave." Snickering, hazels are rolled, and she inquires of him yet the same he had of her. "What's your name?"
FTW LC>>Prysm chuckles and shakes her head, leaning an arm against Palia's chair, watching the goings-on around her, but especially the mind-healer/Monaco rider thing. "You'd think that there would be en---uh?" Palia's question earns the bluerider a startled, slightly flush faced look. Greenrider quickly shakes her head and, not quite answering, moves along, to... watch what happens outside. Yes. Arms crossed, to boot.
Once outside of the warmer Living Caverns, S'renn's legs bring himself up beside his dragon, whom was settled directly beside the entrance to the cavern. An eyebrow arches slightly at the young woman's comment, yet he keeps a serious face, his head beginning to shake slowly, "You are not in trouble Ilesyn... Yet, are you aware that there is a clutch upon Monaco's sands?"
Ilesyn's eyes roll, as she comments, "Depends on your definition of trouble. I've seen this happen before, and I know what you're after. Yes, know that there is a clutch, but no--I'm not going to stand, unless you can give me a really good reason to do so." She shifts hands from pockets to cross them, and her arms, at her middle.
FTW LC>>"Prysm .... come by my weyr later. Keirath has something he wants to show Althiath," Palia says softly. "Just come by anytime later.. we'll be home." She nods to her best friend and stands to her feet. "I have to go deliver something to someone."
FTW LC>>Matiaal nods with a smile. "Well, welcome to Fort." He leans over to Orilee, listening to her. A soft chuckle and grin as he leans back on his chair, sapphire eyes sparkling. "Yes... It's rather fun being a Candidate isn't it?" He speaks from experience. Soon, however, his blue is bothering him for attention, Matiaal sighs as he stops eating so he can give both firelizards a stroking hand. "My name? Matiaal. Apprentice Woodcrafter at Fort Weyr... And those two are green Pride and blue Skyle." Nod.
S'renn's eyebrows furrow together slightly, yet he remains there beside Onareth, whim has taken it into his head to lower his muzzle slightly from the height he had held it at, and begin to wuffle about the air near Ilesyn. "Hmm, its too bad that you wish not to stand. Y'see, Dragons know who would be good to stand for a clutch or not, and most, don't like it very much when their offer is refused, especially Onareth, being such a sensitive brown as it is," His shoulders then roll slightly in a shrug, hand patting at the brown's neck lightly, "Yet if you don't wish to stand, its not my duty to force you."
Ilesyn hesitates; "It would probably mentally disturb him, if I said no, right?" She's the Mindhealer, she should know. "At least until he forgot. But it'd still be there...subconsciously, and all that." She's thinking this out aloud, hesitating, although not convinced. "Are there a lot of weird people, down at Moncao?" The whuffling is given a hesitant glance of its own, her head shifting back slightly.
FTW LC>>Orilee scritches the blue in her lap, but not as before, and he raises from his nap. "Well met Matiaal, this is my new blue, just Impressed tonight. I've not a name for him yet, even, as I just haven't been inspired into one." Adoring glances are given Pride and Skyle, and a smile curls about her face as Skyle demands Matiaal's attention. "Must be hard having two, with only two hands to scritch. I pity the one with 3. Certainly must grow another arm for that." Chuckle. "So, you've been a Candidate before? Where?"
FTW LC>>Matiaal nods. "Yes, well met, Orilee of Monaco. Oh? Just Impressed?" Grin. "You'll have a hard time feeding him the first sevenday. Believe me, I know." A wink as he indicates his firelizards. "No name? Poor thing, he needs a name." But as she changes the subject, he blinks and whistles. "Yes. Here. I still remember the day. It'd only been a few sevendays after I'd finally become a resident of Fort, giving up my former Holdless life." Sigh. "Sure do wish I had Impressed." Shrug.
