D'ney Logs: Blackness, Darkness, Hopelessness

The following is a log of roleplay on Star Stones MOO, logged by D'ney.
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.

Weyrling Grounds

When in use by a class of Weyrlings, the Weyrlings' training ground area is
often busy with Weyrling pairs employed in practice drills or relaxing. The
air space overhead can be a danger zone to those not used to the antics that
young pairs tend to engage in, often seeming crowded as young dragonets test
their wings. The ground area seems spacious, never being quite as cramped as
the area overhead. Well-worn paths in the packed sand show the take-offs and
landings that many Turns have dug. The southeast section of the bowl is
northwest from here and in the southeastern direction is where the Weyrling
pairs call 'home'.

Perched somewhere up high, you see Setebos.
Halis and Betha are here.
The following dragons are here: Muppeth, Llywith, Murath, Olexath, Nhaeth, and
Remorth
From here you can go:
Lake Weyrling Barracks

The current weather report:
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IgenW: Center Bowl Area (#5491)
A vault of stars cover the skies, although mere edges are lit, still by a
gentle rose blush come from somewhere unknown. Even the harshness of the
landscape doesn't seem to bad, with, instead the chill compensating for the
trials during light. Belior is slightly less than three-quarters full and
Timor is a quarter full. It is a summer night.
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(Nhaeth) [*] Remorth --((Weyrlings please come to the weyrling grounds for
lessons))--

[+][IW-MLC] Eir groans in annoyance at a sudden voice in her head, attempting
to tuck her veggies into a leafy thing single-handed. "Echo... we gotta go.
Aidubaith says lessons are starting!"

Halis is here and all set, though she's rather uptight at the moment after
looking over the lessons chart. And Olexath's current state of ...
obliviousness, isn't helping any either. She spurts off her usual salute at
Betha whenever the AWLM happens to enter the room, but her attention is soon
switched back to Olexath.

Nhaeth isn't here. His bulk is shadowed, as best it can be, by the raised
shelter of mantled wings. His muzzle twitch-twitches over his curve of
shoulder, peeking out to check on the proceedings behind him.

Echo skulks in from Southeast Bowl.
Kezasuth has arrived.
Echo drops Kezasuth.

Eir shuffles in from Southeast Bowl.
Aidubaith has arrived.

Betha stands near her mount waiting for the weyrlings to find their way from
where ever it is they are coming freom. Oh by the gold dragon that spawned
them all let this be over soon. She claps her hands, "C'mon, com'on!" Ah,
here they come.

D'ney comes up from the other way -- the barracks exit -- coming to a halt by
Halis. She pokes, even, just to startle. "Hey. What're we learning?"
Never mind Betha just yet.

D'ney
Short, slightly gaunt around the edges, this adolescent bears Igen's glare in
the burnt brownness of her skin. Uncertain growth has worked away the
childish plumpness from the avid angles of nose and chin, further accenting
pinched features with their harsh planes and abrupt peaks. Below forehead's
darkness, a primal acidity informs her hazel eyes, restrained by stubborn
mahogany curls -- but flaring inevitably into the compact rebellion of a
muscled shape and habitually agile motion.
A golden-yellow linen tunic drapes from her shoulders, straggling under a
thick jet belt at the waist and falling nearly to her hips. The trousers of
black linen are similarly buckled in to keep the outfit snug against the
hazards of adolescent frolic, its hems disppearing into a pair of
extra-polished wherhide boots.
Double cords of maize and jet intertwine in a single loop, complicated of late
by the tiny tail and tassel snaking out from the whole, joined with a brown
sisal ribbon to denote her rank as an Igen Weyr Senior Weyrling Wingsecond,
rider of Nhaeth.
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Rip

Eir dashes across the bowl, trailing half-eaten veggies in her wake as she
attempts to fit what's left of her leafy-green wrap into her mouth which only
ends up giving her chipmunk-cheeks. A salute is in order, though, and she
raises her hand, to her forehead, which shows off the orangeroot slice
clinging to her tunic.

A'sh, rider of Pokemonth chims to D'ney, "Buh-tween-een. Yep, yep...and I'm
gonna be the best buh-tween-er there is....gotta 'tween 'em all."

Halis is startled though she does manage an answer, "Lookit the chart. I
think the next one is betweening ..." Voice trails off as she turns her back
to Olexath and leans on his bluk slightly. A'sh answering the question is
also a good reason she trails off.

Echo reeks of spicecake all the way across the bowl. She joins the weyrling
group on Eir's feet, and hurriedly cross-eyes Kezasuth into wakefulness.
Poke. The green is sluggish in arriving on the scene.

Betha returns each of the weyrling's salutes with one of her own. "Right, as
A'sh said. Betweening." And thus begins her pacing, "Who can tell me about
between." Hands hang freely, clasped together, behind the assistant
weyrlingmaster's back, fingers wriggling just a bit in time with each step.

With a sleepy creel and a blink of eyes, Setebos slips off to sleep.
Setebos wakes up from his nap.

Echo has learned to raise her hand. She does so now.

Aidubaith snorts contemptuously at his rider's choice of food - he's more of a
meatatarian sort - but comes to rest on his haunches behind the girl who is
desperately trying to chew too big a mouthfull of food and having some spill
out her lips. Don't pick her, don't pick her...

D'ney cants a glance to A'sh, turning it into a glare once the target is
spotted. Betweener indeed. "Don't lose your hide behind and we'll all be
happier weyrlings, A'sh," she grunts, then crosses her arms uneasily,
uncrossing them immediately in order to salute. Ahem. "Black, blacker,
blackest," is her mutter. /Not/ comforting.

Well since Echo has her hand up, and Betha knows the weyrling is behind in a
lesson she'll choose her. "Ok, Echo...what can you tell me?" Ah, a smile
crosses her face as D'ney recounts the ol' axiom.

Echo flickers a grin D'ney's way. "It's dark, and cold, and you can't feel
anything, not even yourself. It's the space between all places. It allows you
to cross the world in as much time as it takes a woman to cough three times."
She changes the saying, just out of pique.

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Nhaeth is the boat washed in on the last tide, and as
facetious as they get. << Would today be a good day to go ... there? >>
Darkest flickers and lurks at the fringes of huddled, masted pinions.

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Olexath flicks on in, deep honey rich voice full of wonder.
<< Where's there? >>

What? Oh, a question was asked. Hearing Echo's answer Halis nods in
agreement, yup sounds good to her. Time to start paying attention now it
would seem.

With a sleepy creel and a blink of eyes, Setebos slips off to sleep.

The topic of the lesson barely permeates Eir's conciousness, but when it does,
the girl goes as bug-eyed as she was bulgey-cheeked before. Between!
Aidubaith snakes his neck down and around, great big head and sparkling eye
peering at his rider.

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Kezasuth drifts on a handful of images remembered vicariously
from Hers' experiences between. Endless black, biting cold. Nothing, as best
as a dragon can conceive of it. >> No, << she announces, >> it would not. <<

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Olexath still has not a clue what's going on since his mind is
quite elsewhere at the moment. Though tinges of copper lace his speach. <> He still doesn't know where though.

