Log file from Ht-tyl.
8/20/99 2:04:38 AM
R'sli and Ty -- My-oh-my!
Things escalated, and here are the results. In one word: yum.
From afar, R'sli promptly drags you out for RP..
You paged R'sli with: From afar, T'lendel oh yeahs.
From afar, R'sli is in the pens. Reia is idlish, but we can play. Or
somewhere else, if you're of a mind.
You paged R'sli with: From afar, T'lendel shakes his head. Sounds good
to me
Pens
Freshened breezes from the lake to the south linger with the stronger
scents of herdbeast and wherry, dust and dung, that fill this ovoid
enclosure. The sturdy fence sways out into the bowl, captures an
outlet of clear blue lake, and, as it meets the bowl wall, grows into
a stout wind-shelter replete with hay and feeding troughs; not too far
above, a claw-marked series of feeding ledges lie, decorated by a few
discarded and bleached-out bones. A few clusters of green sprout,
downtrodden, in the hard ground, tracked over by the stampeding of the
herds.
It is a winter late night. The stars burn brightly in the cold,
black sky. The cold is deep and bitter.
Squabbling over leftovers are Taco, Eldoradoth, and Yolk.
Gold Ysbryth and green Zaqith are here.
You see Herd of Herdbeasts, Kukalaka, and Skan here.
Areiah and R'sli are here.
Obvious exits:
Stables Barn Training Grounds Central Bowl Beach
Flight
Zaqith
Stellar-gilt jade surges over her diminutive frame, the
endlessly deep hue cracked and shattered by the force of diaphanous
volatility. Within each striation, grains of mica glitter, brassy
gold, accentuating her sylphic proportions with their opalescent
shimmer and glinting from beneath the verdigris that caps each
perfectly defined headknob. Rounded shoulders brace in a wide-set
stance, bisected by the rocky 'ridges scattered along the length of
her spine as jagged fragments of rougher opacity. Copper trails into
bright wheaten quickening along the length of her long, lithe tail;
caustic brightness in a resonant contrast to sunlight's subtle charade.
Well oiled cinnamon colored straps encircle Zaqith's neck,
stitched together with rose leather. Hand holds hang from the band,
and two buckles shine from their respective spots, Zaqith's hide
protected by the fleece padding beneath them.
Zaqith is 4 Turns, 2 months, and 24 days old.
She is 22 meters long, with a wingspan of 36 meters.
Zaqith appears to be dozing.
R'sli
Before you stands a remarkable young man, shrewd and easy-going as a
result of his tinker birth. Coal-black hair brushes the very top of
his violet eyes, retreating into a tight trim 'round the sides and
back. A pair of silver-framed spectacles with small, round lenses
perch on his nose, making that violet gaze a bit more intense. Not
the biggest rider in the Weyr, his 5'7 frame is tightly packed with
ropy muscles. As he catches your gaze, he offers a lopsided grin,
leaving the urge to count your teeth to be sure he hasn't charmed any
away. Oh yeah. He's one to watch out for, all right.
Sunkissed lavendar writhes across R'sli's form, lean contours shaped
and wrestled down, flaring into brilliant sunset of melodious violet;
light hues dim, limning the edge of frayed leather cuffs before losing
itself around tightness of his rider's leathers that cover his frame.
Few stray threads of black and blue -- High Reaches -- weave
themselves in, picked stitchery keeping attire together. Sheathing
boots of mundane black climb up his legs, legs of trousers sliding to
cover those into obscurity. Cut to be noticed, lines are stylized to
highlight his sturdy build in a sleek exterior. Coiled around R'sli's
neck is Stanzi. Perched on R'sli's shoulder is Felvis.
On his shoulder, double cords of blue and black twist with silver
thread and green ribbon to form the double loop and tassle of an
Assistant Weyrlingmaster's knot. The knot itself is worn-looking and
has obviously been repaired recently.
He is sleeping.
R'sli is 21 Turns, 8 months, and 20 days old.
