| Kazra visits P'rru, and Xylyth is educated... |
| 14/02/2002 Logfile from Harpers-Tale Xylyth [Dsalth's Hellmouth 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. Dsalth's Hellmouth Ledge This ledge is rather enormous. Jutting out further than it's neighbours, with clean sweeping lines and smooth curves. An natural rock awning arcs overhead, providing shelter from the winds that whip up in chilly waves from the lake at times. To the right extending into a darkened corner is Dsalth's couch with it's sunken seat, padded with furrs and rushes.There's plenty of places for one to sit and dangle their legs over the side to enjoy the view and ample landing room for 2 dragons comfortably. Swept and swiped almost every other day, you can find a broom laying to the side of the weyr's entrance- with it's coloured etchings of vines rambling round the opening. It is an autumn late night. Darkness abounds, and there is nothing to see in the night sky but the neverending stretch of clouds. Inside the weyr, you see one person. Kicking up dust is Ryann. Brown Dsalth is here. You see Dsalth's Couch here. Obvious exits: Weyr Fly 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. The underlying colour of Kazra's new outfit is brown, but other colours are floating on this earthen sea. Deep blue cascades in a waterfull down the front of her shirt, with white froth decorating her trousered ankles as the waterfall impacts at her feet. Tendrils of green fern snake around one covered arm in intricate patterns, curling down to wrap around her waist with sage strands. Shoulders are mantled in pristine snow white, with frosty icicles dropping downwards over the fabric. Despite the landscape that now adorns her clothing, her feet are still covered by the same old slightly scuffed black boots. Around her waist is a simple leather belt, with her knife hanging from it. Kazra wears a brand new knot, this one of orange and black, twisted into the insignia of an Ista Weyr wingrider. A ribbon of earthy brown indicates her lifemate, Xylyth. On her shoulder as well is the badge of the Sunshower Wing. She is awake and looks alert. You notice Kazra looking at you. Kazra is 24 Turns, 6 months, and 7 days old. <Local> Xylyth senses that Dsalth is awake! Yes he's awake! Hanging over the lip of his ledge, watching the lake <<Little-one-who-is-from-the-island! How is the tide right now? My Purr is up, send your rider right in...is the water still warm? Has that large pod of fins moved up the coastline yet...>> Someone needs to watch the weather channel! Xylyth hovers outside, away from the ledge, before he apparently makes up his mind and makes a gentle descent. Kazra unhooks herself and slides down, giving a wave to Dsalth. "Good evening." she greets, before Xylyth passes the message on, and Kazra taps her way onward. Dsalth's Hellmouth Ledge This ledge is rather enormous. Jutting out further than it's neighbours, with clean sweeping lines and smooth curves. An natural rock awning arcs overhead, providing shelter from the winds that whip up in chilly waves from the lake at times. To the right extending into a darkened corner is Dsalth's couch with it's sunken seat, padded with furrs and rushes.There's plenty of places for one to sit and dangle their legs over the side to enjoy the view and ample landing room for 2 dragons comfortably. Swept and swiped almost every other day, you can find a broom laying to the side of the weyr's entrance- with it's coloured etchings of vines rambling round the opening. It is an autumn late night. Darkness abounds, and there is nothing to see in the night sky but the neverending stretch of clouds. Inside the weyr, you see one person. Kicking up dust is Ryann. Brown Dsalth and brown Xylyth are here. You see Dsalth's Couch 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. You go to the P'rru's Sunnydale Library. P'rru's Sunnydale Library A curtained arched entranceway leads you into this compact weyr not built with height in mind with it's low ceiling,an oddly comforting musty smell of old knowledge and age pervades it,an invisible fog that will not be aired away. Visitors are welcomed into the 'foyer', the foreground of the weyr, where a long oval table resides with an assortment of snacks and klah always present. To the left is dug a deep