The following is a log of roleplay on Star Stones MOO, logged by Dallaney.
All references to the world and characters of Pern™ based on Anne McCaffrey's fiction are copyright© 1967 by Anne McCaffrey, all rights reserved. The Dragonriders of Pern® is registered U.S. Patent and Trademark Office, by Anne McCaffrey and used here with permission.

Center Bowl Area
Open air but allows for more heat to envelope each form in the usually fairly busy section of the bowl's center area that greets eye eyes of those coming through the west entrance. Lifting wings to flight and shooting past during landings are two of the most common activites for the Weyr's draconic residents. To each side, evidence of the Weyr's true volanic nature can be seen: rough edges reaching skyward in sand-blasted fingers of spires that scrape the underbelly of the sky. The living cavern area can be seen towards the northwest and the hatching sands are evident due east, accessible through the northeast or southeast sections of the bowl. To the south, the glitter and glimmer that is the lake becons forth to offer cool respite.
It is a bright, cheery day. Belior is slightly less than one quarter full and Timor is a quarter full. It is a winter early morning.
Perched somewhere up high, you see Nadya.
You see Kalienth, Ding Dong Ditch Egg, Scavenger Hunt Egg, Luck Of The Irish Green Hatchling, and Spin The Bottle Egg here.
Sanaya, Tadiera, Liona, Syreva, Sionell, Jendaar, Toria, A'ran, Fiana, Leshana, Willow, Siani, and Viriani are here.
The following dragons are here: Delennth, Spectreth, Tyranoth, Lirith, Lycaenth, Rosalth, and Ninalyth
From here you can go:
SouthEast Bowl   NorthWest Bowl   Weyr Entrance
NorthEast Bowl   SouthWest Bowl

Dallaney has arrived.

Liona hmms, so the hatchling didn't want her treat. Oh well, there is another egg yet. This new one is looked upon with interest, a green this time.. The meat is now put back into the bag, perhaps it would be best to let the hatchling choose what she wants, a makeshift lottery of sorts.

Tadiera goes home.

Fiana nods to the seamstress, still grimacing slightly. The headwoman had managed to steer clear of butting horns and drunk goats. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees the sneaky brown forging his way to some food. Silly creatures, really..quite silly.

Leeka walks in from NorthWest Bowl.

Luck Of The Irish Green Hatchling kicks away a shell fragment from some other egg, and chirrs to herself as it bounces off some Person's nose. Teehee. Now, what else can she do, in this ring of people?

Siani blinks. Where did all the people come from? They weren't here when she came earlier. Curiously she sidles over to the crowd and peers over the shoulder of a girl. A hatching? Hastily she checks her bag and grins as she retrieves a handful of wherry strips from its depths. How fortunate that she hasn't eaten them all herself.

Enter the Nanny. Yep, Viri has entered the room. Basket of meatrolls swinging from her hand - causing a few to tumbles out - as she walks along, whistling a little. She's happy, it's a good day, and she's... lucky? Maybe so, maybe not...

Willow looks on in wonder and pulls out a a roll of cloth and unravels it revealing a piece of fish

Pol plants himself in Toria's lap, resting on the edge of the package as he dips his tiny little snout into the display of smoked fish. This /is/ the life. A Weyrwoman's /boieee/, with all the perks. The weyrwoman just chuckles and shrugs, giving him permission though he didn't seem to ask for it, "Sure, go ahead, might as well."

Leeka skips in, meatroll in one hand, fishroll in another, bubbly balanced on her head. She spots the nanny, pulling her sleeve a bit. "M'm Vir, m'm Vir, lookit, lookit!" A proud beam lights up her face, as she struggles for attention from the nanny.

Sionell already has her own brand-spankin', well, not /new/ but equally shiney green there on the side. "Green." Sio notes to weyr-boy as she slowly tosses her own hunk of herdbeast back and forth between hands, eyes spearing the goo-baby where she stands with a suspicious look befuzzling her eyes.

Liona shakes her bag, mixing its contents. Then she sets it on the floor in front of her. Perhaps the green would like to try her luck for a new treat? Now, if only Lio would get lucky and the hatchling notices it.

Leshana shakes her head, reaching over to pick up the package at her side. "Oof." She sighs, putting a hand to her stomach. "Not as easy as I thought." The meats are picked at with long fingers until on rather longish piece of meat is selected. "That might do it.." A few smaller bits are handed up to the little ones on her shoulders as she watches the hatchling's progress.

