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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(Nhaeth) [-] Jaspyth <<Greetings. Mine says that you should come to
Spectreth's Weyr for a moment, if you can.>>
(Nhaeth) Jaspyth sees: Nhaeth returns a confused montage of the bowl's sky,
before instinct takes over, looping his mind into the shared ether. Down--
<< There? >>
(Nhaeth) From Sky High Above Center Bowl, Elegath pops in from ::between::
(Nhaeth) [-] Jaspyth <<Yes. Mine would have words with yours.>>
(Nhaeth) Jaspyth sees: Nhaeth obeys, then.
(Nhaeth) Queens' Ledge
(Nhaeth)
(Nhaeth) Sandstone stretches into a large ledge, offering more than enough
room for the Weyrs largest occupants: the gold dragons. The earlier theme of
the trim is continued here with a faint decoration in the ledges sandstone
smoothness; the motif so long ago etched into the stone has faded over the
Turns yet still remains grandiose. The favored place for sunning since shade
rarely touches the area, it would not surprise most if the queen dragons of
the Weyr hoarded the ledge for their own use.
(Nhaeth)
(Nhaeth) The following dragons are here: Sivadath and Jaspyth
Spectreth's Ledge
A HUGE rock ledge has been dug out of the side of the volcano's cliff. A
great myriad of claw marks, scrapings, scratching, and dents cover the
surface of this large, rather inviting ledge. Covered in every corner by
natural foliage and potted trees, this rock overhang is easily big enough for
three full grown dragons to lounge in the mid-afternoon sun. The entrance to
the main weyr, which is only big enough really for one dragon at a time (no
crowding please), is covered by a heavy, antique ivory curtain. The curtain
is always kept open during the days when weather permits, and at night
firelight and glowlight flickers behind the thick drapery.
The following dragons are here: Nhaeth
From here you can go:
Spectreth's Weyr Queens' Ledge Viewing Ledge
D'ney dismounts from Nhaeth.
Spectreth's Hideaway
Quiet and neat, this well-lit, sparsely decorated weyr smells of sungazers and
willowood. Glow baskets light even the darkest recesses of this enormous
cavern of a room which is easily big enough for a full-grown, matriachal
dragon and her tall, but tiny lifemate. A vanity, with ointments, potpouri
oven, and a special bottle of mint salve hides in one corner of the room,
while a voluminous pile of furs and pillows cozy up against a roaring hearth
where a fresh pot of klah always bubbles. A large willowood table and four
comfortable, cushioned chairs rest to the other side of the emmense hearth.
In the far corner back away from the hearth is a long, queen-sized bed piled
with more furs and pillows. Across the vaulted ceiling, just at Gamma's
reach, and along the curved, cavern wall next to the weyr entrance, shelves
of books line the walls, making this cave studiously warm. Finally, in every
corner and hanging from the ceiling all about the room are hanging vine
plants and potted trees, glow-light streaking through their spring green
leaves and appendages. At the foot of the bed begins the entrance to another
incredibly large cavern that serves as Spectreth's couch with a sign on the
side of it that says "Lady sleeps here; stay out if you know what's good for
you." And in the far corner across from the bed is a smaller cavern tunnel
that leads back deeper into the cliff. The smell of soap and lavender floats
from this tunnel on water's pleasant rush.
Perched somewhere up high, you see Princess and Skywalker.
You see Big Bushy Tree and Igen VEM here.
Leigha, T'paz, and Eilish are here.
From here you can go:
Ledge Bathing Chamber
Lady's Cavern Nanny's Nook
Gamma has arrived.
Gamma raises a brow at the mention of this latest development. "Well, Sh'lor's
wing will do well with her. You won't need to keep it on your mind. If she'll
agree. She's the most experienced rider we have, and it's the most
crackerjack wing." Peering over the rim of the sweetbun bag, she raises the
other brow. "Are you going to give us some, dear, or just let us /smell/
them?" At the sound of Eilish's entering, she turns her head. "Ah,
Eilish,dear. Come in. share some of these buns of T'paz's with us."
