| Large Dragon |
| 29/01/2002 Logfile from Dragons Dusk Kaslarna Kaslarna is fairly tall, standing at just a few inches under six feet. Her face is oval, framed by black hair that falls down to her shoulders in a dark mass. Her eyes are a deep dark blue, almost purple in some lights. Thin, but not gangly, she carries herself well, and lightly on her feet. Kaslarna is wearing a deep red tunic, almost tan, with silver patterns decorating the front and back of it, rising and falling in random swirls. Plain and simple black trousers cover her legs, slightly greyed with wear. Ankle high boots cover her feet. Around her neck hangs a thin chain of silver, with a piece of gold/amber stone hanging from it, carved into the shape of a teardrop. She is awake and looks alert. Kaslarna is 18 Turns, 7 months, and 12 days old. Eastern Bowl The hard packed earth of the Weyr bowl carpets the ground beneath your feet, still kept painstakingly free of greenery as it has been for hundreds of turns. The only exception is a tiny shrub, an infant tree that couldn't be more than three turns old. Obviously tended lovingly, the turf about the base is newly turned and fertilized. A symbol of all that has changed about Pern, even the dragons tread carefully about it, careful not to hurt it. This central portion of the Weyr bowl is set off more by function than by geography. Encompassing the eastern and south-eastern curve of the bowl, it is always busy with ground or air travel. Dragons blink in and out of ::between:: at all levels of sky above, spiraling gracefully towards earth or soaring off towards one of the distant ledges which dot the Weyr walls. Firelizards of all colours flit about , in and about the dragons in the air and the Weyr residents on the ground. From this vantage can be seen the hatching caverns to the north, and weyrling area far across the bowl to the west. The feeding grounds to the southeast borders on the cool waters of the Weyr lake, which covers the south end of the Weyr. It is a winter late night. You see Chrysaoth, Yis, Meath, Imber, Emerald, Bujesh, Earth, Finiath, Zlouth, and Shujoth here. Obvious Exits: Northern Bowl Southern Bowl Western Bowl Feeding Grounds INFirmary Living Cavern From atop Shujoth, K'chiko commands the Shujoth around. "Okee, Shu, left, right, left..." Looks like she's doing ground drills eh? Checking the buckles on her straps to see that she's properly fastened in, she sees Kaslarna emerge, and gives her a little wave. "Kaslarna! Hey there!" Shujoth mantles his by-now-big wings in greeting to the resident as well. Kaslarna gives a wave in return, both to Shujoth and K'chiko. "Evening!" she calls back, before looking at the brown. "Big." she mutters under her breath, before turning her attention back to the rider. "Wotcha up to?" Seems like now that she's settled in, her nosy streak is coming to the fore. From atop Shujoth, K'chiko slips her booted feet out from the loops on her straps, and swings them back and forth gently. "Oh, nothin' much. Oil, feed, bathe... the usual. And more mucking out." Wince. "When he starts going ::between:: to... uh... you know, I think I'll have a less smelly existence." She pats Shujoth, who warbles with glee at this pat from his lifemate. "No, Shu, don't rush it... I'd rather smell than lose you." "Well, if you need a hand with anything." Kaslarna offers. She's never helped muck out a dragon before, but it can't be that much worse than runners, can it? " She wanders closer to where Shujoth is so she doesn't have to shout as much, but still being wary of the large dragon. Biiig. Shujoth A mantle of maple drapes this diminutive brown dragon in a robe of royalty that fails to cloak the narcissistic nature of his upright bearing. Narrow shoulders unbowed by the weight of empires, his movements are marked by a maturity that's surprising for his age; lean and sleekly agile, he bonds a fencer's nimble grace to a diplomat's deliberate wisdom. Cherry-wood polishes each precisely-placed limb, glinting with ebony darkness at the spars that bracket silk-lined wings; that same shade highlights the cascade of carefully-carved neckridges, the coiling length of that slim tail, and the buffed brightness of lacquered talons. When he's wearing them, black straps outfit him, thick sueded leather conforming to his neck, delicately decorated with a pattern of climbing red roses. Shujoth is 1 turns, and 21 days old. Mounted: K'chiko Shujoth's being his usual high-born emperor-like self. From atop Shujoth, Biiig Shujoth dips down his head to examine Kaslarna again. She's shrinking! Or maybe he's just getting bigger. Blinking his multifaceted eyes at her, he gives an inquisitive 'urrrrr?' as he checks her out. Oooh. Purty. Like all the females. Unstrapping herself from Shujoth, K'chiko slides down his back to the ground, carefully avoiding those ridges. Thank Faranth she isn't a guy. Looking toward Kaslarna, she says, "Thanks- but be warned I may take you up on that offer." Emphasis on the 'warned'. Oh shards. Large dragon head incoming. Large eyes. Strange noises. Meep. But still Kaslarna holds her ground. After all, he wouldn't eat her while his rider was around, would he? "Warned, why? I'm volunteering." Silly child, did her mother never tell her, never volunteer? K'chiko dismounts, sliding down Shujoth and dropping to the ground. K'chiko chuckles. "Oh, Shujoth, you don't need to inspect her... and I know you think she's pretty, you say that to every girl you meet, be it human or dragon..." Sigh. Shujoth, meanwhile, extends an affectionate whuffle to Kaslarna and bends his head over to K'chiko, giving her a big SLURP! Which leaves K'chiko moist on one side with dragon slobber. Eeew. Whuffled? How odd. Kaslarna then bursts out with giggles as Shujoth slurps K'chiko. "I suppose I can be glad I didn't get drooled on." she comments between giggles. "I'd offer you a towel, but I don't have one handy." "Bleaurgh. Shujoth, now I'm all wet with /your/ slobber," K'chiko gently admonishes the brown, who gives a concerned and apologetic croon. Turning her head towards Kaslarna, she says, "I'm afraid I'll need to take a bath now. See you later?" And with that she goes. K'chiko goes home. K'chiko has left. Shujoth goes home. *** Disconnected *** |