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| 12/01/2002 Logfile from Harpers-Tale _ --------------- 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 spring midmorning. On the perch is Emmy. Brown Xylyth is here. You see Gigi here. Obvious exits: Out You investigate the outdoors and leave the comfort of Xylyth's couch. 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, and Hawk. You see Weyrling Note Board here. Obvious exits: Weyrlingmaster's Office Out Couches Rooms You leave the barracks, squinting in the brighter light of the bowl. Northeastern Bowl The northeastern arc of the Weyr Bowl seems somewhat isolated from the rest of the weyr - with necessity, for this is the training grounds for young riders and dragons, the Weyrlings. The main entrance to the weyrling barracks is just north of here, and the ground there is well-trampled and firm, as if many feet, both human and dragon, have wandered over it dozens of times a day. Further up in the northwest corner of the bowl is the waterfall, tumbling out of the Weyr face several dragonlengths above, misting the area in a rainbow glow. On the south side of the bowl lie the ashpits and firestone supplies for the entire Weyr. It is a spring midmorning. Gliding about are Bubbly, Overture, Pyxis, and Rorschach. Green Misumith, blue Lazeth, green Elbareth, blue Valanth, and bronze Aboleoth are here. You see Flamer Charging Unit here. Obvious exits: Barracks Pool Path Central Bowl Xylyth paces easily, head high and tail dragging on the ground. out of the barracks. You go to the Central Bowl. Central Bowl You stand in the center of the Ista Weyr bowl. You feel small as you crane your neck to look into the sky, at the towering five pinnacles of the Weyr rim, so tall they seem to reach into the clouds. The bowl floor slopes gently upward to the southeast, where various tunnels lead to the hatching grounds, ground weyrs, and living caverns. Across the bowl to the northeast are the weyrling barracks and training grounds. You can see the Weyr's artificial waterfall as it sheets down along the northern wall of the Bowl, its pool concealed at the base of the bowl by an ethereal cloud of mist. West, the entire wall of the bowl has been blown out by some long-distant eruption, and you can see clear out to the ocean from here. The view is breathtaking. It is a spring midmorning. Gliding about are Shinigami, Djau, Sanosuke, Silence, and Fusuke. Bronze Umeth, green Esmeyath, and brown Xylyth are here. Obvious exits: Northeastern Bowl Plateau Southeastern Bowl You go to the Southeastern Bowl. Southeastern Bowl This area of the bowl is the highest point of the bowl floor; from here, it slopes down and to the northwest, spilling out to the plateau below the wide gap in the Weyr rim to the west. Various tunnels here lead into the Weyr's inner caverns; the living caverns, hatching grounds, and main Weyr tunnel all branch off from here. To the west lie the stables where the Weyr's runners are housed. There is also a stone stairway that leads up to the Weyrleader's weyrs. It is a spring midmorning. Perched on rocky crags about the bowl are Restless, Miki, and Libertia. Bronze Nhamarath, green Fellrath, blue Magnolth, brown Morath, green Berwynth, brown Ftoranth, and brown Xylyth are here. Obvious exits: Hatching Cavern Central Bowl Weyr Tunnel Living Caverns Valanth ambles lanquidly in from the Central Bowl. 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 7 months and 26 days old. He is 29 feet (9m) long, with a wingspan of 48 feet (16m). Valanth seems to 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. 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, 1 month, and 17 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 7 months and 26 days old. He is 38 feet (12m) long, with a wingspan of 63 feet (21m). Xylyth senses Kazra looking at him. Xylyth seems to be listening. Kazra and Xylyth are curled up in one quiet corner of the bowl, Kazra sprawled out on a blanket looking up at the sky, with Xylyth beside her, brown tail laying across her chest. Kazra's eyes are closed, only the tapping fingers of one hand showing that she's awake. Valanth slowly wanders down the bowl, gently clutching a very small branch in his teeth, being extra careful about not causing anyharm to it. Once Xylyth is spotted, he warbles quietly, wandering over to them to check and see if the rider really is awake. <Local> Xylyth senses that Valanth is awash in tones of curious perriwinkle sadness. <<Tree lost a branch.>> Tree is Valanth's friend. He's a tree. His name is Tree. Xylyth returns Valanth's warble, with Kazra attempting to sit up to see who her lifemate is greeting so cheerfully. Unfortunately, there happens to be this great big tail across her chest. Kazra gives up trying to move. "Greetings." she calls out randomly. <Local> Xylyth senses that he swirls in forest curiosity. <<Tree?