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.
NorthWest Bowl
A shelter from the stronger desert winds that strike across much of the rest of the bowl,
the original founders of the weyr found the lee a suitable location for the most active
area of the weyr. A gaping stone awning provides covered protection and suitable sunning
space for the occupants of the dragon infirmary. Shallow steps lead into a recessed
entrance to the guest weyr. A much smaller entrance leads to the living caverns.
Adin is here.
The following dragons are here: Balinth, Zafirath, Isavroth, Chaddyth, Eratoth, Tirelth,
and Feilath
From here you can go:
Living Cavern Infirmary Center Bowl
Guest Weyr Stairs Up Weyr Entrance
Adin
You're looking at a young male, 6'2'', probably just getting into his adult years, his
ebony hair always seem bright and shiny as his deep soulful midnight-like eyes, made it
look like he has seen all of what this world has to offer, yet that same eyes has a small
twinkle of humor hidden within it. His body, while not muscular, does have hints of
muscles coming of age. All in all, this just might be perfect Miner, this person his
parents called... Adin.
Soft yet sturdy, the denin set of long-sleeved overalls leave a flattened collar about the
neck here a cream turtle neck pokes out. On upper left pocket is a Minercraft patch, a
round white patch with crossed black pick and shovel.. The uniform is belted with a sturdy
leather utility belt that sports many loops and snapdown compartments and is filled with
the tools of the trade. The long pants tuck into a pair of very high wheryhide working
boots that reach enough to protect the calfs. A bright yellow hardhat does absolutely
nothing for the looks but does manage to protect miners from the hazard of a head
injuries.
Adin is now proudly sporting the Knot of a Apprentice Miner: A Simple white and black cord
in a single loop.
Adin looks like he's in his early Twenties.
He is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Book Adin's Pouch
He is Happy. Very Happy.
Adin just looked at you.
Dallaney is sitting near the caverns entrance, feet propped in usual fetal posture with
elbows settled near ankles. The entrance of a stranger gets a sharp glare from the small
'brat, looking as much the boy as ever.
Adin slips in from the central bowl, heading towards the living cavern to get away from
the coldness of Winter, for a while, he smiles and nods at Dallaney as he enters this part
of the bowl. "Greetings."
Fedall walks in from Main Living Cavern.
Fedall walks toward Center Bowl Area.
Dallaney nimbly scrambles to her feet at Adin's movement towards her and the caverns.
"Greetings." she echoes in a chirp, hazel eyes lighting with some curiosity upon
the older person, then on the passing of another. "You don't belong to Igen?"
she says, blinking upwards at him.
Adin shakes his head, smiling; it seems to him that Dall has a good head on her shoulders.
"No, I don't. I'm a miner from the Mine Hall at Crom Hold for a visit." He
states, looking down at Dall, "I'm due back in a couple of days." He arches a
eyebrow, "How did you guess I'm not a Resident of Igen?"
Dallaney snorts at him, scornful gaze razing past his shoulder knot, /way/ above Dallan's
own eye-level. "I /do/ know the Hold colours, the harpers teach that if nothing
else." she sniffs, shifting her feet so they don't block the entrance. "Why do
you get to visit the Weyr? Has it something to do with your craft?" is next asked in
near-demanding tone, 'brat still glaring somewhat.
Adin nods slowly. "Myself and Demas, that is my horse, are precious gems transporters
delivering gems or firestone to various holds or weyrs." He ponders on asking Dall if
she's cold, but decides against it; it may be a wee bit too personal, but instead asks,
"Why are you outside the cavern? It's a bit nippy out here, you know."
Dallaney ponders, cocking her head to one side with chestnut curls weaving into her eyes.
Irritated, she shrugs them off, then looks at the miner again. "Gem transporters,
hrm." That dismissed, she grins at him--wickedly it is true but nevertheless it's a
grin. She explains, flapping the jacket. "I'm not cold. I've just come out from
there. Are /you/ going in?" suspiciously, she sneaks the question in while pacing a
bit across the entranceway.
Adin nods softly, "Well, I was planning to go in there for a little while to warm my
body up." His eyebrows arches again, "Why? Is there something wrong in the
caverns?"
Dallaney was curious, is all. She moves, slippers dragging with slight squeaks towards the
caverns. "No, there is /not/." she answers without turning, emitting a hefty
sigh, going so far as to shake her head. "I was going in too." She listens to
the nannies too, sometimes.
Zafirath wakes up from her nap.