Leigha has disconnected.
Eilish makes her way over to join the other riders, looking a bit less than
professional with her messy bed-head and bleary eyes. A blanketed bundle
remains nestled in the crook of her arm. "Evening, everyone," she greets,
stifling a yawn. "I was asked to come down...?" She reaches with her free
hand to select a bun. "Mm, thank you."
Eilish
Usually messy masses of nutshell brown curls frame Eilish's round face,
falling in twisted spirals and haphazard sproings just past her shoulders
where they bounce ever so slightly with each movement made. Dark eyes that
seem almost black gaze out from beneath arches brows. Face fine boned, yet
not beautiful, she remains quirkily cute in her own way. The rider's spritely
stature does not take away from her femininity, however. Generous curves to
hip and chest mark her as most definitely woman, though most striking are her
lips, oft times arranged into the oddest of smiles.
A tunic -- simple and soft -- of white cloth hangs just far enough to brush
hips. Its neckline is scooped and the sleeves are long and billow about
slender arms. Spring green clings to her legs, material bunching a bit around
her knees and ankles with each movement. Ankle-high lace-up boots hold tight
to petit feet, the laces themselves wrapped 'bout her ankle thrice. Wildly
curling locks are done up in an attempt at taming, tied carefully atop her
head in a make-shift, messy mass.
Igen's golden yellow and darkest black intertwine as two thick cords, looping
once on a slight shoulder. A long tail trails, and her lifemate's ivy-green
in ribbon form twines throughout. Twin tassles dangle from the cording as
well.
She seems to be in her mid thirties.
She is awake and looks alert.
A shadow falls across usually bright eyes; something is on her mind.
Eilish just looked at you.
D'ney trots in, sans dragon -- Nhaeth is hunched humbly outside, peering in
when he is able -- the short wingrider pauses a few steps inwards, then pops
a smart salute to the Weyrleaders and Eilish, whom she shadows. "Hello.
Jaspyth asked us to come over," she explains in her turn.
T'paz grins. "Of course, I'm offering. In fact, I'll hold the little one for
a while, if you like, Eilish, while you try these." He sets the sack
sweet/savoury rolls on a small table, and notes D'ney's arrival too. "Ah,
good. Good. Welcome, D'ney. Just in time." He turns to Gamma breifly, and
"Agreed, then. Eilish, I'm wondering if you can help us out here. I've been
buried in work since I became Weyrleader, and a number of problems have
arisen."
T'paz
Dark grey eyes that sparkle with humor and intensity, looks deeply into yours.
Dark brown hair, cut short now, and brushed back except for the odd strand
that wander out of place every now and then, frame his striking face. His
skin was fair once, but is now ruddy tan. Strong cheekbones blend into a
clearly defined, yet easygoing jaw line. His broad shouldered frame sports
toned and chiseled muscle...long, lean and powerful. Shoulders ripple down a
hardened back, to gymnast's legs - ready to move any way they need to. His
chest and stomach are lean and defined, but not bulky. Hands are long and
strong, callused from hours of duties and heavy tasks. He bears no rings or
bracelets, but will occasionally wear black leather bracers. He moves with
surprising grace and agility for one who measures in at 6'-5". His now
clean shaven face usually bears a rogue's grin, but is remarkably mobile and
expressive.
You can see a healing network of small scratches and bruises marring his skin,
from about the face downwards. All are almost healed, but they make an
interesting pattern on his neck, here and there.
The tropical heat of Ista, and now the Igen sands has helped T'paz to decide
on a much lighter attire than he usually wears. He is now sporting a
sleeveless, tan linen shirt that strains across his broad chest. His slightly
loose-fitting, black shorts are tied up with a length of bronze cording,
revealing more thigh than most would dare. He's got new sandals on, too,
undyed leather with black soles. His customary belt knife is now held tucked
into one of his black leather bracers.
