First Kiss

December 01, 1998

The following is a log of roleplay from PernMUSH . The world of Pern is copyright Anne McCaffrey, 1967. The Dragonriders of Pern is a registered trademark.

Fort Stable
Solid stone walls and metal shutters make the interior of the Fort Weyr stable a dim but cozy place, kept warm against the mountain chill by the body heat of the animals that dwell here. A long, low building, its somewhat cramped space has been arranged to take care of a large weyr's needs efficiently. Box stalls stand along both walls, occupied by resident and visiting runners, a milk cow, and a chicken roost. Cross-tie rings are set at regular intervals along the wide aisle, and a tack room and stone-floored wash area are at the far end of the stable. A 'ladder' leads up to the loft, where feed and bedding are stored. The stable is clean and neatly organized, a testament to the work the resident Herders do here.
There are things to +view here.
A tall fine runner, his coat a pale fleabitten grey, looks over the top of his stall door and nickers at you as you pass by.
Contents:
Ryen
Nanny
Gypsy's Black Magic
Oberon(#6565MVaes)
Connain(#11042MVaes$)
Obvious exits:
Bowl

Bronwynn looks around, searching for something, "Hi," she says, noticing Ryen.

Reyn
Looking rather shy, Ryen is a boy beginning the first steps of becoming a man. His features are a little awkward looking, with large feet and lanky arms and legs. Ryen's tan face is accentuated by his large blue eyes, that look as if they could take in the world with his curiosity. With his voice breaking often, he tried to watch what he says. His curly blonde hair looks mis-managed and a little out of control at times but he gives off the impression that he does not care and lives for the moment. He is around 5'6' in height and is approximately 14 turns old.
He is currently wearing a light brown tunic that seems to be a little large on him. His breeches are a dark brown color and look well worn. He has his breeches tucked into his boots, which are large for a boy his size.

Ryen shovels bovine chips from one pile to another.... what fun. He looks up and sees a vistor and smiles. "Hi..." He looks at her and smiles a little. "C-can I help you?"

Bronwynn tilts her head curiously at Ryen, "Have you seen a boy around here... dark hair... a little taller than me?"

Ryen shakes his head at her. "No... what's his name?"

Bronwynn replies, "Dinuj" but is quickly disctracted when she notices Connain, "Isn't she lovely."

Ryen smiles at the girl. "Yes she is, isn't she." He pulls out a carrot from his pocket and begins to feed Connain one. "You wanne feed her?"

Bronwynn beams, nodding silently.

Ryen pulls out another fingerroot and hands it to her. "I'm Ryen." he murmurs softly.

Bronwynn glances downward and then back up at the boy as she takes the fingerroot from him. "My name is Bronwynn" she says just as softly. She feed's Connain, patting the beast's neck.

Ryen looks up and smiles at her. "So do you live here at the weyr?"

Pulling out two more fingerroot, Ryen hands another to Bronwynn.

Bronwynn takes a deep breath and grins, "No, actually I'm just passing through with my brother, uncle and now my cousin." She accept the fingerroot and continues "We'll be here until after the Fall, then it's off to Fort Hold. We're going to Ista."

Ryen nods to her as he absently wipes his sweaty palms on the back of his breeches. Looking a little nervous, he smiles. "yeah, my sis is a rider here. I'm staying to get some work in and keep her outta trouble, so my ma says."

Bronwynn laughs, "According to my ma, I'm the one who need's to stay out of trouble." Her gray eyes look stormy at the thought of her mother, but she seems to swallow it down and continue, "Where are you from?"

Ryen smiles at her. "Yeah, I think that was another reason my ma sent me. To keep me out to trouble! I'm from Igen." He shakes his head. "Talk about a climate change."

Bronwynn grins, "I've never left the Fort region before. I can't wait to get to Ista. Is the sand really black there?"

Ryen shrugs. "That's what I hear. I haven't ever been there myself."

Ryen smiles at her. "So how long ya been here?"

Bronwynn sighs, "I thought that maybe since you've done some travleling you might know... We've been here for a while, at least a sevenday. One of the riders said we should wait until after the Fall to leave, but I think we could have made it to Fort Hold before the Fall."

Ryen shakes his head. "My sis picked me up with Qwenarth, her brown dragon." A glimmer shows in his eye of the excitement. "It was unbelievable!" He eyes Bronwynn and tilts his head. "Lets do something. I'm tired of this and wanna go swim..."

Currently at the MasterBeastHall: The afternoon is quite cloudy, with only a few open patches through which the sun pokes. A strong wind blows past and the spring air is pleasantly warm.

Ryen sighs. "Shoveling bovine chips is really dull. I just wanna get out and do something." He pulls out somemore fingerroots and hands Bronwynn one.

Bronwynn laughs, "How many fingerroots do you have in there?"

