Threadfall MUSH Characters

October 21, 2002
R'hyn admits his fears that Arisvath will catch Niaryth on her senior flight to Serriena; meanwhile, Arisvath and Niaryth are cute.

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You head through the narrow tunnel and into the bustling living caverns.

Arisvath> Orinth is fine with that, as long as he can sleep. He smells just as good sleeping as he does awake, anyway. His eyelid droops shut again.

Arisvath> Y'lan heads over from the ground weyrs.

Arisvath> Y'lan comes out from the ground weyrs, his hair mussed and his shirt untucked. "What are you being all grumpy about, now?" he demands.

Stripping off his riding jacket, R'hyn spreads a small cloud of dust behind him, sneezing as it gets too close to his nose, and tickles his nasal passages. The bronzerider searches himself out a mug of klah, and two broken cookies, tossing the jacket over one arm as he turns back to find himself a seat.

Serriena is having breakfast (pay no attention to the time). She's got night sweeps apparently this night and she looks fresh from physical training a bit of pink still hanging about from sweating and then taking a shower immediately after. On her plate is a fine meal for breakfast, but rather large platter. "R'hyn," she spies the bronzerider coming in and waves him over to her table, never pausing from using her fork to do so. In fact the fork is what is waved at him.

Arisvath> Y'lan heaves a sigh. "Is that all? You had to wake me up for that?" He gives both Orinth and Niaryth a baleful look as he stumps off into the lower caverns.

Y'lan comes in through the narrow tunnel from the bowl.

R'hyn may be a good distance from the fork, but he ducks all the same, pink flushing upon his cheeks as he notes, "You should be careful with that thing. Could put a guy's eyes out." Her invitation is, however, accepted, and he settles in to an empty seat across the table, his cookies spread out solemnly in front of him.

Y'lan comes stomping in, his hair mussed and his shirt untucked. He looks decidedly grumpy, and doesn't do more than grunt in greeting to some rider he passes on the way to the klah and food.

Arisvath> Niaryth looks over at Y'lan as the sun is nearly dead on the horizon. She watches him stalk in but turns to more important things. Such as bronze watching. She sniffs at Orinth again before turning her nose towards Arisvath and sniffing at him.

Arisvath> Arisvath drawls a light warble towards Niaryth in greeting, a similar - though perhaps less warm - greeting made towards the other bronze, as he settles himself down upon the ground, dust settling atop of him in turn.

"I'm starving..and I don't think this fork could do more than scratch something." Serriena points out practically. "It's not easy getting up at this hour you know. Llilian used to lead the PT, but now I have to be a good role model and actually work at the exercises." She forks another bite of egg into her mouth eating rather hungrily.

Arisvath> Niaryth returns Arisvath's greeting, a warm lavender look in her multi-hued eyes. She seems to approve of both male scents, neither displeasing to her nose and temperament. But rarely any are with the exception of a certain acting weyrleading green.

R'hyn misses Y'lan's entrance; still flushing, he's listening intently to Serriena's every word. "Oh," he says, intelligently. "Oh, I see. Yes. I can imagine. Uhm," he pauses, crams a piece of cookie into his mouth, and then, once he's finished chewing, continues, "How is Llilian? Is she, you know, getting better?"

Arisvath> Orinth grunts not very charmingly, and continues to at least give the impression of sleeping.

Arisvath> Arisvath shuffles his wings, outstretches his tail, and sets his head upon his forelimbs, huffing.

A heaving sigh comes from Serriena, "Her back is a real piece of work." She glances over and then waves, "Assistant Weyrlingmaster..." her voice trails off noting Y'lan's disheveled appearance. "What happened to you?"

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth enters your mind, soothing in her thoughts. <>

Y'lan sloshes some klah into a mug, then picks up a piece of bread. He bites into it and it crunches. Muttering something about its being too stale, he absently puts it back on the platter and takes a cookie instead. When Serriena calls to him, he whirls around, startled. "Uh? Huh. Oh. I was sleeping," he grouses. "And Orinth woke me up complaining about," pause, "some stuff."

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath extends a soft tendril of greenish-bronze to smooth against your own. <>

"Dragons are, uh, good for that!" R'hyn's words are quiet, but more or less audible, and he doesn't blush at saying them; at least he's grown out of that much. Folding his hands upon the table, just in front of his broken cookies, and mug, he adds, to Serriena, "Oh. I'm sorry. I'm sure she'll get better, soon."

