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
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Weyrling Barracks
When not in use, the barracks has an almost barren look to it. Plain in decor
and fairly spacious, the area often seems almost crowded when there are
Weyrlings despite the capaciousness the barracks offers. Dragon couches, set
a uniform length apart, are orbited by cots and presses for the non-winged
half of the pairs. The pool that has been set aside for the sole use of the
Weyrlings is to the south and the Weyrlings' Grounds is northwest.
Perched somewhere up high, you see Nov, Chewbacca, Spitter, Vintage, Han,
Fredo, Cyanos, and Ellia.
You see Igen Weyrling Chart and Thanks SearchCo! here.
Leigha, Siobhan, Eir, Chaye, and S'olan are here.
The following dragons are here: Caedmith, Aidubaith, and Laenaoth
From here you can go:
Pool
WeyrlingMaster's
Office Weyrling
Grounds
S'olan grins more fully at Siobhan's comment, and inclines his head a little
before replying, "I anticipate many, many oilings with different kinds of
perfumes. He must have gotten that from his dam." Eir's response is greeted
with raised eyes and then a flicker of a smile after her second comment. A
few weyrlings over, A'sot adds, "Pedrenth's done most of her growing in her
tail, I swear. And she loves to watch the sun rise. She's had me up every
day."
Eir emits a soft 'Oh' of worry, eyeing Aidubaith with some trepidation. He
merely rustles his still-weak wings, looking up at his lifemate with half
lidded eyes. How could she not love this face, whether he's the size of a
barrel or the size of a barn?
FiFi wakes up from her nap.
Llywith has arrived.
Saine has arrived.
Eir has disconnected.
D'ney scrambles in, having just left the unwieldy sprawl that is Nhaeth on his
couch. Tossing off a salute, she perches, nodding to nearby weyrlings. "Hey
there."
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, simple loop, wrapped
with a brown sisal ribbon, to denote her rank as an Igen Weyr Junior
Weyrling, rider of Nhaeth.
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Rip
Steady as a rock, and as apt to peel.
Chaye raises an eyebrow as she watches D'ney scramble into the room with the
rest of the group. "Glad to have you with us weyrling." is said before she
nods to one of the other's comments. "Care to share with us a bit about your
lifemate that you've noticed so far? Any quirks?"
She stands tall with a mass of blond hair, the rich shade of gold one finds in
old paintings. She has high, slanting cheekbones and a sharp, stubborn jaw.
Her skin refuses to tan, remaining a delicate peach to contrast with the
violet-blue of her eyes. An elegant slant of nose sits able pouty red lips.
The unique color of her eyes, and her offhanded elegant sexuality, allows her
to stand out above others in most situations. Her body is constantly in
motion, never still for long, fueled by some inner energy that never seems to
need replenishing.
Soft leathers shaded a gentle powder blue fit her tightly, as if a second
skin. The soft, fleecy lining of her jacket peeks out, snow white aginst the
dark navy of her undertunic. Form-fitting pants, the same shade as her
jacket, meld to her form before disappearing into the knee high black boots.
Trim work in a light violet gives just the perfect accent of color to this
ensemble. Matching gloves and hat often accompany, usually tucked into the
delicate black belt that circles her waist. The buckle of the belt, a silver
snowflake set with a small moonstone in its center, sets off as the only
fancy addition to the entire outfit.
The golden yellow and pitch black of Igen intertwine to form a double cord,
single loop, and long tail, bound with silver thread. An icey blue cord is
slipped intno the knot, showing she has a blue lifemate. A patch is proudly
displayed on the shoulder of her jacket to show she is a SandStormer
Wingrider. The white and yellow of the HerderCraft also make an appearance,
showing to all that she also holds the title of Journeyman of that craft.
She is awake and looks alert.
TWO? You've got to be kidding! She has /two/ sons?!? Faranth help her!!
Leigha turns towards D'ney expectantly, then adds: "And why don't you get
Nhaeth out here too? It's his training as much as it is yours."
Laenaoth swings his head around to give the new entrant a long, curious look,
then inhales deeply. Any interesting scents? "Yeah, D'ney. I was just
telling 'em how Laenaoth followed a greenrider all around the barracks trying
to get a whiff of her perfume. Has, um..." He searches for the name.
"What's Nhaeth done that's interesting?"
Solandat says, "Yeah....