hearth, resplendant with a buff timber mantle, with a few burgundy-clothed armchairs decked in front of it. Glowbaskets are tapped at regular intervals around the areas circumfrence,while a curve of low slung shelves follows the walls too.Spread across this ample living space is a heavy rug, plum red colours weaving in and out of gold and azure tendrils in it's pattern.The rest of the home is sectioned off with rich tapestry screens- behind these are 2 seperate alcoves. One, the rider's own, contains a large four-poster bed in cherry dark timber, the generous blankets spilling over the mattress. The other alcove belongs to the weyr's other occupant, a private recess with a smaller bed and drawers hidden largely from sight. Braziers burn constantly during winter along with the hearth fire, stealing away mountain chills from the occupants. It is an autumn late night. Darkness abounds, and there is nothing to see in the night sky but the neverending stretch of clouds. On the ledge, you see Dsalth and Xylyth. Lounging on a bookshelf are Daiton, Pasqual, Sora, and RompBompAChomp. You see Rocking Chair, Osbourne, Kentinn and Jonah, Kezzra's Bag, Lark's Louge, and Asha's Asylum here. You notice Kezzra and Skylark asleep here. P'rru is here. Obvious exits: The Book Cage Ledge Xylyth> Kazra walks cheerfully to the weyr. P'rru is playing daddy. Not daddy in -that- way, you dirty minded person! No, he's pacing back and forth just inside the door, small baby bundled up against his chest, hand rhythmically rap-tap-tapping on his daughter's nappied behind. "Dsalth said we had visitors!" he whispers happily, freeing a hand to flag the brownrider in. "What a pleasant suprise! Come, Kaslarna, warm yourself by the fire, lass, it's freezing out there!" <Local> Xylyth senses that he seems a bit bemused by the flood of questions, but in spikings of sage, his does his best to answer them. <<The tide was out when we left, the water is blissfully warm, and I am not sure about the fins.>> Kazra grins and steps further in, doing her best to move quietly once she spots the small bundle. "Thanks P'ru." she returns with a grateful smile. "I'd forgotton just how cold Reaches can be." Ista being the opposite. "Its good to see you again." she adds. <Local> Xylyth senses that Dsalth rolls to the side with a groan, forepaw flopped nonochalantly over his muzzle <<You are turning me..green..with envy. It's frigid out here. Look- there's already snow on the peaks! Isn't is tragic!>> <Local> Xylyth senses that he settles himself now that Kazra seems to be here for the duration, and obediantly looks over to the peaks. <<That's snow?>> he asks. <<Kazra's promised me we can have a snowball fight, whatever that it.>> Poor little confuzzled dragon. <<You'd be welcome to come at stay at Ista.>> P'rru nods towards the hearth and then begins to gingerly shuffle-step thataways. "She's almost dropped off.." he mentions, patting the back of an armchair, as if telling the brownrider to take a seat "Your looking smashing, my dear, the warm climate is doing wonders for you! How's your weyrling class? I hear you've got your own weyrs now..." as for his seating arrangement, he slowly cranes himself onto the lounge, baby repositioned over the roll of his stomach. "Oh but Kaslarna, aren't I forgetting myself in my old age...this is Azerra.." he smiles, one of those awfully proud pappa type deals, blanket tucked back from the month old's face. Kazra slides into a free chair, before looking over at the baby. "She's lovely P'rru. Congratulations." Kazra says with sincerity and a smile, before jumping backwards in the conversation. "Yes, we've got our own weyrs now, and we've graduated." Yes, Kazra is a full rider. Fear. <Local> Xylyth senses that Dsalth swoons, visibly for that offer <<Snowball fights are wonderous things, especially if you throw a mushy one right at Purr's head. Aim for the beanie.>> A noise far below makes him swing his head over, intently staring for a few moments before he catches the conversation again. <<My rider is remembering your rider before she became your rider....humph. He always says we will visit Ista more often. Riyth's rider likes him. I keep telling him she'd take us in..