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12/12/2001
Logfile from Elehu
MOO Time: 2001-12-12 21:31:57

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-one firelizards.
You see OOC NOTICE (look sign), White Clay Egg Pot, Ini, Mara, and Decorated Tree here.
Fyria and P'rru are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl --- Kitchens --- Inner Caverns --- Crafting Area

Fyria (#22623)
Spritely. That's the word that comes to mind for this mischievous young girl. Thick klah-brown hair flows in an endless wave down to about midback, golden honey highlights sparkling in the sun. Almond-shaped eyes are a deep liquid sienna brown, seemingly bottomless, and tend to turn a deep bordeaux red when she's particularly temperamental. Skin is light gold in color, with freckles sprinkled across her small nose and ruby red lips perpetually curved in a smile. Standing at a petite 5'4, she looks all curves and softness, but looks can be deceiving - just ask her brothers. The only flaw on her skin is a scar across her wrist, coming from her younger days when she was constantly causing trouble with her brothers. Something sparkly peeks out from beneath her hair...a small braided strand of hair dangles down from behind her ear, anchored by 3 crystal clear beads that catch the sunlight at just the right angle.
A snug fitting tunic of burnished blood-red wherhide wraps her torso in a covering of softness, v-shaped neckline revealing just enough cleavage to catch the appropriate eye. Simply woven, the only embroidery is a vine-leaf pattern along the neckline and around the edges of the long sleeves which stretch down to her wrists. A pair of black wherhide trousers complete the outfit, along with a pair of above the knee black wherhide boots, worn from her days traveling around Pern. A dagger hilt peeks out above the right boot...always prepared, she is. Clinging perilously to whatever grasp he can find is Latte, eyes whirling with anticipation (or caffeination).
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 3 minutes.
Fyria is 16 Turns, 8 months, and 26 days old.

P'rru (#20871)
An age has seemed to sweep his face, those lines of scaring and ruggedness so attractive in his youth now just signal the passage of time. Inherent wiley strength is noticeable in the stringy'ed muscles of his arms and legs, broad back and vaulted chest. His 6ft height is reduced in obviousness by his unconscious slouching, shoulders rolled forward combined with a loping step. His features, chiseled from a rock now weathering away include a narrow nose that drives from between spikey eyebrows and hazel eyes, almost out of place in their brightness perhaps a window to his usual guarded self. Cheeks are sallow, his complexion pale, suprisingly plump lips drawn into a determined line. Light brown hair is efficiently cut short to fit under a riding cap, peppered with greying flecks- a testament to time.
P'rru's leathers are a study in classic fashion, with a time-honored color scheme of warm earth tones.The short jacket, colored rich russet brown, has a high collar and long sleeves and reaches just below his waist.A rectangular badge on the left shoulder proclaims his membership in the Mudslide Wing of High Reaches Weyr. A bit of the tan fur lining can be seen peeping around the edge of cuffs, collar and button-up front.His pants are a moderately darker shade than the jacket, with a nicely tailored fit, and there are pockets in front perfectly sized to hold his klah colored, fur-lined gloves. A fingerwidth strip of braided cord, dyed the deep hue of aged Benden red wine, stripes the outer seams of the pantlegs and likewise runs down the sleeves of the jacket, giving some eye-pleasing color contrast to his outfit. Sturdy boots are the same color as the jacket, with tiny decorative pieces over the toe in burgundy. A braided black thong bearing a single charm wraps around his neck.
A double cord of ebon black and navy blue twist into a single loop with a long tail, silver threaded within it. Purr is a wingsecond of Mudslide, and proud of it, an even ribbon of chesnut brown winding through it to represent the 'bag of bones' lifemate.
He is awake, but has been staring off into space for 3 minutes.
P'rru is 43 Turns, 5 months, and 12 days old.
P'rru has no apparent threadscoring.

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.
A thick skirt, the dark blue of dusk, with two deep pockets on either side falls loosely from Elehu's hips. Peeking out from underneath, just above her dark brown wherhide boots are a pair of leather trousers that look to be lined on the inside with fur. She wears an off-white blouse with wide, loose sleeves covering her arms. Over that there is a sturdy black vest made of oiled leather that falls just above her waist, a dark brown belt matching her boots encircles her waist, and a slender sheathed dagger, about six inches in length, hangs at her right hip, with a small wherhide pouch at her left.
She is awake and looks alert.
Elehu is 21 Turns, 9 months, and 17 days old.

Hiza sashays gently in from the Central Bowl.