S'olan
Solandat's skin is dark with sun, his hands rough and calloused with work, but
despite this his young face has a certain angularity that almost could be
considered delicacy. The bones of his face stand out in even sharper relief
now that his once-longish, soft black hair has been cropped into a short haze
of jet black over his head, the new close cut displaying his bone structure
to a greater degree. High chiseled cheekbones and a pointed nose give the
impression that his face was carved of wood or stone, and the color -- dark
tan, almost earthy -- would corroborate that, but the glitter in his bright
blue eyes and the soft curve of his mouth speak otherwise. He's weedy-tall, a
boy with a growth spurt he hasn't quite grown into, and so he's skinny.
Narrow shoulders, narrow waist, long limbs: bony and thin as a runner-colt.
Golden-yellow linen tunic drapes from Solandat's shoulders, belted with a
simple black wherhide belt. Black linen trousers tuck into sturdy boots of
polished wherhide.
Double cords of maize and jet intertwine in a single, simple loop, wrapped
with a bronze sisal ribbon, to denote his rank as an Igen Weyr Junior
Weyling, rider of Laenaoth.
Early teens -- and awkward as hell.
He is awake, but has been staring off into space for 5 minutes.
Still rather starry-eyed, though the high of Impression is beginning to blend
back into his garden-variety cheer.
Chaye just looked at you.
D'ney cocks her head at the question, legs swinging beneath her seat. "Yeah,
thought you were talking about lifemates. Well, I think Nhaeth's /strange/.
His thoughts are..." she flaps her hand for a while in soundless
articulation. "Just weird. Talks about what the firelizards see and stuff.
Maybe it's because he can't get his wings proper yet." A shrug, to finish,
as she glances sidewise. "Nhaeth?"
Siobhan snorts. "It's always amazing to me how some dragons seem to really
get a kick out of firelizards," she notes, with a grin. "My Sayurith doesn't
really seem to even notice 'em. Unless they aren't sanding her wings
properly during bathtime..."
Leigha chuckles at Saab's observation, then glances towards Chaye. "One more
and we'll head to the bathing pool to do some anatomy lessons," she says,
then grins lopsidedly at Saine. "How about you, Saine?"
Chaye nods to Leigha with a smile as she turns to look at one of the newest
bluerider in the weyr. She can't help but smile here.. blues just rock. And
she's not biased at all.. nope, not her.
Saine sends a mock glare in Llywith's direction, who almost looks sheepish.
Well, for about half a second, before he turns his attention to Saine's
boots, sniffling at them curiously. "Uh. Well." The words suddenly ripple
from her lips, in an embarassed flow. "If anyone happens to missing any
colourful items of, well, clothing, for instance underwear, uh, you might
want to look on Llywith's couch -- but /really/, I have to question the taste
of lime green panties with embroidered hearts, I mean, that's just asking for
it to be stol--" Cough cough. Saine cuts herself off, looking somewhat off
balance. "Anyway, if it's yours, feel free to take it off my hands.
Please." Some of those socks smell. Oh, the fun of having a lifemate whose
attracted to bright colours.
Saine
The vivid green of emeralds gleam with intelligence touched with a sparkling
vitality, fathomless eyes emphasized by lashes curling with thick, dark
innocence. Yet, the shape of this girl's eyes contrasts the innocence; an
elfin tilt that hints at a cheeky mischievous shared by the curves of her
lips. A deep, rich red, they are shaped with a hint at sensuality muffled by
childlike softness. This vivid hue is accented by the fine hair twisting in
delicate curling waves of polished copper, stealing the light to burn with a
promise of fire. The fire smoulders in the mature curves of the woman's
supple body, shaped with lightly sensuous curves offset by a petite frame.
Golden-yellow linen tunic drapes from Saine's shoulders, belted with a simple
black wherhide belt. Black linen trousers tuck into sturdy boots of polished
wher-hide. The latest fashion in accessories clings to most of her outfit --
a speckling of dark stuff that smells.
Double cords of maize and jet intertwine in a single, simple loop, wrapped
with a blue sisal ribbon, to denote her rank as an Igen Weyr Junior Weyrling,
rider of Llywith.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 2 minutes.
Carrying:
Saine's Wingleader Manual
D'ney admits to S'olan. "He hasn't done anything wrong yet. Thankfully."
From behind, the brown 'ling lumbers into view, eyes half-lidded from sleep
but with a proud inflation of chest at being able to get down by himself.
