| Kazra chats with Kia, then pays a visit to Chelle |
| 25/01/2002 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, 3 months, and 11 days old. 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. Pure bright startling white glares cheerfully against the azure ripples of this young dragons neck. Each carefully placed stitch is alternated from light blue to dark blue mind you only you'll notice if looking closely for it almost blends with the dragons hide marring the lines between straps and body. Securely fastened into the light silverish blue buckles the straps are fitted snugly. Valanth is 11 months and 15 days old. He is 38 feet (12m) long, with a wingspan of 63 feet (21m). Valanth seems to be listening. Xylyth senses Kia looking at him. 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. Pure bright startling white glares cheerfully against the azure ripples of this young dragons neck. Each carefully placed stitch is alternated from light blue to dark blue mind you only you'll notice if looking closely for it almost blends with the dragons hide marring the lines between straps and body. Securely fastened into the light silverish blue buckles the straps are fitted snugly. Valanth is 11 months and 15 days old. He is 38 feet (12m) long, with a wingspan of 63 feet (21m). Valanth seems to be listening. 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. Perched on Kia's shoulder is Hai. Perched on Kia's shoulder is Risa. Kia wears the spiffy new knot bearing a double Cord, single Loop, small tail, and one tassle. All bright in the orange and black of Ista Weyr signifing her a still a Weyrling but not the Wingsecond of the Eclipse Wing. She is awake and looks alert. Kia is 18 Turns, 7 months, and 12 days old. Kazra is sitting on the ground outside the barracks, a brush in hand and pots of paint beside her. Her head is tilted to one side critically as she looks at the rather lumpy clay pot in form of her. "What colour do you think it would look best in Xy?" she asks aloud, unaware that Kia has emerged. She dips her brush into a vivid yellow and tries brushing some on. "Hmmm." Kia may have emerged yes but she's not completely all here it would seem. Vague gestures as she yawns greatly a hand moving to rest on the side of her blue lifemate. You see Valanth is well awake and chirpy too hi tail snaking along the ground as he minces steps with Kia. The blue 'ling giggles softly "Yes I know I've gotten harder to get up but it's from not being on a ship in so long." a pause and she nods "You'll love them too I think but there isn't one you could ride on I think" As the sound of voices disturbs her from her artistic contemplation, Kazra turns round, to cheerfully wave the paintbrush at Kia, sending a few stray yellow drops onto the ground. "G'morning Kia, Valanth!" she calls, before dipping her brush into a pot of water, swishing it about, and then trying with another colour on the pot. "How are you both?" Kia idly shrugs stepping livlier as she moves to see what Kazra is doing "We're fine and spiff this morn right Valanth?" though her lifemate is already lost in the contemplations of the yellow splatters of paint in dust. Sure it might not look like much but ahh! the possibilities "Glad to hear it." Kazra grins, before applying a streak of purple paint to the pot in front of her. "Think that looks better?" she asks Xylyth, who must reply as Kazra starts putting more on. The brown then turns his attention to Valanth, crooning in greeting. <Local> Xylyth senses that he ponders in a wide sweep of sage <<Do you think that Shrub would like a purple pot to stand in on our ledge?>> And that's the explantion of what Kazra is doing. Kia flops down right next to her fellow 'ling nothing more than a collaspe of her body you see. Green eyes gleam at the sight of purple "I like that shade too Xylyth though mostly cause it's close to blue" Valanth you know doesn't always contemplate things to a complete depth so ambling foward he gives a curious whuffle lick towards his clutchsib. <Local> Xylyth senses that Valanth swirls in the tang of water clearly tasted <<I am sure Shrub would adore a purple pot>> adore of course being picked from the brain of his lifemate and then he's drifting out on a gentle current "Maybe I could blend purple and blue together, I mean, purple at the bottom, shading up to blue at the top. Then maybe do some stars?" Kazra suggests. Yeah, artistic ideas are good, but can she don then. Xylyth returns the whuffle lick type thing to Valanth, before his tail flicks out to capture the closest piece of Kazra. See, he's helping paint as well! <Local> Xylyth senses that he nods. <<To match the colour of his flowers.>> he says with a tendril of mint underweaving his words. <<Would Tree like a pot as well? Kazra made extra just in case.>> Kia beams now at her brown riding 'ling type friend "Definately an awesome idea. I mean after all what more could you ask for with blue, purple /and/ stars? I can do a little painting but I'm not that that good at all." feet stir a bit of dust as she scuffs them eyes roaming to peer at her lifemate who has now taken an interest in the pot <Local> Xylyth senses that Valanth burbles up like a cold water spring washing through the senses <<Tree would like one very much I think. Kia could even try to paint it. She thinks she is not good but I will help too.>> Kazra pulls out a spare brush from one of her pockets and offers it to Kia "You can give me a hand if you like?" she suggests, before going back to carefully concentating on the purple line that she's painting. Xylyth takes note of Valanths interest in the pot, and whuffles with pleasure in his lifemates achieements. <Local> Xylyth senses that he takes note of this fact <<I will tell her to choose a good one. Would you like it to be delivered to your weyr?