>> he asks. <<Which tree?>> **PD Valanth disconnected here** **Travel spam deleted* Path to Waterfall's Basin Carefully tended, this winding path cuts back and forth from Caldera to the base of Waterfall. It is close, but quite a climb, and cooly refreshing as the cascading water fills the air with a fine mist. Stones and shells line the trail, a stone bench here and there offering respite and escape from the climb, as well as an exquisite view: Istan beaches lie ahead, beyond the fresh-water pools and across the plateau to the sea. Cerulean ocean tosses waves of blue up against the gleaming sands, the shallows alive with life and color. It is a spring midmorning. To the southeast, you see Misumith, Lazeth, Elbareth, Aboleoth, and one person. Brown Xylyth is here. Obvious exits: Waterfall's Basin Bowl Down down down you go, heading along the well-worn path to the base of the Weyr's great falls. Waterfall's Basin The weyr's fresh-water pool flows clean and clear, almost undisturbed by the river that rests here after crashing down from the heights above. This small bay is neatly surrounded by a series of smooth stone steps and hidden beaches, a haven from the wider lake beyond before the water drops further to the sea below. One gnarled, ancient tree has survived the ravages of time and Thread, reaching up towards the cliff above and the water below. A set of cruide boards makes the climb an easy one. The beach stretches, wide and warm, the waterfall quite a swim distant. It is a spring midmorning. Green Alishath, blue Khantuth, blue Nuadayth, and green Esmeyath are here. You notice Lib and Ilara asleep here. Izz'y and Zeja are here. Obvious exits: Branch Forest Path Xylyth arrives from the Weyr-paths, accompained by the crash and tumble of the waterfall. Izz'y's gaze wanders down to the pool where his being of the water is now nearly asleep. He sort of nods in aknowledgment of her answer to his statement, and then sighs, shrugging. "Yeah... I have. I used to travel by ship a lot when I lived at Paradise. I was an errand-apprentice, so I did a fair bit of traveling. They are lovely..." He remains silent for a while, and then, noticing Kazra and her lifemate, turns to aknowledge them, "I suppose I prefer flying, low over the ocean, or high over forests. It's a different feeling, closer to the world." Kazra and Xylyth amble down the path to the waterfall, Kaz resting one hand on Xylyth's side as they walk. Her free hand is waved at Zeja and Izz'y, before it snaps to her brow in salute as she comes within earshot. "Bluerider Izz'y." she intones formally, before grinning. Xylyth gives a soft rumble of greeting to Izz'y and Nuadayth, before heading for the water. Izz'y chuckles softly and shakes his head as he is 'formally greeted'. Doesn't exactly get that all that often... He returns the wave, with his whole hand this time, (why not?) and the grin, "You really don't have to do that to me... It's just not a big deal.... How are you and Xylyth?" He asks this after a sort of a pause to roll the shoulders and rub the eyes. Nuadayth rumbles a lilting, contented welcome to the younger dragon. Kazra returns the grin "We're both good, full of energy. And mucky. How are you and Nuadayth?" she replies, throwing a glance towards Xylyth at the 'mucky' comment. She seats herself down on the bank, content to sit and do nothing for a bit. Xylyth wades into the water, not splashing that much as he settles down, contently wet. Nuadayth floats lazily in a little closer to shore, wings helping only slightly, as the blue rolls onto his back, enjoying the delightful sensations for all they're worth. Especially must get something cool on that bit between the wings... just aweful, it is. On his bolder Izz'y lowers his head to his knee in silent, patient ammusement with his dragone. He grins Kazra-wards in his lop-sided way. "That's good to hear... Even the mucky part, if you're at the pools..." He shakes his head again, with the unfortunate side-effect that rubbing his hair against his knee makes it quite staticy. "We're very well, I'm tired, Nua's half asleep in the water, and neither of us are dirty. Have you flown together yet?" "Not yet Izz'y." Kazra replies. "Xylyth's been excercising a lot though, and he keeps telling me that he's looking forward to when we fly together." She stretches her legs out in front of her and looks with fondness on Xylyth, who, ever curious, has decided to try and emulate Nuadayth. Ally oop. The brown's expression is quite startled at the change of view. Kazra giggles Izz'y tips his head more horizontal on his knee, and nods sideways, his smile sort of moved