kazchelle

21/01/2002
Logfile from Harpers-Tale

Kazra

Kazra stands tall at her final height of 5'8. Brown hair sweeps back off her face, but there is a new addition to it. Twined among the brown strads are quite a few colourful ribbons, white, red, blue, green and purple. Falling neatly down her back, they reach to her shoulders, giving Kazra's hair a new, colourful look. A small band of leather holds the ribbons and the hair back out of her sparkling blue eyes. Long legs taper upwards to a thin waist, broadening out only slightly to her upper body. Arms are slender and well formed, often gesticulating a point.

Kazra has changed her outfit along with her name, now sporting a vivid orange short sleeved top and a pair of black trousers. Her feet are covered with ankle length black boots that look rather worn, though sometimes Kazra kicks them off to wander around barefooted.

Kazra wears the orange and black knot of an Ista Weyr Weyrlings, with a thin ribbon of brown trailing through it to indicate her lifemate.

She is awake and looks alert.

You notice Kazra looking at you.

Kazra is 24 Turns, 2 months, and 24 days old.

Xylyth

Rich shades of soil encompass this brown's towering and imposing form completely, intermingling to form fresh shades and fathoms of earthiness where they fuse. Pale coffee tones spill over an angular muzzle and face seemingly carved from the earth, so fine is their detail, before giving way to muddy colourings that diffuse over well built shoulders and stomach, sleek muscle visible beneath silky hide, finally darkening to almost midnight shades at sweeping wings. Woven into these depths of night, as if by unseen magic, tendrils of deepest aubergine thread their way across the tautly spread membrane, surfacing to form cryptic symbols of colour then disappearing from view once more in a ritualistic dance of hide and seek. Continuing the rhythmic flow of colours, cinnamon and chocolate mix and intermingle over powerful back legs, while hints of gold seep into the shade of a perfectly formed tail.

Xylyth's first set of straps are at first apperance, simple well oiled leather, fitting in all the right places. But on closer inspection, Kazra looks to have gone strange with a needle, and purple designs twist and turn in mystical and random patterns. Running down the centre of each strap, above the purple stitching are three thin threads of black, blue and orange, almost invisible against the brown leather unless you look closely. Looks like Kazra's sewing skills are improving.

Xylyth is 10 months and 13 days old.

He is 46 feet (15m) long, with a wingspan of 76 feet (25m).

Xylyth senses Kazra looking at him.

Xylyth seems to be listening.

Chelle

Standing before you is a petite woman, a bit short at only five feet. Her body may be a bit on the thin side, but lurking under smooth, tanned skin are muscles, strenghtened by all of those bags of firestone she's thrown around in the last several Turns. If you get a look at her hands, you'll see many callouses there, hinting at her hard work. Also, on her right wrist is a small scar, evidence of a Threadscore. She has light brown hair that gets even lighter, nearer to blonde, when she's been out in the sun for any length of time. It is worn shoulder-length, with the ends curling under, bangs falling just short of her eyebrows. Her eyes are a light blue color, framed by long eyelashes. She has a stub of a nose, high cheekbones, and a thin set of lips that, when she smiles, shows nice, even, white teeth.

Icy blue enwraps itself around sleek curves, shipfish grey twining in and out of supple leather's aqua plateau. Sky unravels across silver-blue's mystique, simmering down into turbulent seas of precious sapphire around the knees, storm-cloud grey engulfing oceanic currents in it's wrathful grasp, shuddering with the intensity of grape's stained hue, culminating into ebony's decisive clasp around slender ankles, a small black beaded fringe adding that extra extravagance. Soft-white embraces her torso, engulfing feminine curves in a glorious contrast to leather's sultry black and in a cheerful union with aqua's iridescence, leaving arms

bare and midriff hidden; limbs only to be hidden beneath a jacket crafted from the finest of leathers, variegating hues starting at autumn sky's brilliant blue and concluding at navy's regal darkness. Perched on Chelle's shoulder is Lyon.

She wears an intricate knot, double cord of night's blue and black, a single strand of silver threaded through, twisted into a single loop with a long tail left to hang down, indicating that she is a wingrider of High Reaches Weyr. Also to be noted is the blue ribbon that is entwined throughout, a blue as bright as a summer sky, informing all who see it of her lifemate's color. Also attached to the same shoulder is a badge, proudly owning to the fact that she's a member of the Mudslide Wing.