>> Kia accepts the brush but not to help at the moment as she studies the thing with intense scrutiny. "Nah I don't think I'll help ya out.. Valanth's going on about how he's wanting a pot now and I suppose I'll have my hands full with that." of course she's smiling with pleasure at this fact "I've got some spare if you want one?" Kazra offers. "Me and B'ane were making them, and after he left I decided to continue in case anyone else wanted one. Plus Xylyth wanted to keep playing with the clay." <Local> Xylyth senses that Valanth pools in shades of blue with just that hint of lilac in there for added spice <<That would be wonderful.. A pot for Tree and a pot for Shrub and lifemates to decorate them!>> **Kia disconnected here** You ascend up Xylyth's side and settle in between earthen ridges, while Xylyth eyes you curiuosly. Xylyth [Northeastern Bowl] 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 seems to be listening. You take off. Sky Over Northeastern Bowl It is quieter here, usually... except when there's a new class of weyrlings training, and then you'd best watch your wing, as the youngsters may often be flying about, or training on the weyrling training grounds below. To the north, a manmade waterfall sheets down the north wall of the bowl, tumbling into a small pool at the base of the cliff. From here, though, the pool is hidden behind a cloud of mist. Weyrlings like to bathe in the pool, before they are old enough to go to the beaches below the Weyr plateau. It is a summer before dawn. Obvious exits: Down Central Bowl Ledges You beat your wings and ascend. Sky High Over Northeastern Bowl You're flying nearly level with the Weyr's towering pinnacles, at this height. Far below you can see the Weyrling training grounds, and the waterfall pool. Numerous ledges line the Weyr wall here. And above you to the north are the Weyr's Star Stones and watchrider's post. It is a summer before dawn. Obvious exits: Star Stones Center Bowl Forest Pools Ledges You visualize Above the Bowl for Xylyth. Xylyth thinks to you, << Ok, I am now envisioning... >> Xylyth flips purple streaked wings and disappears ::between:: :::BETWEEN!::: You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::... absolute darkness surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you... you wait, and count... Black... Blacker... Blackest... Above the Bowl The ocean's tranquil thermals settle within the center section of the bowl's airspace, unusually smooth and bouyant -- though oft to switch as the seasons shift. Lingering beneath spires' constant presence, the perpetual activity of the weyr can be observed from every direction: from the testing rustle of dragonet wings, to the playful games sent aloft. It is a summer before dawn. Gliding around is Rowan. Obvious exits: Northern Sky Weyrling Air Above the Pens Above the Lake Ledges Xylyth emerges from ::between:: with a flip of purple streaked wings. Wings tired? Or you just want to feel solid earth beneath your paws... Central Bowl Seven spindles brush the clouds -- quite literally -- overhead, a jagged, spired cotillion grey-stoned majesty. The bowl from here is expansively large, extending a full half mile in both directions, and although sometimes a bit of a stretch, most of the hubs of activity can be easily observed. Hard-packed ground shows the common pathways, all of them meandering about the craggy bunch of boulders that form a centerpiece: carven, hand-worn and foothold-full, it gives a bit of centerpoint to the otherwise vast emptiness of the area. To the north lie the hatching grounds and leadership weyrs, while the lows of herdbeasts mark the feeding pens to the northeast. A flurry of ever-present activity marks the living caverns to the west, and another time-traveled path the ground weyrs just adjacent to the southwest. Southeast, a glint of blue shows the lake, glittering and cold. It is a summer before dawn. Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are eighteen firelizards. Green Kelitath, green Zoryanth, gold Chayath, blue Lainnoth, brown Revnath, brown Sevareth, bronze Telynth, green Miravith, brown Uzasnyth, and blue Rhajath are here. You see a wagonmaster, George Dubya bush, Trash n Treasures, Trey's Trumbling Wagon, The Wagon of Death; Doom; and Ultimate Destruction, Reijin, and Thunder Wagon here. Obvious exits: Pens Northern Bowl Caverns Ground Weyrs Lakeside Guards HQ Rhajath takes off. Above, Rhajath takes off from Central Bowl Above, Rhajath circles leisurely towards the lake. You take off. Above the Bowl The ocean's tranquil thermals settle within the center section of the bowl's airspace, unusually smooth and bouyant -- though oft to switch as the seasons shift. Lingering beneath spires' constant presence, the perpetual activity of the weyr can be observed from every direction: from the testing rustle of dragonet wings, to the playful games sent aloft. It is a summer before dawn. Gliding around is Rowan. Obvious exits: Northern Sky Weyrling Air Above the Pens Above the Lake Ledges The lake beckons, chalky but inviting nonetheless. Above the Lake A panorama unfolds beneath: the bowl beaten flat as it curves out from the lake's chalky waters, dusky earth 'neath the endless stretch of sky above before the Weyr's spindles break the view. Milky blue-green waters swirl below, tempering the 'lizard filled air with gentle thermals that flow and eddy through the Walls' many cracks and crevices. Scattered ledges mark the nearby rocks, endless layers of Weyrs tucked into the wall as it sweeps right up to the Star Stones high above. It is a summer before dawn. Gliding around is Daolly. Obvious exits: Sky Beach Above the Pens Lake Above the Bowl Ledges You soar in for a landing on Rhajath's ledge. Rhajath's Ledge The ledge that you've landed on isn't as big as a lot of ledges around here, but it's large enough for Rhajath, and perhaps a companion. It is a bit worn, scratches on the surface visible to all, attesting to the fact of many dragons coming and going through the Turns. A thick curtain is situated at the door, pulled back during the heat of summer months, held closed during the cold