May 5, 2003
R'hyn, Shiae and Y'lan go to Ista Hold on business, and bring back Jinto.

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** With a blast of cold air, Arisvath emerges from Between!
** With a blast of cold air, Carianth emerges from Between!
** With a blast of cold air, Orinth emerges from Between!

Dragon> Carianth bespoke Arisvath and Orinth with << Shiae says /you/ may land on the beach. /I/ will land on the fireheights. >>

** Orinth gives a discontented rumble, and angles downward toward the beach.

** Orinth dips to a landing on the soft sand of the beach.

** Carianth dips to a landing on the soft sand of the beach.

You wing your way to a landing on the soft sand of the Hold's beach.

Arisvath crouches low, allowing you to swing your leg over his neckridges, and climb nimbly towards the ground, with the help of his straps.

Carianth lands on the beach anyway - but makes sure to land well away from the bronzes.

Shiae slips deftly down to the bent foreleg of Carianth, the Green lowering to a crouch and watching with gentle eyes as the she hops to the ground.

Y'lan unhooks his sack of messages and whatever the heck else is in there. "This one is heavy," he complains. "Is someone sending Lord Corinal rocks or something?"

R'hyn shakes sand from his best-breaches, rubbing at a spot on his jacket; was that there this morning? "Yes," he says - in an attempt to be dry - in response to Y'lan's complaint, though it results in a half-flush, as he turns away.

Y'lan rolls his eyes at R'hyn.

"Better," Shiae pipes up with a half-grin. "We're sending him firestone. C'mon, you two, let's see if we can get to him before he finishes breakfast."

Shiae heads up the path toward the Hold proper.

R'hyn's stomach, on cue, rumbles. "I'm coming, I'm coming."

You head up the path, under the stone arch, and into the courtyard.

Y'lan comes through the wide arch from the beach.

Y'lan struggles to keep up under his burden. He mutters something under his breath about weyrleaders as he comes up the path to the courtyard.

Shiae heads up the short flight of stairs to the Main Hall.

Y'lan heads up the short flight of stairs to the Main Hall.

You head up the short flight of stairs to the Main Hall.

Shiae leads the way into the Hall, holding the door for the two men following behind. "Oh come on, Y'lan," she teases the younger, who is suffering under a burden of a heavy sack, "I thought those arm muscles were -strong- after all the time you spent helping Belena."

Jinto is sweeping over near the kitchen, head down. He doesnt even glance up as more people arrive.

"Guess he didn't learn as much as--" begins R'hyn, though he flushes, and shuts up, whatever he meant. His fingers unconsciously reach for his pockets, stuffed deep into them quickly.

"They are!" Y'lan insists. "It's just I'm used to /throwing/ big sacks, not carrying them all over a Hold. Are you sure there isn't really firestone in here?" He shifts the sack, lifting it to his shoulder and trying to balance it there. He shoots a glare at R'hyn.

"Positive," Shiae says soothingly, rolling her eyes at R'hyn behind Y'lan's back. "Here, Y'lan, put that down for a minute - there are some hides in there that Lord Corinal needs to see. Then you can deliver the rest." She steps to a table and glances casually around the room. "Hmm - it looks like we missed him at breakfast."

R'hyn has nothing but a pleasant - well, and self-conscious - smile for Y'lan, and a wink for Shiae, as he turns to survey the room. "Bother," he remarks. "It would be rude for us to stop for breakfast while we're here, wouldn't it. Not according to protocol." His eyes linger on Jinto for a moment, then continue sweeping.

Y'lan throws the sack down on a table with a THWACK. The table turns out to be one with uneven legs, and the impact rattles the dishes of the diners at the other end, who all look up at Y'lan, startled. "Sorry," he mumbles.

Jinto starts at the THWACK, glancing up sharply and frowning at the rider trio. His acne-pocked face seems to fall into that expression naturally enough. He turns to go back to sweeping, managing to put his back to the room in an almost natural fashion.

Y'lan gives Jinto a challenging you-gotta-problem-with-that? glare, since R'hyn seems to be immune to them.

Jinto glares right back at Y'lan before dropping his attention back to the nonexistant dirt and dust he's sweeping.

Shiae spocks an eyebrow over at the Weyrleader. "A little, yes." Where R'hyn quests vainly for dry, Shiae has the monopoly on desert. "Excuse us," she adds brightly to the affronted diners, opening the bag and rummaging through it. "Perhaps a roll of something on the way out."

