A Visit to Vivian

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8/26/99 1:53:42 AM

You visualize Sky High Over Northeastern Bowl for Cairhoth.
Cairhoth thinks to you, << Ok, I am now envisioning... >>
Cairhoth dips cleanly on a thermal, and the next moment he is gone. He
is ::between::
:::BETWEEN!:::
You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::... absolute
darkness surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you... you wait,
and count...
Black...
Blacker...
Blackest...

Sky High Over Northeastern Bowl, Ista Weyr

Cairhoth appears suddenly with the brilliance of Rukbat swirling
beneath penumbral shades of bronze hide. A large shadow stretches
across the ground, the first indication of his silent return from
::between::

You spiral downward.
You glide southwest.
You fly southeast across the bowl.
You spiral down for a landing in the bowl.

Southeastern Bowl
This area of the bowl is the highest point of the bowl floor; from
here, it slopes down and to the northwest, spilling out to the plateau
below the wide gap in the Weyr rim to the west. Various tunnels here
lead into the Weyr's inner caverns; the living caverns, hatching
grounds, and main Weyr tunnel all branch off from here. To the west
lie the stables where the Weyr's runners are housed. There is also a
stone stairway that leads up to the Weyrleader's weyrs.
It is a winter late night.
Above, you see Chelath.
Brown Minyath, green Ilsinth, brown Morath, blue Kyanth, brown
Sevareth, and blue Abracath are here.
You see Twin's Tent here.
Tynar is here.
Obvious exits:
Hatching Cavern Central Bowl Weyr Tunnel Living Caverns

Cairhoth senses Tynar looking at him.

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.

Tynar pauses and looks up at Cairhoth, blinking at such a large dragon landing nearby.

Tynar
male Ista Weyr Resident (IW Candidate)
This sturdy young man with alert grey eyes appears quite handsome for a
person his age. From what you can tell, he's roughly five and three
quarters feet tall and weighs something near 145 pounds. His rich
brown hair is fairly clean but mussed a bit, as if he's been outside
hard at work. He seems to be in good health, not showing any signs of
illness or injury. He soon turns from your gaze, however, as something
else catches his eye.
He has on a thick green tunic that has apparently had a few holes worn
in the elbows. Upon his lower body is a pair of brown breeches and a
pair of thick soled wherhide boots. All in all, this outfit has seen a
bit of wear and tear, but has held up fairly well under the torture of
this young man.
He also wears a new accessory. Upon his right shoulder, a simple white
knot is looped over and around his arm, denoting him as a candidate of
Ista Weyr.
Home: Candidate's Barracks (#1942)
Presently in: Southeastern Bowl (#529)
Connected 1 hour, 11 minutes, and 54 seconds
Idle 2 minutes and 18 seconds
Known as: Tynar and Tyn
IC Age: 16 Turns, 11 months, and 16 days

Cairhoth lounges in the bowl once rider dismounts, twin moonlight
reflecting softened rainbows off his hide, here and there. A lazy gaze
is given the boy. Some appreciation?

You go to the Hatching Grounds Entrance.
Hatching Grounds Entrance
The imposing height of this tunnel is a mere shadow of the cavern
beyond. Worn smooth by time and touch, the walls and floor reflect
turns of passage by candidate and observer alike, dusted gently by a
smattering of coarse black sand; heat and excitement are palpable here
as well, cooled somewhat by the breeze that filters in from the bowl.
Broad, shallow stairs sweep up to the galleries for more general
observation, while a broad, lower tunnel leads towards the sands
themselves.
Vivian is here.
Obvious exits:
Sands Galleries Bowl
Cairhoth> T'lendel strides easily to the Hatching Cavern.

Cairhoth> Tynar glances after T'lendel, then back to the bronze. He shakes his head a little and glances back after the rider. Confused, isn't he? He glances back to Cair and looks him over, "A bronze.. Largest dragon I'd possibly get, huh?" He looks up, even at the lounging dragon, "Huge.."

Cairhoth> Cairhoth drops his head between his front paws, greens whirling slowly in the large, jeweled eyes. Where lifemate may not have paused for greetings, this bronze will do so. A gentle rumble spills across the night air.

