| Chatting with Kia |
| 12/20/01 Logfile from Harpers-Tale Kia Five foot, one inches may not be tall but the presence of this young woman is always felt no matter her size. Widespaced sea green eyes are set into a slim freckled face that has sleeked down to high cheek bones and snubbed nose. Short, cropped and spikey would explain Kia's hair at this present moment. Alternating tones of blue are randomly stood on end around her head. The deep crimson of her natural color hair shoot up here and there giving her a rather weird look but thats alright. Formally whipcord thin this young woman is still thin but not overly so her body having a more feminine shape to it. Pale skin after years outdoors has finally settled at a more normal tone of beige not exactly dark or tan but color none the less. Uniforms! Yup I'm afraid so this former Starcrafter now turned 'ling wears the lurvely uniform of an Istan. Bright orange and sometimes blinding in the middle of the day, made of a sturdy cotton like material it's comfortable looking and relatively soft. Black work pants already much abused it would seem fit snuggly to her hips tapering down to her ankles where the work boots are laced tightly. Perched on Kia's head is Umi. Kia wears the double corded knot of orange and black, with a single loop letting all know she's one of those freaky Ista Weyrlings. She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 2 minutes. Kia is 18 Turns, 2 months, and 9 days old. Valanth is sleeping his lurvely blue body curled up on the couch that belongs to him. Kia's awake it would seem already preparing for when Valanth will wake by cutting up pieces of meat into a large bowl. Not even her task keeps her from glancing over towards Valanth more often than not hte little blue's snores Valanth Rushes of pure azure stream calmly from elongated tail to petite muzzle, rippling delicately among the bumps and ridges that line the journey from this blue's neck, down along his back to the tip of his tail. Peace and serenity joyride until the frothy foams give way to the deep and chilling river rapids that form the aqua of his body as a whole. Swirling spheres mar each of his flanks, whirlpools warping his colours to new depths of tone, lilac laced into watery blues. But as the current softens back along his wings after the fierce excursion through the gauntlet, the tint lessens almost to a near film of ice, clear as the sky above and calm as a summer's day. Valanth is 1 month and 8 days old. He is 7 feet (2m) long, with a wingspan of 11 feet (3m). Valanth seems to be listening. Xylyth senses Kia looking at him. >> Watching "High Reaches": X'ner has disconnected. Kazra vacates the couch, followed by the brown lump known as Xylyth. "Morning Kia." Kazra cheerfuly greets, actually looking awake, before she joins her fellow weyrling beside the meat. Xylyth just curls up in a handy spot on the floor, eyes fixed on his lifemate. He rumbles a greeting to whoever might be listening. 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. Peeping out from Kazra's hair is Pyxis. Wrapped around Kazra's neck is Emmy. Clinging to Kazra's hair is Seine. Standing tall on Kazra's shoulder is Hawk. 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. 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 is 1 month and 8 days old. He is 9 feet (3m) long, with a wingspan of 15 feet (5m). Xylyth senses Kazra looking at him. Xylyth seems to be listening. Weyrling Barracks Large as it is, the barracks seem small when filled with the constant activity of weyrlings and dragonets, working, learning, or playing. The couches each show touches of the individuals who occupy them, all of them kept swept clean as the WLMs demand, but with a variety of cushions and coverings neatly folded or scattered across them. The clothespresses are full, some not so tidily closed as they should be. Fresh glowbaskets are strategically placed about the room, ready to cast their light over the dark walls. At the northern end of the room are shelves containing a variety of supplies necessary for the care of young dragons, and over the shelves hang a number of charts and pictures. Off to one side is the everpresent vat of oil and trays of meat for the growing dragonets. Gliding about are Orion, Prometheus, Flame, Pennywise, Sartan, Inaho, Wyriln, Astet, and Corsair. Bronze Aboleoth, brown Xylyth, and blue Valanth are here. You see Weyrling Note Board here. Kia is here. Obvious exits: Weyrlingmaster's Office Out Couches Rooms Valanth moves in his sleep tail fliping out to drift down the edge of his couch. Kia just giggles at him eyes moving towards Kazra at her movement along with Xylyth "Good Morning Kazra and to you too Xylyth been outside yet?" Kazra produces her own knife and sets to the chopping required to feed one hungry brown. "Not yet Kia, but he's quite excited at the thought." Kazra grins, eyes unfocusing slightly, before they refocus "That still takes a while to get used to." she admits with a shake of her head. "But Xy was asking if you and Valanth have been to the exciting place called outside yet." Xylyth senses Lib looking at him. Kia bobs her head causing the spikey hair to sway as she finishes up the normal sized portion for one of the hungry dragonets "Aye we've even been down to the basin even though not for very long and Valanth just loves to listen to the waterfall" Valanth as if hearing his name spoken one to many times stirs first his lids flickering before he moves a bit wings raising as he creels at the sight of the meat. Kia's eyes flicker befoer she giggles "Yes Valanth this is all for you isn't that great?" Kazra stops, knife in one hand and lump of meat in the other, eyebrow raised, then she sighs. "This seems to be becoming a habit." she mutters. "Xy has just informed me that he doesn't want to eat, he wants to sleep." she explains to Kia, putting down the knife and pushing the bowl containing what she's chopped over to Kia "Valanth may as well have it, I'll do some more when Xylyth decides that he's hungry again." she smiles, and with that and an imperious creel from Xylyth, Kazra heads back to their couch. Xylyth decides that they've had enough of investigating and return to the comfort of Xylyth's couch. Xylyth's Couch Material dyed a deep green hangs from hooks that are embedded in the wall, making the small alcove fairly dark, lit only by two shielded glows. Dominating the alcove is the couch for Xylyth, carved out of the stone and moulded to the contuors of all the previous draconic occupants. Beside the couch is a nest of cushions and pillows, covered in brightly coloured materials, where Kazra makes her bed. A sheet of black, blue and orange sewn together is folded neatly. Next to the nest of cushions is another cushion, this one looking rather tattered and covered in a selection of grey hairs, marking the place where Kazra's canine Gigi sleeps when she is not being looked after by one of the weyrbrats. A small chest takes up the rest of the spare space in this room, where Kazra stores her clothes and other items. The floor is usually visible, with the alcove overall being neat and tidy. It is a winter before dawn. Brown Xylyth is here. You see Gigi here. Obvious exits: Out |