out of place by his position, so that it doesn't really show, as the side that smiles more is hidden. "Well, good luck to you then, when you're ready." He closes his eyes breifly, "I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time of it." He twists his head around to see what Kaz is giggling at and catches sight of the fact that there are now two upsidedown-dragons in the water... how sweet. Kazra nods emphatically to Izz'y comment about flying, still chuckling at Xylyth. Xylyth rolls over in the water again until he is right side up. Kazra laughs again. "He says that everything looks strange like that." Izz'y goes home. Nuadayth goes home. Valanth arrives from the Weyr-paths, accompained by the crash and tumble of the waterfall. Nverath arrives from the Weyr-paths, accompained by the crash and tumble of the waterfall. D'baji follows a path of wispy white from shoulder to forearm to slide to the ground from Nverath's neck, landing lightly. Nverath is rather happily floating around in the water, ever-lengthening wings stretched out to buoy him on the surface, while he blows little happy bubbles, hide shining especially (or, not dusty and dirty from previous excersizes done in the bowl) from a recent cleaning. And D'baji is actually, for once, taking time to take care of himself as well s his Frothy Ridged Companion. The bronzer's hair is wet and matted against his head from the recent Nverath scrubbing, and he's currently perched on a rock, leaning his head over a bowl, and pondering a pair of scissors so generously provided for him for his hair cutting venture. As really, that hair is tremendously too long. Just let him get over the fear of altering it, now. Kazra peers down from her hiding place in the tree at the bronzer below. Xylyth continues to feign sleep in an out of the way corner. She decides that socialising will be better than hiding, and slides down, clacking her feet on the tree to make sure that she doesn't startle D'baji too much. Xylyth rumbles and raises his head, greeting his bronze clutch sib happily. He doesn't mind if he startles people. D'baji positively delights in an excuse to turn away from those darned shears, waiting to make his 'do un-even and icky, and possibly make his skin bleed if he messes up. All in all, they're not at all a good affair, so distractions, indeed, are a welcome thing. Kazra receives a be-scissored salute, and Nverath pauses in his bubble blowing to send a soft croon in return to the brown, giving his tail a little flick to create a spray of water in his greeting as well. But greetings have always been important to Nverath, really. Anyway, back to Baji, who calls out a "Hey!" Valanth trundles down, still gingerly toting around Tree's fallen branch. He figures it should be given a proper burial at sea. His larger clutchsibs get a warbled greeting as he slowly and solemnly walks down to the water, setting the branch on the beach and shoving it forwards with his muzzle. He croons a morbid song as he continues to nudge the branch towards the water. Kazra wanders closer to D'baji. "Hey." she replied, sitting herself down next to him. "How are you?" Xylyth decides that water is a good thing, and slides into the water to join Nverath, trying not to splash. Greeting is crooned to Valanth, before brown eyes the branch. Eh? D'baji shrugs, tossing his beautiful little scissors into the beautiful little bowl, and pushing back the hair that's once more found it's sharding way into his eyes. "I'm alright, I suppose. Procrastinating, currently. And you? And Xylyth, of course?" Can't forget the Xylyth, now, can we? Nverath will eat him if he does. The bronze turns his gaze slowly to his smaller blue sibling, picking up, with that indomitable empathy of his, on the serious occasion, and though not /entirely/ getting it, offering one of his lower rumbles for the activity. which. <Local> Xylyth senses that Valanth takes a moment to explain his activities. <<Tree lost a branch.>> Valanth rumbles as he reaches the water, the edge of the water just touching the branch. He sits down behind it, crooning piteously for a few moments. Once he's through with the branch's mourning, he shoves it off into the water, expecting it to drop off the small sand ledge into the depths of the basin. But....Like all wood does, the branch floats. He emits a curious whistle at this, watching the branch float towards the brown and bronze. <Local> Xylyth senses that Nverath whirls forth a terrible loss in grey and dark blue, slow as the colours rotate 'round a little brown dot. His offering, as it were, for this branch. <<That is indeed terrible. Was it old, or was it taken in its prime?