T'lendel aquires a fosterling???


Contents


The Log

You enter the Living Caverns.

Anely visibly cringes and covers her ears... ouch... that kid's got one hecka a voice!

Siannen keeps up her wailing, "RRIIIIISSS, Auri's DEEEEAAADDDD!!! Make her not deeeeeeeeaaaadddd! RRRRRRIIIIIIISSS!!!!"

T'lendel rubs his eyes as he enters the caverns, shaking his head quickly at a drudge and opting to get his own mug of klah. But hardly two steps are taken before bronzerider pauses, gaze sweeping across the room. R'sli? Dead people? Uh-oh...

Auri stays on the floor, in a sitting position ...but on her side, stiff as stiff can be, her eyes staring off into oblivion.

Siannen pauses, but only for breath. She continues to wail as she points at Auri from her spot on the floor. "RIIIIIS, fiiiiix heeeeerrrrrrr! RRRRIIIIIIISSSSSSSS!!!!!"

Auri stares.

T'lendel moves swiftly towards the small crowd, ducking down quickly to try and catch Siannen's eye, "Hey, hey, calm down... Everything's going to be all right." Looking away from the girl, he asks whomever will answer, "What's going on here?"

Damia looks upat T'lendel comes in, "Watch out...and please please please save us...please..."

Anely stares at T'lendel through clueless icy blue eyes. She shakes her pale head, she doesn't know...

Siannen hiccups, but continues, pointing at Auri. "She's deeeeeeaaaaadd! *hic* Derwin kiiiillleeeeddd heeeer. RIIIIIIIISSSSSS! " *hic*

Auri lies in her trance.

Kali lands on the girl, digging her claws into her. Hey, she didn't do anything...well that kinda defeats the purpose... She hops off, trotting over to T'lendel. A petter. she weaves in and out of his legs.

Yolk blinks in from ::between::!

Damia looks up as a flit pops in. She groans as she notes Yolk, "Not you again..." she groans.

Derwin arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Yolk bugles and swoops wildly, eyes whirling. Super Yolk to the rescue! He dashes in, and chitters at Siannen, then Auri.

Derwin looks around at the confusion. "Wh...what?"

Damia says, "Good job...look what you've done?" she motions to the two..."Auri sitting like she's frozen and Siannen bawling about it."

Anely slowly inches back to the chair she had originally occupied before she left. She seats herself in it quietly and watches, she hasn't a clue what's wrong with the girl, so she just stays quiet, just like always and watches through her pale icy eyes of blue.

Siannen waves absently at Yolk, continuing to howl. "RRRRRIIIIIIIISSSS SSSSS! Auri's DDEEEEEAAADDDD! Fix her! Make her not DDDDEEEEEEAAADDDDDD! RRRRRRIIIIIIIISSSS!"

T'lendel glances down, distracted, at Kali, then shakes his head and leans forward, murmuring softly toSiannen, "Now, now, I doubt that very much. Let's just have a look and see, okay?" He reaches out with one hand, fingers deftly feeling for a pulse. Wide smile soon follows, as the bronzerider draws back, "She seems just fine to me..." His hand goes to the girl's forehead, eyes on hers, as he continues, "Perhaps in shock."

Auri's eyes stare blankly at T'lendel.

Ignored again! Poor ol' Kali. Ah, but a new vict- ah petter. She trots over to Derwin, weaving in and out of his legs, purring and meowing on and off.

Derwin walks over to his corner. He can /not/ stand felines. Always plotting against him those things. Finally, nobody's noticing him. He sits down with relief and begins reading.

T'lendel shakes his head, this not being an area about which he really knows much of anything, and turns to stare at Siannen for a moment before quietly, deliberately stating, "R'sli is not here at the moment, dear. And she's very definitely not dead." He holds out one hand, inviting the girl closer, "Come on now, take a look yourself."

Damia sighs and gets up, limping over to crouch in front of Auri. It is then that she notices the puncture marks of Kali's claws. She gasps, "Oh no!" she cries reaching out to pick the child up, "We need to get you cleaned up."

Auri stays in her stiff-as-a-board position, even in Damia's arms. Her eyes stay focused in the air in front of her.

Derwin sneezes. Feline fur.

