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2/13/2002
Logfile from Elehu
MOO Time: 2002-02-13 07:25:07
Living Caverns (#392)
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.
Scattered about in various perches and niches are fifty-five firelizards.
You see OOC NOTICE (look sign), White Clay Egg Pot, Thief, Slink, Bottle of
Sparkling Gar Rose Wine, and Bandit here.
Auryn is here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl --- Kitchens --- Inner Caverns --- Crafting Area
Auryn (#22926)
Eyes of the deepest blue peer innocently out at what the world has to offer,
set as they are above fairly prominent cheekbones for one so young. The barest
snub of a nose leads down to her small, pouty mouth, and a strong chin completes
the shape of her head. Tresses of hair have grown as long as possible and curl
their way almost to the small of her back. She stands a bit short for her age,
with thin arms and frail legs - one may suspect she's taking after her father's
height. However, there is a quiet strength in her that is not to be forgotten,
despite her vulnerable appearance.
Her dress hangs loosely on her thin frame, the color being a practical shade
of dirty-brown - it makes it harder to notice all the mud-stains and grass-marks.
Sturdy boots are tied securely to her feet, to protect them against the ground.
Her mane of hair is tied up with a single black ribbon, and hangs like a llama-tail
down her back.
She is awake and looks alert.
Auryn is 7 Turns, 4 months, and 19 days old.
Elehu (#19619)
Elehu has grown into womanhood with quite a bit of success. She has curves in
most of the right places, though her body is still a bit on the thin side and
heartily built, a stubbornness of physicality to match the resolute bedrock
of her character. Her skin glows faintly of golden bronze, the visage of a wanderer.
Her rich brown, shoulder-length hair contains streaks of reddish gold, bleached
by the sun, that seem to make her hazel-brown eyes shine with an inner fire.
Her hands are small, but her fingers are slender and nimble, well built for
her walk of life.
Soft leather pants cover Elehu's legs from hips to heels, the materiel well
tanned to a supple texture, taking on the light shade of milky klah. Carefully
spaced black stitching lines the hems keeping the leather formfitting, and yet
leaving them pleasantly loose. Peeking out at the cuffs is a hint of downy soft
lining, meant for keeping her nice and warm. An almost flowing blouse of creamy
lavender has been tucked into the trousers and opens about a quarter's length
down, sleeves neatly buttoned at the wrists but easy enough to roll to the elbows
when needed. Over that there is a sturdy black vest made of oiled leather that
falls just above the dark brown belt, tanned to match her boots.
A soft cord of the deepest purple winds itself around a similar cord of bright
white in a single loop. Small strands of icy blue and shadowy black are intertwined
intricately, a long tail of all four colors hanging from the knot, signifying
that Elehu is a Healer Journeyman posted at High Reaches Weyr.
She is awake and looks alert.
Elehu is 22 Turns, 6 months, and 15 days old.
Auryn is sitting on the floor near the hearth, playing with two plush firelizards. However, the innocent-looking scene is actually quite violent, as she repeatedly makes the bronze dragon squish the blue one that lies helplessly on the floor. "Ha! Serves you right." Is she being influenced by Pyrene? Naw, there must be another reason. Hopefully.
Elehu glides in slowly, hair mussed and clothes a bit rumpled as if she'd slept in them, and for that matter she still looks just a bit groggy. So, needless to say perhaps, her first stop of the day is the klah by the hearth where Auryn just happens to be. Ele eyes the child with a curious arch of a sun-kissed brow as she pours herself a mug. "Good morning," she utters quietly, a tiny grin spreading at the child's "play".
Auryn looks up at Elehu quickly enough to scan the woman in a suspicious way, but finding no immediate evidence that should make the healer unlikeable, the child just smiles a bit. "Hello. This is my father's dragon," she explains, holding up the bronze toy towards Elehu - not to offer it, though, because it goes down again just as quickly, its muzzle plunging into the blue's back. The girl grins delightedly, and thumps it a few times more for good measure. "And that's Barbarianth."