Tail curls D'ney-wards -- she ducks, moving into position nearer Nhaeth. She
snaps audibly, "Told you to look where it goes."
Siobhan's broad face breaks into a huge grin. "Lime green - ?" she begins,
then schools her features into a more appropriately interested expression
although her seagreen eyes dance with delight.
Leigha almost smiles, then clears her throat to get the attention of the
giggly weyrlings in the back row. "All right, let's head into the bathing
pool and do some real work." Her commanding scowl is offset by the sparkle
in her steely eyes.
Leigha moves with military precision toward Weyrling Pool.
S'olan lopes coltishly toward Weyrling Pool.
Laenaoth waddles toward Weyrling Pool.
Saine dips her head in a rather enthusiastic nod. "And ones with lace, and
beads. Those are --" Eyes flick towards a certain couch before Saine
finally notices everyone is leaving and leaps to the pusuit, herding a
relectant Llywith along (who'd much perfer to examine boots).
Saine stumbles toward Weyrling Grounds.
Llywith wobbles toward Weyrling Grounds.
Chaye hides her own smile behind her hand, hidden within a cough or two.
Didn't anyone tell the 'lings they're supposed to stick with uniform colors
from head to toe, including those unmentionables?
Saine stumbles in from Weyrling Grounds.
Saine stumbles toward Weyrling Pool.
Siobhan goes home.
Llywith wobbles in from Weyrling Grounds.
Llywith wobbles toward Weyrling Pool.
Vintage dozes off...
D'ney nods, and moves to support Nhaeth. "Don't ram into anyone now."
Weyrling Pool
Gradually going from shallow to deeper, this secluded pool has been
specifically set apart for use by the Weyrlings during their isolation. The
water almost seems to be a near-perfect temperature: cool in the hottest part
of day and room-temperature during the cooler nights.
Leigha, S'olan, and Saine are here.
The following dragons are here: Jaath, Kezasuth, Laenaoth, and Llywith
From here you can go:
Barracks
Nhaeth has arrived.
Chaye has arrived.
Chaye hides her own smile behind her hand, hidden within a cough or two.
Didn't anyone tell the 'lings they're supposed to stick with uniform colors
from head to toe, including those unmentionables before moving off towards
the pool area, gathering the laggers before her.
Leigha scans the weyrlings. "Now then, anyone care to volunteer?" she asks,
motioning towards the clear waters and the sweetsand pails alongside.
D'ney eyes the water, shifting a wing's weight on her shoulder. "Another
bath?" she mouths to Nhaeth.
Saine tries to subtly move so that Llywith is blocking much of her body.
She's heard about /volunteering/. It means you end up having to do /work/.
Perish teh thought. Saine ducks her head, paying an amazing amount of
attention to Llywith and studiously avoiding eye contact.
Leigha sighs as no one comes forward. "No one? Then let's have everyone into
the pool, then," she barks, shooing the nearer weyrlings into the pleasant
waters.
"Yes, that means you have to get into the pool, A'sot." is said as the
weyrling asks. "But, again??" is said as the weyrling moves off towards the
pool with his lifemate in tow. Chaye just chuckles softly as she steps beside
the other AWLM, watching as weyrlings and dragons enter the pool.
S'olan is actually following Laenaoth, as a matter of fact. The dragon is
fascinated by the bathing pool, first sniffing the surface, then dipping a
foreclaw in, then sinking in with a grunt and a splash. Eyes widen and whirl
at the new sensation, unexpected, and he scrabbles a little before realizing
that he can stand up on the bottom. Solandat follows him, grinning and
wading out deeper.
Nhaeth appears to have made up his mind, lurching forward together with the
other weyrling dragons. He accidentally gets a 'sail entwined with a smaller
blue's on the way there, and D'ney rushes forward to extricate the pair
before both continue on into the pool, the blueling glaring daggers at Nhaeth.
Saine almost seems to pout. You put all that effort into not volunteering,
and what happens? You have to do it anyway. And get /wet/. Water is eyed
by Saine with an almost dubious expression which instantly seems to lighten
as Llywith's head twists towards the pool before he almost seems to bound
towards it, legs tangling and untangling as he somehow manages not to trip.
"Wait up!" The pair manages to displace much of the water before Llywith
comes to a sudden halt. Oooh. It's /wet/.
Incidently, Saine can really do with the wash. Mucking means that her clothes
smell.
