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.
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 Zippo, Caliban, Maestro, and Diz.
You see Rushweed Basket, Beast, Ierie, and SurfBlaster Wing table here.
Ricky is here.
Come one, come all. Threadfall in Igen Weyr. All Riders to the skies above the
northwestern bowl and all non-riders to the ground of the bowl.
Entered by Quchai (#8913) at Fri Mar 23 20:14:56 2001 MST
Quchai walks in from Lower Caverns.
Quchai walks toward NorthWest Bowl.
Caliban dozes off...
Eyochai skulks in from Lower Caverns.
Eyochai skulks toward NorthWest Bowl.
Ricky walks toward NorthWest Bowl.
Dallaney is just swinging from the lower caverns, one hand cupped securely
over the body of a little firelizard on her shoulder. She barely makes it
past the first few tables when the creature wheels, whirls off in a flurry of
furred wings.
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.
Perched somewhere up high, you see Tembler, Xavier, and Rock.
Quchai, Eyochai, and Ricky are here.
The following dragons are here: Loralith, Israeth, Chaddyth, Dagath, Tyranoth,
Maestoth, Xuxakeirth, Jazyth, Yinxiath, Xweth, Alath, and Ysaeth
From here you can go:
Living Cavern Infirmary Center Bowl
Guest Weyr Stairs Up Weyr Entrance
Jazine pools in from the Living Caverns, just one of the many entry-ways
towards the wide-open NorthWest Bowl. Eyes glitter with expression as she
enters, always appreciating the depth of the bowl. Eyes search for a familiar
face in mind, and her search continues.
Something comes over her, and Alath lays herself upon the ground, eyelids
sliding shut and wings resting. Green tail wraps about her large body and
twitches in contentment.
Ysaeth waddles toward Sky Above Northwest Bowl.
Eyochai slinks by on her way to some random point in time and space. She
pauses to look meekly father-wards, and attempt to prowl by unnoticed.
Astride Chaddyth, O'no arrives.
Ricky wanders in, eyes peering about. Charges all inside with other nanny's as
the lad wanders out to stand with the other people around...
Phrend enters, meeting with Jazine. The two, the young couple meet and adjoin
in pure bliss. Arms embrace one another, as they are glad to see each other.
From Sky Above Northwest Bowl, Chesketh has arrived.
Chesketh has arrived.
Eyelids open one at a time, and ivy-colored head is lifted as Alath wakes up
from a deep slumber.
Chaddyth arrives toward Sky Above Northwest Bowl.
From Sky Above Northwest Bowl, Innokasth has arrived.
Dallaney is a study in noise as she patters out around the corner, sandals
skidding past Phrend and Jazine's meeting. She swears softly; spots the
assistant nanny. "--Hey!"
Dallaney
Gaunt, Dallan is, grown into a gawky adolescent sturdiness. A mass of
indifferent mahogany curls crisps defiantly from behind her ears, huddling to
straggle over sharp eyebrows that cap equally hazel eyes in a thin face. Her
nose is sharp, her chin well-defined; dark brown cheeks and lips naturally
pursed make her no pleasure to look upon. Uncertain growth has given the
slender limbs wiry strength, with a simple agility of motion, but she remains
shorter than most others her age.
A robe of light brown, barely feminine, covers most of her long-legged, spare
shape, sending any hints of figure into obscurity. Of Igen make but
self-styled, the linen material sheers ungracefully just above bony kneecaps,
hitched up in folds to allow easier wear and lighter travel. An ungainly, if
quaint, umber belt winds around her waist, binding cloth to flesh and holding
up the robe in ragged manner, keeping it dipping into the dark sandals that
flicker out far below its hem.
One cord, one loop: the dark and bright colours of Igen Weyr twine on her
shoulder knot.
She is awake and looks alert.
Restored. Perhaps.
K'no dismounts from Chesketh.
Quchai looks around for his daughter, and she finally appears to the eye.
"Hey. Over here." It isn't a question. It's a statement.
Innokasth has arrived.
Settled 'twixt emeraldine neckridges, Len unbuckles grassy hued riding straps
from herself with a faint click.
Innokasth emits a draconic yawn as Len tumbles precariously down her side,
bored with the goings-on.
Eyochai bridles faintly, but isn't entirely unreasonable. She just yelled at
the guy, for Faranth's sake. "What is it?" she wonders in only slight
exasperation. "I was going to go meet Noggy by the lake..."
Ricky waves towards Dallaney and gives a littel grin "Hey!" he calls back, and
idly trots towards her with a small wave to someone else in teh small crowd...
Quchai has to ask. "Who is Noggy? What did a tell you about boys." Not all
boys can be as handsome as I. No, really.
From Sky Above Northwest Bowl, Astride Ysaeth, Wingleader E'rent is in charge
of this 'Fall, a test of his abilities to some degree and in others simply a
coincidence. Deploying directions to each of the wings in the sky, he orders
the dragons into formation to prepare for the leading edge of Thread that
will soon be upon them.