>> "Procrastinating what?" Kazra asks, before grinning "Oh, we're both fine. Excercising away merrily usually, and investigating. And anticipating flying." Xylyth paddles his way further into the water, and in a newly learned trick, turns himself upside down, legs waving in the air. This is his way of showing reverance, honest. Kazra throws a wave towards Valanth. "How odd." she mutters. <Local> Xylyth senses that he adds his own colours to the mix, green drifting upwards in lazy fronds. <<Poor tree.>> Honest. <Local> Xylyth senses that Valanth sighs with a wave of lilac through his serene blues. <<He's really quite young, Tree, I mean. I could tell that he was upset from the loss.>> D'baji points rather dubiously towards his bowl and scissors. "Cutting. Hair's gone too long, and I don't trust N'ano or any of the Weyrlingmaster types to cut it for me. So, seeing as we've found just a wee bit of time, I figured, why not do it? Only thing is, I haven't cut my own hair since... Well, I was travelling, and that's a good turn or two ago, and now I've gotta do it without the eye patch and it's really a whole different concept." A nod is given towards the excersizing, thumb thrust towards the bronze who's finished with his reverence and has gone back to bubble blowing. "Of course we've done that too... Nverath adores to fly, tells me all about it, just waiting to get mounted... I mean, I'm sure all the 'lings can sympathize with that, but still..." And now to eyeing that blue. Valanth continues to stare at the floating branch. It /wasn't/ suppossed to do that. it was suppossed to sink. Like everything does in the water. He stinks out a fore paw, batting at it and watching it sink into the water then bob right back up. How very odd... He continues to poke at the branch, waiting until it floats out of reach, then sitting on the edge of the water and staring. "I'd offer to help, but I'm afraid that hair cutting isn't really my speciality. Hair hacking perhaps would be a better way to describe what I do." Kazra says, extending her legs out in front of her. "I was talking with Weyrlingmaster N'ano recently, and he said that it shouldn't be long before we can fly with them." she says, frowning slightly as she tries to remember the conversation. Xylyth decides that he's had enough of being upsidedown, and rolls bacK over again, submerging briefly. "Silly thing." Kazra says affectionately. The antics of Valanth have caught Xylyth's attention, and he devotes time between watching the blue, and the branch, a query rumbling in his throat. <Local> Xylyth senses that Valanth splashes with a spray of confused azures and sapphire. <<It won't sink. It's supossed to sink.>> Isn't that obvious, though? Nverath finds the branch bapping that Valanth's doing to seem extremely amusing, and is the thing continues to float, angling himself towards it, finally to reach out, once he's moved out of his nice spot in the water to a not-so-nice-but-branch-occupied spot, and reaching out to hit the thing. Which makes it flip, and brings a rather delighted trill from the bronze. "Well, yeah... I hack too, only thing is I can't see what I'm hacking," D'baji muses, brain obviously working as his eyes unfocus just a bit for his next comment. "Yeah, well, they are getting quite a lot bigger. I know Nverath's at least as big as some of the greens by now... The full grown ones, I mean. I can't wait, though... Cause riding them on the ground just seems... Odd, when we could just walk. I get the formations, but still..." He has this runner compared to dragon issue, y'see... "So," is added in a 'change of subject' tone, a rather pleaful look shooting her way. "You want to try and cut the stuff anyway? Or at least rip at it? in the back, if no where? I mean, it doesn't have to be really too nice, just get the shellin' stuff off my neck..." <Local> Xylyth senses that Nverath ponders amidst his more natural stream of golden thoughts, flecked with leaf-like shapes of bemused green and copper for the occasion. <<Perhaps it is a sign of its indomitable strenght?>> A quick twist of cerulean is slashed across the colours in an idea. <<And it is rather amusing. It dances.>> Valanth hops back a foot when the branch flips, rather surprised with it. Maybe branches come back to life when they are put in water. He skips forwards another few steps, then bounds into the water, on top of the branch. Waiting a moment, it doesn't come up and he swishes his tail contentedly, about to rumble in pride, but the branch shoots back up, popping through the top of the water and splashing back down. Hmph. "Well, I'll give it a try." Kazra agrees, her tone letting everyone know that this is against her better judgement. She reaches for the scissors. "Any idea of a style, or do you just want it cut back a bit?" she asks, looking at what she is volunteering to cut. Xylyth now is watching the branch, the blue, and the bronze, trying to figure this floating log thingy out. An amused rumble is given at Valanth as he bounces on the log. Kazra shakes her head at their antics but refrains from commenting. <Local> Xylyth senses that Valanth muses with an array of perriwinkles and bejewelled sapphire. <<Maybe Tree was wrong to mourn for his branch. I shall have to inform him that his branches need only to be placed in water to come alive.