She is awake and looks alert.

Carrying:

Lyon

Chelle is 20 Turns, 6 months, and 11 days old.

Chelle has no apparent threadscoring.

Rhajath

With a puff of dust and smoke, currents of Mediterranean blue twist over the curves and contours carried by draconic hide. Polished headknobs skew in a smudge of brilliant amethyst that streaks down comfortably rounded neckridges, leaving traces of dusky twilight down the dragon's blocky chest. Iridescent ultramarine counters any murk or shadow with a reflective lustre on buttery-soft haunches, steering down through a lithe and limber tail towards a pool of vivid blue at its widened tip. Wide, faceted eyes glitter the promise of zip and power as metallic lines race through his streamlined wingsails, the color cruising upwards until it fades out of sight.

Rhajath is wearing riding straps! The leather has been dyed a brilliant blue color, which catches the eye, even though Rha, himself, is blue. One strap loops between his fourth and fifth neckridge, held on by a silver buckle. Another buckle is placed near it, in order to lengthen the strap as Rha grows.

Rhajath is 2 Turns, 10 months, and 27 days old.

He is 57 feet (19m) long, with a wingspan of 95 feet (31m).

Rhajath seems to be listening.

Chelle is just waving as R'ley leaves with his son. She grins as she notes the brown's descent, Rha bugling a greeting to him from out in the water. "Well, well..Hello Kazra and Xylyth!" she calls.

Xylyth wings in carefully, making a fairly neat landing for one of his early flights. Kazra carefully unstraps herself and slides down onto the ground waving as the assistant weyrlingmasters green that was accompnaying them heads higher up."Good day to you Chelle and Rhajath!" Kazra calls as she makes her way over to Chelle, with Xylyth adding his own rumble of a greeting before heading out to join Rhajath in the water.

Chelle sits back down on the sand, yawning slightly as she does so, "Come and have a seat, Kazra..." she tells the girl, patting the sand, "I was just talking to R'ley a bit...How're things going with /you/? I haven't been over here in such a while, I thought I'd come and see what everybody is up to." she says.

Kazra gratefully thunks down onto the sand beside Chelle, shoving her shoulders back in an attempt to stretch them. "Things are going great with me, bar being a bit sore." she grins "How about you?" and she seems to be in a bouncy mood. "All of us weyrlings are fine, at least, I've not heard different." Meaning she hasn't heard of any trouble they've gotton into.

Chelle raises an eyebrow slightly, "Sore? What're you sore for?" she asks, looking her friend over as if to see bruises or something, "They working you too hard?" She shrugs slightly at the question asked to her, "Oh, I guess I'm okay..." she decides, but that's all she says on that subject. "How long do you have until you graduate?"

"Take off's and landings." Kazra explains. "We've been allowed to fly with our lifemates now, and our muscles aren't used to that sort of thing. The barracks stinks of numbweed." and as for the other question, kazra has to consider. "I'm not quite sure when we graduate, maybe in another three months or something."

Chelle grins at the memories of her own take-offs and landings, "Yes, I can see why you'd be a bit sore..." she says, "It does take a while to get used to that sort of thing, even for your lifemate." Saying this, she looks out onto the water, smiling at the sight of the two dragons frolicking in the water, "Three months...it'll go fast." she assures Kazra.

"Xy keeps telling me that I'll get used to it, but now that our first Threadfall is approaching, I think that we'll be even more sore form tossing firestone sacks around." Kazra admits, wriggling slightly to get more confortable.

Chelle nods, a slight frown on her face now, "You be careful, Kazra..." she warns, "Threadfall is nothing like you've ever seen...Talking about it or being on groundcrews is /nothing/ like being up in the air with the stuff. I'll /never/ forget my first real Threadfall, flying it, I mean, not just filling up sacks of firestone. That's how I got this..." she says, holding out her wrist to show her smallish scar.

Kazra nods seriously. "I've heard enough tales about it to be careful, and seen around Reaches those who've been injured by it. I wouldn't do anything reckless, and neither would Xy." She looks at the scar on Chelle's wrist and gives a slight shudder. "That is one thing that I hope we avoid."

