Troubles, Troubles, Troubles


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The Log

You enter the Living Caverns

Siannen looks up as she hears familiar footfalls. "T-t-tyyyyy? I f-feel allllll fun-n-ny." She shivers as she says this, her shudders becoming more pronounced.

Pyrene looks helplessly up at T'lendel. "Siannen's caught a chill, I think. Can you get persuade her to take a hot bath? And then we should really get her into the infirmary..." She casts an anxious glance at Jude, since he seems to have half an idea of what to do.

Lazy smile turns quickly to a frown, bronzerider's stride quickening to a lope as he hurries to get closer, "What happened to give her a chill?" Green eyes go to Siannen, gently asking, "Don't tell me you were playing outside by yourself?"

Siannen holds out her arms to Ty, he /always/ knows what to do. "N...n...no. N-n-nanny and I were ex-exercizing." *ACHOO* Now not only is she shivering, waffling between being to hot and too cold, she's sneezing.

Pyrene cringes slightly but faces the bronzerider determinedly. "WE're supposed to exercise the brats outside for a candlemark. The storm came up while we were doing this and we went in early. But I didn't realise that Siannen's coat doesn't have winter lining--it /should/ do, I'll put it in tomorrow myself... but... I'm sorry." She looks helplessly and apologetically at the bronze rider, while staying close to Siannen, and making sure that the child doesn't throw off the blanket.

T'lendel looks quickly back to Pyrene, clearly worried, and nods, expressions retreating within as he straightens to announce, "A bath it is then. Shall we just douse her in the baths? And you..." He looks to Jude, as Pyrene seems to trust him, "Could you grab a healer?" Meanwhile, he stoops over to lift Siannen into his arms, holding the girl close.

Jude shrugs. "I'm new to High Reaches, I wouldn't know who to turn to."

Pyrene straightens as Siannen is lifted, "I'll send one of my lizards for a healer. The infirmary is used to being summoned for various brat mishaps by now."

T'lendel starts to point it out to Jude, then nods to Pyrene instead, "Good. Now...blankets. We'll need lots of warm blankets for when she gets out of the water. And some klah. Maybe even a touch of...nah." He shakes his head and starts striding towards the baths, not pausing to see if they follow his pseudo-commands.

Gathaz walks swiftly and shyly in from the central bowl.

Jude gets up from his chair. "My name is Jude by the way."

Deeper, darker, narrower... passages kink and twist into the Inner Caverns of the Weyr.
Siannen is carried in by T'lendel.

If nowhere else in the Reaches, the baths always promise to be warm...
Siannen is carried in by T'lendel.

Pyrene is but a blurr in the steam, moving quietly in from the caverns.
Jude is but a blurr in the steam, moving quietly in from the caverns.

Convulsive shudders still wrack her form, but Siannen's arms go 'round Ty's neck, and she presses her head against his shoulder and neck. Through all that, her skin presses against his, quickly making a hot spot on his neck. The poor kid's burning up, but still shivering.

T'lendel frowns, worry very definitely crossing his face as he gently sets her down and lays his fingers on the girl's forehead a moment. Odd... "I hope you don't mind public bathing, dear." Not that she's much of a choice. With those words, he begins to remove her clothing, fingers fumbling briefly then deftly undoing necessary buttons, straps, and whatnot.

Poldhu bounces in from ::between::!
Gathaz is but a blurr in the steam, moving quietly in from the caverns.

Siannen shakes her head, as Ty's words still cutting through the fog in her brain. She tries to help, but mostly just gets in the way, before collapsing completely.

Jude notices the woman come in. "Oh, you decided to come. I'm Jude. The little girl is very sick. Maybe you can help?"

Pyrene glances up as Poldhu appears, soon followed by a healer. "She's over here, says she's hot and then cold..." she calls to the woman. Gathaz and Jude get nervous smiles. What a way to meet people.