T'lendel steps lightly in from the bowl, blinking a touch at the glows. Expression warms as soon as goldrider is spotted, though, and T'lendel grins, "Vivian!" He steps closer.

Vivian hops to her feet, brushing her hands off on her legs and spraying sand. "I wondered when ye were goin' to come and pay me a visit!"

Cairhoth> Tynar blinks a little, eyes wide at the bronze. He shifts and recomposes himself, sitting back against the weyr wall. A quiet caress on his tunic, smoothing it out, and he looks at the bronze, "I.. I've heard that sometimes Dragons understand people," Adressing the dragon, apparently a little awkward, but speaking to him like a person.. sorta. "Do you?"

T'lendel just continues to grin, rather boyishly, "Now did you really think I might forget?" Watching the sand in amusement, he asks, "How goes the sand-watching? Not too bored, I hope?"

Cairhoth> Cairhoth cocks his wedge of a head elegantly to the side, blue swirling into his eyes, and resettles his wings along his sides. At last, he gives a slow, clear nod-like gesture and stretches forward to sniff at Tynar.

Vivian shrugs. "I've had more interestin' nights," she says drily, leaning against dozing Amerasuth's flank and patting the golden hide next to her. Room for two. "Glad ye came...how goes?"

Cairhoth> Tynar mmfs and presses back against the wall, not so sure that he wants to be so close to the mouth of such a large creature, dragon or not. He stammers quietly, "I-I'm a candidate.. m-maybe you can tell." Who can know if random dragon knows whether one is a candidate or not? "I-I'm going to have to Stand eventually.. over there." He thumbs towards the hatching caverns.

T'lendel steps forward at the invitation, turning to lean back again the gold as well, "Ah..busy." He shrugs, planting his feet a little more solidly, "And more busy, but a good sort of busy." One hand tugs through his hair, "A lot of things changed while you've been guarding the sands with Amerasuth."

Vivian leans back a little to peer at you narrow-eyed, looking you up and down, an undisguisable glimmer of wicked curiousity in those pale blue eyes. "Really? What sort of things?"

Cairhoth> Cairhoth puffs warm dragon-breath on the boy, scented faintly of pumpkiny oils and a hint of something like fermented berries. Drawing back then, he continues to give Tynar a slow, wise regard, somehow suggesting that he knows plenty.

T'lendel grins, almost smugly, "Well, I'm considering taking in a little girl as a fosterling, for one thing." He tilts his head to the side, "Well, not so little really. She's got a good.. 11 turns?" Green eyes are calm, amused -- like he's deliberately teasing you.

Cairhoth> Tynar purses his lips and scrunches up his face as the dragon breathes on him. Rubbing his nose, relaxing a bit more as Cair draws back away, he sighs a little, "I'm.. not so sure what to expect. I mean.. you're so *big*," He looks up at the bronze as if to emphasize his point, "How does your rider manage to control you?" Proper phrase, or confused mentality, you be the judge.

"Now that's somethin'," Vivian agrees, refusing to be baited, slipping a companionable arm around your waist. "Sounds crazy t' me, but I hear other people have a soft spot for kidlets. What else?"

Cairhoth> Cairhoth gives another low rumble, bronzed throat glimmering faintly in the night. His head tilts, just so, to the side. Were he human, no doubt, one brow would arch. Control?

Zoot blinks in from ::between::!

Cairhoth> Tynar sighs softly and glances down to his feet, stirring up dust, "I'm worried that.. when I do have to Stand, that some dragon will pick me and I won't have the first idea what to do." Perhaps he's forgotten that there will be those to teach? "Besides, how do I tell a dragon what I want him to do? Talk to him? Will he always listen to me?"

T'lendel nods, "And she's a sweetie, mostly." He chuckles, "Has this odd habit of /licking/ people, but.." Trailing off, he half turns, "She grows on you." One hand sliding down to give your arm a gentle squeeze, he adds, "And, I've met someone. Or actually, I've..." He smiles to himself, "Gotten to know someone better, I should say."

Vivian's eyes flicker a little narrower, perhaps with laugher-lines disguised in the crinkle of her forehead. "A male or female someone?" she prods, a little too knowingly, the glint of amusement still in her eyes. "And how well have ye gotten t' know 'em?"