Cairhoth
Dull polished antique brass of the young dragonet is long since rubbed
away, revealing a foundation of pure brass and gold. In other places,
new polish rolls across fluid muscles in licking drips of flame. Oily
rainbow of tarnish is cleared away, showing the even more flamboyant
hues beneath, more autumn tinged than the original -- darker and
brighter all at once in its penumbral depths. Bulky muscle of birth
is still powerful, now sleeker, stretching below smooth hide of more
lengthy body. His head is large and wedge-shaped, still vaguely
blunted, but wings have elongated to a form that would be elegant on a
smaller dragon. On this bronze, muscles and length give the
impression of smooth, easy flight, powerfully and gracefully
controlled.
A bright sapphire blue strap of supple leather encircles already large
neckridges of this growing dragon, held firmly in place by brass
buckles that gleam suddenly in the light. Sapphire and cobalt of
autumn's breeze stretch in finger-like tendrils down the middles, and
the edges are rimmed with a darker azure where the dye pooled. Deep,
bold saturation draws out the flames beneath tarnished young hide,
rich hues of liquid leather accentuating the penumbral depth of future
flamboyance.
R'sli stands in the pens, watching Zaqith as she grooms the last
remnants of her feeding from her gilded muzzle. His face brightens
when Cairhoth lands, and brightens even more when T'lendel dismounts.
"Ty! How have you been?" His violet gaze, although bright, holds
some deeper look behind it. One that's new to this greenrider.
T'lendel gives Cairhoth's leg a light slap as he dismounts, "No, I
don't .... Eat, Cairhoth!" Bronzen lifemate merely nudges T'lendel's
shoulder with his muzzle, then sets off again, gliding over the fence
and into the bowl, where he soon sets about following that ...
suggestion. T'lendel's voice sounds a touch odd as he nods, "Okay, I
guess." He's alive anyway. "And you, R'sli?" Bronzerider grins,
"Having any more trouble with overeager riders?"
R'sli nods. "I blacked a rider's eye at Southern this very afternoon,"
he says. "Some brownriders can't take no for an answer, I guess." He
sighs, and shrugs. "But Areiah says that she'll back me up on that."
He throws his head in Zaqith's direction. "Of course, with a proddy
green, it's harder to avoid." He chuckles, and grins lopsidedly at
the bronzerider. "What about you? I noticed on the rosters that
Inferno was pulling extra duty. Enya irritate S'phen just so?" His
tone is teasing, and his gaze never leaves his friend's face.
-> From afar, T'lendel notes that Ty's in Pernese hell atm. He just
got swamped with several things at once ICly, so he's likely to act
moody or shaken just like *that*. Or to act normal and pretend
nothing is wrong. ;) [to: Areiah and R'sli]
T'lendel laughs softly, though he sighs, just faintly, at mention of
proddy Zaqith. Not another thing, not on top of the rest. He nods,
moving over to the fence and looking out at the bowl, absently
watching as Cairhoth cleanly swoops down to grab a plump herdbeast.
"Yeah, we're working extra." A slight shrug. "I don't think it had
anything to do with Enya though." He glances back, grinning wryly,
"More like bad timing."
"Bad timing?" the greenrider echoes. "What does that mean?" He steps
up to the fence, joining the bronzerider. He stands close, though not
too close as to be truly improper. "Your wing trying out a new comedy
act?" He throws his own wry grin at his clutchmate. "Or you were
caught timing it?"
T'lendel glances at the greenrider, "Oh, I wish. No, the duty just got
scheduled right in the midst of everything else..." He begins to
rattle off the list, almost talking to himself, "Past loves, brats
turned near-fosterlings, crises, confusion..." He shakes his head, as
if clearing it of such thoughts, and makes a disgusted sound, "I
almost wish I could just hide out in my weyr! How's that for
devotion?"
R'sli grins. "Nah. They'd find you in a heartbeat," he chuckles.
"Best to stay somewhere they won't find you," he advises sagely. His
tongue fails him at that point, and he looks down, blushing. "You
said something about crises?" he asks, worry etching his face. "Are
you all right?" He inches a bit closer, listening intently.
"Oh? Where might that be?" almost velvety are the tones, in contrast
to earlier bitterness. But then T'lendel shrugs, though his hands
tighten on the top rail of the fence, "It's nothing R'sli. Just some
trouble Si--oh!" He grins, "That's what I missed telling you earlier!