A double cord, triple looped, with two gold tassles graces T'paz's shoulder,
dominant strand yellow other black, with a bronze sisal ribbon woven in. The
knot itself is wrapped once with a band of polished and engraved bronze.
Igen Weyr WeyrLeader it declares, and the symbol engraved onto the band
itself marks him a Wingleader of SurfBlaster Wing.
He is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
D'ney is idle for the moment
Eilish vaguely attempts to return the salute, but that's hard to do with a
baby in one arm, and a bun in the other hand. At T'paz's offer, she slips
into a seat, passing the infant to the Weyrleader. "His name's Eivil...
Careful, he's sleeping." That's the mother in her; the dragonrider in her
asks, "Problems? What sort?" Her brows knit in concern.
Gamma slips lithe fingers into the bag, the heat of the rolls causing them to
pause momentarily before shereaches in and pulls one from the bottom. Turning
her head in D'ney's direction, she smiles at the brownrider, nodding her
head and motioning with a spare hand for D'ney to take a seat on the couch.
Her hands join gracefully in front of her until everyone is seated. Duana,
her personal drudge, appears at her elbow with a tray of beverages. A brow
rises. "Klah, mango juice or wine, anyone?"
D'ney hasn't done something wrong, has she? The ex-weyrbrat actually looks
guilty for a moment. "Did you have orders for us, Weyrleader?" she pipes up
courteously when there's a suitable pause between statements. Otherwise, the
largeness of the weyr itself has D'ney out of her depth. She sinks into the
couch, glancing at the drudge briefly. "No thanks." It's business, you know.
T'paz accepts the babe, and grins, "Hello there, little one." he says gently
to Eivil, then addresses both of the arrivals. "Actually, a couple of
problems. One, is that DuneRaider Wing is now short one Wingleader. Eilish,
I know you're an experienced rider, and you've played many roles in the Weyr.
I know that I need experienced Wingleaders right now. Would you be willing
to take Wingleadership of Duneraider?"
(Nhaeth) [-] Jaspyth <<Actually, mine is about to ask yours a question...>>
D'ney swivels to regard Eilish with brown-bright eyes. Wingleader--/theirs/.
Doubtless, her lifemate watches from the threshold too.
"Juice only, please," Eilish replies with a grateful smile, explaining:
"I'm
nursing." Awaiting her nice, non-alcoholic, non-caffienated bevarage, she
turns to listen to what the Weyrleader has to say. At the offer of
wingleadership, her eyes widen and light up like a child at a turnday party.
"Would I be willing?" she echos. "Of /course/. It's been some long turns
since I last had my own wing..." Fatigue has left her demeanor for the
moment; she amost looks half her age at that moment.
(Nhaeth) Jaspyth sees: Nhaeth dashes a spark of anticipation along the link.
<< A new 'leader for us. >> He sounds awed. Inside, regret tosses and
turns, mourning the old while welcoming the new. Puzzlement: << Question? >>
T'paz grins, and with his free hand, he reaches down and pulls a Wingleader's
knot from his belt. "Then accept this, Eilish, and lead Duneraider." He
offers it to Eilish with a grin. Then he turns towards D'ney. "And thank
you for coming, D'ney. The same sort of problem exists still. I'm finding
that we need to get DuneRaider bolstered up, so as to support the new
Wingleader. I was wondering if you'd be interested in being one of Eilish's
Wingseconds?"
None for D'ney, Juice for Eilish. Gamma nods her head at Duana, stopping her
just shy of turning with a slight touch of her chin. The drudge's eyebrows
rise. Gamma smiles at her, eyes shinning and taps her gently underneath the
chin with the back of her hand, then nods her away. Duana smiles, then turns
away to slip back into the shadows. In a single fluid moment, the weyrwoman
turns and slips into the rocker near the couch, reaching down to the floor
for her own cup of klah which has been waiting for her there. She smiles at
T'paz, then Eilish over the top of her mug.