of the winter. It is a summer before dawn. Inside the weyr, you see one person. Blue Rhajath is here. Obvious exits: Weyr Fly Xylyth senses Rhajath looking at him. Rhajath's Ledge The ledge that you've landed on isn't as big as a lot of ledges around here, but it's large enough for Rhajath, and perhaps a companion. It is a bit worn, scratches on the surface visible to all, attesting to the fact of many dragons coming and going through the Turns. A thick curtain is situated at the door, pulled back during the heat of summer months, held closed during the cold of the winter. It is a summer before dawn. Inside the weyr, you see one person. Blue Rhajath and brown Xylyth are here. Obvious exits: Weyr You slide out from between the earthen ridges of Xylyth and land on the ground to the sound of a disappointed rumble. Rhajath bugles as the big brown soars onto his ledge. A greeting, not to mention a warning to the occupant of the weyr. From inside, a woman's voice calls out, "Come on in, Kazra!" Xylyth comes in for a landing on the ledge, being careful to mind the blue already there. Kazra swings down, and turns to wave at the green dragon hovering in the air. "Thanks sir!" she calls back, before turning to Rhajath. "Mind if I come in to see Chelle?" she asks, before grinning at Chelle's shout. "Don't take up to much room now Xy." Kazra cautions her brown, before heading in. You go to the Maha-Rhajath's Royal Blue Palacial Hideaway. Maha-Rhajath's Royal Blue Palacial Hideaway Colours never...clashed...so nicely within a weyr. What was once a blue paradise fit for a bluerider and her dragon has now become a maelstrom of chaotic colours. Pink, orange, blue, green, yellow, red, purple, and a myriad of other colours wreak havoc across the walls of the cavern, making one feel like they've been caught in the mind of a madman weaver. Rhajath's once-blue couch is now covered with a rainbow-hued quilt, strips upon it running lengthwise in multi-coloured shades of fruity brightness. Pillows of various shades of blue complement the quilt, a last reminder of what the weyr once looked like. Coloured glass beads are strung -everywhere-, hanging from every possible nook and cranny in the weyr's ceiling, almost like spiderwebs covered with multi-coloured dewdrops. Garish rugs are scattered here and there, equally garish pillows also tossed around for people to sit upon. The table bears a cloth of neon pink colour, while the chairs have bows of neon orange upon them to, well..clash. Beyond the still-blue screen, well. The bed now bears upon it a multi-hued quilt of colours to match Rhaj's quilt, and more pillows in purple and blue are piled upon it. Pink satiny sheets replace the standard ones, and a rug of neon green lies upon the floor. And if that isn't an eyeful as it is, pots of bright pink peonies and gerber daisies are scattered around the weyr. What would possess someone to do such a colourful redecoration? Congratulations, Chelle. You're on Candidate-Camera. It is a summer before dawn. On the ledge, you see Rhajath and Xylyth. On the perch are Hype, Llamaroo, and Sombre. You see Noccy, Chelle's Oil Recipe, and Wooden Music Box here. Chelle is here. Obvious exits: Ledge Chelle is standing near her fireplace, warming up something that smells like klah. She already has several mugs out on her table as she turns to smile at Kazra, "Sorry for this mess. Believe me, it's not /usually/ like this." she feels like she has to explain, "It's usually all blue, you know.." Or maybe she doesn't. "I'm slowly getting it back into order, though. Would you like some klah?" "It is rather colurful." Kazra says, glancing around. "I wouldn't mind some klah, still not used to the cold of between. Mind you, its only our third lesson." She walks a bit closer to the fireplace. "Is this the results of the candidates that you were telling me about the other day?" Chelle rolls her eyes, "Colorful? Is that all you can say? It's /horrible/!" she says, gesturing towards the ledge, "That's why Rhajath won't hardly come in! He can't stand it." she says, pouring out klah and sliding one over towards her, "Have a seat...there's cream and sweetener there, too, if you want it." she spoons in several spoonfuls of sweetener into her own mug. "Between is a place I don't think some ever get used to." she comments as she sits down, herself. "And yes...this is what /they/ did." she says with a sigh. "Well, I don't have to be back at Ista anytime soon if you want me to give you a hand putting it in order?" Kazra suggest, sliding into one of the indicated seats and cradling the mug of klah in her hands before taking a judious sip. "Between is good for waking you up though." she comments. Chelle smiles, but shakes her head, "No...thanks, Kazra, but I need to find my other things, first. When they redecorated, they took all of my blue things /with/ them." she explains, "And I don't have any marks to buy more things, and they /certainly/ don't want what I have in the storage rooms..I've looked." she says, "But I've got it figured out. It'll be back in order sooner than you think." she says with a secretive smile, before changing the subject, "Ah, yes...that's /one/ thing it's good for, I guess, but I'd still rather it be something different." she decides. Kazra nods, taking what Chelle says in. If she's guessing correctly, those candidates are in for trouble. "Well, between is good for getting places fast." she comments, before she makes a change of subject "So what's new at Reaches then? B'ane said that he'd been to visit, but couldn't remember anything special that had happened." Chelle nods, "That, too...wouldn't be any fun if we couldn't get to places /fast/, huh?" she grins, and then shrugs, "Well, besides more and more people turning up pregnant, I don't really know." she says. "I hear the eggs on the sands should be cracking soon. Lots of bets and that sort of thing happening." she says with a shrug. She doesn't get into that stuff, of course. "B'ane? Hmm...I