I've taken in your little friend Siannen as a guest for a bit." He
frowns, "Though I'm not sure just how she's ended up staying so
long..."
R'sli grins. "She's like that," he admits. "She'll latch on for a
good long while. I take it you're referring to her stay in the
Infirmary?" He winks. "But if she's bothering you, you can send her
my way. Or hide out at my place." He blushes. "That is, if you want
to."
T'lendel smiles, then shakes his head faintly, "Well, yes and no.
Before she went to the Infirmary, she stayed in the weyr -- Cairhoth
was supposed to stand guard against nightmares." His eyes dance with
renewed laughter, and then an altogether different emotion enters
them, "She near scared me to death, wracked with chills as she was."
But his little speech comes to a sudden and tidy stop at the last.
Longing enters his eyes -- not lust, but wistfulness, "I don't think I
could do that right now, R'sli." (*more*)
He sighs. "That's the other thing wreaking havoc on my sleep -- I just
saw an old ... flame, I guess they call it. And she looks good, and
she feels sorry, and I'm over her. But I still don't know just how
I'm supposed to pick up the friendship." He looks at R'sli, then
baldly states, "She broke my heart. And with ... with someone whom I
trusted. We didn't part on the best of terms, though I'd pretty much
forgiven her, and I didn't see her for turns..." He waves one hand
across the air, "And now this. I just don't get it."
"Oh," is the greenrider's muted reply. Emotions struggle across his
face, and he sets his jaw. "Well, I was only kidding anyway," he says
brightly, and perhaps a bit too loudly. "Of course I was." He winks
at the bronzerider, but there's a certain pain reflected in that
violet gaze. "I hope you work everything out okay." Somehow, though,
it sounds hollow in the chill air.
T'lendel abruptly grabs the other man's arm, "Hey! Don't be that
way..." He looks a bit confused, but mostly concerned, "I'm just
saying, I'm too thoroughly in need of resolutions to hide out, is
all." On a gamble, the bronzerider rushes on, "And...And I don't know
what I'd do, trying to hide in the same weyr as you." He looks
completely startled at that, and swings back around to the pens,
releasing greenrider's arm and staring blankly out. Cairhoth, in the
background, abruptly pulls back from a dive and backwings. Food
suddenly doesn't seem to have the bronze's immediate interest.
R'sli places a hand on the other man's shoulder, steeling himself.
"I'm sorry, Ty," he offers lamely. "I wasn't aware that you were so
fuddled," the greenrider explained. "It's just that...I don't know,"
he finishes half-heartedly. "I've been sort of mixed up myself
lately, and Areiah says I should just say things that, quite frankly,
I'm not sure I can say." He groans softly, and elicits Zaqith's
attention, the gilded green looking up from her bask to peer at her
rider. "Don't be upset, T'lendel," he says softly. "It'd kill me,"
he finishes in a mutter.
T'lendel turns back towards R'sli at the end, eyes widening in sudden
awareness. "I'm not..not upset. Just disturbed." He looks like he
could use a good talk with Areiah himself. T'lendel rakes his fingers
through his tousled hair, drawing in a deep breath, "It's gotten so I
don't even know the words to say, much less how to say them." He
shakes his head, looking frustrated, "I've never felt.. I mean, I
never..." And finally, he gives up, just staring into the greenrider's
eyes, searching out some hint of understanding.
R'sli stares back, throat suddenly dry. He reaches up and tugs at a
lock of that tousled hair with a lopsided grin. "It's okay," he says
softly. "Words are cheap, if you think about it. There are harpers
to write words for people." He grins, and wrinkles his nose at the
bronzerider. "Actions are far more effective." And with that, he
leans in quickly and brushes his lips across the other man's cheek.
Pulling back, uncertainty rests in his face, and he chews his lip
hesitantly. Well, that was certainly active, wasn't it?
[Elementalings] Erranth smooches Ty and Ris. You two are just too cute. ;)
[Elementalings] T'lendel ohs?
[Elementalings] R'sli grins.
[Elementalings] T'lendel begins to wonder just how many people are
watching from the Central Bowl...