Gathaz walks in slowly hearing thw man named Jude's voice as the mist hits her skin. She looks up, a child? Sick? Concerned lines crese in her smooth skinas she walks over to the group.

Siannen falls asleep.
Siannen has disconnected.

Pyrene hastily pulls off her clothes and slips into the water herself. "Siannen? Is she alright, Ty? Want to pass her to me?" She looks worriedly at the healer who's already checking over the girl.

T'lendel takes in a quick, ragged breath and tugs the last article of clothing off. He then picks Siannen up once more and then slips her into the hot bath, taking care to keep her head out of the water as he hands her to Pyrene. He then turns to his own clothes, which he sheds quickly, without humility. Bronzerider, clad only in a light gray pair of undertrous, soon follows both into the water.

Pyrene is used to holding children in the water, even if this one is unconscious. She looks back up at Gathaz and Jude, "Could you get some dry towels from the cupboard for when she comes out?" The healer follows them into the bath where she continues to check Siannen over.

Jude falls asleep.
Jude has disconnected.

Gathaz nods quicklt and moves swiftly and very quick in no way to waste a second as she returns behing a mountain of towle goinga a bit overboard, but one can't have too many towles, right?

T'lendel gives the healer room, now, seeing he's done all he knows to do. Frown remains on handsome face, though, as he watches the healer run her fingers over the girls forehead, down to her neck, pausing to feel for a pulse. The healer nods to herself, apparently satisfied, then moves two fingers to the girl's wrist, rubbing them along in lightest massage to warm blood back into flow.

Pyrene continues to hold Sian's head above the water, watching the healer's face anxiously. She spares a grin for Gathaz though. "And some for us as well? Thanks..." Siannen seems to be less blue now, due to bothe the warm water and the healer's ministrations.

Saendi is but a blurr in the steam, moving quietly in from the caverns.

T'lendel also spares a glance out of the baths, squinting at Gathaz. Could it possibly be the first time he noticed other people? Nah. "Are those hot?" But of course, they must be, sitting in this steam.

Gathaz nods alowly not really having any excuse to say anything so she just nods. Yup, just a nodding.

The healer finishes with Siannen, who's looking more healthy and decidely less blue and white now. "Let's get her out," she says briskly, climbing out herself. "T'lendel, you get out and lift her, Gathaz you hold the towels." Isnt' it amazing how the healers always know everybody's name?

Saendi sneaks in, together with the faint scent of cookies and bubblies and other such goodies. Slowly, carefully, she examines each and every single person. Er... nannyalert! With hardly a sound, large toes carry little Endi as far away as possible from the crowd. For now, at least... just so she can wash off the sticky stuff. And then, "Siannen?" She hops over happily. Hey, a frie- oh, no! "What happened to Siannen?" She asks loudly, pointing with one sticky finger.

Gathaz looks a little surprised from the healer knowing her anme and is already holding the mountain of towels. So if anyone can see her nodding that's very good,.

T'lendel quickly climbs out, crouching down and leaning forward to the water, arms extended to take the girl. No thought for the view from behind, he glances back at the words, then quickly returns his attention to Pyrene and Siannen. Leave it to Gathaz to explain.

Pyrene raises Siannen to T'lendel's arms, throwing an anxious glance towards Saendi. "She's alright, Endi--she just went outside in too thin a coat and caught a chill. She'll have to spend a few nights in the infirmary..." She looks despairingly at the healer, in need of reassurance herself.

Gathaz hears the expalinatoin ans her info sinks into her brain her confusion cloud clears up and she shifts the weight of the towels. No one woulda thought that a bunch of towels could strat weighing.

Saendi looks at Siannen and pouts. "Is Siannen going to be alright reeeally?" Oh, she trusts nannies, yes, she does. Specially Pyrene. "Are you sure?" She looks pointedly at Gathaz. Must have reassurance.