don't believe I know him..." Not that she knows many people,anyway, though. "Used to be Kilbane before he impressed Aboleoth." Kazra clarifies, before grinning at the news that the eggs that she's heard about could be cracking. "I'll have to see if I can come over and watch that." she comments, "I'm sure that I could persuade one of the weyrlingmasters to accompany me." Chelle ahhhs, "I see...yes, I know him. Or at least I met him once when I went over to Ista for a moment." she says. "Well, it'd be nice if you did." she says, "I hope I can, too. You know, besides Rha's own hatching, I've never been to another." she says with a shrug, "It'd be nice to be in the /stands/ for one, instead of out on the blistering sands." she decides. "It would be nice to be in the stands." Kazra agrees. "The sands are /really/ hot, especially when you have to stand with no sandals on, thanks to the order of the gold. That was not fun. Blisters. Yuck." and Kazra sips her klah, wincing in memory of the morning after when her feet /really/ started to hurt. Chelle shakes her head slightly, "I can't believe that you all had to do that." she says, "I couldn't have done it. As it was, I had sandals with /extra/ thick soles, and I still had very uncomfortable feet out there." she relates, remembering with a grimace how it was. "I even had two blisters on my heels!" Kazra shudders. "I think it was in retaliation for the prank that some of the other candies pulled with the green dyed clothing. Apparently, Dhiammarath wasn't happy at the treatment of her rider and her clothing. Though she seems to have forgiven us slightly now." Well, that's what Kazra thinks anyway. Chelle grins, "Yes, I did hear about that..." she says with a nod. "It's interesting the way candidates think they /have/ to pull some sort of prank." she shakes her head slightly, in confusion, "I don't see why, though. /I/ never pranked anyone!" "Its got to be something in the air in the barracks." Kazra decides. "Either that or the atmosphere of pranking inspires everyone to try their hand at it. I know that I did a couple, but nothing majorly serious. One of them wasn't even a prank." But Kazra stops there, she doesn't want to give away any secrets now, does she? Chelle sighs, "Oh, well...at least I don't have to worry about it anymore." she rolls her eyes, "Well, at least not on /that/ end of it. Maybe it's worse now that I'm a rider, /I/ get pranked." she says, eyeing her room with distaste. " The /least/ they could have done is at least made it /match/." "You wonder how they managed to get up here" Kazra ponders, mentally running a list of names through her head and coming up with nothing. "I suppose that's what I've got to look forward to when we get weyrs of our own." she says, wiht a slight frown, before she grins. "Although if Gigi is up there, she'd probably try to lick them to death." Chelle sighs, "I know...there is a dragonrider involved somewhere, but I just can't find out /who/. I know who the candidates are, though." she says. "Gigi? Who's that?" she wonders, looking around for her own feline who is snuggled up on Rhajath's couch, "Noccy, there, isn't any good at protecting anything. He just purrs and rubs against everybody." she says with a laugh. "Gigi's my canine." Kazra explains. "Skinny, long, and friendly. Loves to lick things, be they animal, vegtable, or mineral." She considers the riders again. "Could it have been one from Ista, that the candidates might have known?" she suggests, but then shakes her head. "I can't think of anyone who would do that really." Chelle laughs, "Ah, I see...well,I think that I would have known if one of my firelizards had been here at the time, but unfortulately, I had two with me, and the others were out doing who-knows-what." she says, looking around at them all where they're perched here and there. "I don't know...I just don't have any idea who it was, or where they were from, though I know some people from Ista who might, if they knew it was me." she says with a laugh. 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, 3 months, and 12 days old. 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 27 days old. Chelle has no apparent threadscoring. Xylyth> Xylyth 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> 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> Xylyth is 11 months and 16 days old. Xylyth> He is 50 feet (16m) long, with a wingspan of 83 feet (27m). Xylyth senses Xylyth looking at him. Xylyth> Xylyth seems to be listening. Xylyth> Rhajath Xylyth> 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. Xylyth> 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. Xylyth> Rhajath is 2 Turns, 11 months, and 15 days old. Xylyth> He is 57 feet (19m) long, with a wingspan of 95 feet (31m). Xylyth> Rhajath seems to be listening. Maha-Rhajath's Royal Blue Palacial Hideaway Colours never...clashed...so nicely within a weyr. What was once a blue paradise fit for a bluerider and her dragon has now become a maelstrom of chaotic colours. Pink, orange, blue, green, yellow, red, purple, and a myriad of other colours wreak havoc across the walls of the cavern, making one feel like they've been caught in the mind of a madman weaver. Rhajath's once-blue couch is now covered with a rainbow-hued quilt, strips upon it running lengthwise in multi-coloured shades of fruity brightness. Pillows of various shades of blue complement the quilt, a last reminder of what the weyr once looked like. Coloured glass beads are strung -everywhere-, hanging from every possible nook and cranny in the weyr's ceiling, almost like spiderwebs covered with multi-coloured dewdrops. Garish rugs are scattered here and there, equally garish pillows also tossed around for people to sit upon. The table bears a cloth of neon pink colour, while the chairs have bows of neon orange upon them to, well..clash. Beyond the still-blue screen, well. The bed now bears upon it a multi-hued quilt of colours to match Rhaj's quilt, and