Siannen shakes her head, shock's as good as dead. "She's not dead? RIIIIIIIIISSSSS, he BROKE her! Fix her! RIIIIIIIS Derwin BROKE her!" She reaches out blindly for comfort, and the first perso she comes to is T'lendel. She holds out her arms, sniffling, hiccupping, and howling still.

Auri's eyes dart, quick as an arrow to Derwin. Her eyes stay focused on him.

Anely 's gaze catches Derwin in sight and she slowly rises and makes her way towards him, she's curious, and with her, her curiousity has to be satisified or else her mind will drive her insane with unanswered questions.

Derwin looks back, unnerved by Auri's stare. And he's not unnerved by a lot. "What's wrong with her?"

Damia mmfs as Auri was heavier then she expected. She puts her over her shoulder walking back to the bench. "That's gotta hurt sweetie, doesn't it?" she asks, as she sits, holding her in her lap. She looks up at Derwin, "She's...frozen. Thanks to you mister..." she says, eyes flashing, though a grin tugs at the corners of her mouth, though ti fades as she finds the full extend of the injuries Kali infliced onto the girl.

Auri turns her head to look at Derwin at the sound of his voice. The eyes ,unblinking, stare at him.

T'lendel scoops Siannen up closer, giving her a quick hug before turning her around in his arms and nodding towards Auri, "Look, she's even looking at that boy now." He frowns, then, at Damia's words, gaze flicking to Derwin, "Just what did you do?" His voice is calm, gentle, not accusing so much as requesting the truth.

Derwin's face holds concern, probably for the first time in his life. "Me? What did I do?" He walks up to Auri, waving a hand in front of her face. "Hello? Auri?"

Siannen manages to hear Derwin through a pause in her howling, and changes it to "You BROKE HER!!" befor settling herself against Ty, turning herself back aroung to cling to him.

Derwin hangs his head, eyes beneath his shaggy dark hair double-timing the misery.

Marali falls asleep.
Marali has disconnected.

Anely 's face falls in concern and she slinks back to her chair, oh well... so much for that plan... She sits down and crosses her legs, placing her hands over her knees quietly.

Auri 's arm suddenly flies up to grab Derwin's large hand. A blink. And then...."WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Damia winces, glaring at Derwin, "Lovely." she mutters standing up with an mmf. She holds her out to derwin, "Take her for a moment."

Derwin almost flies back at the sudden animal cry. He looks at Damia as if joining in Siannen's plea to 'fix her'.

Damia shakes her head, "She's probobly hurt...lemme go get some numbweed and bandages...if you'll take her." She says it as if...he'd better or else...

T'lendel pats Siannen's back a little awkwardly, then changes to stroking her hair, offering a low, soothing sound as he watches the others silently. And then, movement! He leans forward in reaction, one hand lightly touching Auri's where she's grabbed Derwin. "Shh...sh... it'll be okay."

Auri screams at the top of her little lungs (lungs like bellows, mind you) at Derwin, slapping his face constantly.

Finally, bronzerider turns to Damia again, "Will you please tell me just what is going on here?" At the same time, he sets Siannen carefully down and moves as if to step between Auri and Derwin, frowning all the while.

Derwin takes Auri, wincing at the sharp blows, but doing nothing, eyes now triple-timing pure melancholy and guilt.

Siannen hears Auri, and begins sobbing, "Auuuuuuuuurrrrrrriiiiiiiii!" That's her best friend there, and she's hurt. She follows T'lendel, sobbing mournfully.

Auri hyperventilates, punctuating each word with a blow to Derwin's face. "He *slap* told *slap* a *slap* scary *slap* story!!!! *hiccup*!"

Damia says, "Just a moment," she assures T'lendel, "Get some bandages and numbweed"

Damia steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.
Damia arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Derwin begins talking to himself, as lonely people often do in times of crisis. "It's all my fault. If I hadn't told her that story...All my fault. Should've let her squeeze, Stupid, stupid, stupid...."

Damia rushes back in with a large jar of numbweed and a roll of bandages. "Alright, basically Derwin..." she glares at Derwin, "Told a scary story and scared them both out of their wits and now you can see what's happened...and for a while there auri was just sittin like she was frozen at which point Kali pounced on her, giving her those-" she breaks off and cries, "Oh!" as she notes the bleeding on the girl's back. She hurries over, slathering numbweed on her back and shoulders. "That's about the gist of it...