T'lendel stands, carrying Siannen over to the towels and quickly stands her up as much as possible, swathing her in as many as he thinks he can. The healer quickly steps in, taking off a few of T'lendel's thick towels to rub Siannen's limbs and then wrap the towels once more around her body, with a bit more finesse. She glances over her shoulder at the other young girl to nod, "She'll be just fine, once we get her nice and toasty, and settled into a bed." To Pyrene, she adds, "It's just a question of watching for a change in her fever, now."

Pyrene pulls herself out of the water, gratefully taking a towel from Gathaz, "Thanks... I'm Pyrene by the way..." She beckons to Endi gently. "Don't worry, you heard the healer, she'll be fine." The healer nods affirmatively, "We'd best get her to the infirmary now of course."

Saendi nods vigorously, although she hasn't any clue how she would possibly do that. Yup, yup, yup. Do just that, everyone. Saendi here will just kind of...supervise. Yeah, that's it. "Oh, good, oh, good!" She smiles at Pyrene and reaches out to encircle the nanny's neck with her arms.

Gathaz smiles very faintly, "I'm gathaz. Well met." she says in her soft voice as just about half of the towels are taken from her adn she sets the rest down alooking arouns, wondering what to do next.

Saendi falls asleep.
Saendi has disconnected.

Pyrene nudges Gathaz and motions to Ty. "Might want to offer one of them to him. He'll forget otherwise, bronze riders are like that..." Sad state of affairs isn't it?

Gathaz blushes mildly, picks up a towle , "Hey!" she calls out top him and tosses the towle at him with a good aim.

Cairhoth> Xeranth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.
Cairhoth> From Xeranth's neck, D'gar curls up in his lifemates paws and drifts to off sleep.
Cairhoth> From Xeranth's neck, Scaflowne looks around then at Marta, "Hmm...well we are here...."she says softly.
Cairhoth> From Xeranth's neck, Marta smiles, looking around. "Yes..." she says softly.

T'lendel lets go of Siannen with one hand to snag the towel, smiling his thanks at Gathaz. Were it not such a situation, he would be amused; really. Tucking the towel around his waist, bronzerider picks the girl up again -- this time with a bit more difficulty, as she is thickened by towels. The healer watches, impartially, looking almost entertained. Yet her main focus is on the girl, whose pulse she again checks.

Cairhoth> From Xeranth's neck, D'gar nods smiling at the girls, "Easy...need help unbuckling yourself?"he asks looking at Marta then at Sca.
Cairhoth> From Xeranth's neck, Marta smiles toward D'gar. "I think I can manage," she says, untying the straps.

Pyrene frowns, torn between checking on the rest of the brats and staying with Siannen. Since Ty is there, she finally decides that she should make sure none of the others have been out in the wrong clothing. "I must go... Goodnight, and sorry... I hope she'll be well..." An anxious look and she slips out.

Pyrene goes home.

T'lendel nods quickly at Pyrene as she leaves, then follows the healer out of the baths, glancing over his shoulder to lightly address Gathaz, "Coming?"

Cairhoth> From Xeranth's neck, Scaflowne nods unstrapping herself, "me too..."she says sliding down the dragon's flank.
Cairhoth> D'gar grins down at the girls, "I told you it would be easy...nothing to it really."
Cairhoth> Scaflowne nods, "too bad we didn't have time for flying around....some other time I suppose"
Cairhoth> Marta shivers in the cold. "It's certainly colder here than Ista is," she says, wrapping her arms around herself. She looks at Sca, smiling. "I hope we can fly around sometime," she says, glancing up at D'gar.

Gathaz nods slightly, not knowing where, but not really caring. She puts the rest of the towels back quickly and joins em on their journey.

You exit the steamy baths to enter the coolness of the Inner Caverns.
Siannen is carried in by T'lendel.
Gathaz escapes the clinging steam of the baths.

Cairhoth> Scaflowne nods looking around, "Well you know where to go?"she asks looking at Marta, 'gotta get out of this cold for sure.."