Willow holds down the piece of fish for the green hatchling and smiles in hopes of attracting it's attention.

Trouble. That's what that green was, trouble in a nutshell. Er, egg..only not
anymore. Ah well, Fiana chuckles anyhoo as the shards are scattered, then
down at Snoria's brown. Cute, oh so cute.

Dallaney wanders in from the direction of the caverns, nose twitching as she trots to the crowd's edge, peeking between legs - and faces. Something is up, it seems, and she must have a part of it. Reaching into her pocket, a flaky meatroll is peeled out at random and jiggled in idle circles, a sly mock-yawn stealing over kidling's face.

Willow laughs hysterically

Luck Of The Irish Green Hatchling flickers her wings a bit, watching goo--/goo/!--fly off to the four winds. Hey, wow, she can really dig this stuff. And maybe she can go bite someone? She needs /out/, that's what she needs. Out of this place where goo flies wild, where she has this odd feeling in her stomache...hunger, that's it. Now, for food. She slips towards a person. Are you food? *chomp* Guess not. Another is approached.

Viriani turns to blink at Leeka, basket flying about, more meats falling out. She chuckles, "Now be careful," the nanny says to young girl, "You don't want that bubbly to fall, they're incredibly tasty," she says. Green is noted, and she turns to blink at the green, "Now there's a fun one, never seen any go and bite somone," she laughs.

Willow watches the hatchling with intrest.

Jendaar grins. He is pretty lucky, generally. EW Espcially with the girls of his hold. Will his luck hold with lizards? He doesn't know, so, holds out a square piece of beast to the green. "It's special, " he says. "it's, um, the best piece in the whole bunch of pieces I have here and it's all for you. " He frowns, and looks sheepishly about at the dragonriders. "That is, of courtse, if you /want/ it."

Having managed to jostle through the crowd, with countless apologetic nods and 'Sorry's Siani crouches at the edge of the ring and places a few strips in front of her. She winces as a drop of goo hits her forehead but just moves the meat a little forward to attract the little green's attention.

Leshana winces as she watches those bitten quickly pull back their aching fingers. "Well, I guess it can't be worse than goat horns..can it?" She hopes not at any rate, the fish still danges between her fingers though she makes no other movement.

Willow giggles lightly at Jendaar.

Weyr-boy winces in sympathy as the green nibbles on a nearby living morsel. He scrunches his fingers in, not eager to be the next taste-test, much to Sionell's amusement. A rather rude snicker escapes her tightly closed lips as she continues to juggle her one piece of herdbeast. See the amazing Sionell and her one-piece juggling act. Weyr-boy gets his spine, glaring up at Sio for the laughter. "Mmmphmmmm." Sio makes a brave attempt from the edge of the crowd to straighten her face.

Fiana eeps as the green finds a victim. No, toes were not food, dearie. Hrm, perhaps a bit of meat should be taken to direct attention from awaiting digits. A chuckles is sent to Leshana, "Careful how you hold that meat, otherwise a fingertip or two might get taken." Blood and guts and gore..oh my.

Jendaar smiles in the direction of the laughrter. "I didn't want to offend her. I've never been to one of these before. "

Willow grins at Jendarr. "me neither!"

Leeka gives the nanny a patronizing and confident look. "I's not need luck, 'cause I got skill, see?" No one needs luck in thies young 'un's vocabulary. She ducks a flying chunk of meat, lip nibbled and "M'm Vir..." whispered as the bubbly begins to topple. Maybe she needs a bit of help after all...

A'ran gets up and stands near jendaar. "They'll go where they want o."

Syreva ducks her head against the flying goo, mottled eyes peering through gilded wheaten hair as she watches the perpetrator. Toes and sleeping Samhain are tucked close against attack. Lucky? Well, maybe the green is. As for the hopeful future victims...well, maybe they /like/ to be nibbled.

Willow sits on her haunches and dangles the fish in her hands, hoping.

Jendaar grins at Willow "I think I can need all the luck I can muster. Ths one has a mind of her own. Are all greens like that?"

Toria remains quietly watching, smiling lightly as each hatchling impresses.

Leshana looks up at Fiana. "I don't know, after what has happend in this last sevenday...nothing much else could happen to me ...could it?" Best not to ask or answer that question, something just /might/ happen. An appraising look is sent toward the green then to the fish dangling from he rfingers. "Hm...I don't know.."

Willow winks back. "I have no clue!"