Y'lan takes offense. "Hey!" he says, leaving the sack and striding over to Jinto to get right up in his face. "Ista Weyr's duties to Ista Hold," he says pointedly, icily.

R'hyn's gaze flicks from Y'lan to Jinto; he seems amused. He mutters to Shiae, "... one child..." Like R'hyn can talk. "Y'lan! Protocol, please." He's easily distracted, though; his gaze shifts towards the serving table, and his stomach rumbles again. "A roll, yes."

Shiae senses "R'hyn's gaze flicks from Y'lan to Jinto; he seems amused. "From one child to another." Like R'hyn can talk. "Y'lan! Protocol, please." He's easily distracted, though; his gaze shifts towards the serving table, and his stomach rumbles again. "A roll, yes.""

A recent growth spurt lets Jinto have just the tiniest height advantage as he looks up and right at Y'il, "You can have my duties all you want. I dont speak for the Hold."

Shiae smirks sidelong at her Weyrleader as she pulls a few hides out of Y'lan's sack. "I don't think he'll do anything -too- drastic," she says, loudly enough for her voice to carry to the posturing boys.

"I hope not," says R'hyn, pointedly - and equally loudly. "I don't want to set a bad example for the Hold. We've an image to maintain, after all." He shuffles the hides, tidying the pile hesitantly.

Y'lan humphs. But the boy did offer duties, so he backs off just a little, though he still fixes Jinto with The Eye. "I was just giving my duties, sir," he claims, for R'hyn's benefit. "According to protocol." The look he gives the other boy would imply he doesn't expect Jinto to know much about that.

Shiae clears her throat and hefts Y'lan's bag for him. "Y'lan, why don't you go finish delivering your messages? Carianth just saw the dockmaster at the docks."

Jinto is no qualms about fixing right back with a glare of his own, he is keeping his mouth shut at this point, however.

R'hyn lifts his nose into the air. "What a good idea," he says. Loudly. It's a trend.

Y'lan turns his back on Jinto, and starts back toward Shiae and R'hyn, who, since he doesn't have his back to /them/, may or may not be able to catch that he just tugged the back of his riding pants down to reveal the upper part of his bottom and butt crack to Jinto. Pulling the pants quickly back into place, he rummages in the sack of messages to find the ones designated for the dockmaster.

Jinto mutters something about porcine tails and turns away from the riders.

It's definitely a good thing that R'hyn misses that. The hides are shuffled again, and, somewhat perplexed, the bronzerider mutters something to himself. "Well," is what he says allowed, turning his head about in this direction and that. "Excuse me," he requests, his attention back on Jinto. "Would you know where to find Lord Corinal at this time of morning?"

Jinto manages something even civil to R'hym, "Likely in his office." there's a pause, "Uh, sir."

Y'lan piles his arms high with hides and packages and heads back out to the courtyard.

Y'lan heads out the large doors to the courtyard.

R'hyn's gaze narrows slightly, and he swallows quickly: there's another, somewhat embarrassing, rumble of his stomach. Flushing, the Weyrleader clears his throat again. "I suppose that's... fair enough." Though R'hyn seems disinclined to make a move.

Jinto offers, "Uh, if you're hungry, why dont you have something to eat?"

"Protocol," intones R'hyn - and he turns even more red. He stutters. "That is, it would be rude, and I couldn't-- uh, yeah." This is not going well. "Uh, what's your name, boy?"

Jinto nods, "Jinto. I'm mostly a drudge, but isnt it okay if it gets offered? Then it's hospitality or something, right?"

R'hyn looks tempted. He hesitates. "Well," he says, after a pause. "I suppose it is. You're giving duties to the Weyr, and that can only be considered polite." Half a glance is made towards Shiae, but he doesn't wait for an answer before taking a long step towards the serving tables. "Jinto. Well met, young man."

Jinto uhhs softly, "Well met. Sir." he looks ready to hide under a table, or bolt for the kitchen, "Can I get you something in specific?" he finally thinks to offer, casting around a vaguely desperate look around the living cavern.

Shiae frowns after Y'lan, her arms folded across her chest. "Shiae, green Carianth's, Weyrsecond," she tosses over her shoulder. "R'hyn, do you think we really have time?"