Pix starts his siren squawking at his humanpet's distress, alerting all around about the disaster.

Amethyst walks in from the Central Bowl.

Siannen changes her cry to, oh, even she doesn't know anymore. "Aur*hic*iiiiiii......*hic* Riiiiiis? *hic* Derwin, fiiiiiiiiiix her!" She reaches for Ty again, ready to cling.

Amethyst gawks. What's going on here?

T'lendel coughs, suddenly, eyes looking quite ... amused ... for an instant. And then he's reaching out for Auri, grabbing her hands with as much gentleness as force, "There, there.... It'll be okay... I'm sure that whatever he told you was entirely made up, and nothing at all to worry about." He grins, "And besides, I, for one, know of a great big bronze dragon, sitting just outside the caverns, who'd gladly vanquish any sort of evil members of this story." He reaches back for Siannen, herding the girl closer again.

Derwin doesn't look up at Siannen, as he continues his self-bashing. "Stupid, no excuse, totally pathetic story, shouldn't have tried, should probably kill myself, stupid, useless me. Can't even be nice to a little girl, just stupid..."

Auri says, "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! "

Yolk for once joins Pix, instead of mocking him, his eyes whirling. He hisses, Fix that child. Both of them! The noise, oh, the noise!

Amethyst is /really/ confused. "What's going on in here?" Derwin bashing himself on the head? What a miracle.

Tirone starts wailing at the sound around her. STOP!STOP!STOP!

Amethyst walks over to Auri. "Auri, hon, calm down...stop crying...stop. C'mon.."

Anely listens to Derwin's ravings quietly, no one pays attention to the young woman, why bother saying anything. She quietly runs her fingers through her ebon hair and places back upon her knee.

Derwin falls asleep.
Derwin has disconnected.

Auri sobs, quieting down. Finally, the tears stop. She looks down at Derwin. "He dead?"

Amethyst looks at Derwin. "No, I think he just over exerted himself with the self-bashing."

Damia shakes her head quickly, "No...he's not dead. He's fine. LIke you...now."

Siannen sniffles, and clings to Ty's leg for a moment, then starts up with "He's deeeeeeeeaaaad again! Auri kiiiiiilllled hiimmmmm!"

Damia groans, "Here we go again," she mutters to herself.

Auri takes up her crying again. "I KILLED HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM!"

Auri runs off to her room, sobbing all the while. "I KILLED HIM I KILLED HIM I KILLED HIM I KILLED HIM!"

T'lendel shakes his head quickly at Derwin, then at Auri, "No, sweetie, he's not dead." He repeats the words to Siannen, then sighs, stifling a chuckle, "No, honey, he's all right."

Auri will not be comforted. She's going to cry herself to sleep. Good luck at slumber tonight, folks.
Auri goes home.

Amethyst tries to comfort Auri as she flinches at the noise.

Damia takes a deep breath, trying to keep her patience in check. She puts on a smile, then crouches down to Siannen's level and she says, "No hun, Auri didn't kill him, he's just resting his eyes."

Siannen sobs along with Auri, climbing up T'lendel's leg.

Amethyst is ready to pound Derwin for causing this entire problem.

Damia sighs, deciding to let T'lendel deal with it...she's too tired, plus she has to take a bath...majorly...she reeks. Citron and fingeroot and flour and raisins? Sitting around for a while. Eww. "Well, have fun, I'm off to the baths so you don't have to smell me anymore."

T'lendel winks at Damia, then pulls Siannen up into another hug, "See? It's all right. I think Auri just needs to get some sleep; that's all." It has, apparently, been a long evening.

Damia steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.

Amethyst walks over to T'lendel and smiles. "Hi, I'm Amethyst."

Siannen wraps her legs around T'lendel's waist, and her arms around his neck. She sniffles into his shoulder, holding on tight.

T'lendel turns to give Amethyst his full regard, blueish green eyes warm, "I'm T'lendel. Well met, Amethyst." He leans his head against Siannen's briefly, then asks, "Is that a common name, Amethyst? It's quite lovely."

Amethyst smiles. "Thank you. I don't think it's very common, I was named for my eyes."

Siannen snuggles her head against Ty's, and sighs, sniffling only a little bit now.