A'ran grins "In my experience, yep!" He throws a glance at Toria "The only ones worse arde are the golds!"

Luck Of The Irish Green Hatchling nibbles something that comes flying near her. Food? *chomp* Food! Now she needs more, but how does she get it? She makes her way towards another person, and chomps on a limb. Maybe this'll get her more food.

Liona smiles, "Try your luck for a sweet roll?" she asks, watching the hatchling. Sweet roll is hidden in the midst of meat chunks and bread bits, prehaps the green would like this game.

Toria blinks as she feels eyes on her. Straightening, the goldrider glances about, trying to figure out what she missed.

Jendaar eyes the green nervously, holding out a /big/ piece of meat well awa from his body. He doesn't want to get bitten. However, he still considers himself in the running and wiggles it a bit. . . just to get her attention.

Viriani helps Leeka balance the bubbly. "Well, I need luck, for reasons that you probally don't know about," nanny giggles, and snatches a piece of meat from the basket and wiggles it towards the green, "Think she'd bring it?" nanny confides in weyrbrat.

Fiana keeps keen eyes on her limbs, prepared to detach tiny talons and teeth if need be. Of course, she /was/ well seasoned, spending all day in the kitchens as she had. Sniff, hmm..there was that bit of basil, and just a hint of klah-bark. Faranth knows that stuff ran in her veins.

Willow looks at the green in amusement. "

Siani watches the petite green with growing astonishment. There's so much food near her now, so why does she keep nibbling on people? Slowly she plops on her back, a slightly confused glance is thrown at Fiana, "Doesn't she know the difference?"

Leshana tries to sit up a bit, almost dropping the fish. "Oof.." Well, /that/ didn't work...how's she supposed to get up anyway? Moving is forgotten as she watches yet another bit of human didgets fall prey to the green. "She is a fierce one isn't she?"

Sionell taps a toe in the sands, much to the irritation of weyr-boy, who's patent look of dislike is punctuated by a "Shhh! Ye'll skeer off th' hatchlin'.." in broad dialect. Sio replies with a "Mmmphmmm," of a snort, continuing her sand-spraying toe movement and juggling of her tidbit, eyes watching the greenie from her position against the wall.

Willow eyes the green "probably not."

Willow edges closer to the gfreen, not really caring about getting biten.

Leeka thanks her nanny with a loving hug aimed at the knees, then gives a nervous murmur as the bubbly drops, wincing. "Oh my, m'm Vir, I's not doing too well, no." The weyrbrat falls to her knees, searching and picking up pieces of the fallen meat along the way, looking up at the taller woman, again. "Maybe, m'm Vir, though I dunno... I think skill could undo luck anyday." So there, humph. The meat is gathered in a small pile and lifted, though most of it escapes her grasp, and she goes to her knees again.

Fiana blinks a little, turning a befuddled gaze to .. Siani? When had she gotten here? Oh, how rude of the headwoman to not notice, "Hello there! And well," she looks back to the mischievious green, "I hope she gets her bearings straight before the healers are called in." Wouldn't that be a sight, she could hear the drudges now. Mauling at Igen Weyr, 2 ..oo.. no, /3/ now wounded.

Fingers and elbows and toes - oh my! Syreva watches and chuckles softly from her protectively hunched posture. Looks like it'll take a shillaleigh full of shamrocks for someone to get lucky enough to catch the rogue green.

Luck Of The Irish Green Hatchling's attention is drawn to all the meat that's falling to the ground. Food! Must be because she bit. She chows down on that food, and then looks up at its apparant source--Leeka. To bite, or not to bite? Maybe she'll get more if she just creels and looks hungry. Please? Pleeeease?

High-pitched creels turn to warbling croons as Luck Of The Irish Green Hatchling wobbles towards Leeka.

Willow sits down hard

Sionell stands to give another congratulatory smile to the impressee of the latest greenie, nudging weyr-boy with her toe as she makes her way towards the lashes-batting green of her dragon flirting with the brown. "Lirith.." she frowns slightly.

Siani grins and points to the green, "Looks like she found out about it." Noting that the other eggs are not even wobbling she gets to her feet and turns to Telgar's headwoman, "And now ... how do I get back home?"

Leshana shakes her head, the only movement that /doesn't/ cause pain, and looks around for a way to get up. "Now, how is this supposed to work?" She asks herself, having been kneed and poked more times than she can actually handle. "I think I should have sat on a rock."