>> <Local> Xylyth senses that he flashes a brief image of the branch, floating in the water. <<Will he listen?>> is asked, with the scent of cut grass drifting up from his words. D'baji fawns at Kazra, arms folding lightly to cross over his heart as he positively beams at her, repositioning himself so that his head might be over the bowl provided. No point in getting the basin area hairier than it is, right? "Well... Just cut it, really. I mean, just sorta make it not too jagged, or then I'll have to cut it at different intervals, but if it's straight, it's easier... And yeah. Just take about," here two fingers are drawn together, only to be spread apart to demonstrate about three centimeters, "that much off. And if you hit one ear, by all means go for the other too so that it'll match." Beamkle. Nverath gives a mighty big warble, and splash of his tail, for the log's bounce. It /is/ alive, Valanth was right! The log, thus, is given a whuffle. <Local> Xylyth senses that Valanth brings up a picture of Tree, who is Valanth's new found friend, located in the central bowl. <<Tree usually listens to me. I think he's taken a liking to me. Kia and I asked him if he wanted to live on our ledge when we got our own weyr and he said yes.>> As this is stated, the little blue emits prideful waves of aqua. <Local> Xylyth senses that Nverath thinks << Yes, do tell him. It would be a pity to mourn something that doesn't need mourning.>> A light lilt in his golden stream as that is said, his leaves dispersing somewhat and being replaced with a hopeful, almost smokey, brown swish. <<Perhaps you could introduce me to Tree? >> Kazra takes a deep breath, before making the first cut. She only takes off a few milimeteres at first, but slowly gains confidence. She stops however, as Xylyth passes something onto her. "I wonder if there is something wrong with that blue." she whispers in D'baji's ear before she continues to cut. Xylyth is still eyeing the log as it floats. He essays a gentle prod with his tail and notes the branches reaction. Hmm. This must be studied. Valanth warbles at the log and the other dragons, propelling himself backwards a bit to poke it with his tail, watching it go into a wild spin with the simultaneous poke from the brown's tail. How pleasant. There's nothing wrong with Val. He's just very....friendly. Trees need friends too, ya' know. <Local> Xylyth senses that Valanth beams at the bronze, river of blue interrupted with a more turquoise-ish tint. <<Oh yes, Tree likes being around other dragons.>> <Local> Xylyth senses that he spikes in a frond of line surprise. <<Curious.>> he notes, <<Have any other dragons met Tree?>> D'baji does enjoy his head being touched-rubbed-prodded nicely... Or whatever else could fall into something of that category. And consequently, having his hair cut does. So he's got one of those stupid half-in-paradise looks on his face by the time she's confident enough with it, and is trying not to swoon. "Well, he /did/ Impress to Kia," is whispered back good-naturedly (as he likes Kia, and if the blue overhears well...) "Although I'm afraid he might be converting 'Ver to his ways..." Which he probably is. Nverath is now giving his equivalent of an amazing giggle, despite natural seriousness, and giving a bugle at the thing, and the blue. <Local> Xylyth senses that Nverath would almost be contented with that, you'd think, his extra colours dying down briefly, and even the gold dulling in its lumiscense until *poof* there's orange dust all over his thoughts. <<Yes, and has he met any other plants? Because D'baji's Friend has a pokey one that he brought her, and I'm sure if we put it in water it would make amazing conversation.>> <Local> Xylyth senses that Valanth is just so happy that his friends want to meet Tree. <<I think he's aquainted with Riyth.>> A thought back to his tree and he adds <<Oh, there are lots of plants near him, but mostly bramble bushes that aren't too nice.>> Kazra hmms quietly to herself, still snipping away at D'baji's hair. She's doing her best to keep it all neat and tidy like. "Xylyth seems rather dubious." she comments, and indeed, the brown does, still watching the log with intense fascination. He essays another prod with his tail, and watches it spin. Rumblerumble. <Local> Xylyth senses that he returns to his usual calmness, with a soft sussuration of wind through leaves behind his thoughts. <<Interesting.