Innokasth's forelimb shifts, angular elbow jutting outwards and eyes whorling
with curiosity as Len scales grass-green straps to mount.
Settled 'twixt emeraldine neckridges, Len buckles grassy hued straps securly
around herself with a faint click.
Kaze flitters toward Sky Above Northwest Bowl.
Jazine rushes towards her mate, embracing the hug tightly. "I must have been
looking all around this -weyr- for you!" she says, but a giggle is realized,
just so glad to find him at last.
K'no mounts Chesketh.
Innokasth trots, backside lifted and swaying provocatively, toward Sky Above
Northwest Bowl.
Eyochai reveals; "He's /mine/" is all she has to say about Noggy. "And I
don't
know what you told me about them. Same thing you told me about girls?"
They're interchangeable, for her.
Chesketh waddles toward Sky Above Northwest Bowl.
Dallaney closes in on the young man, arms swinging widely as if to ward off
dragonwings' dust. "I was going to tell you about that toy my Culpa stole
from one of yours," she bolts into explanation. "But he ran off-- did
yours?" It might have been a flight.
Quchai reveals a hidden wall. "He isn't yours until I have a written, legal
statement in my hand. Until the day I die, I won't let that happen." Oh,
who's the big boy. He can't let his daughter do this.
Eyochai squints at Quchai. "What do you mean? You can't do that. Especially
since I don't plan on 'fasting the guy." She's just using him for steamy make
out sessions. But Quchai doesn't need to know that.
From Sky Above Northwest Bowl, Chaddyth grumbles deep down in his throat in
anticipation of what is to come. His rider slides one gloved hand down across
his shoulder not only to soothe him, but also her. She glances to the side to
check on the rest of her wing.
Ricky ahs and nodnods, shielding himself from the dust as well "Yeah, I
remember a boy complaining about a lost toy...yeah, my lizzen dissappeared
somewheres too," he calls to her before he reaches her side, easier to talk
that way.
Quchai makes it very clear. "Oh, you aren't 'fasting him." He relaxes, just a
little bit as he points up to the sky. "Look, have you ever noticed how
smooth dragons' underbellies look?" Some would address that he's on drugs.
"Yes," Eyochai says tersely. She has noticed. But the depth of her notice
isn't Quchai's business. "What's your point?"
From Sky Above Northwest Bowl, Ysaeth flies toward Sky High Above Northwest
Bowl.
From Sky Above Northwest Bowl, Chesketh flies toward Sky High Above Northwest
Bowl.
From Sky Above Northwest Bowl, Innokasth rumbles loudly, peering about
nervously as her rider manages to get them insinuated with the correct
Telgarian wing. Greenlet pair wait anxiously, then rise with the signal --
time to go? Gah.
From Sky Above Northwest Bowl, Innokasth sweeps gracefully 'pon emeraldine
wings toward Sky High Above Northwest Bowl.
Quchai states. "I forget. I lost my wagon of thought." he says, blinking in a
little bit of his dumbfoundness. "I was just ...." He was just...what?
Dallaney tilts her chin, the better to eye Ricky with. "Don't know his name."
The boy's name, that is. "But it was a blue thing, with floppy ears. Looked
a bit like a herdbeast with a bigger head and chopped off limbs. You could
ask him to get it from me?" It's a request, really.
Ricky nods "Thats the toy. I'll have him ask you about it when I see him next,
he's prolly discovering some nook or cranny in the Weyr right now." the nanny
says, grinning at Dallaney and nodding again.
Eyochai eyes paternal ancestor. "Ah." He's crazy. She knew it. She starts to
slowly slink off.
From Sky Above Northwest Bowl, Chaddyth catches a thermal toward Sky High
Above Northwest Bowl.
From Sky Above Northwest Bowl, Kaze flies, with a heavy belly, toward Sky High
Above Northwest Bowl.
Viloiam walks in from one of the entrances, wine in hand. He rushes towards
Quchai with a bottle in hand. It must be something important.
Quchai looks towards Eyochai, offering a hug. Then he gets caught off guard.
"Viloiam, what's going on? -- And Eyochai, where are you going?"
Eyochai pauses mid-stride to eye that wine. "Is that stuff any good?" she
wonders at Viloiam. Nevermind Quchai.
Dallaney disagrees. "I'd say he was away with Siggy. Seen those two
together, once." She leaves off with a wave of her hand, shoulder twitching
carefully. "Strange not having him there." Affably: "What're you doing here
and not with /them/?" The ubiquitous weyrchildren.
Viloiam nods his head, to both Eyochai and Quchai. "Infact, it is a -good-
Telgar Red. It's the only one we found so far that didn't go bad." he says
softly, preparing the facts. "Now, you might want to hide that." he mentions,
then skitters off. The bottle is handed beforehand to Qu.
Ricky shrugs "Maybe so," he says with a shrugs "Nah, not too strange. He
hops
about, far more so than any of teh others." he grins "They're inside, I got
lucky the other nannies wern't as curious as I about wahts happening out
here." he says with a shrug.
Eyochai has a reason to hang around her dear Papa, it seems. She eyes the
bottle covetously.