Chelle nods approvingly at Kazra's statements, "I'm glad to know you won't be foolhardy, then, like some weyrlings tend to be, not that I'd expect that of you, anyway, of course." she reassures her friend. "But even the best of us can have accidents..not that I'm the best by /any/ means, but I've heard of some that were known to be better than any at bringing Thread down, but they've got score marks all over them!"

"I'm sure that once we start flying Thread, we'll have caution engraved on our brain. Well apart from a couple..." and her sentance trails off there, before she grins at Xylyth who seems to be enjoying splashing in the water. "I don't know which he likes the most, flying or bathing." she comments idely

Chelle, too, turns her attention to the dragons, laughing as Rha sends up wave after wave of spray towards the brown, "I know what you mean...though Rha always assures me that it's definitely flying...Of course, maybe it'd be different if we lived /here/ instead of at 'Reaches. He doesn't get to swim as much there, especially through the winter."

"Well, you'd always be welcome to visit Ista once Xy and I get a weyr of our own. Speaking of weyrs, I was thinking of holding a weyrwarming party. Think anyone at Reaches would be interested?" Kazra asks, with a smile as she actually manages to remember something. In the water, Xylyth experiments with something, cupping his wings and swooshing them forward.

Chelle nods, "Well, I try to get over here when I can...I've still got some friends here from when I was a nanny here..." she shrugs, "As to a /party/...I don't know..I'm not too good at parties, but we'll see." she finally decides, "I'll at least come and visit you every once in a while." she grins, "Though you'll have to keep those crazy greenriders from me!" she shakes her head, "I have to leave fast whenever I see /them/ coming! As for anybody else at 'Reaches coming..." she shrugs, "I don't know...there's some that would go to /any/ party they could get to, for the food and wine, others..." she lets it go with a shrug, "If you want, though, I could invite people you have in mind."

"I need to find myself a place first." Kazra admits. "Xy has seen a few, and so have I, but then Valanth has gotton Xylyth started on plants so we've got one of those to consider." And Kazra's expression shows what she thinks of that. "Once I get a place, I'll get Xylyth to pass the word around to those he knows, inclusing Rhajath." At the mention of crazy greenriders, Kazra giggles "You mean the ones that have the harem?"

Chelle laughs, "Plants, eh? Well, I guess that's okay, if you're handy in a garden.." And speaking of weyrs... "Rhajath is pretty upset about our weyr at the moment...Some of those candidates at 'Reaches messed up our weyr. I'm pretty sure I know who did it, but I haven't found out what dragonrider took them up to my ledge." she sighs, "Rha's in love with his own color, and so our weyr was all blue..well, now it's pink and green and purple and...it /clashes/." she says in disgust, "But I'm slowly getting it back in order." she admits, "Though it's taking quite a bit of work..." The comment about 'harems' gets her grin back, "Yes, them...Naomi and Yla and those girls. Last time I was here and they came into the living cavern, they tried to kidnap me and take me up to their weyr. What a mess /that/ would have been!"

"Candidates did that? We were /never/ that bad." *coughgreendyedunderwearcough* "Well, once we can go between, maybe Xy and I can come over and give you a hand. Or you could rope all the candidates in to doing it, seeings as you don't know which were the specific ones responsible." Kazra suggests. "So far the greens from this clutch don't seem to be that scary." Wait till the proddiness hits, mwahah.

Chelle nods, "Well, I've been getting /some/ help..." she says, "Though I'm sure I could get more, but I've been so busy with sweeps and Threadfall and things that I've not worried /too/ much about it. I think that RHa is more worried about it than I am." she grins at her blue before turning back to Kazra, "Just you wait...once they fly, it seems like the greenriders are /always/ proddy..or at least /some/ of them. I haven't met any greenriders that are /that/ bad at 'Reaches yet, though." Of course, that may be because she keeps to herself mostly.

Kazra grins "Well, at least Xylyth won't go proddy, he'll just be a chaser." and it looks like Kazra considers that to be the better deal in the matter. " Xylyth finally tires of his splashing and settles down somewhat, relaxing more now.

Chelle laughs, nodding her own agreement, "Exactly how I feel about Rha...and from what I've seen when he /does/ chase, he's not too upset when he doesn't catch, which is fine with /me/...I don't like that sort of thing, actually. Though if you can't help it, you can't help it, I guess." she says with a shrug.