Glowlight bright reveals Healers' workplace as you enter the Infirmary.
Siannen is carried in by T'lendel.
Gathaz ducks in from the inner caverns.

Cairhoth> Scaflowne nods glancing up at D'gar she smiles slightly, "Well I guess I'll see you later rider..."she says winking and blowing him a kiss as she turns to go, "off we go then"
Cairhoth> Marta turns and waves to D'gar. "Thank you again," she says, smiling. "Let's go, Sca...before I can turn back."
Cairhoth> Marta walks to the Caverns.
Cairhoth> D'gar nods then blinks in surprise at Sca then nods.
Cairhoth> Scaflowne walks to the Caverns.

The healer now directs bronzerider to drop the girl on a cot, and he does so, stepping back once more for the healer to take charge. She pats his hand soothingly, nearly a caress, then gently removes the towels from Siannen's body, slipping a nearby tunic and such onto the girl instead. Next, she tucks linens tightly around the girl; next comes a blanket, then strategically placed hotstones, and finally, more blankets. Straightening at last, the healer smiles at T'lendel and Gathaz, "Thank you both, but you can go now. I can assure you she'll be well taken care of." To Ty, she softly adds, "And I'll send for you immediately when she wakens, if you like."

Gathaz looks very reluctant to leave the sleeping child as she watched her carefully as sif Sian wouldwake up at any moment.

T'lendel looks about ready to negate the healer's biddings, but at her last words he nods, tucking Siannen's hair back one last time before turning towards the door. "I guess we had better trust the healers on this, Gathaz? That was your name, wasn't it?" He pauses, looking decidedly lonely, though he clearly is trying to be light-hearted, "Care to get a mug of klah with me?"

Gathaz nods slowly to Ty, not sure if she would be the best of company as she looks around for the first time not having been in this rooms before.

T'lendel pauses a moment to wait for Gathaz to inspect the place, having himself gotten to know it all too well during candidacy. And, ick, *that* jar is still resting on the shelf. Eyes skimming the room quickly and then settling back on Siannen, he waits for Gathaz to head out. Ladies first.

Wafts of sweet-mint follow you out of the infirmary.
Gathaz slips out from the infirmary, followed by herbal aromas.
Night or day, Klah can always be found warming on the High Reaches Hearth...

Marta and Scaflowne are here.

Gathaz arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

T'lendel enters with Gathaz, still clad only in a towel, so it appears. He makes straight for the pot of klah warming by the hearth, snagging two mugs on his way. The others in the cavern are hardly, if at all, noticed.

Aife comes down from the workrooms above.

Marta smiles at Sca. "That's him now," she whispers, gesturing toward T'lendel. "I don't know what to say!" she whispers frantically, her nervousness suddenly returning.

Scaflowne stops talking as someone else enters the room arching an eyebrow.

Only a wide, sleepy yawn announces Aife's presence as she pads into the cavern, tangled copper curls dangling haphazardly in her face.
"H'lo..."

Scaflowne bites her lip thoughtfully looking at the rider consideringly then glancing at Marta, "Well he obviously hasn't noticed you yet...want me to go up to him? or do you want to go directly..."

Marta sighs. "I should go," she whispers. She takes a few steps toward T'lendel and clears her throat. "Ty?" she says nervously. She manages to smile nervously, very nervously. She fidgets with her bag as she waits for some response.

T'lendel glances back mid-pour, "Oh, hello..." Blink. Blink. "Marta?" Suddenly, the mug in his hands slips, and it's all bronzerider can do to keep his grip on it. He turns back around to carefully place the mug on a table, then slowly turns again to Marta, leaning back slightly against the table and wearing an unreadable expression. Except for his eyes, which are clearly troubled, worried, confused.

Scaflowne remains quiet not wanting to intrude she backs off a bit frowning slightly as she thinks considering the situation.