Leigha waits until everyone is in the pool in various stages of waterlogging,
then clears her throat for attention once more. "All right, what we're going
to review first is your dragon's anatomy - that is, where everything is and
what it does. Can anyone tell me what the headknobs do?"
Chaye wrinkles her nose just a bit as Saine passes by on the way to the pool.
You'd think she'd be used to the smell, but when unexpected, it's a bit more
than one wishes to have pass by their nose.
"Their headknobs are like our ears," D'ney volunteers, "To hear sounds
with."
Nhaeth is investigating the water behind her, head swishing waves. Are there
fish in there?
Saine appears to be in the depth of a conversation. "Mmmhmmm. Mmmhmmm. Mmm?
Nump." Leigha's voice, however, jerks her out of her wet revine, and brows
crease as she echos: "Headknobs?" It's hard to keep all these voices
straight. "But headknobs don't have anything to do with wa-- oh. Headknobs
are for breaking out of the shell, aren't they?"
Chaye nods her head as answers come in from the weyrlings, a smile lifting her
lips upwards as she watches the blueling before her. Seems to her, some of
the 'lings have been doing their research..
S'olan really doesn't know what headknobs are, which is probably just as well
because he's trying not to be tripped by Laenaoth as the dragon examines the
bathing pool. "Oops, sorry," he says as the bronze, intent upon exploring a
corner, bumps the edge of his wing against a weyrling. "Yes, love, it is
interesting, isn't it. But I think you ought watch out, okay?" Attention
moves back to Leigha, but he's still got an eye on the bronze, who is for the
moment fascinated by the way water rolls down his wingsail.
Leigha nods reflectively at D'ney, then grins lopsidedly at Saine. "You're
both right - the headknobs do assist the dragonet in breaking shell, but they
also function as a sensory organ too. Since dragons don't have ears, per
se." As she speaks, she commandeers a green dragon from her young lifemate.
"Can anyone tell me what the dragon's largest organ is, and what function it
has?"
Saine is also a healer, so that might explain some of her knowledge. However,
not being a /dragon/healer, means some large gaps and Lllywith is stared at
carefully, as if Smelly Saine is attempting x-ray vision. "The heart?" It's
a question, accompanied by a thoughtful pout.
Leigha shakes her head, looking mysterious. "Nope."
"Uh, is hide an organ?" This from Solandat, who's looking at Laenaoth.
"It's
pretty big."
Err. S'olan. Duh.
Nhaeth would agree with Laenaoth in his fascination. He still has his head
underwater, nudging his lifemate lightly with his nose. D'ney suppresses a
string of words -- curses? -- and settles for a distracted crinkle of chin.
Rubbing at a lowered neckridge thoughtfully, the weyrling shakes her head at
Leigha. "...Sounds like the mouth..."
Leigha's Threadscore pulls as the young bronzerider pipes up. "Exactly! The
hide of a dragon is the biggest organ it has - and what is the hide's
function? D'ney?"
D'ney seals those lips. Too late. "Keeps 'em warm when Between? Like our
skin maybe?"
Chaye keeps record of correct answers, for those few will get a prize at the
end of class... or will they? Head bobs in a nod as she gives D'ney a smile,
"Correct, in part. But what else does it do? Anyone have a guess?"
S'olan drifts slowly off into daydreams, a goofy smile on his face.
Leigha ducks out of the lesson as a call from S'not can be heard echoing
around in the now-empty weyrling barracks.
Leigha moves with military precision toward Weyrling Barracks.
Saine has disconnected.
Chaye nods, "That's correct.." is said as she steps up as Leigha leaves to
answer S'not. "And, you must learn to watch the hide of your 'mate, for it
will tell you all sorts of things about him or her such as how they're
feeling, or whether or not, they're proddy." The last is said as she looks to
the greenriders in the group, that mischievious grin upon her lips again.
D'ney looks at the greenriders, too, but hers is a somewhat unpleasant gaze.
"So you were right," she nods in some dismay to Nhaeth, returning her eyes to
the front. Contemplative mutters follow, half to 'mate, half to herself.
"Shows their feelings. Interesting."
Nhaeth raises his muzzle. Head goes on his neck-- Right. He slumps into a
vague attentive posture while he watches the ripples spreading across the
pool. And the pair of back-scratching weyrlings over there, of course.