T'lendel stops breathing for half a moment, finally managing a
strained, "Oh, yes." Certainly. The very same bronzerider who took
control over a freezing child, even though he was nearly knocked cold
with worry, now stands there, helpless. A vague dragon snort can be
heard in the distance, and T'lendel blinks, then blushes faintly. He
groans softly, "Shells, why now, R'sli? I can't..." Again, he gives
that rapid shake of head. But he wants... And so the bronzerider
leans suddenly forward himself, swiftly kissing not the man's cheek,
but his lips. There's a sense of something testing to it, not of the
greenrider nearly so much as of himself.
[Elementalings] Erranth grins, I like a good romance. ;)
[Elementalings] Erranth cheers and sniffs. Sigh. Well, much as I'd like
to stay and spy some more ;) I'm off to bed.
[Elementalings] T'lendel slurps Erranth! :)
[Elementalings] Areiah, oh not-so-idle voyuer that she is, bounces and
squeaks and cheers along with Erranth! And then settles down to be
quiet and pretend to not-be-here again. Nightnight Errie!
You paged R'sli with: From afar, T'lendel grins wickedly. What Ty
needs is a good ol' off camera, C'ran-type lesson to teach him a few
things. Get him over that confusion.
R'sli melts. Literally. Reaching up, he pulls T'lendel in closer, the
kiss becoming so much more than a test to him...now it's a testimony
of sorts. After what seems like a million turns, he reluctantly
breaks that kiss, and licks his lips, gaze warm and soft. "Wow," he
breathes. "That's...nice." He grins weakly, and leans against the
bigger rider. "Wow," he repeats.
You paged R'sli with: From afar, T'lendel grins. Then again, 'wow'
might do the trick.
From afar, R'sli waggles his eyebrow, and dangles the key to his weyr
with an innocent look. Just 'wow'?
You paged R'sli with: From afar, T'lendel mms. Yes, I think they
should go right on up to that weyr.
From afar, R'sli takes his cue from you... ;P
T'lendel moves closer in the same instant, taking in that testimony and
so much more. Suddenly, he wants it all. And he wants to share it.
As the kiss ends, his arms relax around R'sli, and he breathes the
greenrider's name out softly, like it was something words could break.
"I think ...I think we need to get inside." Out of the cold? Not
precisely what he was thinking. "But. not. to. hide." And he means
now.
[Elementalings] Areiah just /swoons/! Someone is logging this and has
promised me a copy, yes?
[Elementalings] T'lendel is and does.
[Elementalings] Areiah adores you, of course, and just snuggles up with
her blanket and mushy music and continues to melt.
[Elementalings] T'lendel nuzzles Areiah. Just because you're special.
You paged R'sli with: From afar, T'lendel sighs contentedly. Don't
want it to end. But it sounds like the fade-to-black point is getting
very close...
R'sli nods, a smile playing about his lips. "Yes," he decides, turning
to look at the bronzerider. "I think that's a good idea." He
disentangles reluctantly, and calls to Zaqith. "My weyr is big enough
for Cairhoth, if he wants to stay close," the greenrider says softly.
That's both a question and a statement, but one that he's waited a
lifetime to say. "Zaqith likes company."
From afar, R'sli nods. I should be getting to bed soon. This was just
stellar RP.
You paged R'sli with: From afar, T'lendel hugs. Oh, definitely. Nice
and tingly, with bursts of WarmFuzzy. :)
From afar, R'sli woos! Pose us out of there, buddy! :P
[Elementalings] Areiah isn't special. I'm a gossip. Big difference. ;D
[Elementalings] Halaith: A special gossip?
T'lendel nods slowly, "As does Cairhoth...he will come as well." To
keep himself from stealing another kiss, or caress, or /anything/,
T'lendel backs off suddenly, straight towards the bronze dragon who's
only just landed behind him. He grins, "We'll follow you up." And
suddenly, all those worries and problems don't matter. Why, he can't
even remember, just now, what upset him in the first place. Mounting
Cairhoth, he is swift to secure straps and such. Best to hurry out of
here.
Cairhoth gives you proper time to be impressed with his well-oiled hide
and then shifts a large, amber-dipped paw to be of assistance. You
step forward and grasp blue-dyed loops on straps to clamber to the
top. There, you settle into the appropriate space between
fire-streaked neckridges. One thing's for sure: there's plenty of
room, and quite a view!