Ryen chuckles and looks around as if someone else may be in the stable. "I snuck them out from the living cavern this morning. Figured the runners would like em."

Bronwynn looks upward, considering the lake, "I guess I could go swimming..." she feeds the runner another fingerroot, petting it's muzzle.

Ryen kicks the straw at his feet nervously. "We can see if the water is warm enough." He walks over and feeds his last fingerroot to Magic and smiles. "Let's go!"

Bronwynn nods.

Ryen heads out of the stables.
You push the stable door open and walk out into the Bowl.

Fort Weyr Bowl, by the lake
This long stretch of the bowl lies to the southeast of the feeding grounds. At its western end, near the wall, the ground dips down slightly to where a lake has formed. Dragons are often washed there by their riders, and both riders and their dragons often swim in the cool waters.
The fenced off portion of the bowl for the Weyr's herds is to the northwest. To the north, a small structure built against the feeding ground pens serves as the Weyr's stables. Waves gently lap the shore to the west, and the rest of the bowl lies to the northeast.
Obvious exits:
Herb Garden STable Feeding Ground LAke Center of Bowl

Bronwynn flops down on the ground and starts to take off her boots.

Ryen removes his boots and looks over to Bronwynn. "Let me see how the water is."

Ryen splashes into the lake.
Ryen has left.
Ryen wades out of the lake.
Ryen has arrived.

Bronwynn says "how is it?"

Ryen smiles at her. "Just right!" He pulls his shirt off and drops his breeches, keeping his undergarments on.

Bronwynn smiles. She pulls her tunic over her head and wiggles out of her pants. She heads toward the water in her undies, flashing a smile at Ryen.

Bronwynn splashs into the lake.
Fort Weyr Lake Shallows
The northern area of the bowl's lake is shallow and clear. The lake's water is cool, but plenty warm for swimming in by humans. The water never changes temperature year round due to the effects of the hot magma deep below keeping the water from getting any cooler. This area's shallowness only gets over a large full grown human's head near the southwestern section of this area. This section would be fairly nice to wash a dragonet in due to the sandiness and depth. Children and babes could wade near the shore.
The lake gets deeper, more than a dragonlength deep, off to the southwest. Dragons and their riders often dive in to the deep waters. At the southwestern edge of the lake can be seen the collapsed wall. To the north and east are the feeding grounds, and bowl shore, respectively.
Obvious exits:
Diving Raft Feeding Ground SHore

From the shore, Ryen grins as he heads for the lake. "Woohoo!"
Ryen splashes in from the lake shore.
Ryen has arrived.

Bronwynn laughs, her long hair swirling around her as she swims. "It is perfect!"

Ryen jumps in laughing. "Yeah!" He dives under the under and surfaces. "This is great!"

Ryen smiles at Bronwynn. "I'm glad I finally met someone my age! All these grown ups are so boring. No one wants to have any fun." With this, he dives again.

Bronwynn dives underwater, you can see the flash of her white undies beneath the surface. She comes up, spitting a mouthful of water in Ryen's face and giggling.

Ryen grins at her laughing. "Hey! No fair." He splashes water in her direction and dives again. He surfaces near the diving raft. "This looks fun." pointing at the raft.

Bronwynn nods, and swims toward the raft.

Ryen climbs up on the raft.
Ryen has left.
Bronwynn climbs up onto the platform.

Diving Raft(#6169JLSVaehs$)
You sit on the large wooden raft, which sways slightly with the waves. It feels comfortably warm here, perfect weather for sunning, or for diving in and taking a swim.
Feel free to jump, dive, splash someone, or otherwise have fun on the raft. But be careful! If you rock the platform, someone could fall off...
A small sign is attached to the side of the raft.
Contents:
Ryen
Obvious exits:
LAke Underwater

Bronwynn grins, "What now?"

Bronwynn lays back, stretching in the sun. Her long legs are pale from the past winter, she dangles a toe in the water.

Ryen smiles at her. He starts to rock the raft back and forth laughing.

Bronwynn grasps on to the raft. "Hey!" she screeches, trying to kick Ryen off the raft, laughing all the while.

Ryen falls off the raft laughing.

Ryen slips off the raft, and into the water.
Ryen has left.
Bronwynn slips off the platform, and into the water.
Bornwynn climbs up onto the platform

You slip off the platform, and into the water.
Underwater(#6162RV)
You hold your breath, admiring the rather limited view down here. Small seaweeds and other underwater plants wave back and forth in the water, and little fish dart about among the vegetation, and in and out of a shaded hollow in the uneven bottom. Due to the depth, it is a bit dark down here, and you can't see far in any direction except up.
The water is surprisingly clear, and fromdown here you can see the raft above you. You also see, floating above you: You're almost tempted to 'grab' someone, and pull them under with you.