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Aidubaith bubbles with curiosity and froths with impatience to
explore this final frontier. The sky is not enough for this thrillseeker. <<
Betweeeeen. >> He draws the syllables out, crackling with electrical smoke.

"Very good Echo. And as D'ney so put it with the old adage. A dragon, or
firelizard is quick to get from one place to another." Pacing ceases.
"Betweening is a simple thing. Clear your mind of thought then just imagine
the place you would like to go. Crom, Igen, Telgar, Keroon...where ever you
wish to go, your dragon will take you." Rider comes to a halt to look at the
weyrlings, each and everyone of them. "Do not attempt going between if your
mind is not clear or you have a vague image. If you need an image of a
destination, get in touch with the watchrider of they are available or
another dragon. So you see, you aren't totally without a source to get an
image."

D'ney has a furrowed brow, crossed arms, and a concerned look to boot. A new
mask, this time. Irises scissored out of focus, the weyrling stands, and
listens. Nods at Echo and Betha, offering an observation, almost to herself:
"Dragons need it in order to survive, to kill Thread." Fingers wriggle in
profound annoyance. "It's dangerous, to not have an image." And that's as
far as she will go.

Halis simply wrinkles her nose, somewhat comforted by the fact that /someone/
will have a good image to send if needed, but she nods with agreement at
D'ney. She just hopes that with the way her mind has been lately she'll be
able to come up with clear images for her Lexie.

"Very good D'ney....I see somebody has been doing a bit of studying." Betha
reiterates, "It is very dagerous to do so. WIthout an image, you are lost
forever." Rider rubs her neck briefly with splayed fingers, "I would also
like to mention, if nobody else has bothered to do so. WHEN you fly against
thread, it is better to have your dragon flame the thread, or catch the
thread and take it between than to let it fall to the ground and make a
burrow. For every dragon that is not thread scored there's probably three or
four dragons who are."

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Nhaeth wants to go too -- far, far, farther on, but adds
plaintive rejoinder: << We could fly to wherever we want. The ground is good
to watch. >> The conduit is useless, he so explicitly insinuates amidst the
mirrored middleground of lake and sand, sand and lake.

Eir finds Betha's advice very good, even if it's the stuff she's supposed to
be studying. Aidubaith refrains from pacing, but the end of his tail darts
about like a hyperactive rodent, tapping and flopping about. The statistic,
though, makes her shiver; Threadfall was her main incentive for ducking and
hiding on the Sands.

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Kezasuth doesn't bother to hide a conflict of emotions. >> If
there were not Thread, << she complains, >> We could wander all we liked
/without/ ::between::. << Echo and Kezasuth starring in Unaffiliated,
starting Fox fall.

Echo does not appear to be bothered by the statistics. Thread has not touched
her reality yet. She is young and immortal. She does, however, listen close.

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Olexath lets the copper oooze out of his words, their honeyed
richness comming back. << But it'd be fun to go between. Wouldn't it? >>

D'ney would deny the studying charge more vehemently at another time, not now
though; she's more intent on listening to both 'mate and teacher.
"Thread-fighting takes lives," says she morbidly, resignedly, if only to
distract from the without-an-image-you-are-lost part.

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Aidubaith chuckles with madman's laughter and the dank smell
of things that rot - graveyards are not know to Pern, after all. << It is the
/ultimate/ shadow. The space between. >>

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Nhaeth burrows in sand, within and without. He is looking for
Water, big buff dragon that he is. Yes.

Halis kinda thought that they were talking about betweening and not fighting
thread, but she's more than happy to listen to people talk about thread.
WHen she actually has anything to say her mouth might actually open so the
words can come out.

Betha squats down, "I'm going to take you all for a flight. Your first
between point you will learn, and should now be fully familiar with is a spot
above the center bowl. I will have Remorth image the spot and your dragons
can get it from him. Then we will fly up there to make sure that your
dragons have the correct image." Standing back up, a boot stomps down onto a
scurrying bug, "That's right D'ney. I've seen way to many weyrlings just
dissappear. Never to see the next day, after going between."

Olexath turns his attention from whatever had managed to catch his interest
and quietly emits one of his unusual croons. The sharp note piercing the
rough quite of the room. << We're doing somethin! >> Easily amused.

Eir continues to wiggle like a bowl of Jello given a firm whack, trembling
with nervous energy. Her palms are prolly sweaty too, since she keeps rubbing
them on her pants compulsively. She echoes a squeak on the heels of
Olexath's, startled by the noise.

D'ney eyes Betha evenly through narrowed eyes and a lowered guard. "Scorch
it, no one's gonna die this time." Except the bug. More are sought after on
the ground.

Betha looks around then over to Olexath and smiles. "Ok, Remorth has a spot
bove the bowl...if you would all ask your dragons to learn the spot from
Remorth we'll then go up and see if that's the right spot."

Echo is not so eager to echo D'ney. Kezasuth fidgets, and the weyrling sets a
hand upon her shoulder. "It's not so bad," she comforts. "Really."

Eir closes her eyes in an expression of hard concentration, Aidubaith
obnoxiously nosing his head under her hand for the reassuring touch of his
certainly solid self to accompany his almost arrogant sense of confidence.
"Yeah. I think that's right, Aid," she murmurs near one of his headknobs,
eliciting a rumble from the bronw; of course it is - /his/ rider doesn't mess
up.

Betha glances to D'ney, "Right nobody is going to die. Oh, and no betweening
into the caverns, other folks' weyrs or things indoors. The areas are to
cramped and you wouldn't want your dragon's tail to be stuck in a wall or
something."

Halis winces for Olexath's sake at the thought of a tail caught in anything.
She doesn't hardly react to his odd croon since she hears it often enough.
Though a hand does get placed along his neck as she makes sure that he's got
the right image and whatnot.

Echo winces. Way to reassure the dragon, Betha. She squints, though, and
concentrates. "Yeah. Good, Kess. Sharper focus. I can't tell where the sun's
coming from right now. Yeah. Good. Just like that."

D'ney goes to Nhaeth, since Nhaeth will not go to her. "Go it one at a time,
and we'll be okay," she argues, addressing an averted snout with half an
expletive, "...Can't be that." A cluster of tiny wings flutter in concert --
a trio of wild firelizards alight from the young dragon's neckridges. To
Betha, she grimaces.

"Has that /happened/?" Eir worries aloud, very small and Piglet-ish in the
face of such challenges and horrors. Catching Echo's comments to her
lifemate, she goes back to brooding anxiously over her and Aidubaith's image,
refining and tweaking.

It's not Betha's job to reassure, it's her job to teach. "And I hope that
your dragons are quick enough, to NOT go between if you should fall off...get
your dragon or another dragon to catch you." Ah a weyrling speaks up, "That
certainly is a good question. Would you like to see the reminents of such a
tragic mishap? It's just outside the weyr."