Cairhoth> Cairhoth makes another of those slow, noddish movements, again leaning his neck forward, this time to whuffle gently.

Cairhoth thinks to you, << I bespoke Tynar with << The time comes, you will Know /together/ what to do. >> >>

Tynar saw : 'In your mind, you hear a soft voice say, << The time comes, you will Know /together/ what to do. >>'

Cairhoth> Tynar looks up at Cair, seeing that slow noddish thing. He mmfs a little and scoots back, sighing a little, "How do you know? Those eggs haven't even hatched yet. It's like trying to see what a .. a baby .. is going to be like." He trails off into a soft whisper, blinking slowly in astonishment, staring at Cair. He simply asks, "T-together?"

The smile deepens on bronzerider's face, "Male." A touch of wonder, no more than that, and a word full of warmth. "And .. very well." A velvety smile follows, and then he pauses, studying you more closely, as if noting that hint of knowledge, "Don't tell me you'd heard?"

Cairhoth> Cairhoth snorts. Dragons know what they feel. And feel what they should know.

You paged Tynar with: From afar, T'lendel winks. They say that when a person leaves the sands without a dragon, it was only because his lifemate hadn't hatched yet. Dragons are seldom wrong in whom they Search.

Cairhoth> Perhaps it's just that Tynar hasn't any clue just how dragons operate, of their mental abilities, but for one, he seems to have limited dragons to the same senses he has. He looks at the bronze, "Were you.. sure.. about your rider.. when he Stood on the sands?"

Vivian shakes her head, squeezing his elbow warmly as her bubbling laugh finally breaks free. "Nae, I'd not heard. But I've seen th'same look on enough faces, and had enough...friends...come t' tell me this sort of thing, I'm beginnin' to recognise it."

From afar, Tynar smirks. 'cept that Ayrina asked me to stand. A 'learning' experience for me, this is.

You paged Tynar with: From afar, T'lendel grins. A touch different when asked to Stand rather than Searched, yes.

T'lendel just shrugs, tilting his head a bit to the side, looking more pleased than upset, "Can you really tell?" Yes, he's preening just like a proddy green. But then, he's been around a proddy greenrider enough lately...

Tynar pages, "As for his worry, it's just an IC flaw of his. (whispering) He agreed to stand because he thought it'd be funny, not because he wanted a dragon :)"

Vivian's smile takes an imperceptibly wistful curve, but she nods, still chuckling. "Aye, bronzerider, I can see it. After all," she teases, "I'm used to seeing that sort of...glow."

Cairhoth> Cairhoth tilts neck back, muzzle pointing towards the sky, and stares sideways at Tynar, then lowers his head again. Of course.

You paged Tynar with: From afar, T'lendel chuckles. Fun...
From afar, Tynar nods :) It's proven to be, yes :) One gets to go through little character deals like this. Worry, fret, anxiety. There's fun involved, too, but hey, what would any good person be
without those three?

Cairhoth> Tynar glances towards the Hatching cavern, then to Cair, "I
don't suppose you know who's dragons are out on the sands now, huh?"
He shifts his foot, proping one up and grinding the heel of the other
into the ground.

T'lendel grins, then leans forward to place a light kiss on on her cheek, "You've always been a such a dear, Vivian." His gaze turns faintly thoughtful, "It seems I've finally gotten a few things straightened out in my life." He shrugs, leaning back a little, "It feels... good." Indescribably so.

Now if only someone /could/ describe it, well enough that Vivian might recognise it if she were to run across it herself. But then, there's never been much in her life that needed straightening out. "I'm glad," she says simply.

Cairhoth> Cairhoth gives his entire body a good shake, resettling his limbs more comfortably and fixing a square gaze on the boy. This time, no answer seems apparent in the gently whirling eyes. And no emotion but those typical of his presence.

Cairhoth> Tynar sighs softly and nods quietly, looking at the large bronze. He shrugs and murmurs softly, "I didn't suppose you'd say, even if you knew." He glances at his hands, musing what he's heard already, "..will know together what to do.." Doesn't make much sense to one not used to the duality of dragonriders and their dragons.

