| Excercises, Excercises |
| 08/01/2002 Logfile from Harpers-Tale Jozzie moves gracefully with a habital swing of her hips, in from the bowl. Jozzie Spirited, majestic golden-amber feline shaped orbs stare out from a modishly sloped nose. Her face once slightly round is now thinning out as she becomes more of an older adult. The slight chiseled look of her face gives a hawkish appearance. Tightly pinched, hardly distinct eyebrows adorn above her vivacious hawkish eyes. Her eyes show deep emotion, giving body signals even when she has not spoken her word of thought. Feathery brown lashes laden upon her eyelids. Her cheeks is naturally flourished a light placid pink, and she seems to carry a light smile across her darker shaded lips. Sun-touched beige spiraled ringlets gently brush the cheeks of this falconet face as locks of hair gently trickle down her naturally tanned cheeks. Large natural curls abundantly are seen as they abruptly are cut short, brushing the nap of her neck and cheeks. Red tips of her tresses, dipped onto the ends of her curl, add an intense appearance to her mien. Dark tan features radiate her highly spirited life style. She is lean, however, none the least a weakling. Showing muscle on her lean figure, she is proportionally balanced. Her bust is the average size as her hips gently curve inward before they dip slightly out once again. As she walks, she lightly swings her hips habitually. Her attire seems to show off her hour-glass form as her attire clings closely to her body as it is perfectly contoured. A cadet-navy tunic frames her form, fitting her upper-torso. The material is light, economical for the weather. Short sleeves are acceptable to the Southern climate, showing her meridian-tanned arms that are exposed daily to the Istan sun. The top leaves a rectangular portion of the back exposed with a crisscross of spaghetti-stringed material. The top is especially stunning on this rider as the outfit coordinates with her appearance. Occasionally she will be wearing her midnight colored riding jacket that coheres to her form almost naturally, curving over her contoured form. Dark black riding pants are noticed past the curve of her hips. They fit her tightly, clinging to her hips. On her feet are a pair of matching, wher-hide boots. The boots have steel toe-tips. The boots continue to her knee with a series of buckles at the back of her boots. Jozzie is wearing a knot that shows her current position within the Firestorm Wing with a ribbon the color of her lifemate. A blue, indicating blue Riyth. She is awake and looks alert. Kazra Kazra stands tall at her final height of 5'8. Brown hair sweeps back off her face, but there is a new addition to it. Twined among the brown strads are quite a few colourful ribbons, white, red, blue, green and purple. Falling neatly down her back, they reach to her shoulders, giving Kazra's hair a new, colourful look. A small band of leather holds the ribbons and the hair back out of her sparkling blue eyes. Long legs taper upwards to a thin waist, broadening out only slightly to her upper body. Arms are slender and well formed, often gesticulating a point. Kazra has changed her outfit along with her name, now sporting a vivid orange short sleeved top and a pair of black trousers. Her feet are covered with ankle length black boots that look rather worn, though sometimes Kazra kicks them off to wander around barefooted. Peeping out from Kazra's hair is Pyxis. Wrapped around Kazra's neck is Emmy. Standing tall on Kazra's shoulder is Hawk. Clinging to Kazra's hair is Seine. 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. Kazra is 24 Turns and 1 month 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 6 months and 21 days old. He is 34 feet (11m) long, with a wingspan of 56 feet (18m). Xylyth senses Kazra looking at him. Xylyth seems to be listening. Weyrling Barracks Large as it is, the barracks seem small when filled with the constant activity of weyrlings and dragonets, working, learning, or playing. The couches each show touches of the individuals who occupy them, all of them kept swept clean as the WLMs demand, but with a variety of cushions and coverings neatly folded or scattered across them. The clothespresses are full, some not so tidily closed as they should be. Fresh glowbaskets are strategically placed about the room, ready to cast their light over the dark walls. At the northern end of the room are shelves containing a variety of supplies necessary for the care of young dragons, and over the shelves hang a number of charts and pictures. Off to one side is the everpresent vat of oil and trays of meat for the growing dragonets. Gliding about are Orion, Prometheus, Flame, Pennywise, Sartan, Inaho, Wyriln, and Ribot. Green Suith and brown Xylyth are here. You see Weyrling Note Board here. Jozzie is here. Obvious exits: Weyrlingmaster's Office Out Couches Rooms Jozzie strides into the Barracks, casually looking behind her at her blue dragon perched in the Bowl outside. His masive blue head ducks to peek into the Barracks as he rumbles softly with curiousity. "Riyth, you are too big to fit in here. Stay outside, please. Thank you." Her boot heels click as she pivots and turns towards the interior of the Barracks. She strides across the room, grazing her finger occasionally over a surface to make sure that the room has been taken care of by the weyrlings. Xylyth is flomped in the middle of the floor, looking as immovable as a rock. Pot in hand, Kazra is rubbing oil onto his brown hide, muttering away aloud to herself about random things. As the sound of Jozzie's footsteps and words, Kazra turns, and immediately moves to attention, with a quick glance at the knot adorning Jozzie's shoulder. "Bluerider ma'am." she says formally with a salute. Xylyth turns his head to watch Jozzie. Brown tail is flicked up to head and back again, and pleased rumble is given. Lookit, Xylyth can salute as well. A