Amethyst looks at Siannen and laughs a little. "Hey Kiddo, cheer up okie?"

Amethyst says, "It stinks to see you so sad."

T'lendel grins, "Ah, but of course." Bronzerider then looks back to the girl in his arms, stroking her hair back and spacing her apart from him a little to ask, "Are you feeling better now? Not so scared for your friends?"

Siannen nods, and stops sniffling, "Ye..*hic*..s. I'm *hic* ok*hic*ay." Except for that. *hic*

T'lendel pats Sian's back gently, "Shh... you'll make it worse by talking. Did you know that it sometimes helps to hold your breath? And then all those little 'hics' will go away....

Amethyst laughs. "Has she tried to drink some water? That always helps me."

Siannen nods, and holds her breath.................................

T'lendel nods at Amethyst, then pokes Siannen in the belly, "There now. Don't forget to breathe again!"

Anely watches quietly from her chair, she yawns slight, bordom over coming her.

Amethyst smiles. "T'lendel do u know why this poor thing is crying/hiccuping?"

Siannen begins to turn various shades of blue, then oofs as she's pokes, letting out her breath with a whoosh. She waits........"They're gone!" And with that she wraps her arms around the bronzerider's neck.

T'lendel beams, hugging right back, "See? I told you they'd go away." He lifts one eyebrow in Amethyst's direction, shrugging as his his usual habit, "I'm not quite sure. It seems several of the children have gone through quite a scare tonight, starting with one boy's story..." But that little yawn caught his attention, and he then turns to Anely, smiling, "Oh, hullo there. And how are you feeling now?"

Amethyst nods. Derwin's gonna regret that story.

Anely 's brow arches slightly and she blinks a bit, is someone actually talking to her. Her pale rose lips move, "Feeling Sir?" She inquires, not sure she gave the vibes of ever feeling bad, or anything else for that matter.

Amethyst 's curiosity slightly roused looks at Anely.

T'lendel tilts his head to the side, frown once more turning his lips as he rummages through memories of the earlier chaos, "You weren't at all disturbed by the story, or the girl's shock?" He's looking more and more confused, "Or, were you even here for that?" Yes, definitely confused.

Siannen ignores the rest of the world, safe and secure in Ty's arms.

Anely shakes her head slowly, recalling what happened through her eyes, "I left before he started telling the story and returned just in time to recieve all the chaos I'm afraid..." She says and closes her eyes a bit, "But it didn't bother me, my family was much worse..." She states and brushes away one of her stray ebon whisps of hair.

T'lendel nods, feeling reassured. He /did/ see her in the mess. "Well, that's family for you." With a quirk of a grin, he pats Sian's hair one last time and asks, "Did I get all of your names?" His attempt at manners.

Siannen whispers in Ty's ear, resisting the urge to lick it. "I'm Siannen......."

Amethyst glances back and smiles, "Amethyst."

Anely 's legs uncross and then cross again, this time a different leg is under the other. Quietly she lays her hands back upon her knees. She isn't sure if she was suposted to answer that question, so why look stupid trying to...

Amethyst turns toward Anely. "I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Amethyst, and your name is?" She smiles.

Siannen continues to whisper to T'lendel, "Can I go home with you tonight? I'm scared of going to sleep by myself."

T'lendel grins at Amethyst, seems oblivious to Siannen's urge, and whispers back, "That's quite lovely, too." And, so much for being round-about. He turns to Anely, "I ... don't believe I caught yours, though? I'm T'lendel."

Anely 's twin optics of crystal blue fall upon Amethyst's form a hand extends itself, as pale alabaster at the snow on the peaks of any mountain. "I'm Anely..." She says softly, a very thin and small smile curls her pale lips.

Amethyst takes her hand and gives it a shake. "That's a cool name." Amethyst is all smiles today.

T'lendel glances in surprise at Siannen, "Why...if you're that afraid." He grins, accepting this idea as easily as any other, "And, if you like, I'll tell Cairhoth to be extra alert tonight, just so you know you're safe."

Siannen nods, whispering, "Thank you." She thinks of one last thing, not that it matters right now. "Wha' kind of dragon is Cairhoth?"

T'lendel looks surprised, "Why, a bronze dragon. And a kind dragon, and one who just adores children." He chuckles. More like children's attention, but that he'll leave unsaid. Anely gets a sudden smile, "Well met, Anely." a bit belated, but...