T'lendel smiles, "As am I." Lifting one brow, he changes topics just as fluidly, "So where are the bets right now, on how the hatching goes?" He chuckles, "Cairhoth's amusing one of your candidates, so it seems."

T'lendel frowns a moment, "I'm not sure.. Don't think he's said." He shrugs, "And Cairhoth will hardly care to ask. But he looks oh, 17 turns, maybe. Handsome. A bit rumpled." It's Ty, when he was younger? Then green eyes refocus, "Gray eyes, brown hair. A good several inches shorter than I am." Guess who made the last comparison?

Vivian chuckles. "I think I know who he means. A nice fellow, if he's a bit easy to scare." But a Candidacy at Ista should cure /that/, at least.

T'lendel nods, "Sounds about right." He chuckles, "Wonder if he'd Impress before learning just how sentient dragons are, though." If he Impresses.

Vivian shrugs. "I don't know..." And just as fluidly, she changes the topic back. "Ye still haven' told me about this man of yourn...."

T'lendel turns a hint redder, then smiles, "He's a greenrider..." He trails off, lifting his brows in a 'does'nt that tell you all' expression. Then he chuckles, "And a clutchmate, and a dear." Green eyes dance, "Delightful company no matter /where/ we are."

Vivian's pale eyes glitter with laughter. "Ah, well then...I'm no competition for greenriders, not on my best days," she teases with feigned regret. And brightens again. "So why'd ye not bring him along?"

[*****] R'sli: Flatterer.
[*****] T'lendel grins, then looks innocent. But R'sli's not even /there/.

T'lendel shakes his head, "And you know that's not the truth, Vivian."
He chuckles, then shrugs, "Would you have minded? I thought it'd be
nice to visit you myself, since it's been a while." Gaze once more
thoughtful, he adds, "I'll ask him along next time, if you like." And
finally, "Have you no gossip of your own?"

[Tryst] R'sli is ICly grounded, with Zaqith being a sevenday from
flight.

"Besides," bronzerider adds, winking, "He's proddy."

Cairhoth> Cairhoth relaxes to bask in the warmer air, subsiding into silence, outwardly at least.

Vivian shakes her head. "I'd not have minded..." The slight twist of glossy rose lips turns wry, as she can't resist another tease. "Especially not if he's proddy. Though I don't mind keepin' ye to myself either...and no, I've no gossip of my own." Her hands splay helplessly on her lap. "I'm an old lonely mother-to-be, and it doesn't suit me at all."

T'lendel tilts his head to the side, curious expression passing through his eyes before he chuckles again, "Old, you are not, though I'm sorry if you're lonely."

Vivian shrugs. "I'm not, really...but this being cooped up over eggs and cooing over 'em and...well, it really doesn't suit me. Makes me sound bitter." The barest flicker of a wink. "Though I do feel old sometimes...like I ought to be settling down by now with somebody other than my dragon."

T'lendel nods slowly, "That, I understand." If there's a hint of surprise in his reaction, he's not going to stress it.

Don't imagine that Vivian missed that note of surprise. And she almost lets it go. "Does it sound a bit strange coming from me?" she can't help asking, sounding almost childish.

T'lendel shrugs, smiling, and offers an open, "Just a bit." And he grins, "That is, you never seemed like much the type for settling down before." And it scares some men away, free attitudes like that. "But then, time has passed.." Things have definitely changed.

Vivian chuckles. "Oh, I'm not. I'm not sure I ever will be...I just feel like maybe I'm doing something wrong?" She's had lots of time to think about this lately, and still hasn't come any closer to answering it. "Everyone else seems to...it confuses me a bit."

T'lendel nods and steps closer again. This time he's the one to loop a friendly arm about the other's waist, "You're never wrong doing what makes you happy, Vivian." Well, perhaps that's a bit of a lie. "And.. I don't know -- it's not that we're getting old enough we have to settle or anything. You've still time to find the right person, or ... or perhaps you just haven't *seen* what's there, and you've already met him." He sighs, "Who can ever predict anything, where love is concerned?" He's given it plenty of thought himself.

Vivian slips into the offered embrace, leaning her head companionably on your shoulder. "And I have an Amerasuth," she finishes, "who renders all other relationships insignificant in comparison. And maybe I'm right, and I just won't ever settled down with anybody--I do love people, you know." That, too, is a startling statement to some ears. And she grins playfully. "Quite a few, in fact."