Marta notices the expression in Ty's eyes and almost winces. "Yes, it's me, Ty," she says quietly. "I need to talk with you. I needed to talk with you turns ago," she says as she steps closer to him. She tries to read his expression, hoping that she hasn't made a mistake by coming. Her hands clasp the strap of her bag, so tightly that her knuckles are white.

Aife stops halfway to the klah pot to turn and watch T'lendel. "You all right?" she asks, just in case she may be called upon to do something, and otherwise she'll watch and see how things unfold.

Scaflowne glances in Aife's direction shaking her head slightly, though mostly to herself sighing.

Gathaz stands feet away from the two just standing there watching with curiousity fillinf her eyes light a faint cloud.

T'lendel shakes his head, almost imperceptibly, at Aife's question. "Yes..." he breathes slowly in, then out, "It has been a long time." Too long. Eyes more sad than upset, he offers a slight smile, "I missed you, you know." Another pause, and he asks what he must, "Have you seen Aedan lately?" His hands continue to grip the table behind him, fingers loosening as he pauses, awaiting an answer.

Marta frowns slightly at the mention of Aedan. "No, I haven't seen Aedan for almost as long as I haven't seen you," she says quietly. "Which isn't a bad thing. I missed you, too, Ty. I have thought a lot about what happened lately, and I regret everything...everything." She tries to smile but finds it difficult, both because of her nervousness and her regret. She manages a slight smile, finally noticing exactly what Ty is (or isn't) wearing. She clears her throat as she tries to supress a chuckle.

Aife is very, very quiet. This, whatever it is, is interesting.

Scaflowne moves around the room doing her best to be inconspicious as she pours herself some klah taking a seat in a corner.

T'lendel tenses, and nothing could hide the tightening of muscles all along his torso. Again, there's that slight shake of his head, and he looks confused yet again. But he's already asked Why, and she's hardly likely to have a better answer now. He sighs, forcing himself to relax, and at last seems to remember his current state of dress, or rather, undress. He straightens, stiffly inviting, "I was just going to grab some klah and get dressed -- we had a bit of a problem earlier, and I ..." He trails off, this time shaking his head very obviously. "No matter. If you've no objections to dragon flight, and will wait a moment, we can continue this discussion in my weyr?" He pauses, "You did know that I'm a rider now, since you tracked me down?"

T'lendel * would love to play this out in front of you all ;) but needs sleep. (for once, I have to get up early)

Gathaz loksk around carefully and slips out the door, not liking to be at reunions.
Gathaz goes home.

Marta smiles, seeming a bit less nervous. "I have no objections to a dragon flight," she says. Her grip on the strap of her bag eases, and her hand drops down. "Yes, I found out that you're a rider," she says. "Word gets around, you know...especially when you're listening for it."

T'lendel looks a bit surprised, unguarded even, before he nods, "If you'll excuse me then." He's got to get his clothes before some skinny weyrbrat steals 'em. Without a pause, bronzerider turns toward the deeper caverns, back still held rather more rigid than usual.

Deeper, darker, narrower... passages kink and twist into the Weyr.
If nowhere else in the Reaches, the baths always promise to be warm...
You exit the steamy baths to enter the coolness of the Inner Caverns.
Night or day, Klah can always be found warming on the High Reaches
Hearth...

Aife looks around at everybody. This can wait. She's tired now, and there's a bronzerider of her own for her to curl up with when she gets back to her bed. But just wait...it'll all come to her eventually. It alwasy does.
Aife goes home.

T'lendel returns before too long, clothes buttoned hastily enough that he seems to have mis-aligned them. For the first time, the bronzerider seems to notice Scaflowne, and he stops before Marta to softly ask, "Was she with you?" He hadn't counted on making this a 3-person chat, though far be it for him to be rude, either.

Marta nods. "Yes, this is Scaflowne. She came with me for support. To keep me from turning back." She smiles at Ty and sighs. "You have no idea how nervous I was about coming here, Ty."