S'renn slowly begins to nod his head, expression quite serious as it had been, while Onareth continues to wuffle, snort, and snuff, investigating this 'mind-healer' by scent. "Like I said, Onareth is quite a sensitive dragon, and even if he can't remember things, he could always pick it up from my mind if he wanted to," A glance is shot up at the young brown, though its the comment about weird people which brings a slight smile upon his lips, "Well, Auril you met, and Orilee in there are both from Monaco, But no, I'd say that there isn't very many 'weird' people down at Monaco, but then again, I may be biased."
Ilesyn takes a deep breath, apparently loathe to hurt the feelings of the brown -- although it might just be that she's edgy of him, wuffling, snuffing and snorting over her. She gives a sigh, then nods, "I'll come. For the sake of research, if anything; I don't believe I'm Impression material, but perhaps--I always was interested in Mindhealing candidates." Deep sigh. She did it.
S'renn makes a successful attempt at hiding that grin which forms upon his face, having tried so hard to remain serious during the entire thing, yet its not over yet. "Then allow me to ask you, Ilesyn, would stand for Rievoth's and Rugarth's clutch which lies upon the Monaco Hatching sands?"
FTW LC>>Orilee would reach her hand out to pat the poor boy's back, if she knew him better. "Really? I was actually a stablehand at Monaco for over a month, and before that, traveled about in a trade wagon." Blue stretches multi-colored wings, pawwing at Lee's lap before curling up and settling back down in his sleeping position. "Although, I'm one of the first ones Searched, and it's been rather lonely. If Ilesyn is Searched--as it seems she will be--I'll have another to talk to, work with, all that." Smile.
"Yes, yes, get it over with -- I said yes," retorts Ilesyn, nodding her head. "Shall I go and get my things, and meet you back here shortly? Goodness knows that I don't have much, but I'll have to cancel my clients until further notice, unless they're willing to come down to Monaco...You don't think they'll let me keep Mindhealing, do you?"
FTW LC>>Matiaal nods at Orilee, allowing him to be patted on the back with a mock sad expression. "Stablehand? Do you like runners?" asks the crafter as he hears the word. Then he nods at the rest of her words, "Yes, yes, I hope Ilesyn is searched, it'll teach her a thing or two." Shrug. "Always good to learn." Bright smile.
"Oh I don't see why not, though you will have to fit it around you're chores," S'renn points out with a slow nod of his head, hand slowly rubbing against Onareth's hide, which now that the Brown has heard what he wanted to hear, he settles back upon his haunches, watching quietly. "But yes, and be sure to tell the headwoman that you have been searched, and be back here as soon as you can."
Ilesyn's eyes roll. "Chores! Faranth, I hadn't even thought that far. All right, I'll be back shortly. Headwoman, Weyrhealer, patients--it shouldn't take more than a moment or two." She winks, disappearing back into the caverns, away for several minutes. At long last, she reappears, carrying a small sack of what are obviously personal items. "They're devestated. I knew they would be."
In the short time that Ilesyn had been gone, S'renn had not gone anywhere other than leaning up slightly against his dragons stomach, yet when she reappears, he settles himself straight, and begins to laugh. "Oh its only a quick hop *between* down to Monaco, and the heat would probably be better for your patients," yet hes a rider, what would he know? "Here, hand me you're stuff, and I'll attach it to Onareth's straps, unless you want to hold onto it for the entire flight," He offers, arms outstretched.
FTW LC>>Orilee nods. "Yes, I love runners. I chose my job on that whim, and still enjoy them. Although, I can not profess to their cleanliness, as it is a very messy job." She slight-sticks her tongue out of her mouth, expressing distaste. "Besides that, they're wonderful beasts." Chuckling at Matiaal's last comment, she chirps in, "Seems she more than needs to learn, as her downlook on just about everything can put one in a most depressing mood. I'd think she'd realize that, being a Mindhealer that she is."
Ilesyn nods with something almost resembling cheerfulness. "I don't think they'll mind much. I *am* the best mindhealer around." She's also one of the only ones, but no one is mentioning that. She extends her own arm, allowing S'renn to take her sack, noting, "There isn't much, there. Nothing heavy, at any rate."