Halis definately would not like to see anything like that. Olexath on the
other hand is up for it if his newly excited appearance is any sort of
indicator, and it is.

Eir goes a shade paler, already a few degrees less tan than most of the
Igenites. "No, ma'am," she informs Betha after a strong gulp. Already queasy,
and not even up in the air yet.

D'ney's grimace fades, in lieu of which she stubs nails at her pair of flight
straps. They hold together, thankfully. Nhaeth's lanky length shifts
faintly, caught by the breeze of worries and assurances.

"Ok....Now that I've scared you all out of your wits, let's get skywards and
do a little familiarization flying...our first point, is of course then
destination that you just picked up from Remorth. From there we will do a
little flying about. Then we'll of course between back to the weyr."

(Nhaeth) Remorth sees: Nhaeth does not know how to say this -- scarlets and
harper blue bump anxiously against one another in his inferno of a mind.
Rhythmic thumps are nearly audible at back. <>

Halis lets out all air she'd been holding in while Olexath wanted to go see
the evidence of a dragon stuck in rock. He still wants to see it mind you,
but less now than a few moments ago. Finally Halis manages to open her
mouth, only to say, "Sounds good to me. Where're we flying to?" Might as
well find out now just because.

(Nhaeth) [-] Remorth --((If you are injured then you'll not be going))--

Eir listens to the instructions as if her life depended on it - and it very
well does, in this case. The girl grabs onto a metal strap, hesitating for
the confrimation to mount up before she actually does.

(Nhaeth) Remorth sees: Nhaeth does not know, oh he doesn't. <> A shadow looms, and all speech drains away,
replaced by, oddly, a long curving letter 'O'.

Echo doesn't ask, just climbs up. Her main concern is de-spooking the dragon,
who still fidgets, still shifts in place.
Echo mounts Kezasuth.

Betha turns a quick glance to D'ney, "D'ney...It has been relayed to me that
Nhaeth is probably injured. Please check it out. If there is a problem then
you'll be staying behind." She looks to everybody, "Ok, mount up...first
stop...Nothern Bowl...Then we'll make our way that-a-way." Hand flicks
towards some direction indicating Lemos perhaps. "Does that answer your
question Halis?"

Betha clambers up limb and straps, finally settling on Remorth's neck.

Halis nods, "Well enough." She then slips up Olexath's side.
Scrambling quickly up Olexath's deep crystal blue forelimb, Halis soon settles
between iridescent ridges of pure midnight.

Lucky, it seems, that the nervous mounts have been placed with the phlegmatic
riders, and vice versa. Up Eir goes, taking deep breaths and suppressing her
re-belly-on from her middle.
Eir mounts Aidubaith.

"You got that, right?" That's D'ney checking on Nhaeth. D'ney whose voice
rises on an oblique alto pitch. "He's not injured, Assistant Weyrlingmaster.
I checked just this morning. He's fine." The coiled brown inclines his head
in assurance, and the teen clambers up, hand over hand.

You mount Nhaeth.

Inky dollops of dusty rose salmon coalesce the creases of his vast expanse of
seasoned black cherry hide, cluttering into gangly extremities seeped in
sepia before vanishing beneath a facade of dusky darkness. Sleek sheets of
lengthy mocha-washed wings drizzled with an ethereal edge of frosty pink
coral veins engulf him, cluttering the smooth, rounded ridges that bud from
his elongated neck and rosewood headknobs, leaving only a whim of the large,
expressive eyes that light his nervous triangular head. Hints of deep well
metallicy limn his soot-smudged physique, creating golden glimpses that
overshadow the disproportions and discrepancies and glitter the lengthy
starscape frame from rich hazelnut tail to clever ebon talons with heroic
motes of succulent, suffering incandescence.
Leather as brown as his dark hide winds over his bony length, whorling
patterns where the ridges shrink into nothing and girding his underbelly's
frail jet.
Nhaeth is 1 Turn, 7 Months, and 13 Days old.
D'ney is riding Nhaeth

(Nhaeth) Astride Remorth, Betha yells over to Echo, "Since you've missed
formation flying and the others haven't. I want you in the back of the
line." To reiterate, "Ok weyrlings, get into a line formation with Echo in
the back...there after, I want the line formation by colour behind Remorth."

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Nhaeth uncoils hesitantly, fretting with ribbons of anxiety.
<< Is everyone all right? >> Besides /him/, that is.

You buckle the straps securely around yourself.

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Olexath is rather more than alright, finally some adventure.
Slips of ice blue and gold mingle about his speach. << This'll be fun! >>
Leave the worrying up to his rider, that's his motto.

(Nhaeth) Settled in amongst Olexath's icy ridges of pure midnight, Halis
buckles the straps securely around herself.

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Kezasuth shuts herself away from the wider link. Leaks of
darkness seethe from behind her self-built wall.

(Nhaeth) [-] Aidubaith wiggles a query of acrid smoke into your mind,
unignorable but unobtrusive. << Would you like to be in front of my rider and
I? She's nervous, and yours isn't. >>

(Nhaeth) Astride Aidubaith, Eir buckles the straps securely around herself.

(Nhaeth) Astride Remorth, Betha looks over her charges, "Ok to the sky!" Hand
gives the signal to take to the sky.

(Nhaeth) Remorth lets his wings caress the air moving his bulk toward Sky
Above Weyrling Grounds.

(Nhaeth) Aidubaith swoops on wings of smokey London fog toward Sky Above
Weyrling Grounds.

(Nhaeth) Sky Above Weyrling Grounds
(Nhaeth)
(Nhaeth) A combination of delighted cries and vigilant trumpets permeate the
general proximity of this area; a danger zone, many have dubbed it. Spared
the feral contact of desert's windstorm, numerous weyrling pairs can be seen
aloft: scrupulous formations and airborne instructions often altering the
usable space within the area; closely squeezed bodies -- both dragon and
human -- adding to the already searing warmth that envelops all.
(Nhaeth)
(Nhaeth) Type 'ledges' to see a list of connected weyrs.
(Nhaeth) Light seeps into the nooks and crannies of the cliffs, limning them
with lambent light that soon grows to a full-blown blaze. It is pleasantly
warm and utterly dry. Belior is slightly less than three-quarters full and
Timor is a quarter full. It is a summer early morning.
(Nhaeth) Flittering around is Satler.
(Nhaeth) The following dragons are here: Remorth and Aidubaith

(Nhaeth) Aidubaith takes to the air with an uninhibited burst of wings that
send him zooming for the skies like a space shuttle with all three boosters
burning. Eir suffers the G's - or at least, some discomfort - as she rockets
upwards, mentally pulling the reins on her lifemate to bring him to a stop
before he ascends beyond the range of 'reasonable'.

(Nhaeth) Olexath has arrived.

(Nhaeth) Aidubaith sees: Nhaeth lets a shiver of scarlet lap up against you
and yours, then acquiesces quietly. << Yes, we will do that. >>

(Nhaeth) Astride Remorth, Betha looks over her shoulder to watch the arrival
of the weyrling dragons....No sense yelling, the wind is to much..hehehe...

