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 Spitter, Fredo, Desdemona, Aerieki, Cedric,
and Min.
You see Igen Weyrling Chart and Thanks SearchCo! here.
Halis is here.
The following dragons are here: Caedmith, Circeoth, Nhaeth, and Olexath
From here you can go:
Pool
WeyrlingMaster's Office
Weyrling
Grounds
Halis comes wandering back into the barracks with Olexath, words flowing from
her mouth as she answers question upon question, "No lex dear, I don't know
why fish have to go to the bathroom in the water they live in. I guess it
doesn't bother them as much." She wrinkles her nose, it would bother her,
but she's not a fish as much as Olexath seems to think that there's a fish in
the lake who reminds him of her. Once in the room Halis looks about and
spots D'ney, "Hey there."
Halis
Warm brown eyes look out as you from a rather delicate face. Freckles happily
dance across a small pleasant nose. Shortly cropped blond hair stands in odd
little spikes all across Chalis' head exposing her small elfin ears.
Highlights are noticeable here and there, almost white streaks compared to
the rest of her hair. The hair is closely cut in the back and left a little
longer near the front so she can spike it. Every so often the few highlights
still noticeable catch a ray of sun and sparkle slightly in the light. She is
well toned and long limbed but still has a few curves here and there. Her
once rather smooth hands have managed to collect a rather interesting bunch
of calluses from all the washing she's had to do as of late.
Soft tan fabric envelops Chalis in comfort. Trim lines follow her upper body
almost perfectly, while softer lines float about her legs. The vest of this
outfit has small deep red buttons running up the front, the top two or three
undone. Instead of stopping at the normal waist level as most vests do, this
one flows out from her waist, ending just around mid-thigh. Her well-toned
arms are encased in whispery fabric designed to be warm but not too
constricting. Soft, loose pants are held around her waist with a cord of the
same red as the buttons on the vest, tying the whole outfit together. Running
down the pants are small thin stripes of a slightly deeper brown, giving the
pants a more sophisticated look. Almost hidden under the loose pants is a
pair of brown ankle boots with a slight heel to them.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 5 minutes.
Nhaeth has his muzzle turned wistfully towards the weyrling grounds -- D'ney's
there beside him wielding a broom. "Hey Halis, Olexath." She glances down,
then eyes Halis, a squint working its way up her forehead. "You two are
talking about mucking?"
(Nhaeth) Olexath sees: Nhaeth filters his unfamiliar presence through the
surface of your mind, words flashing into being out of the ether. << Fish.
>> The accompanying images are still fuzzy, obviously borrowed, << Fish are
like us? >>
Halis laughs and shakes her head, "Not quite D'ney dear. Olexath wants to
know why fish go to the bathroom in the water they live in. Nothing too
interesting." A snort from Lex follows as he makes his way towards his
couch. << It is too interesting. >>
D'ney shakes her head in mute echo, looking from dragon to dragon, blue to
brown. "Oh shells, this is confusing. Nhaeth told me he heard mucking."
She swallows, a grin chasing away the unformed squint. "He's like this.
It's all right. Your couch is all clean?" She could walk over to check, but
their place /is/ some distance away. Courtesy reigns for now.
Halis raises a brow slightly and glances over at Olex's couch, "Looks clean to
me. Should be since I cleaned it before going to the lake. But there was
nothing said about mucking. Alath brought up the fact that fish go in the
water and lex grabbed onto the topic."
D'ney will /not/ go into it. The mucking bit, that is. "Fish are small ...
beasts ... that live in the water, Nhaeth," says she aloud, with an absent
smile for Halis. The teenager twitches her chin, lauding some private
exchange. "He has a point, though. -- I'm a bit worried, actually. He
hasn't gone. Think his tail looks thick?"
Olexath peers over at Nhaeth but decides to go brood over the fish problem on
his own in the seclusion of his couch. Halis smirks a bit and pads over to
D'ney and Nhaeth, "How're you two doing? Aside from ..." she waves in the
general direction of said dragon's tail and peers at it, "Maybe he just needs
more water?" How would she have a clue?
D'ney pokes at the reddish-brown hide. "He's growing fine. Says his wings
are long enough to fly, but I don't think so." A distinctly pleasant
expression floods Dallan's face, odd as it may be. "Don't know about the
water. Might be that," she adds, setting the broom to rest against the wall,
since they don't need it.
Ellia lifts her head gracefully from beneath sea-green wings, her
silver-limned neckridges glinting as she surveys her domain.
Halis shrugs, "Just a suggestion. Don't really know the answer myself."
Olexath gets a glance to make sure that he's all settled in. Seeing that he
is she returns her attention back to D'ney, "Lex was fine swimming until he
found out about the fish."
Ellia tucks her dainty head beneath glimmering sea-green wingsails and slips
into ladylike sleep.
"Fish are for eating," D'ney spouts, flopping herself against Nhaeth's broad
flank while fingers -scratch-, scratch away. She moves them obligingly to
the expanse of his hindquarters on request. "Lex--Olexath likes swimming
too?"
Halis smiles and nods, "Yuppers. Though I'm not sure he will anymore ...."
She then giggles and glances over at Olexath before back to D'ney, "Feel free
to call him Lex."
D'ney slides her hand across flaky hide. Lightly, so it won't aggravate the
itch. "Lex," she agrees, "Why won't he? Nothing could stop Nhaeth from
swimming." A large head swings around, teasing at his lifemate's mahogany
head. "You're just shy," Dallan snorts, shoving at a headknob.