more pillows in purple and blue are piled upon it. Pink satiny sheets replace the standard ones, and a rug of neon green lies upon the floor. And if that isn't an eyeful as it is, pots of bright pink peonies and gerber daisies are scattered around the weyr. What would possess someone to do such a colourful redecoration? Congratulations, Chelle. You're on Candidate-Camera. It is a summer before dawn. On the ledge, you see Rhajath and Xylyth. On the perch are Hype, Llamaroo, and Sombre. You see Noccy, Chelle's Oil Recipe, and Wooden Music Box here. Chelle is here. Obvious exits: Ledge "I'm never sure where mine are most of the time, bar Emmy, who usually prefers to stay with me." Kazra says. "But she stayed back at Ista, she's got a clutch of eggs to look after. " More flitter spawn, and this time, Kazra wants no accidents. "Do you have any suspicians as to which of the candidates it was?" she asks curiously Chelle nods knowingly, "I know how /that/ goes. My Hype is too busy to stay in one place for long, and I never know when he'll show up. The others aren't /too/ bad. When I can't find Sombre, I know she's usually flown to the Herder Hall to see Derk and Fugly." she says with a smile. "Oh, the candidates..I'm sure that it was Sinead and Fyria. They're actually /friends/ of mine, but." she shrugs, "It's a bit hard to explain. They've been up here a lot, so they know where my weyr is, they've talked about how much fun it'd be to redecorate it, and they can't tell me for /sure/ where they were the day it happened." she smiles, "Put it all together, and there you have it!" Xylyth> Castaliath soars in for a landing. Xylyth> Yla slides from her position between sleek neckridges, and drops the final foot or so to the ground with a thud. Xylyth> Yla saunters to the weyr. Yla saunters in from the Rhajath's Ledge. Xylyth> Rhajath bugles a greeting to the nice, pretty green dragon. Boy, the ledge is getting small! Xylyth> Castaliath croons a greeting to the blue and brown. Pretty dragon? Her? She bats a tails coquettishly in Rhajath's direction. Oh /you/... "Aah." is the sound that Kazra utters. "I think I've met both of them before. Scary as weyrfolk, probably even scary as candidates. " Eyes glaze briefly as Xylyth speaks to her, before she looks startled. "Yla?" she mutters to herself, before saluting as the lady in question enters. Xylyth> Xylyth gives his own greeting to the familiar green in the shape of a rumble. She's from Ista like him you know. Chelle laughs, shrugging slightly, "Ah, they're not bad, really, but.." she shrugs, "/This/ is bad..." she says, waving her hand around. "Well, well..Hello Yla!" she says in surprise, just as Rhajath bugles and the rider walks through the door. "What brings you to /my/ weyr today?" Hopefully it's not on Harem business! ;) Yla peers into the weyr. "Helloooo? Is everyone decent?" is called before the redheaded rider appears fully. Even if the answer was 'no', it probably wouldn't stop her. "Kazra. My my. Didn't expect to see you here." Well, seeing Xylyth on the ledge is a fairly big give away. "Oh, don't salute, pet, I'm not a weyrlingmaster. And I'm just here because... because... well... because." And it's a danged good reason, too. Xylyth> Rhajath rumbles appreciatively at Castaliath...He's getting /attention/ from the lovely green! how nice! Of course, he must be nice, since it's /his/ ledge! The proper host! "Jo'rvik and Vykith were giving me a lesson on betweening, and since he knew I was from here, he offered to give me the coordinates and let me visit my firends here. He said he'd wait for me in the Living Caverns." Kazra explains her presence here. "It is quite bad." Kazra now agrees with Chelle on the room decor. Chelle rolls her eyes at Yla's greeting, "well, come on in and make yourself comfortable.." she waves her in towards an empty seat, "Kla?" she's already rising from her chair to get another mug. "There's cream and sweetener if you need it." she says hospitably. "Because..that's as good a reason as any to come and visit." she says with a smile. "and forgive the decor, but it wasn't my idea at all..Sharding candidates!" No matter that it was her friends that did it! Xylyth> Well, how can a girl not respond to attention. Cassie happens to be an attention lover, in case no one's notice, stretching out a little, she settles into a more comfortable position on the ledge. And a very proper host he is too. Xylyth is given a special croon, him being her clutchmates offspring. Does that make her the aunt? "Nonono. No klah for me." Yla says, taking the proffered seat. "But thank you anyway." The room is giving a sweeping glance. "The decor is.... nice. It's... unique." Neutral enough comment. Xylyth> Xylyth shuffles himself over a bit more on the ledge, to give the host and the green a bit more space. Rhajath is a nice host. Kazra sips form her own mug, which has cooled down now enough to drink properly. "At least we didn't do anything like this." she reiterates to Yla, refering to her own candidacy. "Did you?" And out pops that nosy streak of her's again. Xylyth> Rhajath scoots over just a bit, making sure there's room for them all on the sun-soaked ledge...such a wonderful day, isn't it? And won't the others be so jealous when they fly by and see he has /so/ much company! Chelle shrugs, leaving the mug empty, but sitting nearby just in case the greenrider changes her mind. They do that often, from what she's seen! "Nice? Unique? Is that all you can say?" she shakes her head, "Horrible, unflattering, /very/ clashy... I want my blue back." she says with a frown, "But it won't be long and it'll be back to how Rhajath likes it. he doesn't even like to come /in/ here..." she complains, before she shuts up to listen to Yla's answer to Kazra's question. Yla wrinkles her nose as she ponders Kazra's question. "No. We never got an opportunity. The riders kept an awfully tight reign on us right to the end. Even when we had hardly any chores to do because we