"Adriane wanted you back to start the evening meal, Syreva," B'revn hails, sand crunching beneath his boots as he approaches. The assistant cook starts and gathers Samhain in the crook of an arm. "Shards...I forgot my list..." Too late now. Here's hoping the hold's insane cook doesn't notice.

Jendaar sighs and gathers up his meat, shoving it back in the sack from whench it came.

Leeka pushes the pile forward, wincing, despite the fact that the multi-faceted eyes have already been looked at. "M'm Vir, maybe it'll- she'll be quiet now?" She sits, watching in utter horrer as the meat moves visibly dwon the green's throat, then murmurs, "Calliope..."

Fiana decides that hey, she should get back to work. She stands and wipes her rump clear of dust and such, then, she looks about. "Oh, here, let me see if I can help you," a slender hand reaches down to offer to Leshana some help.

Sionell is swept upwards on a creamy olive foreleg to rest between Lirith's soft, sage neckridges.

A'ran grips Jendaart sympethetically on his arm. "Don't worry, Jen. Maybe one of the others holds your freind."

Viriani leans over and gives the girl a quick hug before standing fully, "I have to get back to the others," she says, quickly hurrying off, with a call over her shoulder, "get to bed on time!"

Viriani has disconnected.

Toria remains seated, her rump planted in the dirt as people start to mill about her. Pol remains in her lap snacking on the fish ment for Eos.

Leshana reaches up and takes Fiana's offered hand, somehow managing to stand without to much pain. "Thanks." A gratefull look is sent to in the woman's direction. "I think I would have been stuck."

Jendaar shrugs "I hope so. You came to get me, right?"

Lirith soars upwards on soft sage wings toward Sky Above the Central Bowl.

Syreva disappears suddenly for parts unknown.

Dallaney trots on over to the new lifemates, insidiously noting. "They never stop eating. Or being noisy." She looks over the green then, quietly.

Sanaya goes home.

From Sky Above the Central Bowl, Lirith soars upwards on soft sage wings toward Sky Above the Weyr Entrance.

Willow walks toward Southeast Bowl.

Fiana grimaces, again, at that. "I'll protect you," her chest puffs up, eyes twinkling with mischief. She was good at protecting folk. Yepyep. Aie, and silliness was creeping in as well. What had they slipped into her klah?

Willow walks in from Southeast Bowl.
Willow walks toward NorthWest Bowl.

Siani goes home.

Liona scoops up her 'lottery' ,tucking it neatly in her pack. "Were was I going?" she asks quietly.. "Oh yeah.." with that said, she wanders off.

Liona walks toward Southwestern Bowl.

Jendaar mounts Ninalyth.
A'ran mounts Ninalyth.
Ninalyth flies toward Sky Above the Central Bowl.

Leeka grins at Dallaney, a slight wink in her expression. "Oh my... I know..." she sighs, sadly, though the green starts falling asleep. "Yes, Calliope will be a good name..."

Leeka
A cheeky, plump face rests on a round head, her features softened even more by pouty cotton candy lips and enormous amber eyes. Small pug nose blooms on center stage of the glowing, peachy skin, and soft bangs hover atop it. An aura of cushy burnt sienna hair surrounds the rotund face, flowing down past her shoulders and easing to a halt next to a plump, but healthy stomach. Chubby limbs are tipped with fragile fingers, an optical illusion next to all that weight.
A loose orchid dress flows to her ankles, a wide, leather belt strained upon against her midsection. Thin slabs of leather are tied to the soles of her feet with thin wherhide straps, each evenly dyed a bright vermillion. Small wristbands and anklets, each made of crimson cloth finish her bodily decor, evidence of one thing: Leeka's a girl that's more of a fan of color than others would like.
Carrying:
Shallandra Montagne
Charisma

Leshana chuckles. "Thanks, I'd better get back to work..I have twelve shirts to be fixed thanks to those goats..it'll take a while to get over that incident."

From Sky Above the Central Bowl, Ninalyth goes ::between::

Toria scoops up the brown and gets up herself, wandering over to Rosalth. "Well, no presents for Eos, so we shall come back later." Without a word, the weyrwoman mounts and prepares herself and the little brown to take off.

Toria swings to Rosalth's back, settling between two neckridges.

Leshana walks toward West Entrance.

Fiana goes home.

Rosalth flies toward Sky Above the Central Bowl.
From Sky Above the Central Bowl, Rosalth instantaneously disappears into the
great big nothing called ::between::!