(Nhaeth) Satler goes ::between::

(Nhaeth) Kezasuth has arrived.

(Nhaeth) Astride Nhaeth, D'ney is the grim nodder. Or not so grim--a grin
slips out of nowhere to adorn her dark features. Knees bend as her legs
cling tight on reflex, dragging even tauter when Nhaeth completes the
formation, leaping a-wing with raised wingtips. He is brave, and on the case.

(Nhaeth) Settled in amongst Olexath's icy ridges of pure midnight, Halis is
well used to flying around on Olexath is rather relaxed about this part so
she just sits back and enjoys the view.

(Nhaeth) Remorth lets his wings caress the air moving his bulk toward Sky
Above Southeast Bowl.

(Nhaeth) Sky Above Southeast Bowl
(Nhaeth)
(Nhaeth) As with the land below, this area's cooler temperature is the
generation of hatching sand's everlasting fervor and the neighboring lake's
stimulating refuge; whilst the adjacent section of the area leads towards the
shrouded privacy of the Weyrling barracks. Serene currents - compared to the
remainder of the weyr - promenade throughout, giving a smooth, effortless
flight for those aloft, while the nearby aroma of the lake promises a cool
haven from the sometimes brutal enviroment of Igen.
(Nhaeth)
(Nhaeth) Type 'ledges' to see a list of connected weyrs.
(Nhaeth) Light seeps into the nooks and crannies of the cliffs, limning them
with lambent light that soon grows to a full-blown blaze. It is pleasantly
warm and utterly dry. Belior is slightly less than three-quarters full and
Timor is a quarter full. It is a summer early morning.
(Nhaeth) The following dragons are here: Remorth

(Nhaeth) Olexath has arrived.
(Nhaeth) Aidubaith has arrived.
(Nhaeth) Kezasuth has arrived.

(Nhaeth) Astride Aidubaith, Eir slowly relaxes in the air, muscle by muscle
uncoiling as the brown rumbles his approval. After all - he's the only way to
fly.

(Nhaeth) Remorth flickers in, shimmering warm soothing waters seem to wash
across the silent link -((Ok, formation change. inverted Vee...to make this
safe one dragon move at a time..who ever is behind me move...when that dragon
is in position the other dragon is to take the position on the opposite side.
))- Or something like that.

(Nhaeth) Olexath waits his turn, not moving from his spot until he can move
into place. Dobedo.

(Nhaeth) Nhaeth swings on the tides, wings caressing the thermals as he
follows at regulation distance from their wingleader. The fitfulness has
left him, at least, and he flies with valour; the command finds him tilting
slightly in order to slide behind Remorth, a warning tossed to Aidubaith at
back.

(Nhaeth) Astride Aidubaith, Eir grasps the concept of their formation
rearrangement easily, as does her mount, and the pair hover - a challenge for
the brown with a penchant for high-soaring. As D'ney moves, she urges him
around the dragons and into position.

(Nhaeth) Remorth lets his wings caress the air moving his bulk toward Sky
Above Center Bowl.
(Nhaeth) Aidubaith swoops on wings of smokey London fog toward Sky Above
Center Bowl.

(Nhaeth) Sky Above Center Bowl
(Nhaeth)
(Nhaeth) Gusts of scalding, ruthless winds circumvent within this focal point
of the weyr's airspace, unpredictable in their multi-directional entrances;
below, dragons and humans converge amidst the mesmerizing architecture of the
central bowl area, though their presence rarely obstructs the sheer splendor
of the weyr. Ledges, each spanning an entire dragonlength apart, align upon
weyr's sand-scoured walls, their occupants often seen basking during the
day's zenith. Nearby, the inviting crystal-clear waters of the lake shimmers,
sand- and sun-burnt bodies resting upon its inviting shores.
(Nhaeth)
(Nhaeth) Light seeps into the nooks and crannies of the cliffs, limning them
with lambent light that soon grows to a full-blown blaze. It is pleasantly
warm and utterly dry. Belior is slightly less than three-quarters full and
Timor is a quarter full. It is a summer early morning.

(Nhaeth) Olexath has arrived.
(Nhaeth) Kezasuth has arrived.

(Nhaeth) Remorth's wings caress the buffeting winds. He and rider having a
good time of it all. Ah, to be wingleader...yep yep.

(Nhaeth) From Sky Above Weyr Lake, Olexath carefully tilts gunmetal carressed
wings toward Sky High Above the Weyr Lake.
(Nhaeth) Kezasuth flies toward Sky Above Northeast Bowl.
(Nhaeth) From Sky Above Northeast Bowl, Kezasuth flies toward Sky High Above
Northeast Bowl.
(Nhaeth) Aidubaith swoops on wings of smokey London fog toward Sky High Above
Center Bowl.
(Nhaeth) Aidubaith has arrived.
(Nhaeth) Aidubaith swoops on wings of smokey London fog toward Sky Above Weyr
Lake.

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Remorth -((Ok weyrling dragons...pass to your riders that they
are to envision the spot to Igen's NW bowl...When you all are ready let me
know...my rider will let tell you all when to go between.))-

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Olexath attempts to keep the excitement out of his voice. <<
Okie. >>

(Nhaeth) Aidubaith discovers Remorth's warning to be particularly accurate, a
sudden gust sending him tilting to the left in a steep turn and causes Eir to
shriek and grasp at the leather. Luckily, the girl's done a good job in
stitching, and it holds.

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Kezasuth affirms. >> Ready. <<

(Nhaeth) Nhaeth is in line, thermals held fisted in his finger-joints and tail
waving erratically behind him. He wobbles once in the new air, then steadies
by flattening out, leaning into the currents fore and aft. A foolish
draconic grin lights up his duskiness, only to fade as the next order is
relayed.

(Nhaeth) There's a tell-tale flicker of overwhelming darkness, but you sense
that Nhaeth is ready to go ::between::.

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Aidubaith fizzes and snaps, electric current bringing his
musty thoughts to life. << Ready! >>

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Nhaeth is one big tremor. << --Ready, sir. >>

(Nhaeth) Remorth swings the formation about with careful precision. His order
is to the dragons to maintain formation so his rider can see them from where
he takes up a new position. --((When you get to your destination...let me
know...Then rider and I will know you are safe....that goes for all of
you....Ok Olexath...go between!))-

(Nhaeth) Olexath gets to go first? Wheee. He pauses for a moment to make
sure he has the correct image from both Remmy and Halis before off he goes....

(Nhaeth) Aidubaith goes ::between::

(Nhaeth) Olexath goes ::between::

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Olexath can't keep the excitement out of his voice, copper and
gold freely flowing about his honeyed bass voice. <>

(Nhaeth) Olexath sees: Nhaeth floods the link with a crystalline joy that
briefly surpasses his own nervousness. << Your rider is all right? You are
too? >>

(Nhaeth) Astride Remorth, Betha gasps, "#$&*(%&#$! Weyrlings, what in the
&*#$%&*(#2285$ was Eir thinking! By the first egg! That weyrling is going to
get it!"