FTW LC>>Matiaal nods. "Yes, good. I have a runner myself, her name is Morning Star. Beautiful thing it is. She was given to me by someone..." He gives the journeyrank man a glance, checking, then turns back to Orilee.
FTW LC>>Matiaal nods. "Yes, good. I have a runner myself, her name is Morning Star. Beautiful thing it is. She was given to me by someone..." He gives the journeyrank man a glance, checking, then turns back to Orilee. "well, that's true. Ilesyn's put me in a depressed mood a few times before. It would be good for her own good if she learned some humility if she does get Searched." Grin.
"Really? Well you won't find very many people with mind problems at Monaco," S'renn mentions as he takes the sack, only to climb up to Onareth's foreleg, and attach it to one of the higher rings on the straps. From there, he completes the climb up to his dragons neck, and extends an arm, along with Onareth's extended foreleg, out to the mind-healer, in order to assist her up if she needs it.
Ilesyn follows -- using the arm as best she can, as she slings herself up. She's not so experienced at this, one might divine. "No? That's a shame. I think most people can use a Mindhealer, from time to time."
You have mounted Onareth and settled down between two neckridges. Behind you are his two large wings that will easily carry him into flight while in front of you is his broad neck and triangular head.
S'renn emits a low chuckle as he settles down in a more comfortable position between a couple of Onareth's neckspines, and turns his head back slightly, "Hold on, we'll be at Monaco in just a couple of minutes."
Ilesyn tilts her head into a nod, as she straps herself in; this at least, she manages without a problem. "Sure thing." If she wants to be there. Does she?
From outside Onareth, Onareth settles himself back upon his forelegs after receiving the command to take off into the air, and gives little much else warning before those same powerful legs launch himself, and his cargo, off into the air, hazel wings quickly pushing down through the air at just the appropriate time, and causing the trio to rise higher within the chilled atmosphere.
FTW LC>>Orilee eyes the snoring bundle in her lap, Lee herself letting out a tiny yawn. "I agree... Well, I've more than spread out my time as messanger. I've really got to get going back to Monaco, before the dragons panick that I'm not there." Scooting her chair from its spot, the blue is heaved up into an arm, and she stands. "It was certainly nice meeting you, Matiaal. Hopefully I'll see you again some day." Smiling toward him, she turns on her foot, walking out toward a rather large blue out in the bowl. "I think he's waiting for me.. shards... hopefully I'm not in trouble..." A wave is thrown back, as she starts a jog out toward the dragon. "Bye!"
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Ilesyn's expression is impassive, as she imperiously glances down, about the -- warm -- landscape. "It certainly is very different from Fort," she muses, mostly to herself, as she hesitates. "I've never been here, before," is her confiding note, towards S'renn. "I'm going to get lost.--But thank you, to both of you, for getting me this far." Sort of.
From outside Onareth, Onareth wastes no time in taking himself and those upon his back down closer to the ground after he emerges from *between* yet as they come dangerously close, he begins to backwing, slowing their descent, at least until his darkened talons touch the ground, and he settles himself down there, awaiting the pair upon his neck to dismount
"Well, if you're lost, just call out," S'renn says while gloved hands undo the buckles attached to himself and his passenger, "And you're welcome, though I was worried for a second that you wouldn't accept." A gentle chuckle slips out from his lips as he holds out a hand again, offering to assist in Ilesyn's dismount.
You climb down to the ground.
S'renn climbs down from Onareth's neck.
Ilesyn steps down with more ease than her mounting, admitting, "I certainly didn't intend to accept you; I'm not really what I'd call candidate material, let alone rider -- and I'm still not sure if you're just doing this to spite me, because of my firelizard views. But," she hesitates, then admits, "This might be exactly what I need, for my Journeyman project."