Hiza (#20694)
Not even reaching a full five Terran feet(4'9, really), this usually cheerful woman can only be classified as short. She is more cute than pretty, with an oval face, sharp-yet-soft nose, strong chin, and thin, rosy lips. Round, fern-green eyes are expressive, framed by thick lashes and thin eyebrows. Formally pale skin is now a light tan, freckles here and there a tawny shade, no longer a stark contrast to her onxy hair. Bangs cut choppily across her forehead, reaching unevenly to her 'brows. Dark hair falls in a straight curtain almost to her petite shoulders, framing her face, though adding a childish look to her. The greenrider is built slightly, muscles becoming athletic and well formed with the increase of activity, curves suddenly more obvious and adult, still by no means buxom. Although she's full grown, her height remains nearly identical to what it was at twelve, sparkle in her eyes and wide grin oft adding to this effect. At all times, two necklaces circle her neck, one a grey ribbon with silver charms, and the other a cluster of amethyst grapes.
One of her few outfits that isn't a dress, Hiza is outfitted in an ensemble of light brown, distinctively different from her general darker colors. The shirt is loose on her, though not as much so as it used to be, but gives a hint of being 'borrowed' from someone much taller. Without decoration, the short sleeved shirt just simply hangs to her hips, kept from being too loose with a burnt toast sort of brown belt. A pair of (proper sized) pants in the same color as the belt hang just as loosely, kept tame with the belt. Her brown, side-lacing boots disappear without a trace beneath her pants. In her arms, there happens to be a cute little baby named Zixane.
Onyx glides with midnight, a double cord, a long tail giving rise to rank in one loop. Wingrider, it says, with a lovely green ribbon snaking and dancing through to tell of lifemate's color as well. Below, the badge of Inferno Wing is proudly displayed, flames flickering against Reaches spindles with abandon.
She is awake and looks alert.
Hiza is 21 Turns, 8 months, and 19 days old.
Hiza has no apparent threadscoring.

Fyria's blush is prolly obvious now. "Yes...Kariel." Dreamy sigh. "But...don't say anything...only you and one other person knows, and that's cuz she's a very close friend, okay?" Fyria gives P'rru one of those *looks*, and nods her head accordingly. Then, she frowns as another kidlet sneaks by to steal a sourball. "Stop that...or you won't get any presents at the party!!" Grumble. "I should just quit hanging sweetsticks and sourballs past a certain height, ya know?" A wave is given to Elehu and Hiza as they enter. "Hey there...hiya Hiza!"

Hiza is here, and rather calm Zixane with her(not that it's very easy to tell, bundled as the child is). Smile spreads immediatly as the greenrider looks up from child and spots the other people out and about, "Hello Fyria, Ele, P'rru... how is everyone?" Cheerfulness carries her toward chair, carefully shucking her coat and removing an outer layer of 'hi there's a kid in here' blanket bundle. A loud gurgle erupts, and another blanket is removed until.. lo and behold.. a baby.

P'rru recoils a little from that look, having recieved it from his daughter many a time. "Alright, alright, secret is safe with me.." he says, although he can't speak for Dsalth now can he? And we all know that dragon has a mouth on him as big as the Harbour bridge. "Aye, let's not hang any goodies below that line of beads there.." he points out, moving back to his favourite topic. "Have you got a present yet for the party? I'm bringing four myself, two from me and two from Dsalth. He insists on it, so people don't think he's rude.." eyes follow to whom Fyria is waving at, and they also get a charming smile and a motion to join them.

Elehu glides in quietly and waggles her fingers a bit at Fyria and P'rru, luckily not paying much attention to the first part of their conversation. She fills a bowl of soup for herself and pours a glass of juice, then wanders off in their direction. "Good afternoon, you two," she offers warmly, gesturing towards a seat. "Mind if I join you?" Then as Hiza is spotted, the Healer gives her a quick grin and a nod of the head since her hands are still full.

Fyria looks up from P'rru to Elehu, and grins, nodding her head. "Hi there. Mmm...I'm not sure we've met yet, though you look rightly familiar." Shrug. "I'm Fyria. Messenger." Beam. "Not at all, please. Both of you, have a seat." Sidling around, she smiles over at Hiza. "And how's the little one doing?"

Hiza hefts her little daughter up slightly with a wide beam, "Oh she's doing wonderfully, thank you. How are you?" She's already sitting down, but is used to people not noticing (it's not like she gets that much shorter) and so giggles and turns to Elehu with a imploring gaze, "Ele... I was wondering.. if it's alright for me to have klah again?" No, her desperation isn't obvious. Well.. not /too/. Hopefully.

