| A shock and a chat |
| 04/02/2002 Logfile from Harpers-Tale Gar Hold Entry Hall The Entry Hall of Gar Hold is roughly octagonal in shape. Eight doors lead out of it, one is the one you just entered from. The first thing you notice is the mural painted on the walls. It seems to be a panoramic depiction of a orchard in the spring. The artist took their time as everything is at nearly life size. Lining the sides of the Hall are padded stone benches, that seem to flow freely into the mural. Posted over the Door to the Holder's Office is the Hold Crest, A shield of Forest Green with a solitary Blue band placed diagonal across the shield. While the center of all movement in Gar Hold, it still remains a pleasant place to stop and talk anytime with friends, and enjoy the mural. To the southeast, you see Xylyth. On the perch are FirstFrost, Thessalonike, Emeril, and Java. You see Messenger Box, Sushi, Job Openings, Witch, Koa, and Tapestry here. Obvious exits: The Happy Harper Dining Hall Holder's Office Main Hallway Steward's Office Gar Hold Shops CourtYard Spiral Staircase You go to the The Happy Harper. The Happy Harper You find yourself in the well-lit Happy Harper. It seems to be perhaps one of the most cared for items of the hold. The walls and bar have deep-red wood panelling, and glow baskets placed at a very regular interval. There are about six tables for eight and four booths in the corners. All the tables and chairs seem to be of a very nice quality and very well taken care of. Serving also as the center of social interaction at Gar hold, it is usually where one looks to find anyone. OOC note: If you wish for a list of the offered drinks here, merely type 'listdrink' and it will show you how to find them. :) On the perch are fourteen firelizards. You see Rainbow Food Platter, Bubblies, Chess Set, and a lack of sweetener bowls here. Petrin is here. Obvious exits: Kitchen Entry Hall Petrin Standing about six-foot tall and well tanned from hours spent outdoors he has a wide face with a pair of large eyes, and a longish nose which sits above a small mouth with full lips. His narrow shoulders and thin frame conceal stringy muscles that could only have come from hours of repetitive labour. His hands are hard and worn with more than a few scratches on them. Light brown hair, with blond streaks, is more neatly brushed down, obviously by intent. A neat outfit, consisting of a practical pair of dark brown trous and a clean white shirt over which a deep blue waistcoat has been added, looks not quite right on Petrin. Either the clothes are unaccustomed to the man, or visa versa. A carefully constructed Double Cord, with a Single Loop, Long Tail, and Two Tassles in Gar's forest green and bright blue knot hangs on Petrin's left shoulder. He is awake and looks alert. Carrying: Petrin's Bunny Slippers Pir Petrin is 25 Turns, 4 months, and 27 days old. Petrin's behind teh bar, the only evidence of him is the loud noises, scrapings, and the occational "Shards!" that foat up form behind teh bar. Kazra wanders into the Happy Harper, muttering something quietly to herself. She's carrying a sheaf of hides under her arm, and a stick of charcoal is tucked behind her ear. She wanders over to the nearest table and flops down at it, dumping the hides down and glaring at them like they've done something to offend her. "Weyrlingmasters!" is her muttered comment, imbued with annoyance. The noise ceases from behind the bar, and a head pops up. Petrin looks towards Kazra's direction, not quite sure who is there just yet, "Hello?" He calls out, and rises, a box in hand to check who has entered the 'Harper. His face undergoes a few changes as he recognises Kazra, "Hello." He repeats, and comes around the bar. Kazra looks up from glaring at the hides and gives a cheerful wave to Petrin. "Hello.." she pauses, then blushes slightly. "Hope I'm not interupting anything?" she adds, hoping that she's glossed over the fact that she doesn't actually know his name. Petrin places the box carefully on the bar and grabs a cloth to wipe his hands, which he does as he walks over. "No not at all." he replies, cheerfully, although a touch forced, "Just doing some, um" he pauses slightly looking for a word, "clearing up. Yes, clearing up." He casts an eye over the hides, and his face frowns. Kazra shudders slightly. "That's what I've still got to do." she mutters to herself, before smiling at Petrin, pointedly ignoring the hides that seem to be begging for her attention. "Would you like a hand clearing up?" she offers. Anything beats what she's got planned. Petrin's momentarily frozen, but his usual inablity to say no reaserts itself, "OK." He replies slowly, and backs up towards teh bar, "It's just to check teh contents and update these lists." He expands. "You sure you don;y have anything better to do?" He laughs nervously. "Not really. I've done the worst part of what I was assigned to do." Kazra says "Its just touching up left to do." and in case that confused Petrin, Kazra decides to explain "I have to visit places, accompanied by a weyrlingmaster, and sketch pictures