were so close to the hatching, we were totally forbidden from doing anything." Something that someone with a natural instinct towards creating a storm in a klah mug like Yla finds most aggrieving. "Um... alright. It's a... horrible colour and doesn't suit your personality at all?" That's a better description, right? Xylyth> Castaliath croons in agreement. Especially when they see that Rhajath's in the company of such a fashionable dragon. The hat, you see? It's bound to catch the eye. Kazra ponders the answer, and shudders slightly "That must have been pretty bad." she says. "No freedom." and she falls silent, sipping her klah and considering. Xylyth> Xylyth looks at the hat. And a very nice hat it is too. Xylyth> Castaliath Xylyth> Dusk's wan light spills over the horizon of her cresting 'ridges, leaving their jagged silhouettes in the depths of an evening's shadow while basking the rest of her svelte, draconic form with the last vestiges of a poet's vista. Twilight's glow shimmers across her rambling sage, beguiling the lines of her elegant visage while enlightening the sleek curve of her dainty figure. Alas, the beginnings of a star-spangled darkness creep up from tail's sinuous length and encroach upon her tidy haunches to leave wide paws shaded in a murky forest. Iridian sprinkles blanket her wings' sails, defying the darkness after the sunset to twinkle their coy enchantment despite the boundaries set by spanning spars. Xylyth> Fitting snugly against Castaliath's hide, these carefully made straps stand out brilliantly, in their vivid azure blue shades. The leather is obviously well oiled and looks to be brand new, but shows the improvements Yla has gained since her first attempts as straps construction, the edges much more neat and even, the stiches equally spaced. The lining on the underside of soft suede and wool allows the straps to rest comfortably between the green's neck, while the buckles are shiny and new, the result of vigorous polishing, glowing with an almost bright luster, allowing the length to be easily adjusted. On the sides of the secondary straps, are well sized pouches, designed for carrying any number of sundry items. Xylyth> Castaliath is also carrying Tie-Dyed Sun Hat. Xylyth> Castaliath is 4 Turns and 14 days old. Xylyth> She is 46 feet (15m) long, with a wingspan of 76 feet (25m). Xylyth> Castaliath seems to be listening. Yla In an almost haphazard fashion, reflecting their owners state of mind on a good day, tangles of short thick red ringlets fall about Yla's head, looking more than a little fluffy and frizzy, the length starting to return from the harsh cut the hair recieved during weyrlinghood, now reaching to just below her shoulders. It serves to hide her face unless pulled back, when it emphasises the gentle roundness of her features. The pale skin of her face betrays her origins from colder climates that no amount of Istan tropical sun can seem to tan out of her while matching that paleness are granite grey eyes, far more chilly and stony than one would expect Yla herself is ever capable of being. She is not particularly tall, having to tilt her head to look up to most people and talk to them, and is becoming much thinner and better muscled than in the past: the results of turns of running after her dragon. What can only be described as devil red is the colour chosen for Yla's leathers that slither and crawl across the curves of her body, the stitching done in a contrasting midnight black. The bodice-top is sleeveless, joining only briefly at each shoulder before plunging into dramatic V-shapes at front and back. Perfect for keeping cool in Ista's heat or for wearing under a riding jacket, it also shows a little more than than is modest. Making her clothing hug her figure, zigzagging black ribbons cross their way down panels in Yla's top at both side, before running down the outside length of her trousers. Working their way down from her hips, they cling to her legs, then flare out just below the knee to obscure her scarlet boots from view. A pendant hangs from a longish copper-coloured chain around her neck; a metallic unpainted version of the Wavecutter Wing symbol with the cresting wave across a backdrop of the Ista Weyr symbol. The talisman draws the eye towards it, which seems to have been the wearers intent. Attached to Yla's left shoulder is a knot, the double cords coloured the orange and black of Ista Weyr, carefully woven and twisted to form a single loop with a long tail, denoting her as a wingrider at that weyr, while the emerald ribbon entwined with the sturdy cords shows her position as lifemate to green Castaliath. She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 4 minutes. Yla is 21 Turns, 10 months, and 23 days old. Chelle doesn't agree with Kazra on that one, "Actually, I think candidates should be watched over more carefully, anyway. Too much free time, and look what happens!" she gestures around her weyr. "They should be kept busy so they don't have /time/ to do these horrible pranks!" Well, there's /her/ opinion whether you want to hear it or not! "Candidates aren't /here/ to have freedom, Kazra." she reminds her friend. "And thank you, Yla..that makes me feel /so/ much better!" Xylyth senses Castaliath looking at him. Xylyth> Rhajath has to agree with that assessment, as he turns to take in the hat...different, certainly. And not a bad addition to the beauty of the green hide. Yla toys with the edge of her riding jacket, left on to stave off the chill of High Reaches. She might have grown up in a colder climate than 'Reaches, but living in Ista has adapted her to the heat somewhat. "Well, it was annoying." she admits. "But I have much more freedom now. Although I never seem to have time at the moment other than to rush around and fly with my wing and deal with an endless spate of family emergencies." Le sigh. "Still... you have to admit..." she teases, grinning wickedly at Chelle. "It's an 'inspired' interior design." Xylyth> See, this