(Nhaeth) [-] Olexath continues to let the copper and gold flow about. <<
She's shaken but is calming down. It was /cold/. >>

(Nhaeth) Astride Kezasuth, Echo cheers. "Way to go, Eir!" Even if she won't be
heard.

(Nhaeth) [*] Remorth --((Aidubaith! Are you alright?!))--

(Nhaeth) [*] Chesketh lifts his head and lets out a slightly worried cat's
eye-colored haze of thought: <<What happened?>>

(Nhaeth) Astride Remorth, Betha calms down then has Remorth send the next
dragon...She'll kill Eir later.

(Nhaeth) Olexath sees: Nhaeth shudders through his embarrassment, but the
litany goes on: << We are brave weyrlings. Betweening is ... is ... easy. >>

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Remorth --((Kezasuth, go between!!))--

(Nhaeth) [*] Aidubaith fizzles with brief confusion, bubbles popping. <<
Shouldn't I be? Eir envisioned the place - I went between. It is as it should
be. >> Just... early?

(Nhaeth) Kezasuth goes ::between::

(Nhaeth) [-] Olexath would giggle if he were the giggling type. Instead his
draconic laughter rumbles like thunder across the link. << Easy indeed.
Just need a good picture of the place. >>

[+][IWWeyrlings] Echo pretends that she posed that Kessy was more terrified of
::between:: and all that, and delayed longlonglong and finally went and now
is happy. Yay. :P

(Nhaeth) [*] Remorth --((Olexath, you and Aidubaith are to go to the weyrling
traing grounds right now...Aidubaith, your rider is to be doing pushups until
my rider gets there. Olexath's rider will watch yours to make sure there is
compliance.))-- Twangs of anger fill his voice.

(Nhaeth) [*] Fyseith bubbles slowly, glorps of molasses joining with a soft
set of green and red. << Is everything alright? >>

(Nhaeth) Astride Nhaeth, D'ney is busy psyching up Nhaeth, hence ignores the
bustle, though she does glance up gratefully when another dragon arrives --
safely -- on the other side.

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Remorth --((Nhaeth, go when you are ready. And let me know
when you make it...you can do it.))--

(Nhaeth) [*] Olexath calms down at Remmy's words, slightly dissappointed. <<
Do I have to go back too, really? Watching someone do pushups is no fun at
all. >> His rich honey voice seems slower but he goes along anyhow.

(Culpa) Olexath strides with a grace not oft seen in a dragon in from Weyrling
Grounds.

(Nhaeth) Nhaeth obeys, trammelled up by duty and obligation. Nostrils
flaring, he dashes his wings, hard, willing for that essential lift and blink
between. Going, going...

(Nhaeth) Sky Above Lower Range
(Nhaeth)
(Nhaeth) Abraded mountains hardly afford a considerable amount of shade to the
ground below that bakes beneath the day's heat and is numbed by the night's
chill. A sandy border lurks within the west centered by a border of
blackened rock that eventually leads into the calm, soothing river in the
east. Dotted by cacti and flora the mountainous area of the north gives way
to the deserted plains of the south, the forceful winds that split the two
enough to cause trouble for any rider, inexperienced or experienced.

(Culpa) Eir shuffles in from Weyrling Grounds.
(Culpa) Aidubaith strolls dapperly in from Weyrling Grounds.
(Culpa) Settled in amongst Olexath's icy ridges of pure midnight, Halis
unbuckles the riding straps from herself.
(Culpa) Assisted by a massive deep crystal blue forelimb, Halis slips down
from the icy expanse that is Olexath.

(Nhaeth) Remorth watches on...--((C'mon ol' boy...you can do it....go
between....it is a short trip.))--

(Culpa) Aidubaith paces in confusion as Eir, a faint hint of tears lurking in
the corners of her eyes as she begins to attempt push-ups, not phyisically
coordinated to do very many very fast. More often than not, she ends up
face-down in the dirt.

(Nhaeth) [*] Remorth snorts --((Disobediant weyrlings....))--

(Nhaeth) Nhaeth is still here, incidentally, wearing a pained look. His bulk
shudders against the confining currents, tries to go -elsewhere-, but
doesn't. D'ney has some pity left in her: nose screws up and hands flail on
both sides. "C'mon, Nhaeth. Just this once, you'll see. It's simple."

(Nhaeth) [*] Chesketh rumbles quietly through the mindvoice. <<Remorth, they
are young and not very smart. Cut them a little slack. Just a little.>>

(Culpa) Halis frowns at Eir as she dismounts, "Just had to go early didn't
you?" Ok, /she/ isn't too upset, it's just stuff being passed along to her
from Olexath. With a sigh Halis relents and sits down infront of Eir, "Come
on, you can do these. After tossing firestone sacks around you should be
built enough to do them." She's trying to be encouraging you see. Olexath
meanwhile curls up behind his rider, watching.

(Nhaeth) [*] Olexath snorts right back. <> So
there?

(Nhaeth) [*] Alabeth croons muzzily. << If he cuts them slack now, they may
die later. He is terrible, but they must learn to remember these things. >>

(Nhaeth) Remorth sees: Nhaeth is sure he knows that cold. And the place,
come to think of it. A notion creeps in, of turning tail and zooming back to
Igen's Bowl. Where it's safe.

(Culpa) Cocoa watches the pushup doin' weyrling, his head going up and down in
time.

(Nhaeth) [*] Chesketh snorts. <<No no no. Not a lot. My rider says they
aren't even saluting regularly. They should be, but they aren't. That's
slack, isn't it?>>

(Nhaeth) Remorth lumbers for a bit then swoops down to take a position next to
the brown. --((Come on. Just a quick trip now....would you have me bite your
tail to get you to do it?))--

(Nhaeth) [*] Fyseith :is warm and gushy and nearly apathetic, now that the
sense of impending danger has passed; his vaguely fizzy caramel response to
all this is: << They will learn with time, but Remorth is right to be
careful. >> There.

(Nhaeth) Astride Nhaeth, D'ney is turning red underneath her tan. "Go, go,
you /do/ know it. There's sand, see, and sky." She snorts, a pleading
stance echoed in the wave of crooked elbows. Up and down, up and down.

(Nhaeth) [*] Aidubaith grumbles resentfully, wrappning night's cloak around
himself and letting dust settle on his stoney gargoyle silence.

(Nhaeth) [*] Olexath just gets all flustered and upset at all of the 'lings
being clumped together like they were one person and not bunches. Tendrils
of icy blue float along though not much else does for now.

(Nhaeth) Nhaeth is leery of bites. His tail, it's precious, too. But more
than that, D'ney is calling, and he heeds that call, sparkling all three lids
open. He /sees/.

(Nhaeth) There's a tell-tale flicker of overwhelming darkness, but you sense
that Nhaeth is ready to go ::between::.