Chaye nods her head, "The color of his hide will tell you how he's doing. If
it's a nice healthy color and shiney, then he's doing well. It'll be dull and
almost colorless when he's sick. For the green's and golds, they're hide will
simply /glow/ when it nears time for them to rise... " At paniced glances
from some of the greenriders, she laughs, "But, ya'll don't have to worry
about that till they get older."
Beside Nhaeth, one of the pair, the human part, glances up in horror. "Their
hide should be shiny? But what about /him/, his hide is dark blue, how can I
tell?"
Chaye chuckles, "Well, you note the color... it's dark blue you say? Is it
dull? or does there appear to be a shimmering beneath the color? Always ask,
does it look healthy? Does he act like he's feeling good? "
Kezasuth wakes up from her nap.
Nhaeth rests his wet head on Dallan's, therefore pushing the petite weyrling
farther into the mud above the pool's bedrock. Ouch. D'ney thrusts the
annoying limb away, pointing at the blue weyrlings. "No--no. Look. His
dragon might be sick..." Said weyrling responds vigorously. "Not at all. I
think it's shimmering. A little. And he's happy, of course he's happy!"
Chaye sighs softly to herself as she steps to the blueling's side. "Oh, he's
in fine health.. look at the shine of his hide, the color of his eyes, and
the curiousity that's just brimming within him. "
The kid deflates, a huge grin on his face. "Yes..." He blushes.
Chaye chuckles lightly as she pats the blueling's back. "You'll learn in time
to recognize the signs.. don't worry. I know everything is a bit
overwhelming at first." She takes off her boots and sits on the side of the
pool, feet dipping into the water. "Whenever you bathe your lifemate, you
should check him or her over. Look for scratches in their hide or tears in
their wingsails. If you find any, bring them to a healer's attention as soon
as possible to get a bit of salve or help with them. Later, when they learn
to go between, those scratches or tears can cause a lot of damage if not
looked after properly."
D'ney crosses her arms, snickering at the older boy in Nhaeth's lee. "I was
just kidding, about him being sick." She joins the chorus of nods, then,
perking up at the mention of scratches and tears. "--Will remember that."
Chaye leans foward to run her fingers over a curious brown that noses her
feet. "Has any of you noticed anything about their eyes and what they tell
us?" She glances up, violet eyes looking over each 'ling to see who will
answer that one.
Various pairs of scintillant eyes blink and sparkle at Chaye, and a tall lad
with bright copper hair nods to his dragon. "Their eyes tell me about their
feelings as well. They're blue," he adds, peering upwards at his green. "It
means she's happy and well-fed."
"Right you are!" is said in response to the answer as Chaye wiggles her toes
at the brown. "Green is also a calming, good mood color... You should all be
familar with the red tones.."
Kezasuth dozes off...
D'ney scratches at her curls with a dirt-smudged finger. "Sometimes I've seen
Nhaeth's eyes go red, yeah," she agrees, as her lifemate obligingly lowers
his head, ostensibly to allow the examination. It's those pretty reflections
that absorb his rapt attention, though, and she speaks through the slight
splashing which results. "Especially when his stomach's empty."
(Nhaeth) [#iww] Nhaeth waxes eloquent about the bubbles he is making, the
shadows that shift so in the water, his /blue/ talons. Ooh.
Chaye grins, "You'll notice that color a lot when he's hungry or angry." is
replied as she giggles a bit, splashing at the brown before glancing around.
"Do any of you have questions you'd like to ask me about your lifemates? "
Unanswered questions usually breed worries, and that's something she'd hate
to have.
(Nhaeth) [#iww] Jazyth sends tendrals of minty green around the 'ling as he
comtemplates the waves down at the lake.
There are some, apparently, flocks of worried weyrlings swarming up to Chaye
after her invitation. Questions are shouted and lost in the clamour.
Chaye holds her hands up as she laughs, "Ok...ok... one at a time please!
We'll go in order here... bronzelings first!"
D'ney, on the other hand, snickers at someone in the crowd. Starts to move
closer, then draws back, lest Nhaeth hit one of the other dragons by mistake.
"Why must you tag along. Oh... all right," she concludes, standing back to
wait for the ranks to scatter.
Chaye answers a few questions from the bronzelings before continuing down the
line to the browns. Most seem to be just general worries about their dragons
not growing fast enough, or growing too fast... to which the answer is the
same - each dragon is different and grows at their own speed.
D'ney edges into the brown ranks. "Ma'am," she begins in relative courtesy,
"When can we get out of--" her voice raises to a holler as she's poked,
"--here? I mean, the barracks?"