Siannen ohs, her eyes wide. But tonight, that's just all the more dragon to protect her. "Are you sure he'll like me?"

Anely 's head nods slowly and she brushes back another whisp of hair, will that raven beast never leave it's unrelenting fingers from her face! She sighs slightly and looks about. The first night in a new place and she's homesick... how... utterly horrid...

Aife comes down from the workrooms above.

Amethyst smiles and then realizes the time. "Sorry to cut this short, but I've got to get going. It was nice meeting you two." She nods in acknowledgement of Anely and T'lendel. "Hopefully we'll meet again."

T'lendel grins at Amethyst, "I do hope so."

Siannen peers at the new arrival from her spot i Ty's arms, blinking slowly.

Amethyst waves at Siannen. "Seeya later kiddo!"

Gathaz walks swiftly and shyly in from the Central Bowl.

Amethyst smiles one last time at T'lendel and then leaves.

Siannen wavies, "Bubye...."

Bleary-eyed and sleepy, Aife wanders into the cavern, bony fists rubbing at her eyes. "Night all...or whatever it is..." Good thing about this weyr, there's always /somebody/ who can't sleep.

T'lendel doesn't notice Aife as he nods quickly, "Oh, certainly, Siannen. He's sure to like you. After all, I like you. And my friends are Cairhoth's friends." It's that simple. Now, he notices Aife, and grins her way, "Night it is, Aife. Or, I think so anyway."

Siannen reaches out a hand towards Aife's hair, her head coming up. "I like your hair......It's like mine, but not. And it's very pretty."

Gathaz walks in slowly smiling faintly when she fianlly gets there without getting lost. She glances towards the crowd and stays towards the wall, staying in the shadow's sheild of the unknown as she listens to the conversation with mild interest.

"Night. Aye, of course." Aife tries to force her mellow alto into something that sounds less weary than it is, to bring a smile to her face at Siannen's greeting. "Thank you...yours is much prettier though. The colour's lovely." She sinks into a chair, sleepy firelizards clinging in their own half-daze. "What's got everybody out here t'night, anyway..?"

T'lendel chuckles softly, looking over at Aife with a half-grin, "You can't really wish to know, Aife. Not even a meddling harper such as yourself." The words are given lightly, to show he's but teasing.

Siannen looks at Aife, her eyes wide. "Dewin tol' a story, a scarey one. He brok Auri, then she killed him, but he came back, and she ran away, an' I can't sleep, but Ty says Cairhoth will keep me safe tonight."

T'lendel grins down at Siannen, looking quite taken by the girl. He winks at Aife, "See? I tried to warn you..."

Gathaz yanks on Haplo's tail, causing him to trumpet in protest and leap to the air.

Aife wrinkles her nose at T'lendel teasingly. "Of course I want to know, I want to know everything." Siannen gets a knowing nod as the tiny Harper sprawls in her chair. "Ach, scary stories bring bad dreams. I know that well enough."

Anely watches the going ons about her silently, slowly she lets her prim mien to fade away and she slides down in the chair. She moves slightly, rustling her clothing a bit in the process, but other then that she's noiseless.

Gathaz isn't very interested in the coverstaion as she moves to a lighter shadow. She pulls a worn book from her rucksack and begins to read in the dim shadows light quickly forgetting her surrounding and into the mysterious plot of the book.

Siannen is just as taken with Ty as he is with her. She nods to the harper, "I don't wanna have bad dreams." She turns her face up to Ty's, "Will you ask Cairhoth to eat all the bad dreams, and not let them get me?"

T'lendel nods, completely serious, "That I will, indeed." He glances at Aife, "Cairhoth's good at banishing bad dreams..."

Siannen sighs and settles back against him, content.

Aife chuckles lightly. "That's just what I was about to say. You'll be fine with him watching over you--he's eaten bad dreams one or two times for the rest of us before, ne T'lendel?" Still sleepy, thoughtful, her words seem a bit detached from her brain. Such is the late night and lack of sleep.

T'lendel bows his head in acknowledgement, rather than replying. After a moment, he lightly continues, "So you see, Siannen, you have nothing to be afraid of." Nothing at all.