(Nhaeth) Steeling himself, You go ::between::
(Nhaeth) ::between::
(Nhaeth) You hang in the freezing blackness of ::between::...
(Nhaeth) From here you can go:
(Nhaeth) Nowhere, it seems.
It's dark here. Very dark. Where did Pern go?
It's also rather cold. Extremely cold in fact.
And you can't breathe. Or move.
When is it going to end...?

(Nhaeth) Sky Above Northwest Bowl
(Nhaeth)
(Nhaeth) Activity flourishes - thrives! - amidst the sheltered area below;
wounded dragons frequently seen basking atop the weather-worn sandstone
overhanging of the infirmary. Igen's winds seem to have fled from this
fragment of the sky, the breezes steadfast and as predictable as they come.
Earthened whirlwinds are brought aloft by the push- and take-off of the
draconic inhabitants, visibility dwindling as one draws near the western sky
of the weyr.
(Nhaeth)
(Nhaeth) Type 'ledges' to see a list of connected weyrs.
(Nhaeth) Light seeps into the nooks and crannies of the cliffs, limning them
with lambent light that soon grows to a full-blown blaze. It is pleasantly
warm and utterly dry. Belior is slightly less than three-quarters full and
Timor is a quarter full. It is a summer early morning.

(Nhaeth) You materialise, wings beating away the last shreds of ::between::

(Nhaeth) [*] Remorth doesn't even echo his rider's thoughts about what was
picked up about non-saluting weyrlings.

(Culpa) Eir's tears pick up the dirt as she meets it again, and this is the
face she turns to up Halis. Not desparing, but intensely embarrassed. "I
didn't /mean/ to. I was just so nervous, and wanted to get over with it." She
continues to push herself up and down, only making one full pushup every
three.

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Nhaeth finds space for amusement, though his mental voice has
a shaky cringe in it as he relays. <>

(Nhaeth) Buggleing a greeting, Remorth winks in from ::between::

(Nhaeth) Remorth has arrived.

(Culpa) Halis nods, "I know deary, but things like that can be costly later.
You have to remember that. Now come on, keep going."

(Nhaeth) Sky Above Weyrling Grounds
(Nhaeth)
(Nhaeth) A combination of delighted cries and vigilant trumpets permeate the
general proximity of this area; a danger zone, many have dubbed it. Spared
the feral contact of desert's windstorm, numerous weyrling pairs can be seen
aloft: scrupulous formations and airborne instructions often altering the
usable space within the area; closely squeezed bodies -- both dragon and
human -- adding to the already searing warmth that envelops all.
(Nhaeth)
(Nhaeth) Type 'ledges' to see a list of connected weyrs.
(Nhaeth) Light seeps into the nooks and crannies of the cliffs, limning them with lambent light
that soon grows to a full-blown blaze. It is pleasantly
warm and utterly dry. Belior is slightly less than three-quarters full and
Timor is a quarter full. It is a summer early morning.

(Nhaeth) From Sky Above Southeast Bowl, Remorth has arrived.

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Olexath sends out a mental cheer for Nhaeth, his partner in
crime.

(Nhaeth) From Sky Above Southeast Bowl, Remorth lets his wings caress the air
moving his bulk toward Southeast Bowl.

You unbuckle the riding straps from yourself.

Weyrling Grounds

When in use by a class of Weyrlings, the Weyrlings' training ground area is
often busy with Weyrling pairs employed in practice drills or relaxing. The
air space overhead can be a danger zone to those not used to the antics that
young pairs tend to engage in, often seeming crowded as young dragonets test
their wings. The ground area seems spacious, never being quite as cramped as
the area overhead. Well-worn paths in the packed sand show the take-offs and
landings that many Turns have dug. The southeast section of the bowl is
northwest from here and in the southeastern direction is where the Weyrling
pairs call 'home'.

Betha is here.
The following dragons are here: Muppeth, Llywith, Murath, Remorth, and Nhaeth
From here you can go:
Lake Weyrling Barracks

D'ney dismounts from Nhaeth.

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Remorth --((All weyrlings and their dragons are to report
outside the barracks for any last orders.))--

(Nhaeth) [-] Olexath slips on in with his deep rumble. << Wasn't it /cold/? >>

(Culpa) Aidubaith lets out a terrible male roar at the injustice of it all,
already starting to forget the mistake that Eir's stuck remembering. As the
sound diees away, the girl lifts her head to wipe her tears and ask, "That
mean us, too?"

D'ney is relatively steady on her feet, in contrast to the weaving Nhaeth.
His tail is drooping again, but a vibrant verdancy also glimmers through the
oval orbs. "Scorch it," she curses again, one hand thumping on tanned hide
affectionately. "My work paid off. Had to recite those songs by heart
before he didn't see Between as some oversized trundlebug," is told to a
nearby person, before she swivels for the inevitable salute.

From Sky Above Weyrling Grounds, Chesketh has arrived.
Chesketh has arrived.
K'no dismounts from Chesketh.

(Culpa) Halis nods as she stands up, offering a hand to Eir, "Sure does. Come
on before she claims we're late."
(Culpa) Eir takes the hand, and strolls out the door with a hint of swagger to
regain her composure, Aidubaith following.
(Culpa) Eir shuffles toward Weyrling Grounds.

Eir has arrived.

(Culpa) Aidubaith strolls dapperly toward Weyrling Grounds.

Aidubaith has arrived.

(Culpa) Halis leads Olexath toward the Weyrling Grounds.
(Culpa) Halis walks with the usual spring in her step toward Weyrling Grounds.

Halis has arrived.
Halis leads Olexath from the Weyrling Barracks.

(Nhaeth) Olexath sees: Nhaeth can huff now. <> Adrenaline fuels his speech, buoyed by a
realisation of real success. It's fading though, as surely as his reticence
is returning.

Halis skittles (yum) on out, Olexath bounding in behind her, "Here we are."
Duh, oh well, it was all she could think to say. She's still trying to get
the chill out of her bones. Betweening in the 'ling uniform is not all that
fun.

Eir idly dabs at her face, hot from embarassment and a few tears and dusty
from landing on the floor of the barracks in the attempt of doing push-ups.
The girl keeps her head high, and even the salute she greets the
weyrlingmasters with is done with a burned intensity.

(Nhaeth) [-] Olexath tickles with icy blues that seem to hold the same
coldness of between. << Well my Halis is still cold from it so it must have
been cold. >> Granted, Halis is cold with a slight breeze hitting her skin.

Betha looks to the masses. She awaits the arrival of the other weyrlings.
"Very good work from all of you." Eyes glare at Eir, "And I do mean
everybody." Hands are clasped behind her back, the pacing begins, "First, I
would like to say that went rather well. Second...always carry a spare
rider's jacket with you for any passengers that might not have suitable
garb." Ok, so weyrling clothing isn't exactly suitable either but it would
do. "I am going to ask that you weyrlings that have had the betweening
lessons be allowed to pair up with a senior rider and they give you
familiarization flights to the outlying areas. There are many places to go,
so learn as many of them as you can. Enjoy the free time....But still, NO
Drinking! I will not have scatter brained weyrlings popping in and out of
between. Has anybody spoken to you all about getting fitted for your flying
leathers yeat?" Oh, and by this time Betha returns all the weyrling's
salutes.