>> P'rru raises his eyebrows "Your graduated? Shells, I am out of the loop aren't I? Well, lassie, this does call for a celebratory drink.." Doesn't Purr think the day that ends in Y requires a celebration drink? He fusses slightly around the baby bundle and then grins over, lopsidedly "So you can either hold the brat, or fetch the drink..." See? Least he's given you choices. <Local> Xylyth senses that he enthuses about this idea. <<Aim for the beanie.>> This is said firmly, as if Xylyth is trying to store it in his mind for future reference. <<Riyth is nice. He helped me fly.>> Random information there. <Local> Xylyth senses that Dsalth turns the inspection onto Xylyth, muzzle raised slightly as if he's looking down his nose through invisible spectacles <<A blue helped you to fly? What is the world coming too?>> is the snuffy comment <<But Riyth is a decent blue. He once helped me..traumatise that holder of Gar.>> "Whatever you prefer P'rru." Kazra replies. "Though not to much, I swear I'm still hungover from the graduation party." she admits with a wince. "I barely remember most of it." Though to be fair, she did have an excuse. "So how have you and Dsalth been? Don't think I've seen you since the Hatching." Cue fareaway gaze before she snaps back. <Local> Xylyth senses that he endures the inspection <<My rider says it was to prevent strain on my wings.>> he defends himseld <<Traumatise?>> is the next question from the curious Xy. P'rru will leave the women with the babies. Well woman. There's only one of them here. "She should stay snoozing, the girl inherited her father's gift for deep sleep.." he mentions as he carefully deposits Azerra-bundle into Kazra's lap. "Too much drinking eh? Now that's one thing I can't give lectures on..." Mostly because he's prone to do exactly that. "Dsalth and I have been very well. Swamped with Azerra of course, but things are trundling along rather nicely for us...now how's Xylyth? The lughead's telling me he's of a good size.." free of daughter, the brownrider heads for a little sidetable and his wine chest, bending over to clink amongst the bottles. <Local> Xylyth senses that Dsalth is smacking with rolls of heated clouds, excitement in his own way.<<We cornered her, while Riyth snuffled in her pockets for...for something I can not remember. But blues only need a little prodding to do our bidding. Such gullible dragons. You'd do well to remember that!>> Yes, yknow, browns must stick together...or at least know they are better than everyone else. "Hmm." Kazra replies slightly distractedly, slipping back into nannying mode with Azerra-bundle. "Some of the other ex-weyrlings were worse than me though." A quick glance towards the ledge to see if Xylyth is behaving himself. "Xylyth's fine, enjoying chatting with Dsalth or so I gather." a find smile for Xy flickers over her face. <Local> Xylyth senses that he is paying rapt attention now. <<I shall try.>> is his promise. <<Gullible? They do what we tell them?>> This is a rather enlightening conversation for Xylyth. <Local> Xylyth senses that Dsalth is amused, and lifts his wings as he sideshuffles closer to Xylyth, like he's trying to keep it all a big secret <<You tell them whatever they need to be told to do what you want. Most of the time, I shall tell a blue something subtlely so that he will get the blame, yet I will reap the benefit...>> Corruption, so sweeeeet. P'rru turns and brandishes a gnarly old bottle. "Ah now this is a nice liqueur.." he quips "A small glass helps me sleep at night..." he hooks his fingers round two squat small glasses and brings them with him back to the couch. "Oh tell your dragon not to listen to that bag of bones. No doubt he's spinning some tales about how wonderful he is, or perhaps advice..." there's a chuckle as Purr unwittingly hits the nail on the head, and goes about splashing a little drink into each glass. "She's a good size, eh?" He adds, referring to his daughter. Like dragon, like rider it seems. <Local> Xylyth senses that he is puzzled, but then comprehension dawns in a flicker of jade. <<I see. That is an intriguing idea.