Contents:
Ryen
Obvious exits:
Surface

Ryen waves to bronwynn under the water and surfaces again
Bronwynn smiles at Ryen.

Ryen climbs up on the raft.
Ryen has left.
Bronwynn climbs up onto the platform.

Ryen laughs at Bronwynn. "This is fun!"

Bronwynn pants, "Give me a moment, I need to catch my breath." She grins.

Ryen grins at her as he lays back on the raft and takes in the spring day, still laughing occasionally.

Bronwynn lays back again, stretching her hands over her head. Her wet clothes cling to her slender form. She sighs, enjoying the sun's warmth. "This is great." she says turning to Ryen. "I'm awful glad I met you. My brother's not this fun, and I can never find him anyway." SHe laughs to herself over her lost sibling.

Ryen leans over at her and laughs. He tries not to let his eyes fall upon her girlish figure, but, he is just a boy. "Yeah. I've only met one other person my age and she is super busy... no fun at all. Your fun!"

Ryen sighs. "How old is your brother?"

Bronwynn pretends she doesnt notice Ryen's curious glances, "Who are you talking about?" she inquires, wondering if she's met her.

Bronwynn says "14, he's kind of a loner, always running off by himself."

Ryen idily fingers a part of the raft, fidling with it trying not to get in trouble for his prying eyes. "Her name is Tammy... Tamigwen I think." He looks at her and smiles. "A loner huh? That's no fun."

Bronwynn nods with recognition of the name. "He tend's not to be, but don't tell him I said that. He's alright."

Ryen nods. "Ok." He gives one more quick glance at the girl before laying back and smiling.

Bronwynn grins to herself, proud that she has attracted Ryen's attention. She glances to the boy out of the corner of her eye curiously.

Ryen looks back at the girl and grins. "You made the day a lot better Bronwynn. this much nicer than shoveling bovine chips."

Ryen realizes that he is staring again and averts his eyes quickly as his face turns a nice red color.

Bronwynn nod, "It's better than searching for Dinuj all day and getting odd looks from all the riders." She turns over onto her stomach to warm her back.

Ryen nods. "Yeah." his voice cracks saying this, making his face turn an even darker shade of red.

Bronwynn sits up suddenly, rocking the raft, but not enough to knock the them off. She starts to gather her wet hair which has been plasted to her body. "It's itchy when it sitcks to ya" she explains, purposely ignoring Ryen color. She lays back down on her stomach, pulling her long dark tresses to the side where they dangle in the water.

Bronwynn grins into her arms, which are crossed beneather her chin. SHe glances at the boy again, quite pleased with his reaction to her.

Ryen grabs hold of the raft so not to fall off from the sudden movement. He lays back down again and rolls over himself to warm his back and try and cover up his reaction with the girl. He hides his face in his arms until he feels he can look at her again.

When Bronwynn catches his glance she gives him a huge smile, trying to help him relax.

Ryen grins back at her as his nervousness builds. If she was trying to help him relax, it did just opposite here. His face has calmed to a light rose color, but the rest of his teenage body is doing nothing of the sort.

Ryen looks down at the water. "You can almost see the bottom." he says trying to get his mind straight.

Bronwynn looks into the lake, "I know a way we could see it better..."

You slip off the platform, and into the water.

Underwater(#6162RV)
You hold your breath, admiring the rather limited view down here. Small seaweeds and other underwater plants wave back and forth in the water, and little fish dart about among the vegetation, and in and out of a shaded hollow in the uneven bottom. Due to the depth, it is a bit dark down here, and you can't see far in any direction except up.
The water is surprisingly clear, and fromdown here you can see the raft above you. You also see, floating above you:
Ryen
You're almost tempted to 'grab' someone, and pull them under with you.

Obvious exits:
Surface

You swim towards the surface, grab Ryen by the leg, and pull him under!

Ryen slips off the platform and into the water.
Ryen has arrived.

From the raft, Ryen has a shocked look on his face and grins at Bronwynn.
From the raft, Ryen climbs up on the raft.
From the raft, Ryen has left.

Ryen joins you on the platform.
Ryen has arrived.

Bronwynn laughs, "Bet you weren't expecting that!" she says, grinning slyly.

Ryen srufaces with a look of shock. "Whoa! You scared me there!" His mind definately has moved on to other things.

Ryen shakes his head at her, smiling he sinks under the water.
Ryen slips off the raft, and into the water.

Ryen has left.
From the raft, Ryen slips off the platform and into the water.
From the raft, Ryen has arrived.

Someone grabs you and pulls you underwater!
You slip off the platform, and into the water.

Underwater(#6162RV)
You hold your breath, admiring the rather limited view down here. Small seaweeds and other underwater plants wave back and forth in the water, and little fish dart about among the vegetation, and in and out of a shaded hollow in the uneven bottom. Due to the depth, it is a bit dark down here, and you can't see far in any direction except up.
The water is surprisingly clear, and fromdown here you can see the raft above you. You also see, floating above you:
You're almost tempted to 'grab' someone, and pull them under with you.