Siannen nods, and tries not to yawn. "Oh good. I'm glad Cairhoth's a nice dragon. I don't usually like big dragons......but he's okay because he's gunna pr'tect me, right?" She's rambling a bit now, trying to stay awake.

Gathaz's eyes race across the hide page with faded ink as she comes to a part the she knows she must stop at. Keeping her place with a shining ribbon the seems to reflect the darkness and acknowledge light. She tucks the book safely away in her rucksack and slowly comes out from the shadow's protectivness and greets the corwd with her soft voice that is almost inaudible, "Hello there." she stands awaiting to be acknowledged.

Aife takes a drink from a small clay bottle that seems to have mysteriously appeared next to her on the table. It's a special Harper trick. "Where'd you pick up a friend, T'lendel?" she asks, softly enough to not grate on the ears of anyone about to fall asleep. Another greeting, an unfamiliar one, catches her attention and rates Gathaz another nod. "H'lo."

Siannen mumbles to Gathaz, "M'Sian......h'llooooo....."

Siannen begins to drift off to sleep, clutching at T'lendel's shirt as she does. She smiles softly, then frowns, chewing on her lip.

Gathaz nods to Sian, "Wle met. I'm Gathaz." a little too late and she sits off to a far corner.

Siannen whimpers in her sleep, twitching. She squirms, letting go of the rider's shirt, but only to wrap her arms round his neck.

Aife slips out of her chair, padding over to T'lendel and Siannen. "Wake up, kidlet," she murmurs, touching the girl's hair.

Siannen wakes up with a gasp, her eyes wide. "A...Aife?" She quivers, trying to get a hold of herself.

* reconnected *

[] Siannen: You missed me falling asleep, having a bad dream, being woken up, falling back asleep, and being carried out by Aife.

Bundle up 'gainst snow or sun! The bowl is open to seasons' wrath.

Siannen shifts as she feels Cairhoth move below her, and opens her eyes sleepily. "Ty....?"

T'lendel belatedly exits the caverns and mounts Cairhoth, murmuring first to his lifemate, "Thanks for waking me; wouldn't want to leave her out in the cold." Then, once up, he wraps his arms securely around the child and softly asks, "Yes, dear?"

Siannen sighs, snuggling back against him as she shivers slightly. "Can we go home now?"

T'lendel nods, brushing his hands along her arms quickly and then making sure his own straps, and hers, are secure. Then, Cairhoth prepares himself and flicks his wings to take off.

You take off.
You soar in for a landing on Cairhoth's ledge.

Yolk blinks in from ::between::!

T'lendel grins, "And here we are, Sian... Just let me help you down, and then we'll see if we can't get you settled in."

Siannen nods, clutching at a neckridge.

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 lowers slowly, regally, to allow Siannen to dismount safely. She looks down at the still-daunting height and very carefully slides down smooth hide, feet at last encountering the ground with a soft thud and a light raising of dust.

Siannen reaches out for Ty, clutching sleepily at air.
Yolk lets go of Cairhoth's neckridge and flies off.

T'lendel catches her smoothly, with Cairhoth's assistance in a careful shift of one foreleg. "Here we go, now." Keeping a hold of Siannen, he walks into the deeper weyr, hoping his spare cot is still clean.
You go to T'lendel's weyr.
Cairhoth> T'lendel strides easily to the weyr.
Cairhoth> T'lendel carries Siannen out.
Siannen is carried in by T'lendel.

Siannen murmurs sleepily, and waits for directions to a bed, falling asleep on her feet in the process.

T'lendel chuckles softly and carries her once again, this time dropping her lightly on a cot that looks more clean than comfortable. But that is soon remedied, as he snatches a soft blanket from his own bed and drapes it around her, tucking it in at what he hopes are all the right places and finally murmuring, "Sleep well, dear." And may Cairhoth watch them both. That done, he soon retires to his own bed -- and after all this, he never even got his klah!

Siannen sighs, and murmurs, "Night....."

You sense that Cairhoth wisps a light, candied concoction of soft pinks and saffron hues, blue tinged green tracing the background, towards the little one. Security, strength, and sleep.