P'rru gives Hiza and Elehu a brilliant smile "Have you seen our tree? It was all Fyria's idea, isn't she a smart lass? Decorated it too...makes the place seem less cold and inhospitable in my opinion, and the sweetsticks add such a nice touch.." One could think that Purr was in love with that bloody tree, and they would be right. He reaches over to pat Fyria's arm quickly, in a 'aren't you a good girl' kinda way. "Hiza, that is one stunning child...don't you agree Elehu? And how are you too, my dear, everything going fine in the infirmary for you? Keeping track of that wayward brother aswell, I'd imagine.." Jees, that klah injected the brownrider with some sort of talking virus. He's just excited. For no reason. Deal.

Merenya arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Elehu grins at Fyria as she slips into a seat, carefully setting down her glass and bowl. "I'm Elehu. One of the other Healers around here," she informs the messenger. Then Hi' and the little one get a broad smile as the rider gets a little laugh. "Sure, but only in moderation. Your body needs to build itself up again, though I'm sure you'll do just fine with that." She sits up a little bit then to peek over at Hiza's bundle. "And how's the mini-Hiza doing?" she asks before grinning sideways at P'rru. "Yes, I've seen the tree. Should be a fantastic. And I'm fine, thanks for asking."

Merenya goes home.

Fyria raises one eyebrow at P'rru amusedly. "Shards, Purr. Why don't you handfast the tree?" Chuckle. "Well met Elehu." Note to self...do -not- sneak to aforementioned person's room when Elehu is present in the infirmary. "Awww...I know the feeling of klah withdrawal, Hiza. I've been there, unfortunately." Grin. "Here...I'll get you a mug, you just sit tight." And she does just that.

Hiza flutters happily in Fyria's direction, managing to show all her teeth and not look like a doofus, "Oh thank you /so/ much," eyes flicker to Elehu and, "In moderation, yep!" is chirruped happily. "S'long as I can have some. Not that I would trade Zixane for some klah, a'course. She's precious, don't you think." This isn't really said as a question, and Hiza simply sparkles, "The look on X'ner's face when he realized that's he's a father was absolutely stunning, you know."

P'rru snorts to himself "You should have seen the look on Kh'ryn's face when Kwa told him he was going to be a father.." he adds with a smirk. Nevermind he probably looked even worse when Kezzra broke the news to him. "And behave Fyria...or I'll just let slip what I know.." he teases the poor messenger mercilessly. "Anyway, I was going to come and see you later Elehu, but I should shedule you to come and give Kezzra a check over sometime this sevenday eh?" Not that Kezzra needs attending, but Purr thinks she does.

Elehu begins sipping at her soup a bit as the others talk, then gives the brownrider a bit of a nod. "Yes, that would probably be a good idea, P'rru. Just let me know when Kezzra has the time. And Hiza, she /is/ lovely, yes. Zixane, right? So we'll have a Hi' and a Zi' now?"

Fyria nearly bursts into a fit of laughter. "Not to mention the look on his face post-faint, Hi'" is muttered to the rider. Smirk. She blinks innocently over at P'rru, then sticks her tongue out at him. "But you adore me, so you won't, right?" Right? "Erp...is Kezzra okay?" Concerned look briefly, before she snerks at Elehu's comment. "That's cute. Hi and Zi." Grin.

Hiza giggles, "Yep. Hi' and Zi'. Or, Hiza and Zixa," a proud little beam, "That's what the 'ne' is for, you see. So I don't get confused." Suddenly she double-takes at P'rru, mouth going slightly agape, "Wha'? You.. an' Khor... Kezzra and Kwa?" Well, she has all the people right, if not the right order, "An' kids?" A smile spreads quickly across her face, "How wonderful!!"

P'rru nods quickly to Fyria's question "Aye as fine as can be expected, she's pregnant..and yes, I utterly and illogically adore you" he teases very , and pours himself another klah, nevermind that it's distinctly cooler than his previous mug. "Well, this means that Kh'ryn and I are family now..in a long stretch. Since his child will be my Kaorru's half-brother or sister...and have I told you yet that my Skylark fancies that bluerider? And it's not just I that seems to think her feelings are reciprocated" Doesn't the brownrider look chuffed now, puffing his chest and reclining back in the chair.

Elehu laughs softly at Hiza's last comment. "And you've heard about Ilare and Pyrene too, right?" Then P'rru and Fyria get a startled look. Khors and Skylark? What happened to... um." The Healer blinks and shakes her head. "Never mind. I was never good at gossip. That's cute though, they're good kids."