R'hyn's foot falls heavily upon the floor, and he turns, sighing. "You're right, you're right. Never mind. Thank you for the offer, Jinto, but I'd better not." A somewhat disgruntled glance is made towards the floor, a childish wrinkling of his nose.

Jinto looks about to say something, then glances to the greenrider, and her knot and keeps his mouth shut.

Another drudge is sent off after the Lord; R'hyn taps his foot, as he waits, every so often casting a glance towards the food again. "So, Jinto," he starts again, somewhat lamely. "Drudgework, you said?"

Jinto shrugs a bit, "Basically. I think the official title is Choreboy, which sounds a step up from reality."

R'hyn's lips part into a smile, and he laughs. "Sounds far more official - much grander," he promises, distractedly, as he half-circles around the table upon which they've piled the hides, fiddling with the corners of the documents.

Dragon> Carianth senses that Arisvath's tail twitches against the sand; he's ill at ease. << Something, >> he drawls. << It's disturbing my nap - can you feel it? >>

Jinto erms, "If you dont mind me saying. You could probably manage to have a sandwich while you wait. If you're that hungry."

Shiae pulls out a chair and settles into it; they've got a wait coming, it would seem. "R'hyn, settle?" It's as much order, for all that it's been framed as a question.

R'hyn follows directions: this, apparently, is something he's good at. He sinks into a chair, fingers twining through each other, and then untwining moments later. "A sandwhich," he breathes. "Well. If it's quick?"

Jinto leans his broom up and heads for the serving table, "Dark bread, wherry.. mustard?"

R'hyn positively beams. "Yes, and with a little pepper, please?" Leaning forward, appreciatively, he begins to fiddle with the edge of the hides again.

Dragon> Carianth bespoke Arisvath with << /You/ are disturbing /my/ nap. >> But the ire is more habitual than anything. A faux-patient sigh. << What is it? >>

Shiae says "I'm fine, thank you," even though nothing was offered her. She sends a half-smile R'hyn's way and murmurs something behind her hand, adding a louder, "At least it's not raining. Yet."

Jinto might be a drudge, but he knows how to make a sandwich. There's a good healthy layer of roasted wherry between those slices of bread. Onto a plate and then offered to the Weyrleader. "The mustard here's got zing. It's good."

Dragon> Carianth senses that Arisvath is apologetic - of course - though he makes no comment of it. << The one with the food. He sparks. >>

Shiae whispers "Fire and oil, he and Y'lan. Seems pleasant enough on his own."

Dragon> Carianth bespoke Arisvath with << If you say so. >> She considers the boy through Shiae's eyes, returns. << All *R'hyn* thinks about is food. >>

R'hyn's not quite as discreet as Shiae. He mutters to Shiae, "/Everyone/ is the... it seems.... right in... I... see... want..." The sandwhich is indicated, as it's received, a warm smile of thanks going out to the young man. "It looks very good."

Shiae senses "R'hyn's not quite as discreet as Shiae. "/Everyone/ is the oil to Y'lan, it seems. P'rell was right in not keeping him on, I can see that much. You don't want half?" The sandwhich is indicated, as it's received, a warm smile of thanks going out to the young man. "It looks very good.""

Dragon> Carianth senses that Arisvath can't deny it; he sends a grave affirmation, warm and honeyed. << True. But I'm not thinking about food. So you don't feel it? I think we should take him with us. >>

Shiae drops a smile at Jinto. "He's young." Which might mean R'hyn, or perhaps Jinto. "Thank you," she adds, when it seems R'hyn won't.

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Carianth is in too good of a mood - relatively, anyway - to be bothered for long. Even by a bronze. << If you like. /You/ carry him, though. He smells. >>

Dragon> Carianth senses that Arisvath huffs contentedly. << Jolly good. I'll do so, then. >>

Jinto shrugs a bit, "No problem." he turns to go back to his sweeping.

R'hyn lifts up his right hand - which is, unfortunately, the hand in which he's holding the sandwhich, which results in a drip of mustard sliding down his hand, and one flying out onto the table. "Uh, Jinto? Can I ask you something?" A meaningful glance is aimed at Shiae, accompanied by a sage nod. Evidently, it's assumed that Jinto his meant. Or perhaps Y'lan. Certainly not R'hyn himself.

Jinto turns back, "Uhh.. sure? Likely wont know the answer." he warns.

Shiae silently fetches a napkin for her Weyrleader and just as silently deposits it on the table in front of him. Coincedentally (or perhaps not) it covers the mustard splodge.