"Barbarianth?" Elehu echoes lightly, smiling as she takes a seat near Auryn, but not close enough to seem looming. "Whose dragon is Barbarianth?" she adds before taking a slow sip of her klah then setting it down to cool a bit.
Auryn makes a disgusted grimace. "Barbarianth is Ko'en's dragon. He's mean. My mother told me herself." And what mother says is always right, of course. "And he's really ugly too!" She's probably referring to both dragon and rider by that statement, as she seems to have a dislike for both of them. "And Rixesith is much bigger than him. He's real big! M'rin's taken me flying on him," she adds with pride in her voice. "Did you ever fly on a dragon?" she asks of Elehu, peeking at the woman. Clearly, you're nothing if you haven't been adragonback - especially not when you live in the Weyr.
Elehu gives Auryn another warm smile as she nods quickly. "Yes, a time or two," is her quiet reply as she leans back in her chair quite comfortably, klah mug cradled in her hands. "So... why is Rixesith beating up on Barbarianth? Because he's smaller and uglier?" Just an idle question, really.
Auryn nods, satisfied by Elehu's answer. And her question. "I really like flying. I'm going to be a dragonrider one day," she declares with a firmly assured expression. "And no, Rixesith wins because M'rin is nicer than Ko'en," she explains patiently, eyeing Elehu as one would do an ignorant. "Don't you think so, too?"
"Oh, M'rin is a wonderful man, I agree," Ele is quick to reply, eyes wide in a sincere gesture. "I don't know that I've met Ko'en though." She sips at her klah while studying the two dragons for a moment, dark hazel eyes going back to Auryn as she smiles. "I think you'd make a fantastic rider. Do you know which color?" she asks curiously, tone quite serious.
Auryn purses her lips as she ponders that. Who doesn't know Ko'en?! "You're lucky. Ko'en isn't nice. Don't meet him." She looks at the dragons as she thinks about Elehu's question. "I don't know. Bronzes never choose girls. But brown is nice too! Rix has a little brown in him, too. He's so pretty. Browns are good, too." That sounds like a final conclusion - of course, she has taken a fancy to Lylia and Druseth.
Then the child is doomed for sure. "He's certainly a handsome bronze, no doubt about that," is Elehu's more politically correct answer. "And I'm sure you'll find a perfect brown for a lifemate when you're older." She sets the mug aside again for whatever reason and leans forward a little, the better to watch the poor blue get battered to a pulp, of course. "My name's Elehu, by the way. Or Ele."
Auryn positively beams up at Elehu - nice woman! "Well met, Ele, I'm Auryn," she answers politely, shaking the blue plush toy by the neck as she speaks. "Are you a healer?" she aks curiously, having stared at Ele's knot for a while now. "I'm trying to learn all the craft and hold colors!" she adds proudly. "It's important to know when you're a rider."
Elehu smiles warmly and nods once. "Very important. It's good to see you're putting in such an effort. Very important for someone who will be a brownrider someday. And yes, I'm a healer. And a journeyman at that," she can't help but add. Hey, she worked for that. Not like a chance impression on the sands! Ptttbt. Ahem. "And it's certainly a pleasure to meet you, Auryn," though by now she at least should know most of the kidlets' faces, if not quite names.
Auryn beams again - children are suckers for praise, and this particular child is no exception. "I /am/ working hard. When I can write really good, I'm going to write it all down. But now I just remember it. How long have you been a journeyman?" Rank is something to be acknowledged - that comes with having been born while ones father was Weyrleader.
"About four Turns now," Elehu answers with a little grin, eyes sparkling. "It was soon after my eighteenth Turnday, which is the only reason I can remember it." As if it's been so very long. "How long have you been learning to write?"
Auryn shrugs. "For a while. And mother says I'm really good at it," she adds proudly. "But I have to go now. I'm hungry. Bye Ele!" The bronze dragon is cuddled close to her chest, and the blue one gets a kick that makes it roll under a table, battered and looking quite dead, even for an inanimate object. And then she's off towards the brat cave.
Auryn steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.
[End of log]