R'sli climbs up a preferred forelimb to settle between two of Zaqith's
neckridges.
Zaqith leaps up Up UP into the air.
Up up up! Wings beat to lift you up out of the dusty pens.
Zaqith loops north, risking the Weyrling Grounds' airspace.
Okay, so you risk it and loop into the Weyrling airspace.
Zaqith soars in for a landing on Zaqith's ledge.
You soar in for a landing on Zaqith's ledge.
Zaqith's Ledge
Jutting out from its lofty perch, this ledge is the perfect spot for a
green dragon to watch the younger dragons cavort, or even for catching
the last few rays of sun. A fitting throne for the green who would be
queen.
It is a winter before dawn. Clouds begin to drift in and blot out
the stars in the pre-dawn winter sky.
Green Zaqith is here.
Obvious exits:
Weyr Zaqith's Couch Fly
R'sli slides easily down Zaqith's neck, with an assist from the dainty
green, to land softly on the ground.
Cairhoth lowers himself almost surprisingly smoothly to make
dismounting easier. With one quick look at the still-considerable
distance left between you and the ground, you begin to slide --
carefully -- down his smooth hide, landing at last firmly on the
ground with the feel of Cairhoth's even breathing at your side.
Cairhoth thinks to you, << I bespoke Zaqith with: Cairhoth rumbles
softly, red-brown still muddying the edges of his thoughts. <<I seek
food, now that Mine is well. Would you Watch out for them?>> A
blurred herdbeast scampers across the sending, <<And I will rejoin you
Later.>> to her. >>
Cairhoth senses Zaqith sends whispers of caramel and cinnamon,
contentment touched with the edge of proddy cream. <<I will watch.>>
to him.
Cairhoth lets the wind fill his mainsail, and soars into the air.
R'sli pulls back a tapestry and slips into the cozy warmth of the weyr.
Pulling back the heavy tapestry, you slip into the weyr.
Zaqith and Ris' Weyr
Snug and cheery, this weyr is obvously its tenant's sanctuary. Thick
tapestries from across Pern hang on the stone walls, reducing the ring
of voice on stone to almost nothing. Against one wall a large cot is
heaped high with furs, the refuge of many firelizards, some of whom
even live here. A battered table in the middle of the weyr serves as
both desk and dinery, a small glowbasket sitting merrily in the center
of its weathered top. A sturdy chair is pushed up under the table,
carefully out of any trafficways. A cheerful fire burns in a stone
fireplace, and thick wooly rugs blanket the floor to protect against
the chill of stone. A privacy screen painted with scenes of Holdless
life stands stationary between Zaqith's couch and a small press,
hiding the entrance to the necessary. As a final touch, thick
tapestries are hung across the opening to keep the elements out. All
in all, this weyr is cozy, and easy to come home to, if hard to leave.
The gentle odor of apples and brown sugar tugs gently at the mind,
connecting somehow perfectly with the spicy smell of dragonhide to
caress and comfort each visitor.
On the ledge, you see Zaqith.
Snuggled deep within the furs blanketing the cot are Kwik, Mirage, and
Zoot.
You see R'sli's Tapestry here.
R'sli is here.
Obvious exits:
Ledge Zaqith's Couch Staircase
A bubbling klah pot on the hearth indicates that guests are welcome
right now. Please, have a seat!
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R'sli *grins, and has to go. This was the MOST fun. Now we get to RP
even more schtuff, especially working Siannen into the mix.
T'lendel *nods. Heh, and I told her on-channel, that you and I "got
along very well" :P Don't think she caught on to *this* though. It
was utterly wonderful. And lovely. Thank you.
R'sli *snugs. No, thank /you/...truly stellar. Send me a log as well?
T'lendel *snugs and lets you go then. I'm going to go melt into a
puddle of warm feelings in the meantime. ;)
[Elementalings] Areiah, all puddled, oozes on off to bed. Night guys. :D
R'sli falls asleep.
R'sli has disconnected.
[<SnowZone!>] T'lendel drifts into sweetest oblivion. 'night, Weyr!