Scaflowne smiles slightly as she realizes she's being noticed and chuckling softly shakes her head at the rider, "I'm only here in case we had to hold you down rider...no need to worry about me" she grins bowing slightly as she stands up and winks.

T'lendel grins at Scaflowne, lifting one brow slightly, "Then you've already found where guests can stay? Or else you have a rider waiting?" Must be sure the lady's safe.

Scaflowne shrugs, "No worries...I can take care of myself...as always..and I'm sure I can remember my way around this place although it's been a long time since I last came...thank you for your concern"she smiles at Marta, "Now off with you two...you got things to discuss...I'm not enduring this cold for nothing...so off you go"she says shooing off the two not caring that one is a dragon rider.

Marta smiles toward Sca. "Thank you again, Sca," she says quietly.

T'lendel nods at Scaflowne, then tilts his head to look at Marta, studying her face before replying, "I can see why you would be nervous. All those turns, without one seeing you.." He trails off, shaking his head, and abruptly murmurs, "Shall we go then? And you haven't even met Cairhoth!" There's a touch of wonder in his voice.

Scaflowne winks at Marta smiling as she sits back down to sip her klah, watching the two as they walk off a thoughtful expression on her face.

Marta smiles. "Yes, let's go!" she says, seeming excited. She pauses to look at Ty for a moment, noticing the small changes that have made him look older than the last time she saw him.

T'lendel nods again and starts to walk out, eyes on Marta all the while. He doesn't quite dare take her elbow, but he does stand comfortably close. Though who even knows what comfort is, with a shock like this.

Bundle up 'gainst snow or sun! The bowl is open to seasons' wrath.
Marta is led in by T'lendel.

T'lendel at last does look to make contact, but only to help in mounting Cairhoth, his very own bronzen lifemate, and dearest friend. Cairhoth holds himself proudly, early hints of rukbat gleaming off his hide. Yet the dragon's air is curiously detached, for once. A quick sniff, and the dragon stands still.

Marta, with Ty's help, pulls herself up onto Cairhoth, in awe at the dragon's size.

After Marta has had plenty of time to view his healthy hide and be impressed with his size and bearing, Cairhoth brings forward one massive, butterscotched paw. Marta uses hands and feet, along with the aid of deep blue loops of his straps (and of one amused bronze dragon) to scramble up to the appropriate space between sun-touched neckridges.

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!

T'lendel swiftly checks both of their straps, and then Cairhoth is off, spurred upwards by a mental urging. Elegant wings unfurl and flap, causing more torrents of air to whirl around as he sweeps strongly upwards through the snow still falling.

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

T'lendel drops lightly down, pausing briefly for Marta to do likewise
and then beckoning for her to follow him deeper into the weyr.

You go to T'lendel's weyr.

Cairhoth> T'lendel strides easily to the weyr.
Cairhoth> Marta walks to the weyr.
Marta walks in from Cairhoth's Ledge.

 

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.

T'lendel
A tall young man, T'lendel looks to stand right around six feet. His hair is a short, shiny mixture of light brown and blond and somewhat curly. Straight, white teeth are revealed by his wide smile, and merry eyes normally dance with humor, sparkling a pale green-blue with the warmth of the sea. His body is trim on the side of skinny -- judging by his height and weight, he was probably a fairly lanky adolescent, but now he fits his form quite appealingly. Lightly tanned skin hides his muscles, but his lengthy strides and easy movements show them to be well-developed.

A towel, fluffy and white, is wrapped around lean waist. A hint of charcoal gray peeks from beneath. His feet are bare, too, leaving the towel as his only attire.

He is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
T'lendel's thoughts
You notice T'lendel looking at you.
T'lendel is 21 Turns, 8 months, and 22 days old.