"We'll find out." Kazra says with a shrug as well, eyeing the brown, who seems to be more concerned with getting damp than chasing anything that is green/gold and glows. "Any gossip from Reaches?" You can take Kazra out of the Reaches, but you can't take the love of gossip from her.

Chelle raises an eyebrow slightly at Kazra's question, "Um...gossip...I don't know..." Chelle's not one to listen to gossip, you know! "Several more people are pregnant, or rumored to be...I've heard a brownrider is supposedly pregnant..and Cayl may be...and..." she shrugs, "Other than that, there's candidate pranks, and there may be another gold rising in the next several months..."

"Its got to be something in the water there, it has to be." is Kazra's firm statement at Chelle's announcement of more pregnancies. At the mention of candidates pranks, Kazra's eyes glint with suppressed laughter, probably remembering her own candidacy which seems so short, and long a time ago. "Another gold rising? So even more candidates. Poor Reaches."

Chelle laughs, "The water...well, I guess I'd better be careful then, huh?" she says with a grin, "Though I /know/ that it won't happen to me..." she's so sure of herself, of course. "I won't have any children until I have /time/ for them." she shrugs at the thought of more candidates, "Well, we need more dragons, so I guess it's good."

"I'd stick to juice or wine." Kazra agrees with a smile "Definately might be safer." She slits back slightly, her posture less stiff, obviously her muscles are loosening up. "Dragons are always good." she says with a fond glance at her own.

Chelle laughs, "Wine, definitely...or juice, I guess." she concedes. "Anyway, there's only one man that I'd want to father any child of mine, and since he's still at Keroon..." she sighs, then blushes just a bit, "Er...well...anyway...yes, dragons are good." Oops...she does't usually let /that/ little secret out!

Kazra takes a swift sideways look at Chelle's face and decides to forget that little comment that she's sure that her friend didn't mean to come out with. "Hatchings are fun as well." Well, by that she means hatchings in general. Her's was scary.

Ah, that's better...her friend /does/ know how to let things go. Chelle smiles in part relief, part agreement with what Kazra has said, "Yes, hatchings are fun...though I still haven't gotten to any except my own..and that was just plain /wierd/."

"I can't remember much of mine, apart from the beginning, and the impression." and her face goes slightly strange as she relives that. "I can remember heading off the sands, but the rest is a blur until I woke up in the barracks with this brown thing beside me insisting that he needed feeding /now/." Kazra says.

Chelle laughs, "I know the feeling...I remember bits and pieces..that /voice/ in my mind. It nearly scared me to death, but I knew..somehow I just /knew/ that everything would be okay." she says with a slightly wistful sigh, "What a day it was...and now? Well, I can tell you, I'm not /near/ how I used to be."

Kazra nods. "I was startled by the voice as well. Nothing that the weyrlingmaters or candidatemasters, or anyone for that matter prepares you for the actual experiance. Its something that is difficult to put into words." And Kazra lapses into silence.

Chelle laughs, "There's so many people that ask what it's like...and I don't think /any/ dragonrider can answer that in the right way. It's so different from anything I've ever experienced before..." she admits "I'd never thought I'd want to be a dragonrider...Never thought I'd even be /close/ to that position, but..." she shrugs, "Here I am."

Kazra nods. "The phrase 'Only the dragons know.' never seemed so right really." she says "I don't think that anyone who thinks that they will be a dragonrider becomes one, do you?" Strange questions here from Kazra, but then she's strange.

Chelle shrugs, "There's been some that have thought they'd be one, and ended up a'dragonback..." she says, "But then, I guess there's some dragons that have just as big ego's as those people." she says with a grin. "But, speaking of dragons knowing..." she says with a sigh as Rhajath comes up out of the water, "It seems as if we're needed somewhere at the moment..." she gets up from her spot, taking a towel from her bag and starting to dry Rhajath off. After all, it wouldn't do to get frozen between! Fastening his straps on, she climbs up, "Thanks for the talk, Kazra...I'll be back soon. Let Rha know if you get that weyr party up." she reminds her, before lifting an arm in farewell, and giving the command that sends Rha upwards.

Chelle climbs up, settling herself between Rhajath's neckridges.

Rhajath takes off, scattering sand behind him.

From above, Rhajath takes off from the main beach.

From above, Rhajath zips ::between:: in a flash.