of landmarks that I could use as a reference for betweening." she gestures at the hides. "Though my drawing skills aren't the best." She rises from her seat. "Where would you like me to start?" she asks politely. Petrin just looks blankly back at Kazra, "You mean..." He half starts, then drops the subject, not being particularly keen on finding out more one that subject, "If you could tick off some items on that list?" He pushes a list that had been lieing on the bar towards her and bends down to the mess that would be obvious to anyone looking over the bar. Kazra takes the proffered list, and fishes the charcoal out from behind her ear. "No problem." she replies, standing by. New title, ticker-offer. She tilts her head slightly. "I'm afraid that I've forgotton your name." she says. That should cover the fact that she doesn't think she knew it in the first place. "Petrin." Petrin replies. Although his head is already half under the bar, he draws it out quickly, his face redding slightly as he straightens, looking most embarrassed, "Gar HeadPerson." He adds his title formaly, and automatically, "Well met." "Well met Petrin, sir." Kazra replies, looking briefly as though she would want to kick herself. That seems to be all the comment that she can think of, as her eyes quickly scan down the list that she was given. Petrin's once again caught off guard, and pauses, half expecting a bit more, but he drops to his knees and sticks his head back inside the bar, clearing his throut, "One box of cider mugs, large." He calls out is if to cover, but can't help withdrawing his head slightly to glance at Kazra. Kazra glances down the list, eyes scanning from the item. "Done." she says, making a neat mark beside the name of the item. She looks back up, then blinks as she remembers something. She grimaces. "I'm Kazra by the way. Sorry, I sometimes forget to introduce myself to others." Memory like a sieve. Petrin nods, "Not at all Ma'm." Petrin replies, getting busy shuffling boxes again, "Small spirit glasses, um one broken." he calls out louder, befor continuing in at a softer level. "I did get your name earlier." He remarks almost matter-of-factly, "And you'r from our Weyr?" He confirms. Kazra grimaces again, and while she is busy marking down the spirit glasses, she talks. "Yes, from Ista. Hopefully soon to graduate." she adds for no readily apparent reason. Petrin places the broken pieces of glass on the bar ready for a drudge to remove, "When you finish training?" He persists, having missed her grimace. "And your drawings?" he adds, sure the two are related. "We're still practising betweening." Kazra admits "And then there is the practise threadfall." she shudders slightly at that thought but does her best to mask it. "The drawings? Really just to give us reference points or so I was told. Plus others can get the visuals from them as well." she adds, having just realised that. "How have things been at Gar?" she changes the subject. Petrin shares her shudder at the mention of thread, but his head is hidden for any other sign. "A very large tankard." Petrin lifts it out, also placing on it on the bar top, as if to emphasise the size. "Not all that well." He begins slowly, "We're broke." He says flatly, his face frozen at the effect of saying teh words out loud. Kazra starts to make the tankard down on the list, when she freezes at Petrin's words. "I had heard rumours about that." she says softly, before making her fingers work again to complete what she was doing. She still looks startled though, its not something that you really consider much. Petrin's face remains frozen as he replies mecanically. "We've harvest coming in soon, that will help." He shakes his head slowly, "And no-one knows how it happened." His fingers start tapping the bar, "That's why we've got to take the inventory." He says, confirming that this is a bit more that just 'cleaning up' Kazra nods solemly, and starts paying real close attention to what she is writing on the list. She even draws a neat line through something she wrote and writes it again, more neatly this time. "Well, if you need food or anything else taken anywhere, Xylyth and I would be happy to help." she to help, him so that he can fly again. Petrin's snaped out of his state at the mention of Xylyth, and he glances a bit hard at Kazra, "Our tithes will be paid." He says stiffly, getting defensive, uncertain now if this is the best person ot be sharing this with, "Our tithe wagons are always on time." He adds, and rises, pushing a box aside with a foot, "I'll take a break for now." He can't however shake his manners and offers befor he pours for himself, "Juice, or klah?" "I wasn't trying to insinuate that they wouldn'yt be." Kazra says, her expression startled. "I would never doubt any hold." So there. "Nothing for me, but thank you for the offer." she responds, tucking the charcoal back behind her ear. Petrin's fluster increases, and he pours a mug of juice and takes a large sip to cover. "I didn't mean you would." He replies with a shake of the head, "Or that you did." He rests his elbows on the