Pyrene
female High Reaches Head Nanny
Resolute, stone-grey eyes dominate an anaemic face plagued by vagrant tendrils of dark brown hair, although much of it has been forced into a limp and untidy plait which matches the rest of her in its skimpiness. Her frame is in that spindly, awkward stage, having only recently fulfilled its obligation to grow and at that it's stopped just shy of average height. Still, she makes the most of her meagre inches, holding herself firmly upright in a manner yet reminiscent of the stubborn child rather than the confident, young woman.

They're wherhide! They're warm! They're practical! They're dark green which does nothing for her complexion, but they don't get in the way and that's all that Pyrene needs in the way of trous. Sturdy boots and a warm tunic that's already seen at least three owners complete the ensemble, and leave her more or less ready for the various day to day hazards of weyrlife.

Gleaming black and pristine blue twine in a fashion that forms a knot much like the one a head nanny of High Reaches Weyr might wear. And it's brand new too.

Home: Pyrene's Refuge (#1594)
Presently in: Living Caverns (#392)
IC Age: 17 Turns and 11 days

Jude
Jude (#17801)
male Traveler
Jude is a slender young man with dark hair and dark, flashing eyes. His complexion is golden and he is of above average height. His expression seems to be a bewildering mixture of curiosity, amusement, and determination. It is initially difficult to discern what rank and craft he lays claim to. Yet upon closer observation, his uncoarsened hands, smooth brow, resolutely straight neck, slightly upturned chin betray his story. They clearly indicate someone who is no stranger to elegant studies, or studied elegance for that matter.

His garments are cut in the casually loose and abbreviated manner that is both practical and fashionable during the height of summer, or in the warm climate of the southern continent. Over them he has worn a coat of thick hide to help stop the winter's chill from entering his bones.
Home: Traveler Cothold (#10295)
Presently in: Living Caverns (#392)
IC Age: 21 Turns and 12 days

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.

Decorations fly and whirl around the cavern; haphazardly placed, the streamers of blue, brown, bronze, green and gold cascade down the walls, moving in the slightest breeze. Tent-like, they cover the entire wall surface: one for each new Rider. Placed at intervals are the Weyr's crest, along with that of the wings: Zephyr, Tsunami, Inferno and Mudslide. Riotous colors merge at the apex of the cavern, forming a jumbled mass from which hangs a banner with the names of all the Graduating Weyrlings stitched into it.

Tucked into a glowlit niche are Ghost, Kelpie, Maeve, Relee, Haplo, Nocturno, Kya, Chaneen, and Kynance.
You see Kali, Munga, Foodstuffs, Fantastic Triple Layer Bubbly Surprise, Refreshments, and Tiareth Cake here.
Siannen, Pyrene, and Jude are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl Kitchens Inner Caverns Crafting Area

Baths
Steam enshrouds, a misty curtain that veils the room. Pools abound, water constantly swirling, warm and inviting; soapsand waits on nearby ledges for easy access. Racks of clothes stand by the door, freshly washed clothing hang from some, and bundles of yet to be washed clothes fill mutliple baskets beneath. Large cupboard doors open to reveal multitude of fresh, soft towels, and plenty of bathing items -- sponges, pumice stones, and back scrubbers.

You see Tavano here.
You notice Crenash and Marillen asleep here.
Siannen is here.
Obvious exits:
Caverns

Infirmary
Echoing and austere, blank stone walls are vaulted high to overshadow the row of white-curtained cots along the back wall. Ancient metal gleams steel-bright in the form of sinks and examination table, lit relentlessly by bright glows and reflecting the colours of bottles and jars shelved above. Padlocked cabinets hide the more dangerous drugs and implements, whilst healer paraphenalia litters one solid oak table with sweetly-fragranced herbs and tattered scrolls. A dark staircase twists up from one corner to the dragonhealer's lair; one low door leads into the lower caverns, another to weyrhealers' quarters. Barn-sized doors open inwards with creak of hinges from the ground weyr.
Comfortable on top of a cupboard is Pollina.
You see Girta here.
You notice Siannen asleep here.
Obvious exits:
Ground Weyrs Inner Caverns Healers' Quarters

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.