S'renn continues to chuckle while he slips off of the young brown's neck. "Naw, I'm not like that, Onareth seriously did sense that you would make a good rider, even if you don't believe so," he says as he first tugs the gloves, which have now become too warm, then unbuckles the sack from Onareth's straps, and from there he offers the sack back to the mindhealer, "Now if you'll just follow me, I'll show you to you're home for the next few months."
You amble southeastwards to the pair of smaller buildings that make up the candidate barracks.
Ilesyn, her sack hoisted over her shoulder, follows S'renn into the women's barracks, hesitating by the doorway. "So I get to live here, huh?" She's unconvinced, although she manages a rueful smile. "I'll take your word on that much, S'renn, although I still have my doubts. At least it will let me research."
A strange sound greets ears which enter, a high warbling intertwined with a small lullaby. Ori, dressed in her night clothes, as flailing legs kick off her cot, sports a blue firelizard beside her. Both are in some sort of trance of song, but the entrance of Ilesyn curtly haults the music, a small chirp emitting from the firelizard's mouth, and a smile from the lips of the girl. "Why, hello again."
S'renn pushes past the barracks door, only to be greeted by a little brown lizard, which makes itself comfortable upon his shoulder, head nuzzling against his cheek. Chuckling, The young rider begins to shake his head, "I won't ask what kind of research, but anyway, pick any unoccupied cot that you'd like.. and make yourself comfortable, just not too comfortable or you'll fall asleep during my lecture."
"Same to you," greets Ilesyn of the other candidate, as she shucks her sack off onto a random cot. Unaware of the conversation made between Orilee and Matiaal in her absense, the newest of Monaco's candidates adds, "I guess we'll be getting to know each other, now, huh?" She tilts her head back towards S'renn, smiling. "Oh, I'm going to assess candidates, and find out what makes them candidates, and what makes them best impressionable." A classic work, of course.
Orilee leans forward a bit, smiling at S'renn, before swinging bare feet up on her cot. "I suppose so... " Blue firelizard- now entitled Chanteur, snuggles up beside her. "Little affectionate thing, are we.." And head turns up once more toward Ilesyn. "Really? Now, that'd be an interesting... The minds of us Candidates. And you as well, you mustn't forget yourself." Chuckling, she pulls down the covers of her cot, inserting feet, and resting head upon pillow. "Now, if you don't mind me... I think I'll try to sleep while you two discuss Mindhealing." Smile.
"That's...err.. interesting... Well seeing that along with Auril, I am the Candidate Coordinator for you gals, yeah I suppose that you'll be getting to know me quite a bit," S'renn says with yet another one of his chuckles, before he nods his head slightly at Orilee, grinning, "Fancy seeing you here so quickly.. Well, anyway, lets get down to business...." The grin that had made itself known upon the lad's face begins to fade as he settles back on a nearby chair that he had pulled up, and sits backwards upon it, facing Ilesyn, "First of all, As a Candidate, you will not be allowed to leave the Weyr, you may only leave with a rider escort. No alcohol, no sex, no relationships," The joys of being blunt, yet he manages to grin throughout the entire thing, "Any questions?"
Ilesyn raises her eyebrows in Orilee's direction, curious, although as the girl calls sleep, her attention is turned away. She sinks, gracelessly, onto her newfound cot, nodding. "Oh, right. Auril. I met her, today. I guess I'll really get to know you, then. No leaving, no alcohol, no sex, no relationships. Doesn't sound so very much different from life at the moment, no offense, but I'll accept that calmly. Sure, no questions."
S'renn slowly nods his head as he brings himself up off of the chair he had settled down just a moment before, "Then I'll leave to getting settled in," he says as his grin remains, and as he begins to turn about to face to door, yet he hesitates, and turns back towards the newest of Candidates, "I almost forgot, This," he points at the brown firelizard upon his shoulder, nuzzling its head against his cheek constantly, "Is Starset, he'll be watching over the barracks when I can't be around, my only request is that you don't throw things at him, he'll find a way to throw them right back."
Posted by Louise at January 29, 2003 01:51 AM