Chaye turns to look at D'ney, laughing as she watches the girl's brown. "Well,
for now, the barracks are home for you. And will be for the next turn or
more, depending one when they decide to let you get your own weyr near
graduation." So, might as well get used to the barracks now.. you'll be here
for awhile.
D'ney quirks her lips, the frown that was dawning tugged back by sheer force
of will. "Nhaeth wants to know when we can go out and walk around," she
blurts frankly, hands interlaced in reluctant supplication. "I need to show
him everything. Saves the questions, you know?" There are circles under her
eyes, and she's developing eyebags. Please?
Chaye ahs, "Well, you'll be allowed to explore down to the lake and such soon
enough... within the next couple of weeks. We want to give you time to adjust
to being with your lifemate and them to you before allowing them out.." And
then the fun really begins...
D'ney nods dourly. A few more weeks of chores and mucking. She bows, one
hand sweeping sideways -- exaggeration echoed in Nhaeth's lopsided stance.
"Thanks, Assistant Weyrlingmaster Chaye," she rattles off without pause,
starting to shuffle away. "We can go out /after/ you learn to walk like the
other dragons," the 'plaint comes soon enough. Always, always -after-.
(Nhaeth) [#iww] Nhaeth hums with gruff disappointment, drooping through the
links. Blue, brown and dull red colour his mind's palette as he utters
muffled question, << Why? >>
Chaye nods her head as she leans back against her hands braced on the ground
behind her. "You're welcome Weyrling D'ney." Head cocks to the side as she
'listens' to her blue outside talk with some of the other younglings,
laughing at his answers.
(Nhaeth) [#iww] Jazyth stretches his thoughts to curl around the brownling,
minty blues shimmering softly as they dance about the other's dull colors.
<<Why what, young one?>>
(Nhaeth) [#iww] Nhaeth transfers overheard thoughts into the communal matrix,
threads brightening to clasp the blues momentarily. << Why can't we go out?
>> He tries to incorporate the concept of a short amount of time into the
statement, in vain, but the gaping entrance yawns in image, just out of reach.
(Nhaeth) [#iww] Jazyth chuckles softly, his thoughts catching the young
brown's with ease of Turns. <<Because, you are too small just yet, too new to
the world. >>
D'ney brings her soaked self out of the water, one of Nhaeth's huge claws
resting lightly on her hand, cautious not to harm. They trot about for a
bit, fetching a vial of oil off a shelf before the pair retreat to their
couch, the dragonet's gait more tiredly awkward than before.
Weyrling Barracks
When not in use, the barracks has an almost barren look to it. Plain in decor
and fairly spacious, the area often seems almost crowded when there are
Weyrlings despite the capaciousness the barracks offers. Dragon couches, set
a uniform length apart, are orbited by cots and presses for the non-winged
half of the pairs. The pool that has been set aside for the sole use of the
Weyrlings is to the south and the Weyrlings' Grounds is northwest.
Perched somewhere up high, you see Nov, Boo, Spitter, Fredo, Cyanos, Weed, and
Pestilence.
You see Igen Weyrling Chart and Thanks SearchCo! here.
The following dragons are here: Caedmith and Aidubaith
Nhaeth waddles in from Weyrling Pool.
(Nhaeth) [#iww] Nhaeth twists within Jazyth's grasp, as elusive as the outside
seems to him. << I am big... >> He hesitates in voice, a riot of sights and
sounds awhirl in the depths. << Bigger than my mate. >>
Nhaeth's Couch
A hollow in the rock forms a simple but comfortable couch for the occupant
dragon, with a tiny cot beside for his lifemate. Cloths drape wherever there
is hanging space, a broom leans against couch and cot with its hairs
bristling, and the remains of a hatching-robe can still be seen stuffed in
one corner of the wooden clothespress. Earthy scents prevade the area,
reminiscent of the sandy outdoors.
You see Wingleader Manual here.
From here you can go:
Out
Nhaeth has arrived.
(Nhaeth) [#iww] Jazyth chuckles quietly as he settles back, thoughts a storm
of colors, <<Aye, but you need to be bigger still. You need time to learn
about your 'mate without influences of the world outside. You'll be there
soon enough, brownling. For now, take time to study your lifemate.>>
(Nhaeth) [#iww] Nhaeth stirs from his doze to indicate his agreement. << Aye.
>> And the lights fade out.