"I think you'll know this one," promises R'hyn, twisting his hand to lick the mustard from it boyishly. "Arisvath'd like you to come back to the weyr with us. To, uh, stand for Selynth's eggs." At least he has Shiae to - sort of - clean up after him.

Jinto's jaw drops and a gaping Jinto isnt a pretty sight. "You're joking, right?"

R'hyn's head shakes. "No. I'm not." He pauses, in order to take a big bite from the sandwhich, chewing reflectively. "Yes, or no?"

Jinto uhhhs, "Yes. Yeah." a grin creases the acne and he stands a little straighter, Yeah."

Shiae sighs and stands. You can lead a bronzerider to a napkin, it seems, but you can't make him use it. "Why don't I take these hides to discuss with Lord Corinal? And I'll speak to he Headwoman on the way too, make sure it's all right for Jinto to go."

R'hyn, the oblivious one, merely smiles brilliantly at Shiae. "What a good idea. I'll take Jinto back to the weyr, then. Uhm-- we'll meet later, to discuss things, of course." Right? One eyebrow is lifted, hopefully; she'll know what they're doing. "Congratulations, Jinto."

Jinto assures the weyrsecond, "The headwoman wont protest."

R'hyn, with his sandwhich still hardly touched in one hand, ups and waves Jinto towards the door. "Get your things, and meet me on the beach. We'll get you straight back to the weyr!"

Another sigh. "We've got to meet those Beastcrafters at lunch," Shiae reminds R'hyn, scooping the few hides into her arms. "But yes, I can take over for you with Lord Corinal. She might not protest," she adds, aiming a level Look at Jinto, "But it's more than rude to just swoop down and take people away on Search. I'll go find them both." And with that, the Weyrsecond heads deeper into the Hold.

"I'd forgotten," admits R'hyn, somewhat dismally, as he steps out into the courtyard. "I'll see you for that, then!" Woe.

You head out the door into the courtyard.

Jinto heads over from the gardens.

Jinto comes via a circuitious route, and he's got a satchel with him.

R'hyn's walking leisurely towards the beach, enjoying his sandwhich as he goes. As he spies Jinto, he waves the boy onwards, and begins to trot a little faster. "It's all good, then? Come on."

You slip beneath the large archway toward the beach.

Jinto comes down the path from the Hold proper.

Arisvath strains up against the sand, to inspect this new candidate of his choice, and whuffles approvingly, to R'hyn's grin. "Do you need help mounting?" the bronzerider asks of the newest candidate, head tilting to the side.

Jinto woahs softly, "He's huge." is his reply as the bronze gets close and whuffles. "Uhh, yeah, probably."

"I guess he is," says R'hyn, after a pause, holding out a hand for the satchel. "Give that to me, and then I'll give you a leg up."

Jinto tries not to look nervous as he passes off his light satchel and scrambles up onto the bronze.

Jinto uses Arisvath's straps to climb up onto the bronze.

With a smooth motion, you grap a hold of Arisvath's straps, using their guiding length to scramble from forelimb to neckridges, at which point you settle, safe atop the bronze.

R'hyn smiles, approvingly, as he stows the satchel carefully. "Not so hard. Here, let me help you strap in." That isn't hard, either, but he does it quickly and efficiently, before adding, "Ready to go?"

Jinto nods mutely, the normally highly self confident teen looking far less so all of a sudden.

"Don't worry," promises R'hyn. "It's not so bad."

You spring into the skies over the Hold.

** Arisvath disappears into the frigid void of Between...
** With a blast of cold air, Arisvath emerges from Between!

Jinto remembers to breath again, "Faster than walking."

R'hyn chuckles beneath his breath, nodding. "Much faster. And more scenic. Well - in some ways, I suppose. Come on." He unstraps both himself and Jinto, then swings down to the ground.

Arisvath crouches low, allowing you to swing your leg over his neckridges, and climb nimbly towards the ground, with the help of his straps.

Jinto swings over Arisvath's neckridges, climbing to the ground.

Jinto looks around, "Is candidacy like apprenticehood?"

R'hyn hesitates for a moment, looking thoughtful. "Well, in a way, I suppose. There's rules, and punishments, and you all sleep in the dorms. But the outcome is less sure. You can be sure that, if you work as an apprentice, you'll make Journeyman. Nothing is sure about candidacy."

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

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