Eir glares right back, only thinly veiled behind the excuse of paying close
attention to Betha's words. Hands fold behind her back and she settles into
an agressive sort of parade rest, awaiting her fate. Aidubaith lives up to
his reputation as monsterous, hulking in the background and scowling and
hissing at just about everything.

Flying leathers? Nope, Halis hasn't heard a single thing about them...though
they would be nice, far better to look at anyhow. She leans against
Olexath's bulk trying to calm him down since he's going on about visiting
Crom now. Seems that's one thing he won't forget ... mostly thanks to Halis
not forgetting though. "So we can go places now?"

D'ney is standing near Nhaeth, slapping him at neck's base where the pulse
beats erratic. Her hair is tousled, her lips quirked at some secret joke.
"We should go raid the stores after this, find some extra jackets." Saves
them from making their own at any rate. "Don't think I've heard about
leathers," she adds to the various responses going around.

Betha stops her pacing. "let me check on that first Halis." Then to D'ney,
"Yes, get your extra stuff from the caverns. As for your first pair...I was
brought in a little late into the game at being an instructor, so I'll ask
somebody a bit more...knowledgeable." And thus she turns to Chesketh's rider,
"K'no. When will the weyrlings be fitted for flying leathers? And should I
have the weyrlings wait for S'not's approval in flying with other riders for
the familiarization flights?"

K'no has been leaning against Chesketh's bulk the whole time. Yup, didn't see
him there, didja? "Hmmm... I know in telgar they've gotten fitted early on
in the lessons, but that's for the cold. I would suppose that, because our
'lings are learning betweening now, that they should start getting fitted
ASAP. And," K'no continues, looking up and walking away from Chesketh's
side, "I don't think that you /have/ to have S'not's approval unless it's
with full-grown riders. You could probably just stick them with a Senior
Weyrling like you said earlier and that would be good. I'd ask S'not about
it, though."

Eir notices K'no, but is non-plussed. In her life, K'no and personal tradgedy
seem to skip hand in hand.

D'ney saw Chesketh, not his rider. Meanwhile, Nhaeth is eyeing the hulking
Aidubaith and attempting to bare his teeth. Or something like that; he gets
his tongue out and flicks it over his muzzle before giving up the ghost.

Halis meeps. K'no's around? Erf, indeed his is. At seeing the origional
'Scarey Rider', Halis smooshes further into Olexath's bulk, causing the blue
to blink a bit at his silly rider. After several moments she calms down and
registers the answer, "So we should get leathers and see about finding
someone to show us places then?"

Betha nods, "Very well then... Weyrlings, see about getting yourself some
flying leathers. In the mean time find something suitable in the lower
caverns....Go head and na...I mean ask a senior rider to take you places.
The previous weyrling rules still apply...No drinking, no sex, and what ever
else they've told you. Now before I release you, Halis! Get the weyrlings
mounted up and into the sky...I want you all to learn the skies right above
where I'm standing as a between point." Rider nods to Halis, "Yes! And if I
hear of any rumors of you 'lings having any sort of intimate contact you will
be punished to the fullest extent that I can muster."

Halis tries really hard not go giggle as she turns to mount up, "Yes'um."

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Olexath rumbles over. << You heard Betha, get your riders
mounted and let's go. >>

Scrambling quickly up Olexath's deep crystal blue forelimb, Halis soon settles
between iridescent ridges of pure midnight.

K'no snickers quietly at the 'ling's reactions to his presence. That's right,
he is a vengeful AWLM. Fear. "Yes. What she said. Er... Betha?" K'no
walks over to the bluerider's side and asks, "Did you also get them to
between to Telgar? You /did/ teach them that one, right?" K'no looks over
at the little 'lings and rubs his head.

Aidubaith finally stops his seemingly-incessant pacing like a neurotic jungle
cat, pausing as he hears the command to mount through Eir's ears. "Does that
include me, ma'am?" she wonders, quite honestly, of Betha. Isn't she
supposed to have the Wrath of Authority down on her ears about now?

You overhear Betha mutter "No, nothing like that...this was ... first flight
... so they know two points ... Igen. ... ... ... ... time to ... ... so
terrifying. ... do have ... heart." to K'no.

Betha looks over to Eir, "Yes, weyrling, you too. Can't have anybody falling
behind. Go.."

Eir mounts Aidubaith.

You mount Nhaeth.
You buckle the straps securely around yourself.

(Nhaeth) K'no nods at Betha's reply and winks. "Sure. We all do. Just can't
let 'em know it." K'no clasps his hands together behind his back and watches
the 'lings.

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Olexath rumbles over. << Aidu behind me then Nhaeth, let's go
and then we can play. >> Always a kid at heart.

(Nhaeth) Olexath carefully tilts gunmetal carressed wings toward Sky Above
Weyrling Grounds.

(Nhaeth) Astride Aidubaith, Eir buckles the straps securely around herself.
(Nhaeth) Aidubaith swoops on wings of smokey London fog toward Sky Above
Weyrling Grounds.

(Nhaeth) Nhaeth goes into a squat, joints creaking mightily with the recent
strain. He's up, though, and soon, so is D'ney, dogging Olexath's wingbeats.

(Nhaeth) Sky Above Weyrling Grounds
(Nhaeth)
(Nhaeth) A combination of delighted cries and vigilant trumpets permeate the
general proximity of this area; a danger zone, many have dubbed it. Spared
the feral contact of desert's windstorm, numerous weyrling pairs can be seen
aloft: scrupulous formations and airborne instructions often altering the
usable space within the area; closely squeezed bodies -- both dragon and
human -- adding to the already searing warmth that envelops all.
(Nhaeth)
(Nhaeth) Type 'ledges' to see a list of connected weyrs.
(Nhaeth) Soft fluffy clouds are gathering idly overhead. It is a fall

(Nhaeth) Aidubaith takes to the skies again, happy to be airborne and already
forgetting whatever it was that made the riders all so fussy. He's free!

(Nhaeth) [*] Remorth OOC - Who has Red Butte learned as a between point?
(Nhaeth) [*] Eratoth ooc Sorry. Mine's blue.
(Nhaeth) [*] Remorth ooc hehehe, I mean Red Butte, not Red Butt.
(Nhaeth) [*] Eratoth OOC- Red Butt gives you wings?

(Nhaeth) Nhaeth plays follow the leader in these familiar skies, exhilaration
coursing from gaping mouth to streaming tail. D'ney is laughing, too,
fingers flying free again -- gladly, this time.

(Nhaeth) [*] Sivadath OOC -- Oh, goodness! -- Yes, I have it.

(Nhaeth) Settled in amongst Olexath's icy ridges of pure midnight, Halis is
concentrating on getting a good picture of down below, not the fun of flying.
She and lexie'll save that for later.