>> is his only comment. Valanth rumbles back at the bronze and the brown, flipping forwards to rear up and hop onto the branch again, watching it shoot forwards into the air, the edge teetering on the water before it lands again with a splash. An excited trill is emitted and he flips back over, idly flicking the water with his tail. The riders are not overheard, and even if they are, Val is quite pleased with his oddities and extra-friendliness. "Nverath is in one of his happy moods," D'baji thinks out loud, or responds. It works on just so many levels. Voice is dropped to add, "Like a puppy, almost, except when he speaks," with a tone that could be described as amusement. Even condescendingly so. "Y'know, you're very good at this. I'll have to get you for a head rub one day." Run away now, Kazra. That could be a baaaad sign unless you want a bronzerider on yer tail for the rest of your life. Or maybe he's just going for free head rubs... Nverath can't be concerned with that, however. He's now wiggling all around in delight, watching how the 'ripples' *coughwavescough* made by such movements will make the branch wiggle. When it's not airborne. "Ever happy to oblige my dear bronzerider." Kazra says, with her grin hidden behind D'baji's head as she snips. Free hand comes up ready to steady his head slightly if need be, fingertips splaying out. Xylyth glances at his rider, and seeing that she is happily ocupied, diverts his attention to the log. Its brief flight is regarded, only the slightly faster whirling of Xylyth's eyes indicating any surprise. <Local> Xylyth senses that he muses. <<Fascinating.>> A brief pause while a river of blue snakes amidst viridian strands. <<This log is fascinating.>> Valanth floats in the "ripples" cause by the bronze's bouncing, unfurling a wing to press against the water, causing more little waves in the water, and the branch to bob around some more. D'baji tsks at Kazra, rolling his eyes (not that it accomplishes much, seeing as she's behind his head, but it's become a trained reaction, especially since the lack of the eyepatch). "I don't ride bronze," is noted to her, "I ride Nverath. And he's developed colour problems, recently." Which seem to flow right on over to the rider. Much to his chagrin, it would appear, as he adds, "Not that it matters." And Nverath is thrilled with the waving now. And happy. And blue-eyed. <Local> Xylyth senses that Nverath finds his colours balancing, rather, with a now smooth undercoat of the gold, and it's all symmetrical and ooh. <<But we musn't forget the water. The log and the water are... Symbiotic, it would seem. It needs someone to dance with, after all.>> "Nverath rider D'baji then." Kazra corrects herself, also rolling her eyes. "What colour problems?" she asks, stopping her cutting to look at the bronze, before beginning to snip again, slightly slowly this time. Xylyth attempts his own bounce in the water, hopping upwards and watching the resultant swash of water. D'baji Molten red hair has finally managed to frame a rectangular face, stopping just mid-neck in its newfound style. It feathers out, having saved forever the path of fingers so often passed through it, what with its newfound texture. A few centimeters below the hairline, eyebrows of the same colour as the mane can be found, hanging protectively over deep, leafy green eyes. The left eyelid and eyebrow hold a scar running vertically down to the left of the defined cheekbones, the pupil of the same eye somewhat oblong from the same incident that caused the disfiguration. A somewhat angular nose,a ccented by unwanted freckles, finds it's place in the center of his face. Lean musculature dropped over his 6'2 frame suggests the physical labour involved in dragon-keeping. Finally, when exposed, his legs carry a blue-ish tinge, the hair on the limbs dyed a neat cerulean. A loose-fitting, almost over-sized, orange tunic wraps about D'baji's somewhat broad shoulders, with sleeves that already have his traditional thumb-holes worn in them out of habit. The shirt is loosely tucked into almost-tight black pants, which taper down to cover well-worn boots, so well-worn, in fact, that there's a neat hole in the right toe. D'baji is a Weyrling. So he gets to look generic in his clothes. A single loop of black and orange manages to do nothing for the monotony of his attire, curling about his shoulder, along with a ribbon of bronze woven through, all in all signifying him as Jr. Weyrling, rider to bronze Nverath. He is awake and looks alert. D'baji is 22 Turns, 9 months, and 12 days old. Nverath Nearly luminescent gold and rich iridescent bronzes