Dallaney chuckles. "She's young enough to sleep for new, but later..." Weyrbrat snickers, the stereotypical /good/-kid, touching the one on her shoulder lightly. Hoping the girl doesn't notice her own, of course, she straightens with head tilting downwards angularly.

Leeka nods, rolling her eyes upwards to aim for the other weyrkid. "I know..." she whispers again, indicating the three lying, always somewhere around her, though the possessive Shallandra nudges her way back onto the girl's lap, snitching some of the sleeping green's pile.

Willow walks in from NorthWest Bowl.
Willow walks toward Northeastern Bowl.
Willow walks in from Northeastern Bowl.
Willow walks toward Southwestern Bowl.

Leeka whips out a stylus and begins penning a note.
Leeka has arrived.
Leeka finishes whatever note she was writing and pays attention again.

Dallaney sniffs condescendingly. "Right." she says, then shuts her mouth again. "Its been boring around here." Next words are hissed, almost out of mid-air, certainly not requiring any provocation.

Calliope languishes in her small pile of meat, uneaten bits sniffed at, but not touched but her own already-full maw. With a final burst of energy, a lunge is made onto Leeka's lap, pushing the other green out of the way, as Leeka replies, "I dunno, 'lways fin' /somethin'/ t'do... Not unexciting with alla people to play with..." The idiotic babble goes on, combined with a bright, cheeky grin from the younger girl.

"Play?" Dallan near spits the word out, but refrains herself on noting the girl's youth. The foolishness of the young, and of girls, yes. So she merely smiles coolly, a sharp shake of the russet head the only indication of her disagreement.

Willow walks in from NorthWest Bowl.
Willow walks toward Southeast Bowl.

Leeka nods, more than a bit of confidence in her tone as she confirms, "/Play/. And watch... There's a lot of nice people here, you jus' hafta watch 'em. And some play songs f' me, too, like m'm Tiska, who's /very/ nice..." Shal hisses at the invading green, but none of the other two make any objections as they dive onto the abandoned pile.

Dallaney turns her gaze towards the sky in thought. "May-be. Tossing the boys into the lake sometimes is fun." comes the reluctant concession before she begins looking bemusedly at Leeka again. "And I don't know songs." Not many, anyway, as child's decreasing contempt for harpers has yet to dissolve.

Leeka giggles lightly at the comment about boys, though her consistancy-of-butter mind is being slowly moved towards the 'tired' side of life. Eyes closing, then jerking open, she smiles upwards. "Songs're fun... 'specially m'm Tiska's songs, 'cause they sounds like weather..."

Verinicia has arrived.
Verinicia arrives.
Verinicia goes home.

Willow walks in from Southeast Bowl.
Willow smiles
Willow walks toward Northeastern Bowl.

Dallaney nods slightly, mockingly intoning. "I suppose you like /all/ songs?" Sarcasm in her words here as small weyrbrat rocks from toe to toe lazily, quick fingers flicking over grubby face in a scrubbing motion. "What's wrong with you anyways? Used to sleeping ear-ly?" She grins, vague presence of another being ignored for a time.

Leeka nods sleepily, a gigantic yawn escaping her, almost in conjunction with the newest green. "I do likes lotsa songs, and m'm Vir, 'r another nanny use'ly makes me go t'sleep purty early, though I think 's the little dragon wanting to go t'sleep..." She wrinkles her nose, pudgy features compacting in an attempt to knock off the feeling of weariness.

Dallaney smirks. "I never let them affect me." She answers, absently rubbing at her forehead. Gruffly, she adds. "Go take you nap. /Some/ kids seem to need one, never figured why." Not to mention that people seldom make her, or succeed anyway.

Leeka just looked at you.

Leeka looks at the older girl, ready to take her advice. "Maybe they's tired, too, hmm?" she replies to the comment, letting out another undignified yawn. Smacking lips, she scoops the green into her arms, watching as the others gather around her, Shallandra fluttering her way to Leeka's head. "I dunno... Maybe 's just a little thing, hmm?" Resorting to flattery, the girl is.

Dallaney frowns, not understanding. "What is a little thing?" She asks in slight exasperation, eyes following the fluttering 'lizards's motions.

Leeka furrows her eyebrows, trying to remember her father's exact words. "An ex-haus-ted 'n youth-ful nu-ance into a state of un-cons-cious-ness." Prideful smugness is taken in the large vocabulary, and she trundles off, pleased.

Leeka calls Calliope closer.
Leeka walks toward West Entrance.

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