Fyria holds up her hands and waves them a bit, shaking her head. "Wait wait wait...I'm confused." Not too hard, since she hardly knows half the people mentioned, except a few. "Kh'ryn, and Skylark? And what about Pyrene and Ilare?" Blink blinnk. She's going to need to sort this out at some point. Ah..life in the weyr.

Hiza only gets smilier, "Oh lovely! Pyrene'll have another baby.. and if Ilare's having one it must be Gid's right? This is absolutely perfect!" Suddenly her expression darkens and she pouts, quite seriously, with, "I wish they had gotten pregnant sooner so we all could have been together." A slight pause and then, "I suppose the weyr wouldn't have been able to stand it, though." And then, back to P'rru, "Oh I hope he does. Poor Kh'ryn, I'd've thought he would pick someone by now... I thought for /certain/... but no matter."

P'rru explains to Fyria "Pyrene and Ilare are both pregnant by G'deon.." insert sideways glance at Elehu "and Kwa is pregnant to Kh'ryn. Kwa and I had a baby 4 turns ago together...and now my weyrmate is having another. Her 4th..my 6th I think?" he's lost count. But at more serious need-to-know stuff, he settles a rather level gaze on Elehu and Hiza simultaneously "Alright, take a breath...who did you think Kh'ryn was picking? I should know this sort of thing, no matter how much I like the man, if Skylark is going to get hurt I'll put a stop to it straight away..." The brownrider is in denial- he thinks his daughter still listens to everything he says.

Elehu laughs even more as she grins at Fyria. "Don't worry, it's all rather confusing really. Simple, but confusing. And... Pyrene's is Gid's as well," she adds in a mockingly confidential tone, not that the entire Weyr won't know sooner or later. "Very amusing, don't you think? Luckily though, Ilare didn't kick out my dear brother. He's such a silly thing." She then blinks a little at P'rru. "Kh'ryn pick? Oh... I didn't mean anything like that," she begins, glancing at Hiza. "He was involved with some green rider a while back, but that's Turns ago now. I think it's all past." And she'll just scoot down in her chair a bit now and consult her juice. Good juice.

Fyria finishes her klah, simply taking all the info in, then shakes her head. "That's what I love about living in a weyr. Things are so much more...intriguing." Wink wink. Rising from her chair, she snugs her blanket 'round her and heads towards the door. "Excuse me folks, but I need to get back for another meeting." She half salutes everyone, grinning. "Catch ya later!" Turn on heel, out she goes into the cold.

Fyria exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Hiza blinks at Elehu, "A greenrider? I thought he and Rianne were.. but obviously she likes that.. that other person. So I suppose he's gone and gotten over it. That's very good. Especially with Skylark, she's a lovely person." She doesn't seem at all phazed by the fact that Pyrene and Ilare are carrying the same person's child (with her family, how could she be?), and instead giggles, "Well I hope they both have boys or they both have girls, so they can grow up the very best of friends, having the same father and all." Suddenly Zixane gives a little sniffle like she's about to break into sobs, and Hiza quickly scoops up the extra blankets and gives a quick, "Sorry, she's probably hungry. See you all later!" Greenrider and now whining infant disappear into the cold right after guard, calling as an afterthought, "It was wonderful seeing you both!"

P'rru waves to the departing people, distractedly. "Come Elehu, let's go for a walk eh? I'm sure it'll be much warmer in the kitchens, and hopefully the cooks will have turned out some hot breads by now.." the brownrider gets up with a rattle of lungs and a crick of kneejoints. "I had mostly forgotten, that before he was Kh'ryn, Khory was always found with -that- greenrider.." who tried to seduce him and gave Purr the cranks.

Elehu laughs softly and nods as she gets to her feet. "I'd love that. You know the cooks keep all the best klah to themselves." Her bowl and glass are left with the others left for the drudges as she begins moving off towards the kitchens. "Oh, so you knew about that? I wouldn't worry, I'm pretty sure he's moved on. Never hurts to ask though. But Khor is a good boy."

You head into the kitchens' warm, food-scented depths.

Kitchens (#7908)
Heat and a large, unidentifiable morass of pungent odors assail those that pass through the herb-strung doorways and into the broad depths of hearth-filled kitchens. From the earliest hour of morning to shadows of latenight, the cavern is never empty: mealtimes bring vast crowds of drudges and workers scurrying 'neath cooks watchful eyes, while at other times a handful of clean hands tend the many fires and huge ovens that bake and broil breads and meat. A smaller hearth sits near-idle but for the ever present pots of klah, soup, and stew kept warm and ready.
Several anonymous doorways lead into storage caverns, stairwells, and cabinets that line the walls... surely anything needed can be found.. somewhere.
Hoping for food are Denver, Tolly, Frokost, Lorelei, and Jager.
You see Skan and Delphin here.
Obvious exits:
Cellars --- Caverns

P'rru heads in from the Caverns.