bar top, "It's just, so," he searches for the word, "not right." is all he can comeup with. "And now we've got to do this," his arm sweeps over the mess behind the bar, "with cleaning up from the 'fasting, and I'm down to searching for spiderclaws." He takes another slug of juice to shut himself up. "Not that I'm complaining." He adds meekly. Kazra just nods along with the comments that Petrin is making, not speaking in case she puts her foot in it again. Finally though, she can't hold her self imposed silence any more "'fasting?" she asks "Could I ask who?" she's nosy you see. Petrin sets the mug down, a smile drifting across his face, "Markus and Kaetiera. Our Steward and Assistant Steward." He half chuckes, "It's a close partnership." He adds. Kazra nods, smiling as well. "I hope they'll be happy together." she says with a nod. "Handfastings are always a good thing." Probably a bit of an inane comment there. Petrins' brief respite is disturbed by a drudge apearing to remove the broken glass. "I better get back to this." He says with a frown, "Thank you for your help. just pretend I'm not here..." He takes up the list, and gets the drudge to start unpacking boxes and call out the items. Petrin has disconnected. Petrin falls asleep. **Mass of travel spam and other stuff deleted here.** You drop down through buffeting thermals. Upper Alpine Meadows A vast alpine meadow stretches to the foot a glacier, flanked by the flat reach of a dozen more peaks; snow lurks at the higher elevations, capping the valleys in thick, endless layers of ice and new-fallen flakes. In contrast, during the spring and summer months a carpet of wildflowers spreads over a base of springy green turf, perfect for picnics and days outdoors. A small stream runs off towards the distant weyr, running cool and clear from out of the nearby blue-toned glacier. It is an autumn before dawn. The air is very cool. A dim glow on the horizon promises a clear dawn. A few stars can still be seen, and Belior and Timor are dimly visible on the horizon. Draped for sunning on the large volcanic rocks are Sharker and Touga Kiryuu. Blue Dianth and blue Rhajath are here. You see Kae and Auryn here. Chelle and Fyria are here. Obvious exits: Ice Caves Glacier Stream You land on a rolling slope, dotted by volcanic rocks. Xylyth senses Fyria looking at him. You slide out from between the earthen ridges of Xylyth and land on the ground to the sound of a disappointed rumble. Fyria Spritely. That's the word that comes to mind for this mischievous young girl. Thick klah-brown hair flows in an endless wave down to about midback, golden honey highlights sparkling in the sun. Almond-shaped eyes are a deep liquid sienna brown, seemingly bottomless, and tend to turn a deep bordeaux red when she's particularly temperamental. Skin is light gold in color, with freckles sprinkled across her small nose and ruby red lips perpetually curved in a smile. Standing at a petite 5'4, she looks all curves and softness, but looks can be deceiving - just ask her brothers. The only flaw on her skin is a scar across her wrist, coming from her younger days when she was constantly causing trouble with her brothers. Something sparkly peeks out from beneath her hair...a small braided strand of hair dangles down from behind her ear, anchored by 3 crystal clear beads that catch the sunlight at just the right angle. This blood-red burgundy dress hugs every curve along her body, it seems...almost scandalously so. The top of the dress cuts low across her shoulders in a tattered leaf-shaped fashion, dipping quite low to a point between her breasts to reveal bare, tan skin. The sleeves snug her arms to her wrists while the bodice hugs the curve of her waist down to her hips...but then a dramatic change. The skirt itself flows down to her feet, but two rather sensual slits rise up each side to her hips, allowing her freedom of movement (not to mention drawing every eye towards her). Feet are covered with a pair of knee-high black heeled boots, and around her waist is a thin, embroidered black and white belt depicting dragons in flight. Hidden partially behind Fyria's hair is Monaco, eyes spying on all thos around him. Attached to a clip on her belt is a mysterious cord of supple onyx leather, coiled around like a sleeping snake and looking rather, dangerous. Ebony and sapphire intertwine amonge each other in a delicate dance with no beginning, no end upon her shoulder. A diamond pin anchors the knot - a High Reaches Messenger, she is. Beware. She is awake and looks alert. Carrying: Chessylite Pendant Monaco Black Leather Whip Fyria is 17 Turns, 4 months, and 16 days old. Chelle rolls her eyes, "If you say so..." she says. "And you know that Rhajath /had/ to do it, since yo got him." she says teasingly. "Maybe they'll be rainbow-colored." she says with a laugh, then turning her head to watch Xylyth glide down, RHajath raising his head to bugle a greeting. You notice Fyria looking at you. 