is what Cassie likes about hanging out with boys. They flatter her. WHich is /nice/. "But not everything that candidates do is bad." Kazra defends herself, and candidates everywhere. "I did hear rumours that some of the candidates from our group had given gifts to those that had Searched them." Nyah. "But I must admit, what they did here definately wasn't nice." Yla frowns, mock glowering at Kazra. "I didn't get a pressie." Chelle grins, "I can understand that. I /never/ get to do anything but the usual...and on my time off, I'm always going..." she stops fast. She's gotta think of something else to say before she says what she /nearly/ said. "Er...going to visit friends." that should work. "Oh, that was really nice." she said of Kazra's comment, "When we were candidates, some of the dragonriders gave /us/ presents. We all got jars of sweetsticks. They also had a lot of extra firelizard eggs and we candidates got first shot at them. That's how I got Llamaroo." she says with a laugh. Yla's comment about her weyr just recieves another roll of Chelle's eyes. Another slip of the tongue from Chelle perhaps? Kazra decides to ignore it for the moment. Kazra holds up her hands to Yla, supposedly in defense, but most likely to hide the grin that's pasted across her face. "I had nothing to do with it." she protests. "Nothing at all." Better not protest to much though, they might think she was guilty. "Maybe the candidates who you Searched couldn't think of what to give the greenrider who has everything?" she suggests. "I don't have everything." Yla says with a distinct pout. "There are lots of things I don't have. I don't have an ovine. I don't have a fish of my own. Lots of things. So unfair. I hardly ever get presents." Sniff. Pity her, for she is a greenrider and must have pretty things to satisfy her ego. Chelle laughs, "Poor Yla..the greenrider who doesn't have everything..." she says with a grin. "But you have more than a lot of us, Yla. You have to admit /that/! After all, not everybody has a...er...group of people that gang up on everybody and has their way with them in one way or another." she says, trying to keep from giggling, "And your weyr..from what I've heard you all have very /spectacular/ weyrs..." she winks at Kazra, "I'm sure that Yla /can/ get everything she wants...all she has to do is ask the right person. Kazra could think of another word to use rather than ask, but she just contents herself with smiling. "We could hold a Turnday party for you?" she suggests, trying to think of events that involve the giving of presents to each other. Then she blinks as some of Yla's words catch up with her "An ovine? Why would you want an ovine? Surely Castialath would try to eat it?" Yla rolls her eyes, shooting a glance towards the ledge where her green sits. "Naturally. She has a... ah... /thing/ for ovines. Especially ovine blood. It's the best bit as far as she's concerned. I'd never be able to keep one." Yla frowns for a moment, looking thoughtful. "Although she really wants an ovine hat. Hmm." A grin and a wink is given to Chelle. "I just have to find that right person first, which is always tough." Chelle just shakes her head, wrinkling her nose at the thought of ovine blood. She's still that same squeamish person she used to be, after all. "Turnday parties are always good..or a weyr party. People always bring presents to the hostess, after all..Or they should, anyway." she says with a smile. Kazra remains silent, one finger tapping idly on the rim of her mug of klah. Something seems to be brewing in the back of her mind at the talk of parties. Weyr beware, Kazra is thinking. Yla chuckles lightly. "I think people are afraid to come into the weyr I currently reside in most of the time." She tilts her head. "Of course, I did retain my weyr. I'm afraid ours doesn't hold enough wardrobe space for the combined outfits of eight women." Chelle just chuckles, shaking her head at Yla in wonder. "You and your clothes! Ah, so it's eight now, eh? Boy, I'm glad I don't live at Ista sometimes." she teases, "Though I sure do miss the warmth." she admits. "I can do without Naomi, though. She's always trying to remind me that I promised to become her weyrmate...and I sure don't remember that. I think she's a bit crazy." Her attention turns to Kazra, "And what're you thinking in that head of yours?" she wonders idly. Kazra blinks as Chelles question penetrates. "Just something about a party." she finally says. "Just really toying with an idea at the moment. It would need more work anyway." and that seems to be all that she is going to say on that subject. "Naomi, weyrmate you?" she questions for clarification, steering the subject away from the thoughts. Yla frowns, pondering. "I... ah... think it's eight. Erm... Teza, me, Nao, Lib, Charis, Lli, Sya, Orbit... er... yeah eight." At last count. For all she knows, it might have grown while she's been here. She giggles. "Well, it's... erm... interesting being weyrmated to her. Be grateful you're at High Reaches where you're at least mainly sane." Chelle gives an irritated sigh, "It's not like I even /wanted/ to..." Not /her/! "She just got it into her head....somehow.." she shrugs, "She was here when I was a candidate, in one of her moods, I guess. said that if I Impressed, I'd have to come back to Ista and move in with her." she shudders slightly, "NO thanks! Not with a greenrider..no slight intended, Yla.." though one might wonder. "And I don't know if /any/ dragonrider is really sane, Yla." she argues with a grin, but it's back to the thoughts..."Kazra, what sort of a party? Maybe we can help you with the plans?" "'Not with a greenrider', how horribly colourist, darling." Yla says, contriving to look hurt, but not /quite/ suceeding. It's that wicked glint in her eye. "Not all of us are that bad. Some of us are quite nice and... friendly." "Well..." Kazra says. "I was just thinking about how we could be getting our own weyrs soon, and then started thinking