Olexath snorts a bit and answers the question for himself loud enough for
D'ney to hear him. << Fish go to the bathroom in the water. If they didn't
I'd swim. >> Then back to pondering to himself. Halis starts to answer but
stops se Olexath does it for himself, "Well there's your answer I suppose.
He seems to be in a mood just now."
Nhaeth does his best imitation of D'ney's scornful grimace. His maw gapes
slightly, a faint rumble issuing -- and his mocha hide flushes nearly black.
He rears his head, turning away, tongue flickering into sight.
Halis raises a brow slightly at Nhaeth then looks at D'ney, "He in a mood too?"
(Nhaeth) Olexath sees: Nhaeth reaches faint tendrils reminiscent of Belior's
glimmer into your viewpoint. He surmises: << The water is dirty. We swim in
it. >> Tangy delight lurks, springing acrid, but the question remains.
D'ney plays her arm along smooth hide, lounging back. "That's no mood. He's
shy, like I said -- Yes you are, old boy -- but he won't admit it." She
laughs it away, with a humour directed more at him than at /her/. "They're
like those children I had to look after. Much cleverer, of course, but so
silly at times."
Halis nods, "I see. Seems that our dragons are opposites then." Then a
slight snicker escapes her lips, "As are we most of the time." Olexath
rumbliegiggles at something he's thought of and wanders out of his couch
towards the others. << I've got it! The fish poo sinks to the bottom of the
lake or it's disposed of somehow. >> Ah well, if it clears his mind of the
event and lets him swim again it works for Halis.
D'ney feels a need to defend her perspective, then. "He's wiser than me," she
taps on the fount of praise. Pauses abruptly. "What did you say?" Her
hazels hover between Halis and Nhaeth behind. In the same puzzled tone, she
repeats, "Opposites?"
Halis giggles a bit and reaches out to scritch Olexath's eye ridges, "Seems
he's come up with a solution to his problem." She then returns her attention
to D'ney, "Well you seem outgoing and I'm not. Your dragon's shy and mine is
not. Opposites." Should make sense ...
(Nhaeth) Olexath sees: Nhaeth watches Olexath: physically, from the corner of
his eye; mentally, with his entire being. << Maybe, maybe the water Outside
is like the water in /here/. >> He images the weyrling's pool with
flickering certainty. Arm-waving certainty if he was human. << It goes out
and comes back, clean. >> He knows.
D'ney was telling her lifemate something -- you can tell by the distracted
look she gives Halis next. Somewhat confused, she is. "Makes sense," she
says slowly, nodding in apparent satisfaction. "Nhaeth would say that it
'pends on what outgoing means. I'm not much good with those things."
Meanings, that is. Words, words, words.
Halis smiles, "Well you seem like the type to talk with just about anyone.
I'm not."
Olexath doesn't quite think that's how it works. << Where does all the dirty
water go though? It can't just ... vanish ... can it? >> Tones remain rather
dull, greys and whites though sliver flashes through with the word vanish,
along with a hint of gold just near the edges.
D'ney leans forward, nearly teetering as Nhaeth's tail gets in the way.
"Wings, remember? Life them up. Lift your head." The deferred explanation
gets into full sway afterwards, as she gesticulates at Halis. "You don't
mean that in a bad way, do you? Talking with anyone... I don't, you know.
Not everyone. I don't like dimglows and some /girls/." She hesitates.
Shifts. "But you're okay."
Halis blinks at the reference to wings but just ignores it for now, "I don't
think I wouild have said it had I ment it in a bad way. That wouldn't have
been nice. As for girls you sound like you'd get along with my little blue.
He doesn't really understand girls all that well."
(Nhaeth) Olexath sees: Nhaeth is quite sure of his mate's memories, even
through the shifting melee that is draconic memory. He courses along the
silver streaks, bursting into a bloom of blue-edged scarlet. << I don't
know. My mate says it goes under the ground. >> And along with that, dark
carved Doubt.
D'ney grunts, looking rather gratified. "I don't. All I know is we'd better
get our dragons away from the greens around here. You know how those
greenriders are when they get proddy." Not a threat, just matter-of-fact. A
warning.
(Nhaeth) [-] Olexath :golds turn to coppers as they quickly replace the dull
grey and white usually associated with this colorful blue. << Underground?
How's that work? >> A slightly shrill sound acompanies his disbelief.
Bubbles wakes up from her nap.
Desdemona dozes off...
Halis smirks, "There are a couple who're either proddy or soon to be proddy
running about last I checked." She then yawns a bit and glances over at
Olexath who looks rather sleepy himself, "I think that we need to go off to
bed." Then to D'ney, "We've had a busy day. Better go to sleep before lex
tries to think of more things to think about."
(Nhaeth) Olexath sees: Nhaeth can only transmit; his own mind gives little of
value. He seeps scarlet into light amber, to send it crackling down his
lowering wingsails. Contemplation.
Olexath rumbles in agreement with Halis' assmessment of the situation and
turns to head back to his couch where he settles with a flop.
Olexath leaves
D'ney puts up a hand in reflex: a salute. Which morphs into a wave as she
realizes. "See you around, Halis."
D'ney adds in a mutter, "And Ole--Lex." Nhaeth just... warbles.
Halis giggles and returns the half wave half salute, "Night D'ney dear." Off
she goes to join her bluie.
Halis leaves
(Nhaeth) Olexath sees: Nhaeth leaks baleful mirth at his failed attempt to
roar. He, too, drifts off on sleep's ready boat.
D'ney rolls off Nhaeth's hide, tugging the dozing brown towards his couch.