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth seems to sympathize wrapping a warm thought around your own like a wing draped over the body. <> Niaryth's mental image of night sweeps is impressive, the Rukbat moons shining overhead in points. The glory of a million tiny points of lights as the stars overhead also seem to reflect even more magnificent in her mind, as if they could be reached out and touched.

"What was he complaining about?" Serriena's curious. She slices a bit of pork from the meat on her plate and bites into it. She glances at R'hyn, "Not soon enough, but she will not be lost to us and for that I am grateful."

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath is apparently entranced by this image - pure wonder escalates throughout his thoughts, as he embraces the night, wrapping it about himself like your warm thought, like a cloak or a wing. << A long night, but it is beautiful, is it not? It promotes wonder - and one cannot help but have faith, in the face of such beauty. >>

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth seems encouraged by your own faith in the night. <> A regret she has because she likes beautiful things. <> And then there's the morning sun pictured in your mind. The sky itself is dark in the west, but with a purplish tinge to the east. The only light from the sky is a crescent moon shape that has not yet gone to sleep.

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath's touch is soft, drawled and smooth. << Ah, but what good would it be, locked up within your weyr? Beauty - ah, it should be shared, so that all may know the great wonder of it. >> Against the image created by your thoughts, he superimposes himself - wings turned to gold by the pre-dawn, swooping through the skies. <>

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth likes your thoughts, curling up to them. <> The gold seems to like this thought. <> And there is the hint of promise to stay awake to see it with you.

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath's answer is evident within his touch - his mind radiates the answer: yes, of course. <> he says, more controlled - though ripples of burnished sunlight touch at his voice, smoothing over the warm-blanket of his mind.

Serriena suddenly glances out in the bowl. Her fork dangling from her mouth, she groans at something and then says, "I'm almost done." She slices up more meat. Looking over at R'hyn she asks, "Is it just me or.." Then she shakes her head and says, "Nevermind."

Y'lan just shrugs. "He's always got something," he says vaguely, and stuffs most of the cookie into his mouth, to escape saying more. He hunts the table over for sweetener and dumps more than should be allowed into his klah, stirring it around with a spoon.

R'hyn's brows raise at Serriena's abortive question, and he shakes his head, evidently not grasping her meaning. Y'lan's vague response is met with a shrug. "As do many of them, in my experience. One gets used to it - mostly." His gaze falls towards the bowl, lips pursing.

Arisvath> Niaryth is looking at Arisvath intently but her gaze swings over to Orinth and she rumbles at him, lavender eyes changing to a laughing, gay blue color.

"The only complaints I receive from Niaryth are usually about me," Serriena says forking more bites into her mouth. "Serri you're not writing those thank you notes to Igen. Serri don't forget you have to find that barrel of fish that Marcath asked us about...shouldn't the fishermen be coming to Ista Hold's docks? You can lug a barrel to me and I'll fly it back.. don't forget the tapestry we commissi--" Serriena breaks off and then says, "Utterly ridiculous complaints."

Y'lan snickers. "She cares about thank you notes? Maybe it is a female thing," he speculates. To R'hyn, he avers, "I think Orinth is the grumpiest dragon ever. He complains more than, like, anyone."

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth is pleased by your acceptance. <> She's been well met to know you as she has.

R'hyn's eyes widen. "I am once again many times glad that Arisvath is not like that - his concern is more in my having faith, or being more confident. His 'I must be a charismatic leader' bit does get old." Glancing between the two, he opens his mouth as if to say something more, then shuts it with a snap, grasping for cookies. It wouldn't do to say too much, after all.

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath's pleasure at this is not invisble; his thanks - and his echoance of the words - clearly obvious. << My thanks, Niaryth. It is my belief that I was destined to be here, and I would not be elsewhere. >>

Serriena glances sharply at R'hyn as he talks of being a charismatic leader. "Perhaps Arisvath is... having more faith?" She looks to Y'lan and says, "It is not a female thing. Niaryth is very concerned with common courtesy. She believes in politeness and doing things for others just to make them happy." She glances down at her plate. "Sometimes I wish all could think like that."

Y'lan makes a face. "I think that would be even more annoying than him complaining all the time," he tells R'hyn. To each his own. "Anyway, I'm going to go back to my weyr and try to go back to sleep. See you later I guess."