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Olexath rumbles his honeyed way on over to the two browns. <<
You two got it? Make sure it's a /really/ good picture. Wouldn't want to
mess up so close to home later on. >>

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Remorth --((The worse accidents happen within three miles from
home.))--

(Nhaeth) Chesketh has arrived.
(Nhaeth) Chesketh flies toward Weyrling Grounds.

(Nhaeth) Aidubaith goes ::between::
(Nhaeth) Aidubaith pops in from ::between::

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Nhaeth ripples into assured, confident Life, accompanied by a
heat-dappled picture of the Grounds beneath and the air around. He can do
it. Really. << Got it. >>

(Nhaeth) There's a tell-tale flicker of overwhelming darkness, but you sense
that Nhaeth is ready to go ::between::.

(Nhaeth) Aidubaith swoops on wings of smokey London fog toward Weyrling
Grounds.

(Nhaeth) [-] Olexath rumbles over the void of quiet. << Now we can go to
Crom. Do you remember why we wanted to do that though? >>

(Nhaeth) Settled in amongst Olexath's icy ridges of pure midnight, Halis
circles around once or twice just for fun before slowly spiraling down
towards the ground, making Halis slightly dizzy.

(Nhaeth) [#iww] Olexath rumbles across the quiet. << Guess we're done then ...
right? Back to the ground. >>

(Nhaeth) Olexath carefully tilts gunmetal carressed wings toward Weyrling
Grounds.

(Nhaeth) Olexath sees: Nhaeth mentions that he does not know Crom, and
perhaps that would not then be a good idea? Hopefully, wistfully, the
palettes go, splashing athwart with agitation. << To test the winds? >>

(Nhaeth) Betha smiles, "Well, K'no...what are your plans for the rest of the
day?"

(Nhaeth) [-] Olexath doesn't know crom either but his Halis does. <>

(Nhaeth) Assisted by a massive deep crystal blue forelimb, Halis slips down
from the icy expanse that is Olexath.

(Nhaeth) Betha watches Halis and smiles.

(Nhaeth) Astride Nhaeth, D'ney mutters under her breath as they land, fanning
up a cloud of dust.

(Nhaeth) K'no shrugs his shoulders and says, "I have no idea. I was thinking
about getting rediculiously drunk and going skinny dipping in the lake, then
passing out on the shore, but I'm not sure now."

(Nhaeth) Halis is smiled at? She doesn't notice of course since she's once
more attempting to get Olexath to let her take the straps off. She manages
to finally do it by using the threat of no swimming unless they're off.
Holding them all in a rather large bundle she glances over at K'no and Betha,
"I wouldn't suggest that K'no. Some weyrbrats might come along and do
unspeakable things while you're out." She winks and then starts to head off
with Olexath's straps.

(Nhaeth) Olexath sees: Nhaeth heaves a sigh through wide, wide, nostrils. <<
Stars? I don't remember. >> Defeat colours his tone a sad lavender.

You unbuckle the riding straps from yourself.

Weyrling Grounds

When in use by a class of Weyrlings, the Weyrlings' training ground area is
often busy with Weyrling pairs employed in practice drills or relaxing. The
air space overhead can be a danger zone to those not used to the antics that
young pairs tend to engage in, often seeming crowded as young dragonets test
their wings. The ground area seems spacious, never being quite as cramped as
the area overhead. Well-worn paths in the packed sand show the take-offs and
landings that many Turns have dug. The southeast section of the bowl is
northwest from here and in the southeastern direction is where the Weyrling
pairs call 'home'.

Betha, K'no, and Halis are here.
The following dragons are here: Muppeth, Llywith, Murath, Remorth, Chesketh,
Aidubaith, Olexath, and Nhaeth

D'ney dismounts from Nhaeth.

(Nhaeth) [-] Olexath ooooos. << Halis was a starcrafter before. Whatever
that is. Maybe we're supposed to do something with that.... It would be fun
anyway. >>

Betha laughs, "Always the daring one aren't you." She reaches a hand under
her jacket to make some sort of adjustment to a hidden strap. After that is
done hands fold across one another and rest slightly under the rider's bosom.
"Oh, Halis does have a point."

Halis carefully unfastens the riding straps from Olexath and sets them aside.

K'no snorts at Halis. "That's why I have a big brown here to eat up any
weyrbrats that try it." <> "Hush. And yes, I'm
daring, Betha!" K'no smiles wickedly at her and bows. "But I might get
something to drink."

(Nhaeth) Olexath sees: Nhaeth stretches, splayed wingsails and all, slipping
off the bind of straps and the cords of duty. << Did you say -- that we can
see the stars? Bring them down? >>

(Nhaeth) [-] Olexath lets the smell of iron mingle with the hot copper of his
thoughts, you can tell where his mind is ... FOOD!, ahem, anyhow. <>

K'no mounts Chesketh.
K'no dismounts from Chesketh.

Betha nods slowly, "Mmm, true K'no." She turns to face Remorth, "Well
weyrlings, the healers will have my hide if I don't get some rest. So I bid
you all good day."

D'ney loosens the buckle that girths Nhaeth in, then glances at Halis,
quiscent ashes ringing brown eyes. "Where're you going? -- Know any old
songs, by the way?" Prompted by the dragons' chatter, no doubt.

Halis nods and tosses a departing salute Betha's way, as well as one towards
K'no, "I've got to do the same too, but only because I'm tired." She smiles
and pokes her blue out of his deep thoughts, "Come on ya lug, sleepy time."
D'ney's question causes her to pause though, "I'm going to bed. As for old
songs .... nope. Though I could draw starcharts till my arms fell off?"
Yes, a little confused.

D'ney grins through exhaustion's paler mask. "Dimglows," she calls cheerfully
to the departing folks, and concentrates on gathering the straps into her
arms.

Betha gives parting Salute....Dimglows? "What was that D'ney?"

Halis raises a brow slightly at D'ney and nearly echo's Betha's question but
stops herself just in time. She trusts that Betha can deal with it and she
makes her way to the barracks.

D'ney sighs. "A joke," is the explanation, and no more.

Halis walks with the usual spring in her step toward Weyrling Barracks.
Olexath strides with a grace not oft seen in a dragon toward Weyrling Barracks.

Betha arches a brown then turns about, "A joke? Tell me, about this joke."
Oooh, will she get to dispense more punishments today?

D'ney shrugs, pulling her shoulders back. "Well, Nhaeth thinks it's funny. I
just used to call the younger kids dimglows, the girls especially," and she
pauses to glance at Betha, eyes twinkling. "But I don't mean it now, because
you're all not stupid." Complicated reasoning -- from Dallan?

Betha knows a few good jokes too, "Ok Gassless Weyrling...Have a
good...evening..." She waves then mounts Remorth.

Betha clambers up limb and straps, finally settling on Remorth's neck.

D'ney waves nonchalantly. "Evening."

From Sky Above Weyrling Grounds, Remorth lets his wings caress the air moving
his bulk toward Sky High Above Southeast Bowl.

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