P'rru follows slowly, and in the stuffy heat of the kitchens, draws away the scarf and beanie (wow they match, in terribly festive red and green) and stuff them into a large coat pocket. "Well to tell you the truth, I was much relieved when I found out she liked Kh'ryn...at least with him she won't be running away in a trader wagon with some man I barely know, subject to bandits and bad weather and thieves...but perhaps it's not a good idea at all, letting her get about with a rider..." muse muse.

Elehu dodges out of the way of a young baker apprentice and smiles softly at P'rru. "I don't think Kh'ryn is like most riders though. I mean... he'd never drop her cold either, you know?" And at this the Healer pauses for her own musings, moving a moment later to poke around a likely looking klah pot. "Ah, here we are, could you find a mug for me?" she asks the brownrider sweetly. "Fresh as can be, just the way I like it... And you never know. Maybe someday that daughter of yours will snag a lifemate of her own. You just never know, so she may as well be happy now, right?" The Weyr mentality can be so forgiving sometimes. "And anyway, it's not like she's moved in with him yet, is it?" Not that Ele would know, she's often the last to hear about riders' goings-on.

P'rru winds through the throng of cooks, bakers and candlestick makers (what? hang on...) to reach up to a high high shelf, and retrieve a couple of mugs. "A dragon of her own? Elehu don't give an old man an early death. That's something else to worry about. Skylark on a dragon, and just my luck it'd be green..." sigh sigh, and the brownrider pushes the mugs towards her "Anyway, about Kh'ryn, he is a good lad, and out of that whole weyrling class if it had to be someone, thank Faranth it's not one of those no-brained bronzers!" Smirk.

Elehu laughs quietly while pouring two steaming mugs of freshly brewed klah. Ahh... makes you just want to... drink. Yes. "Hey, you never can tell with dragons," she replies, giving the old brownrider a crooked grin. "They pick the oddest people sometimes." She winks at him though and sets the klah pot aside. "No-brained, hmm? You've examined them thoroughly?" she chimes in sweetly before blowing across the top of her klah. "But yes, Kh'ryn is one of the better ones out of that group. Skylark has good taste. Learned it from her father maybe." Aww.

P'rru reaches over to squeeze the healer's shoulder in agreement with that 'aww' a recognition of her being so cyooote. And then he swings up his mug of klah, but he doesn't drink it yet because the hand that's holding it, is also used to wave about while he speaks gently "Hmph. Take X'ner for example...and that rock...but your right, dragons' find the oddest pecularities as riders...not that my Skylark is peculiar" The brownrider pauses, swaps the mug to his other hand and goes on "Nevermind, I'll just have to keep my eye on them..I'll be busy in the next few months won't I? With Kezzra and little Kwa pregnant, she's such a dear. I'll take you to give her a looksee aswell after you give my weyrmate the once over." and at that he chuckles, a burble gravelly sound "Even protective of Kwa I am now. I'm a silly old bugger". Snort.

"You /are/ checking with Kezzra and Kwa before inviting me for a 'looksee', right P'rru?" Elehu asks with an amused grin. "Besides, Kariel really is better with these sorts of things. He's the midwife, not me." She steps to the side as a cook wanders past, then leans against the counter. "And yes... X'ner's rock. And baby now. Zixane? Something like that?" Poor tired healer, bad with names. "And there's nothing wrong with caring about people..." Careful sip of klah.

P'rru rolls his eyes "I'd rather trust you too see the girls than Kariel..." he claims, finally taking his first sup from the mug "Ahh hits the spot.." is the breathed remark before he chats away again "I don't have a problem with Kariel at all, but your more likely to put up with my fussing aren't you? Dear little pet." smile. Crookedly. The brownrider leans against a low bench, giving a bounce of eyebrows to the cook that glares at him for lingering. "So enough of my family and my worries, I've really got to get out and fix up the caverns..."

Elehu blushes softly at the 'pet' comment and just shrugs a little. "I'll try, P'rru. Just send me a note or stop by. Or have them stop by, I'm flexible." She takes a quick drink of her klah before nodding. "Yes, that's a good idea. I'd better rest up or something. I hope I'll see you there." She flashes him a pleased smile, then quickly turns, dodging Bakers and drudges alike before disappearing into the caverns.

Out out out of my kitchen!

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