"Arisvath needs no more faith than he has," R'hyn says, quickly. "It-- is," he agrees, to Y'lan. "But, you know, it's kind of part of him. Wouldn't have it any other way. Uh, good night." Serriena's last statement draws a lift of his brow - he's curious, though he makes no verbal query.

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth seems amused and yet intrigued by that thought. <> She mulls that thought over. <> There's a heavy question behind that and it seems to carry weight to what your answer may be.

Y'lan disappears through the narrow tunnel to the bowl.

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath's not quite worked that part out yet - <>

Glancing at R'hyn, Serriena smiles and says, "I suppose that can't be. Not everyone is happy or kind." As they both found out when Niaryth and Arisvath came together and clutched on Ista's sands. "But Niaryth gives me hope that maybe we can do something to change Pern and find a way to make it safe for everyone all the time."

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth seems slightly disappointed by that answer but agrees with her thoughts. <> Three faces, each the same form a picture.

R'hyn's head is shaken, solemnly. "I suppose not," he agrees. "There are always people that want more than their share, and will do more than they should in the attempt of gaining it. Niaryth is like Arisvath, I suppose: they both appear to have faith in being able to make a difference."

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath does not like to disappoint, and admits, <> Approval.

Serriena glances around. Seeing that while not alone, there aren't any eavesdroppers around, she leans in closer. "It is disconcerting is it not, how much alike those two are?" She looks dead at you, her midnight blue eyes not blinking. Her face is serious, seeming to be introducing a subject that she has thought alot about.

R'hyn's expression turns immediately somewhat-- concerned, though that is hardly unusual. "It is," he agrees. "They have such lofty goals, and such-- altruistic images." He bites at his lip, watching you, somewhat warily.

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth approves too but then says <> A weird thing, blame. How could clutches be the fault of another? <> All of these bring warm fuzzy thoughts of sunshine into her and she turns her head towards you, leaning her neck over to nuzzle. <>

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath finds this curious - a questioning note ripples through his mind, towards you, though it is not pushy. Nuzzling in response, his words are no less ardent: << Yours are the sweetest to be found in any place, Niaryth. >>

"Yes and it is dangerous for that to happen." Serri says wisely. "Although I like you R'hyn..." she seems embarrassed by saying that, her cheeks pinkening, "I think Niaryth likes Arisvath alot more than... friendship." And then to be honest she says, "She, sweet lady, dotes upon him in idoletry." And having admitted finally that her gold was.. boy-crazy about his bronze, she looks down at her plate rather silently.

R'hyn does not so much squeak as look positively - if only for an instant - terrified. "I had not heard of dragons feeling that way, often," he manages to get out, rushing his words so that they very nearly get jumbled up together into some kind of mess. "I-- Oh. Well. He likes her a lot, too, but I hadn't thought of it like /that/." He flushes.

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth is flattered and properly so. <> This interests her and she moves closer. <> There it is again, the image of a night sky, the stars wide overhead with no boundaries or limits to them. And the higher you fly, the closer it seems you come to touching their luminous light. <>

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath's presence is warm and fuzzy in your mind, rippled through with silver, and a dark, burnished green. << It is, >> he agrees, luxuriating within that image. << So long as you are there, always with me. >>

Serriena puts her hand to her chin, rubbing thoughtfully and nervously, as if trying to find a solution. "Personally, I'd indulge her if there wasn't a factor involved.. myself and you." She glances over at you, "I like you as I said R'hyn, but... only as my friend." She listens to your words and says, "I have been listening to her thoughts and they race whenever he is near. She may deny it, but Niaryth likes him more than any other bronze." A slight giggle accompanies that as if finding it funny to admit her lifemate's fancies. "She's even trying to find a perfect gift for him."

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth accepts that and settles down next to you in the bowl. Her tail lays alongside yours. <> She has just a bit of time before she must leave with Serri and shall spend it here with you the next few minutes.

R'hyn nods, rapidly. Very rapidly. Far too rapidly. "I-- yeah." He flushes. "I like you, too, but not like that. I-- she is?" He's still flushing, and looks distinctly uncomfortable. "I should take him away from the weyr, if she rises before Llilian is-- uh. Because it'd be safer. It doesn't always matter, what the queen feels, I know, but if it did, and I..."