Adin smirks slightly; he remembers his nanny and how annoying (and right) she can be,
anyways, more to the point (and current situation) "Do you need someone to, um, cover
you? I mean, the nanny who is looking after you might be angry." Actually he's
expecting shardin' attitude about to be tossed around. "I can help you in that
effect."
Kalina strolls in from Center Bowl Area.
Kalina strolls toward Main Living Cavern.
Dallaney does turn now, the glare that had once been replaced by disbelief flooding the
dark features of the slight girl. "Cover me?" Lips lift in a decided smirk
before Dallan allows a chuckle to escape her. "I don't fear the nannies, and never
have." she emphasises solemnly, forehead crinkling in an annoyed frown at the man.
"You okay?" She's never seen such a person, not Dallan nope.
Adin allows another arch eyebrow at amusement. Yup, he too, heard rumors about weyrbrats,
being all troublesome and nasty to boot; but, Dall seems nice... for a Weyrbrat, that is.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Cold, but okay." A sense of amusement creeps into Adin's tone,
"May I ask why?"
Dallaney happens to be in a good mood, that's why. "Thought you'd been hit by the
cold. Cover me indeed." she sneers briefly, eyeballing Adin. That point in suspect,
she ignores him again, tramping slightly further in. "You sure you're going in?"
Dimglows, the lot of 'em.
Adin reels back as if hit, well, at least he got to learn that those stories of
Troublesome Weyrbrats are true. "Actually, I mean covering you as in protecting
you," He mutters softly, "And yeah, I'm going in." He sigh a deep suffering
sigh. This gonna be a /long/ day.
"Oh." Dallan answers, deigning to nod. Shooting another glance at him, she
squeaks into the caverns.
Main Living Cavern
The careless glitter of rose quartz reflects and refracts the light from within its bed of
granite, each beam bringing a new shifting, a new subtlty of sight. Rows of long trestle
table are seated in orderly awareness under the carven vault of the ceiling, centered
around a great dais upon which sits the best-made one; this, too, shows the roughness of
the others, but a roughness smoothed by time, and accented by the complexity of beams that
show Turns-taken tesselation in their upward arch. Neither tapestries nor coverings mar
the marbling of wild beauty, leaving unadorned grandeur that in naturalistic simplicity
provides comfort to the occupants of the cavern.
One archway, the only covered by a drape of black and gold, shields the entrance to the
bowl from the blow of sand; another, almost unobtrusive, marks the entrance to the lower
caverns through a short, winding and uncarefully-carved tunnel.
Perched somewhere up high, you see Tolsen and Zippo.
Yodge and Kalina are here.
From here you can go:
Bowl Lower Caverns Infirmary
Adin walks in from NorthWest Bowl.
Kalina sits down again, sipping her klah.
Kalina
Delicate looking, though not thin, Kalian is well proportioned with a narrow waist and
rounded hips and chest. Her fragile-seeming hands possess a surprising amount of strength
while her long legs are perfect for dancing, if she ever got the chance. She is 5' 8. Her
face is /almost/ too narrow, but still manages to look beautiful with high cheekbones
accentuating deep set eyes the color of a stormy sea, fringed with /extrememly/ dark
lashes and neat eyebrows. Her eyes are touched with a sadness that never completely fades,
but have not lost the sparkle wich tells the world of their owners convition for living.
An enchanting mouth, with lips so dark they are almost the color of bubbly pie filling, is
often drawn down in a worried expresion, though just as often transformed into a lovely
and ever-ready smile that frames straight white teeth. Her pale skin has a healthy glow,
the color of a white rose in the pink dawn. Thick, hip length hair fames her face. So dark
it's almost black, her once red hair is now the color of deep shadows made deeper by a
crimson sunset, with just a hint of dark red, almost maroon coloring.
wearing a maroon, calf length sleeveless dress with a creme colored shirt underneath. Her
hair is braided and wrapped around her head in a halo. Some strands keep coming looses to
be impatiently tucked back again. An aura of dark tendrils hangs down, too short to be
caught up with the rest.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
upset.....sad.
Yodge nods to the two who have entered, "Hello." He greets from across the
cavern.
Yodge
This young man looks to be between the ages of 13 or 15, but he's a little older than
that. He's a bit on the short side, about 5'6 or so. His brown-blond hair is thrown about
to either side of his head, though it looks neatly placed. A nose maybe a little too big
for his face is planted right in the middle, with two almond shaped, blue eyes. The color
of his eyes might not be called 'blue' for sure, but rather a dark blue with a bit of
green around his pupil. All-in-all, he has a oval shapped head, with a thin chin pointing
off at the end. He probably doesn't have the best posture ever, but there really isn't any
reason for him to acually. He's thin, with only little traces of muscles, so at least he
does a minimum of work.