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, 8 months, and 11 days old. Chelle has no apparent threadscoring. Fyria snickers quietly, dark eyes sparkling. "True, true. And hey, I oiled him to boot, so he got a double bonus out of it." Like oiling a dragon would be a chore for this girl, though. Again, she shades her eyes as a brown makes his appearance, giving a wave to both dragon and rider. "Ooo..one of the Istan weyrlings...magnificent brown at that.." is whispered to Chelle. She waves at the girl, indicating for her t join them. Xylyth wings in and makes a neat landing, obviously he's been practising. He returns Rhajath's bugle while Kazra unclips herself and slides downwards, boots thumping onto the ground. "Good morning." she greets cheerfully with a smile for those already gathered there. Xylyth rumbles his own greeting at Fyria and Chelle, before lookinh around with curiosity. "Nice place huh Xy." Kazra mutters to her lifemate, before she meanders over to join the pair. Above, Reed flies in from the southwest. Above, Reed drops down through the heavy winds to land in Alpine Meadows. Reed lands gently despite the buffeting winds above. Fihall peers, a bit bemused, at those standing in the tufts of meadow sweet. Why, he has just found a secret! A secret catacomb system with keyes and doors and... obviously everyone knew about it. Grumbling the boy trundles towards the company, spotting Fyria he quickens his pace, worry assembling hsi features. "Fy! Are you alright?" After last night's display.. or what he caught of it.. seems she could use some friends. Fihall The boy is a canvas. His countenance, rugged and blanched, captivates the nebulous traces of boyhood. Cinnamon freckles embellish the adolescent protrusion of his cheekbones, and ooze to the broad expanse of shoulders, where they ultimately coalesce with fine, vermillion hairs. The majority of his body, however, remains unpainted. A thatch of undomesticated, wind-woven tresses veils his eyes from a non-existant sun. The mane is of a most phenomenal red, as if the boy's scalp had been soaked in tangent flames. His eyes contravene this, being bluish-gray in color. It is the eyes which illustrate the gist of emotion, twin cinematic screens that reflect either quiet thought or mocking glee. His shoulders exceed the lithe physique he currently sports, for the awkwardness of his age he is still rather scrawny. Nevertheless, despite this, the boy appears promisingly substantial. The thin, quirking lips and modestly up-turned nose suggest a mischevous mentality, which the boy has become notorious for. Yet, with all of his peculiar and individual qualities, Fihall is still a typical boy... seeking atypical amusement. A light shirt of subtle tawn wraps loosely about Fihall, a sloping v-neck with a small string of topaz which is currently open to let in the summer breeze. Amid the mapel of airy sisal the hem is home to an ornate design of leaves bustling about in an autumn zephyr. Pants of an eathern hue rest comfortably on his lower half, flaring out slightly towards their antique ends wherein a pair of ebon boots remain. A belt of raw sienna slithers around his waist, engraved with flecks of otter and acorn to conincide with the outfit. He is awake and looks alert. Fihall is 15 Turns, 2 months, and 1 day old. You notice Fihall looking at you. Upper Alpine Meadows A vast alpine meadow stretches to the foot a glacier, flanked by the flat reach of a dozen more peaks; snow lurks at the higher elevations, capping the valleys in thick, endless layers of ice and new-fallen flakes. In contrast, during the spring and summer months a carpet of wildflowers spreads over a base of springy green turf, perfect for picnics and days outdoors. A small stream runs off towards the distant weyr, running cool and clear from out of the nearby blue-toned glacier. It is an autumn before dawn. The air is very cool. A dim glow on the horizon promises a clear dawn. A few stars can still be seen, and Belior and Timor are dimly visible on the horizon. Draped for sunning on the large volcanic rocks are Sharker, Touga Kiryuu, and Reed. Blue Dianth, blue Rhajath, and brown Xylyth are here. You see Kae and Auryn here. Chelle, Fyria, and Fihall are here. Obvious exits: Ice Caves Glacier Stream Chelle laughs at Fyria, "True...though he says that he needs an oiling again soon." she tells her with a wink, "He may come look you up for it. That's Kazra...She's a friend of mine." she explains to Fyria as the said brownrider comes towards them, "Hey Kazra...Xylyth..." she greets the two, "Rhajath's got a warm spot over there, if he wants to go join." she tells Kazra. "Boy, this is getting to be quite a crowd now." she says with a grin as she notes yet another person joining them. Fyria gives Kazra a half-wave and a grin. "Hey Kazra...I'm Fyria, Messenger." She nods her head at Xylyth as well, adding "He's a gorgeous brown - and I can't believe how fast they've grown!" Turning around at her name, she blinks at Fihall, then smiles, flipping a hand casually. "Yeah, I'm okay Fihall. Thanks." Fyria shifts her feet a bit, then gets comfortable again, glancing back at the others. "Looks like you'll be graduation soon, then?" "Chelle." Kazra