>> Unspoken is te omment that he will have to try it out sometime. Kazra grins. "He seems to be enjoying whatever Dsalth is telling him anyway." is her comment "He likes to chat with other dragons." He's almost as bad for gossip as Kazra is. "She is." Kaz agrees, glancing down at the blundle again. "My congratulations to you both." She's probably already said that, but it bears repeating. P'rru chuckles and offers a glas "Then let's toast eh? To babies and graduation!" He holds up his cup, which has a liberal amount more than Kazra's holds. "I'll take her if it's too much trouble, to drink and play cot, mind you.." Kazra accepts the glass with one hand, the other steadying Azerra on her knees. "To babies and graduation!" she repeats the toast. "And its no problem at all." She's had some practise anyway. <Local> Xylyth senses that Dsalth is enjoying this. Teaching the young. <<Another trick, little wings, is to always tell bronze dragons that they are much better than you...but never believe it.>> P'rru clinks his glass, (by stretching out far), against Kazra's then takes a sip "So, what is in store for you now, eh? I do hope your not going to follow that ridiculous trend and settle down with a weyrmate already, lass." he says, happily reclining back. "Kaslarna, you're just going to have to break a few hearts before you bother with that malarky.." wink. Yes, he's teasing. See Kazra turn beetroot at the twist in the conversation. "What is it with male riders!" she mutters to herself under her breath. "Me and Xy need to settle into our wing at the moment, get used to the way that Wingleader M'bein runs things." she comments, hoping that P'rru hasn't noticed the blush. Which would be difficult. <Local> Xylyth senses that he ponders this <<Bronzes are better, but they are not? Right?>> Eager student here <<So I'm better that Aboleoth, though I can tell him he's better than me?>> P'rru throws his head back for a hearty laugh which is snapped off suddenly as Azerra makes a few little grunts. "Oh shells, she's not awake?" he hopes vainly inside of his lip chewed as the brownrider suddenly looks rather restrained...after a minute, Azerra decides not to wake up, and he goes back to grinning at Kazra. "Excuse me, don't lump me in with that 'male rider' group. I'm much more refined.." he lowers his voice "..anyway, Kaslarna, dearest, that pink colour becomes you.." Yeah he noticed the blush. And he'll tease her about it. "I always knew you had your head screwed tightly onto your shoulders.." he raises his glass slightly as he nods "Your a good sort, lass". See Kazra flush even reder (if that is possible). That comment wasn't meant to be overhead. "Well, at the moment, there's only two in the 'male rider' group." she admits sheepishly. "What pink colour?" When in doubt, blag it. Then eyes glaze, and Kazra sighs. "My apologises P'rru, but Xylyth has just otld me that I'm needed back at Ista for drills with Sunshower." She carefully removes the child from her lap and offers her back to P'rru. "Its been good to see you again though. Stop off and visit us sometime at Ista." she adds, before she offers a wave and is gone. <Local> Xylyth senses that he 's attention is diverted and regret ripples through his mindvoice. <<We are called back to Ista.>> he says as Kazra heads out and hurridly mounts, muttering under her breath. <<But thank you for the advice.>> You click your heels three times. Kaz and Xy's Hobbiton Habitat A deep green curtain covers the entrance to the weyr, easily pushed aside by anyone entering. The floor has been painted a deep blue, and over in Kazra's corner, a woven mat sits. The room is square, with Xylyth's couch taking up one wall, with various items such as pieces of leather, scrubbing brushes and oil scattered beside it. A pile of cushion is heaped up in one corner, with a blanket of orange, black and blue lying on top, showing where Kazra sleeps. A chest of drawers sits against the wall near the cushions, neatly shut. Three of the walls are covered with cloth, Kazra putting her sewing skills to use by embroidering landscapes, soaring mountains, tall forests and deep lakes, on them creating a feeling of space. The other wall, the one that holds the exit to the ledge has been covered in pieces of hide, all showing various sketches of landmark points around Pern, each with Kazra's name written in one corner. While not the most artistic of drawings, the places that she has tried to depict are easily made out. All in all, this is a a very cosy weyr for a brown and his rider. Gliding about is Rorschach. You see Gigi here. Obvious exits: Ledge *** Disconnected *** |