Contents:
Ryen
Obvious exits:
Surface

Bronwynn shakes her head at Ryen, her long hair a dark blur.

Ryen sticks his blurry tongue out at her.

You climb up onto the platform.
From the raft, Ryen climbs up on the raft.
From the raft, Ryen has left.
Ryen joins you on the platform.
Ryen has arrived.
You slip off the platform, and into the water.

Fort Weyr Lake Shallows
The northern area of the bowl's lake is shallow and clear. The lake's water is cool, but plenty warm for swimming in by humans. The water never changes temperature year round due to the effects of the hot magma deep below keeping the water from getting any cooler. This area's shallowness only gets over a large full grown human's head near the southwestern section of this area. This section would be fairly nice to wash a dragonet in due to the sandiness and depth. Children and babes could wade near the shore.
The lake gets deeper, more than a dragonlength deep, off to the southwest. Dragons and their riders often dive in to the deep waters. At the southwestern edge of the lake can be seen the collapsed wall. To the north and east are the feeding grounds, and bowl shore, respectively.
Obvious exits:
Diving Raft Feeding Ground SHore

You climb up onto the platform.

You say "come on."

Bronwynn faces the lake.

You slip off the platform, and into the water.

From the raft, Ryen nods
From the raft, Ryen has left.
Ryen slips off the platform and into the water.
Ryen has arrived.

Bronwynn floats on the back, her toes poking up out of the water.

Ryen swims by her slowly.

Bronwynn nears the boy, she lunges onto Ryen, pushing him underwater. She squeels with glee.

Ryen cries out a plea that is immediately snuffed out under the water. "Guububbbb..." is all that comes out. He surfaces laughing and starts to splash at her and then dives under the water.... disappearing....

Bronwynn laughs as she wipes the water from her eyes, "where'd you go?" she calls.

Ryen pops up behind her and grabs her. "Gotcha!" He pulls her under with him, laughing.

Bronwynn struggles to free herself from his grasp, though it's obvious she isn't trying too hard.

Ryen surfaces with her, still holding the girl. He looks at her and tilts his head a little. Calmness has just been overcome with the nervous jitters again. Girls! They scare him silly.

Bronwynn looks at Ryen, waiting for his next move and wondering what hers should be. SHe open's her mouth to say something, but words escape her.

From the shore, Qwenarth walks out along the lake shore.
Qwenarth splashes in from the lake shore.
Qwenarth has arrived.

Qwenarth
Hidden deep within a forgotten archive, untouched for turns and covered with the fine traceries of a spinner's web, lies an ancient scroll--faded by the passage of time into a pale sepia-brown that is reflected in the coloring of this young dragon's hide. An illusion of the cracked and dry appearance that such a manuscript might have, covers his flanks, the once well preserved creamy tones of precious paper are now a rich umber and taupe brown. Gossamer tendrils of faded charcoal entwine themselves around his neckridges and sweep down towards his tail where they conclude in a mass of spiraled patterns, radiating outwards from a single hub. Inky-black characters--once legible but now barely recognizable as letters--contour the magnificance of his wings, creating a semblance similar to that of a leaded glass window, the light shining through the translucent membranes. Deep ruby-reds caress his muzzle in what is a sharp contrast to the rest of his coloring--melting out over the vellum hide in a shade that is reminiscent of a wax seal long lost to the past.
Although they are not fancy, enormous straps are fastened about Qwenarth so that rider and passengers alike will stay safely nestled at his neckridges. They have been meticulously stitched together, strong and rigid enough to hold up in any flying conditions. Soft padding cushions the inner face of the straps so as not to chafe the vellum hide below.
Qwenarth is 35 meters long with a wingspan of 58.3 meters. He found Rylle on the Sands at Fort 2 Turns, 7 months, and 8 days ago.
Carrying:
Rylle

Qwenarth regards your gaze through thoughtfully whirling eyes.

Ryen swallows hard and does it! He gives her a quick but soft kiss, closing his eyes. He abruptly opens them, hearing the splash of something large.

Qwenarth rumbles thoughtfully at Ryen as he wades into the water, the ripples lapping over the humans as he passes.

Qwenarth muses, inclining his head curiously at the two. More of this muzzle pressing these humans engage in all the times it seems. How drab. He turns away, wading until he disappears into the depths.

Bronwynn's eyes are wide, she puts some distance between herself and the boy as the dragon and rider draw near. There is a soft smile on her lips.

Bronwynn looks at Ryen nervously, "My skin's starting to wrinkle..."

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First Kiss December 01, 1998

First Kiss

December 01, 1998