Eilish reaches out with her good hand and takes the knot almost reverently,
turning it over to rest on the back of her hand. She holds it up slightly to
admire it. "A green ribbon will look lovely in this," she notes with a quirk
of a smile. "Thank you." She glances down at her sleeping son and gives a
maternal coo. "You hear that, Eivil? Momma's a wingleader, just like your
papa." The child is due for a serious complex.
Woe to D'ney, one of the elements of that toy Eilish is so happy to wield.
She accepts the change with a smile, though, and offers sturdy
congratulations over that smile. Perhaps she's here to represent the grunts.
So the question when it comes gains a natural nod. "We will support our
Wingleader, of--" Wait. "--Me?" Eyes roll towards Eilish-and-kid; the
smile swoops away. "Aye, Weyrleader, I'm honoured."
T'paz nods, and fishes out a WingSecond knot. "Then, D'ney, accept this, and
fly with Eilish, as her WingSecond." He offers this to the brownrider with a
grin. "Gamma, I do beleive I'm getting the hang of this..." he says.
"There's only that one other thing..."
(Nhaeth) Jaspyth sees: Nhaeth reverberates with the shock his Dallan doesn't
voice. His voice, indeed, is tucked away beneath the folds of his throat.
<< You didn't tell us, >> he accuses, echoing oft-heard rants. Amusement
dances.
Eilish tears her eyes away from her knot for a moment to toss a smile at young
D'ney. "I run a tight wing," she notes in a moment of seriousness. "You'll
be
flying with the best if you fly with a wing of mine." Confidence, she has
much of; modesty, she lacks.
D'ney takes the knot; salutes again with it tapping to her forehead. Her face
is schooled to grimness, but the mouth twitches. "Duneraider was always a
tight wing." So she thinks. "I'll do my best, Wingleader Eilish."
Gamma takes the sip, then lowers the cup to her lap, smiling at Eilish's
post-natal hormones. And the utter humility, too. "Congratulations, T'paz. A
fine choice." As if she had nothing to do with the appointment of Eilish.
"You, too, D'ney." The tilt of her her head precedes a furrowing of brow as
she waits for the rest of T'paz's commentary, the part forgotten.
"Of course you will do your best," Eilish nods to D'ney. "I wouldn't accept
anything less." Quick movements of her good hand remove her wingsecond knot,
and the wingleader one is easily moved into place, like a good friend coming
back home.
T'paz turns back to Gamma. "All that we had left was the question of
Weyrsecond. And I think that I've got the right person in mind for that
too." To the newly promoted, he says. "I'm glad you both accepted. Lots of
changes, and I'm glad to have you both where I need you."
"I'll always be wherever I'm needed at Igen," Eilish assures her Weyrleader
and Weyrwoman. Fiercely loyal, she is. Eilish is the dragonrider equivalent
of /way/ hardcore.
D'ney fingers her knot, not switching one for the other just yet. She
straightens, a soldier on alert, nodding her assent to Eilish's view. "--So
will I."
T'paz grins, and rises. "Well, then, I'd best be getting back to that
mountain of work awating me. My respects, Gamma, and to Spectreth.
Wingleader Eilish, Wingsecond D'ney." he nods to each, moving towards the
door. As an after thought, he says "Oh, and keep the new meat rolls.
There's a pan full of them still, in the ovens."
Eilish quickles takes her baby back from T'paz before he leaves.
Baby snatching? D'ney crooks a grin and stands as well.
Gamma watches the baby snatching with a raised brow and nods to the
Weyrleader. "T'paz. Fairskies." Poof. He's gone.
Eilish pops up awake.
Babe in her arms, Eilish stands, too, and and nods happily to Gamma and T'paz.
"You won't be sorry," she says simply, glancing sideways at the new knot.
"Now I should take this little one to bed... Good night. Thank you."
Eilish tromps toward Spectreth's Ledge.
T'paz nods, and takes his leave.
T'paz walks toward Spectreth's Ledge.
D'ney bows, then trails, knot in hand. It won't melt, will it?