T'lendel nods, those first words being the most important and ever inspiring. A soft chuckle follows, as well as a playful grin of his own, "Is that so?" He turns his head to look at you better, eyes gleaming mischievously, "Like whom?" He feigns boredom, "Or did you just mean that long string of faithful admirers you've no doubt gathered across Pern?"

Vivian snorts, waving a hand dismissively at the air. "Faithful?" she counters, laughing. "They're no more faithful to me than I am to them...and they all find true love eventually."

T'lendel shrugs comfortably, "All the same, there are those of us who will ever adore you." But then, they were talking about /love/. Which is not always quite the same. "Truly, though, Vivian. What sort of love did you mean?"

Vivian shrugs, still chuckling. "How should I know? I'm not an expert on it, by any means. I just know that it feels a bit different inside than it does when I'm just playing around." And that's the best explanation she can come up with? An expert she certainly isn't! "You're the one who's found it..you tell me."

T'lendel smiles, gaze going inward, "Wonderful. Light and comfortable. Exciting." He's no expert, either! He frowns faintly, "Frightening." And then he blushes, "I mean.. not that it's love, necessarily, what we have. That is, it hasn't been that long, and we haven't said those words precisely..." He stops speaking abruptly, looking sheepish, "I'm just rattling on, aren't I?"

Vivian's eyes narrow thoughtfully, twinkling gaze settling on your face. "Aye. And ye may not've said it, but what d'ye think that look on your face is for?" Don't worry, it's cute.

T'lendel doesn't quite meet your gaze as he murmurs, "Oh, so you think I'm a goner, hmm?" He shrugs, going for carefree and looking like a little boy, "But that doesn't mean he feels the same, or that Cairhoth'll win the upcoming flight." Ah, that could be the cause of some tension, no?

Vivian actually has some experience with flights that didn't quite turn out as planned. "Nae...but th' two aren't necessarily tied together, either. If Cairhoth zigs when he ought to zag and some flirty little blue catches his green, it doesn't mean he doens't love ye." It also doesn't mean he /does/, but isn't that part of the point too?

T'lendel nods, "Oh, I know. Its just that I haven't talked to him about it yet, but... he's said before that he's not much into sharing." He summons a smile, "Perhaps I can convince him to stay alone in his weyr when the time comes." Well, not quite /alone/...

Vivian contrives a very pointedly disappointed expression at that remark about not sharing, but it fades into a smile like everything else. Oh, the fun of teasing boys in love. "I'd help ye plot, but I'm a bit stuck here...."

T'lendel chuckles, waving a hand in dismissal, "Not at all, Vivian. I'll figure something out." Or not, in which case he'll just survive, right?

Of course he will. There's very little one can't survive, and in the grand scheme of things, flights are but a little obstacle in one's day. Unless, of course, they end with one being pinned on the sands, but...enough about that. "Aye. Besides," she teases wickedly, "worst comes to worst, and ye come pay me a visit so I can comfort ye!"

T'lendel laughs, eyes sparkling with just as much humor and simple mischief, "And I might at that, though, Faranth knows," And his grin turns rueful, "I'd regret if afterwords." Not the pleasure, mind you -- but the using.

Vivian shakes her head, short blonde curls tumbling over her eyes. "No--never that. Whatever else any of us do, regretting isn't one of them." Especially not where she's concerned. "Besides, then I'd /really/ feel awful."

T'lendel smiles, reaching over to tug on one of those curls, "Then we'll just have to see we don't come to such a situation, hmm?" He smiles, "After all, I'd just be a poor, guilt-ridden bronzerider, easily seduced by you goldriding vixens." He winks, indicating that is not quite the case.

Vivian schools her fair face into an expression of purest evil, the very image of a seductive goldriding vixen. "Hmph. At least that I've had practice in," she grins, shaking it all away.

T'lendel chuckles and backs up, "Well, best get myself safely to my weyr and away from your charms, in that case." Grinning, he adds, "Besides, I've sweeps before noon." Leaning closer for a last, quick hug, he murmurs, "I hope you find whatever peace it is you're missing, Vivian."