saturate sinuous limbs and rounded underbelly. An intoxicating foam spills from the tip of his muzzle, back along the expanse of cresting ridges, and all the way down tail's wiry length to the very tip. Thin wisps of purest glowing white wash delicately along the narrow shoulders of his silver-imbued hide, only to intermingle with the darker bronzes that cascade along his mighty form. Drawn with the arch of a shooting star, or as strict as a darting arrow, he is cast smooth and compact, muscular and so very long. His narrow wings are flecked in a dazzling, shimmering white that tickles over honeyed-yellows from below. When furled close to his sides, those very same pinions are of such a rich golden bronze that they disappear among his liquid metallics. Klah-coloured leather contrasts magnificently with the wisps of white and silver into lightened bronze over the dragon's neck, decorated only by two buckles, also made of leather, though the colour varies to a lighter auburn. A fair amount of slack threads through one buckle, held tight along the main strap. Meticulously even stitches have been flattened forcefully, so as not to bother the young dragon. Finally, a simply designed fish finds itself carved into the buckle made to hold on to the riding belt, a finishing touch for straps that are otherwise made for purpose alone. Nverath is 7 months and 27 days old. He is 42 feet (14m) long, with a wingspan of 70 feet (23m). Nverath seems to be listening. 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 7 months and 27 days old. He is 29 feet (9m) long, with a wingspan of 48 feet (16m). Valanth seems to be listening. <Local> Xylyth senses that Valanth's mind-river settles back to it's serene stance, a pale-ish blue, hardly a ripple blemishing the surface. <<Maybe we should go inform Tree of the good news. Would Kazra and D'baji mind?>> Kia's off doing some chore or other, so obviously Val is free to do what he likes. <Local> Xylyth senses that he agrees in a swirl of malachite. <<Water is fascinating as well.>> That seems to be his new word. <<Kazra would not mind. She is also interested in Tree. It would be fascinating.>> There is that word again. D'baji shrugs, a thing he really ought not to be doing when he's getting his hair cut, but does allow for all sorts of responses from the one with the scissors. "Well, he finds them either degrading or over-generalized, or something. Y'know I've been having some little complaints with ranks?" And everyone should. "Well, he has started to associate colour to rank, and with that, stereotyping. So he now goes by names and names alone. It seems very noble, but I'm sure he'll get over it. We'll just discuss the issue to death a little more..." Nverath gives a snort as his colour problems are brought up again. But that can leave, because the log is dancing. Kazra lets out a yip of surprise as the hair that she is cutting abruptly moves. "Hoy." she complains, snipping empty air, before making another cut. "Its gone skewy now." she says, slipping into a word that she heard the kidlets use back at Reaches. Another few snips and she straightens the 'skewy' bit out. "There. Nearly done." she says, before aahing at D'baji's explanation. Xylyth continues to watch the log. What will it do next? <Local> Xylyth senses that Nverath goes and stirs up his nice symmetrical colours all over again, creating a little dance with them slightly resembling the bouncing log. <<I fear We have something planned, or so is claimed,>> is given with a mental sigh, which causes the colours to ripple and fade briefly. <<However, maybe Tree will be in a good mind, then, when I meet him?>> D'baji gives an apologetic cough Kazra's way, making an extra-careful attempt to hold perfectly still for her. "Sorry. Didn't think." Here he pauses, bracing himself for any comments that might come over that recently admitted fact. "It's good now, y'know," is added as he reaches his fingers right on back near the scissors, continuing his disregard for safety, to feel at the stuff. "And it's better now, not on the neck... Though I should go change shirts, get the itchies off.. And then Nverath and I are due for some sort of extra lesson. Y'know, Senior Weyrwoman Saria said we had to do so, and all that..." Darned punishments. People should just adapt to his smart alecky mouth. "So, thank you very much," is given to Kazra as the bronzer (haha, take that Nverath) stands to pull for the bowl. "And maybe if you ever need me to return the favour..." Evil giggle as Nverath gets out of the water, and the pair of 'em head off down the path. You click your heels three times. 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 spring afternoon. On the perch is Emmy. You see Gigi here. Obvious exits: Out |