about a weyrwarming party, and then thought about giving gifts to the guests instead of getting them. That was all really." she explains, before she blinks at Yla's comments. Remind her to avoid the harem. Chelle laughs at Yla, "Color has nothing to do with it...just how they act. And yes, some greenriders are...er.../very/ friendly." she says with another laugh. "Like that time I was at Ista and had several of you ganging up on me, trying to drag me up to your weyr...that was /too/ friendly, I'd say." she tells her greenriding friend. "Ah, weyrwarming parties..." she nods at Kazra, "Several of my clutchmates had them, but I never got to go...too busy, you see." Yup, and one wonders why hardly anyone visits /her/? "Presents..well, you could give them something the color of your lifemate, perhaps? Scarves, or something like that maybe?" she suggests helpfully. Yla winks at the very friendly comment. After all at the party a while back she kissed at least four... er... never mind. "I never had a weyrwarming party either. Meant to, but never did. My wing has enough parties for all of us, though." S'why she has a high tolerance for alcohol. She's a wavecutter, after all. And once again, Kazra looks startled. "Its not often you hear the words High Reaches, and sane in the same sentence." she notes, stopping playing with her mug and putting it on the table where she can't fiddle with it. She considers Chelle's idea, before her face breaks out into a grin again. "That's a great idea! What do you think Yla?" Chelle shrugs, "Oh, well..Kazra, if you decide to have a party, be sure and invite Yla and I and we'll make up for /us/ not having one." yeah, right..think Chelle'd actually show up for one? who knows. "Hey, /some/ of us are sane!" she tells Kazra with a laugh, "I'll have you know that /I'm/ sane, anyway." "I'm always up for a party." Yla says with a grin, leaning back in her seat. "What she said." she says, inclining her head towards CHelle. "Don't forget to invite us." "How could I forget yo invite you?" Kazra asks with a grin, before her head tilts. "Oh." she mutters as her eyes cloud briefly. "I'm afraid that Jo'rvik requests that I finish up here so that we can head back to Ista." Yes, she's couched that in better terms that he used. She rises from her seat. "Thank you for the klah Chelle, and the hosiptality, I hope your weyr returns to normal soon. See you back at Ista, Yla." and with her greeting, Kazra heads out to her waiting brown. Maha-Rhajath's Royal Blue Palacial Hideaway Colours never...clashed...so nicely within a weyr. What was once a blue paradise fit for a bluerider and her dragon has now become a maelstrom of chaotic colours. Pink, orange, blue, green, yellow, red, purple, and a myriad of other colours wreak havoc across the walls of the cavern, making one feel like they've been caught in the mind of a madman weaver. Rhajath's once-blue couch is now covered with a rainbow-hued quilt, strips upon it running lengthwise in multi-coloured shades of fruity brightness. Pillows of various shades of blue complement the quilt, a last reminder of what the weyr once looked like. Coloured glass beads are strung -everywhere-, hanging from every possible nook and cranny in the weyr's ceiling, almost like spiderwebs covered with multi-coloured dewdrops. Garish rugs are scattered here and there, equally garish pillows also tossed around for people to sit upon. The table bears a cloth of neon pink colour, while the chairs have bows of neon orange upon them to, well..clash. Beyond the still-blue screen, well. The bed now bears upon it a multi-hued quilt of colours to match Rhaj's quilt, and more pillows in purple and blue are piled upon it. Pink satiny sheets replace the standard ones, and a rug of neon green lies upon the floor. And if that isn't an eyeful as it is, pots of bright pink peonies and gerber daisies are scattered around the weyr. What would possess someone to do such a colourful redecoration? Congratulations, Chelle. You're on Candidate-Camera. It is a summer before dawn. On the ledge, you see Rhajath, Xylyth, and Castaliath. On the perch are Hype, Llamaroo, and Sombre. You see Noccy, Chelle's Oil Recipe, and Wooden Music Box here. Chelle and Yla are here. Obvious exits: Ledge You go to the Rhajath's Ledge. Rhajath's Ledge The ledge that you've landed on isn't as big as a lot of ledges around here, but it's large enough for Rhajath, and perhaps a companion. It is a bit worn, scratches on the surface visible to all, attesting to the fact of many dragons coming and going through the Turns. A thick curtain is situated at the door, pulled back during the heat of summer months, held closed during the cold of the winter. It is a summer before dawn. Inside the weyr, you see two people. Blue Rhajath, brown Xylyth, and green Castaliath are here. Obvious exits: Weyr You ascend up Xylyth's side and settle in between earthen ridges, while Xylyth eyes you curiuosly. Xylyth [Rhajath's Ledge] 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 seems to be listening. Above the Lake A panorama unfolds beneath: the bowl beaten flat as it curves out from the lake's chalky waters, dusky earth 'neath the endless stretch of sky above before the Weyr's spindles break the view. Milky blue-green waters swirl below, tempering the 'lizard filled air with gentle thermals that flow and eddy through the Walls' many cracks and crevices. Scattered ledges mark the nearby rocks, endless layers of Weyrs tucked into the wall as it sweeps right up to the Star Stones high above. It is a summer before dawn. Gliding around is Daolly. Obvious exits: Sky Beach Above the Pens Lake Above the Bowl Ledges Xylyth's Curiosity 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 summer before dawn. Curled up on the chest are Emmy, Pyxis, Hawk, and Seine. Brown Xylyth is here. You see Gigi here. Obvious exits: Out You slide out from between the earthen ridges of Xylyth and land on the ground to the sound of a disappointed rumble. |