"I .." Serriena shakes her head, "I can't stop you from leaving R'hyn but I would ask you not to." She looks into your eyes. "Niaryth will pick the best bronze if she rises, she's assured me of that. If that bronze is Arisvath, then perhaps it will help you be.." And now it's obvious she's been listening, "A charismatic leader was it?" A slight smile on her face, shows she thinks that idea positively charming from the bronze.

Watch R'hyn. Watch R'hyn go white with fright. "I--" he begins, then stops, wringing out his hands. "/He's/ the charismatic one. I'm the one who'd rather, you know, disappear." He takes a deep breath, swallowing hard, but nods. "If that is what you want, Serriena, I'll not intentionally have him leave."

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath is comfortable, and silent, in your companionship; his tail nudges up against yours, smoothing up and down, as he lounges - delighted in your presence.

"I realize that," Serriena says. "You and I are not so different. I would bury myself in the weyr if I could, but Niaryth will not let me. Arisvath is trying not to let you." She grins. "But maybe we'll surprise our lifemates yet?" She raises her glass and tips it towards you. She takes a drink, water only, but she's smiling through the cup, seeming to accept the situation as it is.

R'hyn's mug is lifted, matched with your glass. The klah is cold, and the swallow R'hyn takes is met with a grimace, but it's followed by a tentative, timid, half-smile, as he nods. "What will be, will be," he accepts, quietly. "But I can only hope that Llilian and Isyrath get better, or that there is a better bronze. Preferably the first."

Serriena chuckles. "Better to be simply a bronzerider catching a goldrider than a bronzerider catching the senior goldrider hmm?" Her tone is full of insinuations that any answer might be the wrong answer. Of course she's teasing, trying to raise a blush in R'hyn's cheeks again.

It isn't hard to get a blush from R'hyn, and, true to form, he complies, turning pink. "Well--" he begins, then nods. "That, and I'm sure you'd be happier as Junior, to Senior, I think?"

Serriena tilts her head from one side to another, unsure as if it's an agreement or a negative response. "Mmm," she tries to look diplomatic as she forms an answer and finally gives a very rote, "I am prepared to do my duty to the weyr, no matter what it demands of me." But the sparkle in her eyes would tell a different tale as R'hyn may have hit upon a direct truth.

R'hyn's eyes dance, mirth forming within the curve of his lips. "Indeed," he agrees, solemnly. "As we must all do, for the better of the weyr."

Finishing her 'breakfast' Serriena stands up, moving to get all her plate, her glass and napkin. "My sweeps start in a few minutes and I must not be late or set a bad example." Serriena smiles down at you. "R'hyn I have enjoyed this time with you, but beware. The next time I see you, I will probably have something for Arisvath. Even now, Niaryth is asking me how we can capture a star in the sky." She seems amused by that idea.

R'hyn's lips twitch, as he rises from his own seat. "I shall be," he promises. "No doubt, Arisvath shall pick up upon the trend, and..." he shrugs helplessly, and then smiles. "Fare well, Serriena. May the sweeps go well."

Serriena grins and waves. She deposits her dishes and walks out, clapping her hands together to get rid of crumbs left.

Arisvath> "Alright young lady," Serriena draws Niaryth's attention away from Arisvath pointedly. "Sweeps time. No more snuggling up with the bronze." She moves over, checking straps as Niaryth rises to her feet.

Arisvath> Arisvath lifts his head, tail swishing away from Niaryth reluctantly. Oh, croon. How disappointing - she's going away.

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth has to leave, her mind distracted by thoughts of the night ahead. <> The promise made with effort. <> Well she probably will be but will strive not to be.

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath's mind, too, reflects this expectancy. << You shall. I shall be waiting - ready, always, for you. >>

Arisvath> Niaryth glances back at Arisvath, not easily displaced by Serriena. She seems disappointed to, but duty calls and so she lowers her head when the checks are done, to let Serriena mount the toeloops to her neck ridges.

Arisvath> Serriena climbs up Niaryth's extended foreleg to settle into her straps.

Arisvath> Serriena has left.

Arisvath> Niaryth gives a departing croon to Arisvath before she lifts to move towards the northern bowl where her night wing is awaiting her arrival for instructions from Serriena.

Arisvath> Arisvath croons once more, watching into the skies as Niaryth lifts off.

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