Quchai looks towards Eyochai, tricky eyes glowing. "Don't even think that
you'll get this." he says, one finger pushing the side of it. "This is
precious."
Dallaney nods, partaking of the air. "Something's going on," says she, a
trifle grumpily. Something always is. "Think I'll go hunt him up," she
noses at Ricky, and turns on that express errand.
"Exactly, Da," Eyo emphasizes. "So why waste it on you?"
Ricky nodnods "Alright, see you later then." he says, looking up towards the
sky curiously as lizzen come to settle on shoulders.
Kitchens
Heat greets upon entry, be it the usual warmth of Igen or the sweltering
oppressive heat from the hearths while in use. The oblong room is often
filled with red-faced cooks and sweaty drudges caught in the grip of daily
routine or taking an opportunity to rest along the slightly cooler wall
opposite the cooking fires. Heavy wooden tables showing signs of the Turns of
use they've had seem to fill the rooms middle, a center of industrious
preparation of meals. Food in various stages of readiness can often be seen
being worked on during the day and even at night there is always at least one
pot of stew or soup and small piles of fresh breads for midnight usage and
meatrolls and klah are perpetually warmed by the night hearth.
To see a list of Cook's Rooms, type 'Rooms'.
From here you can go:
Living Cavern Cellar Lower Caverns
Dallaney roots around here. There're certain to be clues.
Diz has arrived.
Dallaney ignores the cooks, neglects the food even -- she's digging through
the heat-soaked area, peeping behind pots for a sign of Siggy's friend. And
never mind how silly it looks.
Diz pops out from behind a big sack of tubers and snickers as he hides again,
before he can be spolled. Its just like playing with those wierd, dunb
nannies.
Dallaney isn't as big as the nannies, though. She's lithe enough to wriggle
through the pair of sacks sitting at the back of the kitchen; she kicks idly
at one of them, then attacks the next row of tuber-sacks, near Diz's early
site.
Diz giggles and pokes his head up, then dodges, dissappearing near some pots
to hide and tehn pop away from.
The pots wouldn't be very happy to see Diz, were they sentient. Dallan,
however, clatters over a stray spoon on the floor. The dodging figure
catches her notice at that point -- she ducks behind a stack of pans; holds
up one of them for cover while inching nearer to the boy.
Diz doesn't know he's being stalked of course and crawls a few inches farther
away from Dallaney, peeking over a few pots to peer around for her...wow,
isn't he the prey tonight?
Dallaney the moving saucepan freezes, hands tucked out of sight, elbows
grazing uncomfortably against cold stone. A few seconds after, she springs
into movement, pouncing towards Diz. The lid flies off her loosened hands.
Crashes. An assistant cook yells, all at once.
Diz eeps as he's caught, trying to wiggle loose and not succeding yet....or
ever...as he's been caught good. Eyes go wide as he watches Dallaney, bigger
than him, loom above? behind? him...oops?
Dallaney isn't bigger by much, but she has gravity on her side, and digs her
fingers forcefully into the boy's ribs. "Quiet, or they'll catch us," she
hisses, putting lips to his ear.
Diz is silent almost instantly, yeah, wide eyes still stare at Dallaney and
the boy peers at her "Yes, ma`am. WHat'cha need ma`am?" he asks as if
speaking to an elder.
"I'm--Dallan--/Dallan/," she repeats for the benefit of that ear of his,
leaning over him. "Your name?" Not far away, the cook is moving barrels,
stacking saucepans, getting drudges to look for that tunnelsnake that must
have sneaked in when no one noticed.
Diz blinks at Dallaney "Yes, Dallan. I'm Diz." he says quickly, keeping his
voice low...he dun't want no cooks to know he was swiping food earlier or if
he was in here at /all/.
That food might still be on him the way Dallan sniffs at the boy's collar,
nostrils flaring. "Diz," she cracks down on the name, spits it out. "Okay.
They're quieter now. When I tell you to, we get out. Don't crash into
anything. Okay?"
Diz nods quickly, agreeable to any escapade now that he's acually and finally
been caught in action. "Okay, when yer ready...." he says, peering up at her
again then working his way into a position ready to move to get out the door
without being seen.
Dallaney holds up her fingers, counting down. "...Two...one," she drops the
hand, and collars Diz on the way out. Out of concealment, on a zigzagging
path between sacks and the like. Watch out for that incoming drudge!
Diz follows Dallaney, quickly skittering in between legs and around feet till
he's free of the bustle and outside the kitchens...out, yes!
Diz flitters toward Main Living Cavern.
Dallaney is rid of the drudge -- off and away now.
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 Zippo, Screech, Maestro, and Diz.
You see Rushweed Basket, Beast, Ierie, and SurfBlaster Wing table here.
Dallaney scampers out, head lowered, arms still bent in that runner's crook.
Diz escapes from the kitchens in her wake and she steers them onwards, down the
nearest arch. Behind, a ladle flies from someone's hand after the pair of
youngsters.
Dallaney tugs Diz after her.