His light brown short sleaved tunic is new, with even the creases still in it. The
material is light, letting it breathe quite a bit when hot out. The colar is held down by
a pin given to him from a long lost friend, or is that just there for sentimental reasons.
He wears a heavy coat over the thin tunic, for warmth in the cold weather. The dark brown
pants he is wearing are almost worn out around the knees, showing how much he sits on
them. His boots are a lighter brown and are also practically new.
Yodge is in his mid teens.
Carrying:
Drawing Solthous
Wooden Grain Egg Small Harp
Mercutio
...
Kalina smiles as well.
Adin walks in, immediately feeling the warmth inside. "Greetings." He calls out
to the two already here. "Got anything that can warm me up faster?"
Dallaney, well, goes her squeaky way in preceding Adin. She wears her disgruntled look,
not too much out of the usual really. A vague murmur is given in response to the trader's
greeting, and the back of other 'brat sitting near the entrance is thumped as Dallan heads
towards the meatroll platter.
Yodge chuckles, pointing towards the klah. "Right over there."
Kalina looks about at the others, sipping her klah.
Yodge looks around as well. Nothing else to do anyways.
Adin nods gratefully at Yodge and he walks towards the Klah is set up, leaving somewhat
trailing signs of the snow that his boots leaves behind. "Thanks, I truly mean
that." He pours himself a mug and settles back, sipping. Ah, good old klah. Nothing
better.
Yodge chuckles, again and nods to Adin, "'Welcome."
Dallaney peers at said platter, eys turned upwards to catch the scent of--nothing much of
interest. Bah. Dallan drops to her heels and whirls, stalking warily across to the miner
she'd been speaking with. "What's the name anyways?" She asks artlessly, fishing
out a scrap of bubbly from within her jacket flap. Careful glances thrown to the others
offers them the question, if they care to.
Adin says, "Adin." He sips some more at his mug, savouring the flavor.
"What's your name, if I may ask?"
Kalina looks up slightly, trying not to be noticed.
Yodge just keeps sipping at his klah. He really can't do much else...
"I'm Dallan." Dallan declares, tone low while glances flick from one person to
another. "From here." she goes on tensely, then shrugs. Nothing to be ashamed of
in a name, really. Fingers holding the scrap are sucked at, teeth trying to extract what
sweetness there is left.
Kalina drains her mug and gets up once more...just /one/ more cup...
Kalina skirts over to the table and gets a meatroll, heading back to sit by Yodge.
Yodge yawns... He must be somewhat tired.
Kalina says, "Do you have your harp?"
Yodge hrms, "Yeah, I think I do." He searches through his pouch,
"Yep." and the harp is pulled out.
Kalina grins. "Want to practice...?" She doesn't really think he will, but it's
wotrth a rtry!
Yodge shrugs, "I guess... I mean, there's nothing else to do."
Kalina 's eyes open a little wider in surprise. "Okay...do you remember what we
worked on...?"
Yodge nods, "Yeah, I think so." He places his fingers in the correct spots and
strums, letting out a rather high chord.
Adin hrms thoughtfully. "Dellan. A nice name, if I do say so myself." A brief
frown crosses Adin's features, and he turns to address Dell. "Where are your parents,
Dellan? They should be taking better care of you." Adin mutters out, as he takes a
huge drink out of his mug.
Kalina smiles, rather pleased. "That was pretty good for not practicing for almost a
sevenday!"
Yodge smiles, "Thanks."
Kalina says, "Any more?"
Yodge shrugs, "Uh, I don't know...." He fumbles a little and moves his fingers
some, plucking the strings.
Kalina says, "Almost. Just put this one here and this one here and you'll have
it."
Yodge ahs, smiling and his eyes seem to glitter, as if a light went on in his head,
"Yeah." He plucks again.
Kalina grins. "Yes!"
Yodge smiles some more, "Yeah, got it."
Kalina cocks her eyebrow. "Do you remember the last one?"
Yodge shrugs, "I don't know also."
Dallaney finishes up with the finger-sucking, a rather unhealthy action certainly, and
rubs it out on her pants. And with regards to her parents --"They're not here."
As anyone can see. The strange plucking gets her attention, Dallan looking up to the
source.
Kalina points. "Leave this one here,remember, and put these two here and here."
Yodge nods, "Okay." He places his fingers where told and plucks yet again.
Adin disappears suddenly for parts unknown.