 
 

People and Places

Siannen
Small and wispish, Siannen is not what you'd call an imposing figure. At first glance, her hair is her most striking feature. Long and red, it falls to her waist without even a hint of a curl. Sun-bleached streaks run through it, turning it almost gold in the sun. Her most unusal feature by far are her eyes, however. They are a pale liquid blue so light they almost appear colorless. This isn't even the strangest thing about them though. The right is perfectly blue, while the left is flecked with gold. Pale skin, with a hint of a tan covers her small form, freckles dotting her nose and cheeks. A shy smile is seldom seen, but has the ability to light up her face with an inner radiance that makes her odd features seem almost beautiful.

Ack! What happened to this poor child? In spite of numerous vigorous scrubbings, this child still is a mess. Berry stains her arms, from tips of fingers up to her elbows, as well as the soles of her feet. Her clothes still bear traces of flour, sugar, a bit of egg here and there, and berry 'syrupy stuff'. The only explanation for this utter disaster is that there was an even bigger one in the kitchen.........But boy, was it fun! *SPLAT*

On Sian's shoulder sits a bedraggled, limp looking knot. Under all the berry stains and paint splatters you can barely make out the blue and black of a 'Reaches WeyrBrat.
She is awake and looks alert.

Siannen is 11 Turns and 4 months old.

Aife
This diminunitive young woman's tangled curls are the colour of bright copper, falling past her hips; braided in with strings of beads, flowers, feathers, bits of coloured string, small dangling charms of metal and glass, even a bone-and-leather clasp that attempts, and fails, to keep part of the unruly mess in a tail away from her face. Large smokey grey eyes blend with her voice--a dusky alto accented with a rich brogue. Fragile and delicate, her tiny body seems about to break, but a longer look reveals a strength there, well-hidden in a thin, frail form that stands barely over four and a half feet tall. She looks wild, still not completely at home among the more elegant Hold folk, despite Turns now among them. A dark red scar runs across the length of her left palm. Her smiles, more frequent than once they were, reflect the new contentment her life has found, and her eyes, peaceful, haunted, or cloudy by turns, express or hide the thoughts and emotions behind them.

A skin-tight olive green shirt fits her frail figure like dragonhide, hugging slight curves and barely keeping her ribs from showing. The V of the neckline and the edges of the long sleeves are trimmed in embroidered tendrils of rusted gold. A pair of baggy, dark-brown trousers is belted around her hips with a scavenged cord, so long that the toes of her soft black slippers are barely visible from beneath them. Green and gold catches your eye, bringing out the spun flame of her hair before drawing your attention to the jeweled pin nestled within. Perched on Aife's left shoulder, with his head buried in her hair and his tail round her neck, is blue Adonis. Balanced gracefully on Aife's right shoulder is sun-brown Puck. Light green Siren wraps her long tail around Aife's waist to peer out around her.

Harper blue twines with the blue and black of High Reaches Weyr and a
Journeyman's gold, one braided loop over a bony shoulder.

Aife is 28 Turns, 1 month, and 5 days old.

Amethyst
female Traveler
Torrents of jet black hair pour down bared shoulders, making snowy skin seem even paler, ruby lips even redder. Glittering lavender eyes shimmer out of smooth round face, the jewels of her looks. High bridged nose sharply defined between thin, arching eyebrows, and bony cheekbones. Tall body well figured, a decisive woman's body with soft, pale skin over all.

An airy white blouse is worn softly, emphasizing full figure. A snow-white tanned weyrhide skirt falls mid-calf, showing flashing skin before reaching ankle-height mahogany weyrhide boots.

Home: Traveler Cothold (#10295)
Presently in: Living Caverns (#392)
Known as: Amethyst
IC Age: 14 Turns and 11 days

Auri
You are looking at the very epitome of innocence. The round, cherubic face in front of you is surround by bountiful locks of gold. A pair of huge, liquid cerulean eyes take up half her face, then give way to pouty, pink, full lips and a set of rosy cheeks, not yet rid of baby fat. She has only one dimple, on her right cheek which gives her a sweet, lopsided look when she smiles her wide smile. When happy, her face is full of all the sunshine of childhood, but the site of her unhappy is heartwrenching. She is small of stature, and though not overly heavy, a bit on the plump side. All and all, she is childhood in all it's glory.