greets in return with a smile. "And Rhajath." she adds, throwing a wave to the blue before she laughs. "Xylyth says thank you for the offer, but he's seen something interesting that he wants to have a look at." and the brown has indeed, as he wanders further away from the group, peering at something on the ground. "Well met Fyria." . She blushes at the compliment to Xylyth, and the brown raises his head from his contemplation of the ground, sending a croon to Fyria. He likes her. "Seems like everytime I look at him he's just that little bit bigger." she adds, having stopped blushing. "And yes, I think we're due to gradute soon. But there are still a couple of things to learn." Chelle watches the brown with a grin as he goes off exploring, and then turns her attention to those that are left as Fihall leaves, "He won't be growing /much/ more though, will he?" she wonders, "I remember Rhajath growing..never seemed to stop, though I'm glad he stopped when he did! I wouldn't be able to get up on him if he got any bigger." she says with a laugh. Fyria nods her head, watching the brown wander off. She blinks curiously as FIhall departs just as quickly as he came, then turns back to the two riders. "I think I remember seeing you at the Hatching a month or so ago, Cadgwith's clutch? Granted - my attention at that point was on the eggs in front of me, but I managed to spare a glance up in the Galleries." Fy chuckles at the memory of that day, then oh's to herself. Hopefully, Kazra missed Fy's little exposure out on the sands. And by a brown, no less! "ARe you participating in those Dragon Olympics I've been hearing 'bout?" Kazra grins. "Yep, I was in the galleries. Once Xylyth heard there was a Hatching, he was eager to come over and watch. As was I truthfully." And yes, she did see the exposure, but is too polite to mention anything about it. She glances over to Xylyth. "I don't think he's got much further to grow, comparing him with Aboleoth and Heiluth that is. Although I'm not sure." If he grows he grows is her view on the matter. "Not sure about participating yet, are you Chelle?" Kazra asks her friend. Chelle isn't /that/ polite to her friends... "I wasn't able to get to the Hatching...well, I flew over just as the last of the new weyrlings were filing out with their dragons." she says with a sigh, "I heard some /interesting/ things happened, though..." she says, looking at Fyria with a knowing smile. "One of those browns must have at least /thought/ about taking you, eh Fyria?" she shrugs at Kazra, "I really don't know...I've been a bit busy lately, and haven't seen the hides about it yet, actually." Fyria's neck flushes slightly, though luckily the sun hasn't quite risen to the point that they should notice. She mumbles something alont he lines of "Err...yeah, perhaps.." to Chelle, before quickly moving on. Meh. She's never going to lose that reputation. Note to self, if she Stands again, wear a tuber sack bleached white. They're sturdy. "Rithian, of the Istan Messengers I met up with on the road, mentioned it was a really big thing being put on. I'm hoping to steal some time from my runs to head down." Maybe that mysterious rider will give her a lift, eh? Faranth knows he gave her a lift to Chelle's weyr with no hesitation. Cough. "I've only really heard rumours about it, but it sounds like its going to be a big event. Even the queens are taking part in it or so I've heard." Kazra says. "I've also heard that betting is already starting." and she's not going to say who told her that. Chelle laughs at Fyria's red face, "Come on, Fyria..you don't think that after the trouble you and Sinead put me through, I'd let you get by with that without teasing you, do you?" she asks. "It does sound interesting..." she says of the olympics, "But I just don't know what i'll be assigned to do at that time." she says with a sigh. "It'd be great to just be able to see some of the events." she adds. "True...glad I could be a source of amusement for you." Fyria's lips twitch, however, as she tries to look pitiful and embarrassed. But, alas, she fails and breaks into soft laughter. "Ahhh...well, it was one way to make a name for m'self." One brow quirks up at the Kazra. "Bets? They're betting on the outcomes already?" Shards. "Heh...I don't think I'll get involved in any of that - I've not many marks left as it is." Kazra nods. "Quite a few marks have already changed hands or so I've been told." she replies with a smile. Xylyth decides that the ground isn't quite as interesting any more, and wanders back over to where Kazra is chatting. Kazra's eyes glaze slightly. "Shards." she mutters as her eyes refocus. "I've just been told that I'm needed back at Ista." she apologises to the pair, before swinging up onto Xylyth's back and fastening herself in. "Nice chatting with you both." she calls down, before Xylyth backs away slightly and springs up into the air. 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 an autumn before dawn. Curled up on the chest are Emmy, Hawk, Seine, and Pyxis. You see Gigi here. Obvious exits: Out *** Disconnected *** |