Auri's favorite color? Why pink of course! She is clothed in a dainty pink dress sprinkled with little white flowers, and trimmed with lace. Over this, she wears a whimsical white lace apron, to keep from getting dirty. For horror upon horrors if by chance she gets dirty. Her gold curls are held high with a humongous bow: bright pink, and wider than her entire face. She has a set of new creamy-white weyrhide boots she is extremely proud of and keeps spotlessly clean. Auri's Basket hangs heavily from Auri's shoulder.

She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Auri's Basket

Auri is 11 Turns, 1 month, and 12 days old.

Anely
Long strands of ebon flow down in straight lifeless blades from the top of this girl's head. Covering her pale ice blue eyes, but not covering them well enough that you can't see them. Her height can't even be considered normal at only 5'2", she looks like more of a kid then a teenager. Arms and legs are rather lanky and thin, and her face is narrow and nearly expressionless except when she's ecstatic a smile will actually curl those pale rose lips.

Loose raven pants drape to the floor lifelessly, only moving slightly as Anely allows motion to take place. Her shirt, or rather small cloth, dangles from her shoulders by two small strands to cover her 'private' body parts. Around her is a flimsy long sleeved garment that only is there to hide her arms in miles of jet black material. Her shoes are makeshift sandals, not at all glamorous or even fancy, just some leather with a few black straps sprouting from them. Around her neck flows a black, rather thick, strip of leather, tied there by a knot on the back of her neck. Two other bands, smaller in size and width adorn her wrists, the extra length in the leather dangles lifelessly below her fingertips under her palm.

Anely is 16 Turns and 3 days old.

Gathaz
female High Reaches Weyrfolk

Gathaz's best feature is probably her hair as it is long and a copper color. Long copper hair falls straightly to her lower back like an odd waterfall and shines brillently with care. Though her hair isn't a copper color. It has other colors mixed in gray and white also. Her eyes are of a deep brown color like the rich bark of a tree and are known to change to black when Gathaz's mood isn't a good one. Framing those eyes are thin and long eyelashes that are light, but currently colored black. Perched above two thin red lips is a rather large nose that tilts charmingly down. Her round face is a pale ivory color that goes with her hair nicely.

A long black flowing cloak is tied around her full figured body so it isnm't possible to see the clothes under it. A silver cpasp hold the cloak around her loosely. An oversized hood falls against her back and because of the cloak's thick material so it rarly moves from the spot of it's heaviness. The cloak stops just above her ankles so it is possible to see her undyed wher-hide boots that look unlaced.

Home: Resident Dorms (#831)
Presently in: Resident Dorms (#831)
Known as: Gathaz
IC Age: 20 Turns and 12 days

Living Caverns
The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.
Siannen, Anely, Marali, Auri, and Damia are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl Kitchens Inner Caverns Crafting Area
 
Cairhoth's Ledge
A pile of bedding sits in the middle of the room; a cozy rug stretches across the floor (conventiently covering a few splats of dripped paint). The ceiling, unlike the naturalistic walls, is somehow painted a deep cobalt. The ever-present permeation of antique wine in the unique scent that is Cairhoth, infused with the subtle texture of pumpkin pie and a draft of spiced berries, lends a warm, comfortable atmosphere to the weyr. Deeper inside, a few sparse pieces of furniture can be seen.
It is an autumn before dawn.
Obvious exits:
Weyr Fly

T'lendel's weyr
Not as sloppy as one would expect from a man living alone, the place is actually quite tidy. Though that just might have something to do with the noted /lack/ of furniture. A table rests against one of the smooth, stone walls. On it are the essential pot of klah, complete with hotstones, juice for visitors, and even a small decanter with a deep, mulberry-hued wine of some sort.

Thrown in a casual, random disarray are thick, woven floor rugs. A few scraped, battered wooden chairs have claimed one corner; four firelizards, in turn, seem to have claimed the chairs. A small cot rests nearby, sheets pulled up crisply at the corners. But more towards the center of the room is another bed, this one larger, and equipped with linens and blankets of mismatched colors, but no doubt they are soft and warm in texture. Pillows seem thrown haphazardly at the head, yet the rumpled look is more inviting than anything else.
This is T'lendel's home.
Obvious exits:
Ledge
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Harper's Tale is an RPG based on the Dragonriders of Pern series written and copyrighted by Anne McCaffrey. The characters and actions seen above were generated by separate, interacting players and may not be copied without direct permission from the authors.
Last revised: August 16, 1999.