smile forms over Jozzie's lips as she looks to Kazra, then to her brown Xylyth. "G'day Kazra and Xylyth." she addresses with a nod given in return to the salute. She claps her hands together as she rubs off the dust from her hands. "How are you both today?" she inquires in a poliet tone. Riyth peeks into the Barraks once again, but he suddenly dissappears as he finds a more suitable spot away from the doorway. A faint rumble is heard from outside from the blue in his own greeting. "Riyth says hello He would like to come in, but he wouldn't fit." she smirks impishly knowing that he would try if Jozzie hadn't stopped him. "We're both well ma'am." Kazra replies politely, but a slight nudge from Xylyth makes her amend her statement. "Xylyth itches, but other than that we're fine." And Kazra obediently slathers oil some more. "And how are yourself and Riyth?" And Kazra throws a wave towards where the blue muzzle was with an oily hand. Jozzie smiles, "Good. It is wonderful to be around you, weyrlings." the bluerider remarks. "Has Xylyth taken to the air yet?" Her eyes glide over the brown's hide. "They do need a lot of oil when they are young." she comments with a light snicker, "I'm sure you have spent half of your weyrling life doing merely that? I remember those times." "He hasn't gone up yet, but he keeps telling me how he can't wait to fly, and have me flying with him." Kazra says with a smile for the brown. "It feels like we've spent a lot of time oiling them. Seems like everytime I turn around, he's grown some more and there is more to oil." And Kazra continues doing just that, moving round to start on Xylyths hindquaters. Jozzie nods her head to Kazra, "Has he been working out those wings?" she asks in curiousity. "Some of the weyrlings have gotten their dragons flying around the bowl at least. It depends on the dragon, of course, upon when he wants to take that large step of getting off the ground on his own." She slides her fingers through her tresses as she scans the Barracks. Kazra grins. "Everytime we venture outside he flaps away merrily while we wander around for excercise." She smoothes a bit more oil onto Xylyths hide. "He's keen to fly as soon as possible really." And she pauses to consider for a moment. "Maybe when I've finished the oiling?" she mutters almost to herself. Jozzie wrinkes her nose slightly, "Sure. If Xylyath feels up to it, we could sure do a little lesson and see if Xylyth has enough strenth to take to the skies." She shuffles her boot against the floor as she watches Kazra oil her dragon's hide. At Jozzies words, Xylyth extends his purple hued wings slightly, and gives the slightest of flaps. Kazra ducks the wing as it heads towards her. "He's keen." she says dryly, sweeping her hand along the final patch of hide to be done. Another few swipes and.. "Finsihed." and Kazra neatly places the pot to one side and grabs the rag she brought specifically to dry her hands on. Jozzie chuckles softly, "I can see. He is probably excited too, umm?" she says as she turns her attention to Xylyth. "And just stay within the weyr, no flying off outside of the weyr yet and that goes for riding too. Xylyth's bones are still developing like a young child's and mounting his back could do damage to his development." She then winks as she looks to the both, "Well, if you would like to step out to the bowl." She slips aside to allow the weyrling and her dragon through. "Perhaps Riyth can give some instruction to Xylyth also." Xylyth furls his wings back to his sides and without waiting for Kazra, heads for the door. "Definately excited." Kazra agrees, then pays strict attention to the assistant weyrlingmasters instructions before following Xylyth out. Jozzie moves gracefully with a habital swing of her hips, out to the bowl. 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 before dawn. Gliding about are Bubbly, Overture, and Fawkes. Green Misumith, blue Lazeth, blue Riyth, and green Rionath are here. You see Flamer Charging Unit here. Jozzie is here. Obvious exits: Barracks Pool Path Central Bowl Xylyth paces easily, head high and tail dragging on the ground. out of the barracks. Jozzie paces outside to see Riyth suddenly hovering above her. She is slightly startled as she looks up into her dragon's muzzle. "Troublemaker," she says as she clenches her teeth. Then she glances to the other pair. "Okay." she starts, "Frist off, why don't you have Xylyth stand somewhere in the middle of the bowl. Just for safety's sake." She smiles as she flickers back her bangs from her face. Riyth rumbles as he swaggers to the middle, then sides off to the side as he invites the little brown to do the same. Riyth Tones of midnight, black and grey roil against the darkened void of star-studded hide. A jagged line of pink, slim and fuzzed-white, streaks a pointed muzzle, forking across one rounded cheek in vein-like fashion. A curl of sapphire-striated black twines twixt prominent headknobs, a forelock of sorts to lend a debonnaire air to rugged good looks. Cobalt noir crispations spill across the compact curve of a broad neck to pause at the stormy depths of a navy-kissed shoulder. The muscular timbre of lanky forelimbs and slender build, faint slashes of luminous violet illuminating the tumble of ebon and ash, gives way to an overdeveloped rear, rounded to propel the condensed length of a thick tail. Amidst the blackened membrane of occluded sails, a delicate tracery of gold dances in the revelation of cerulean-tipped spars, bringing out hints of white in the constant spin of fog and twilit sky. Swirls of bright colors churn over throughout the leathers, bright and cheerful. They are of contrast to the colour of the dragon's hide but the flashy colours make him stand out. Rosy pink collide with purple violet and light blue, tie-dye affect would be the proper way to describe the design. Bleach-white shimmers in random places, kingly white-bolts of a flashy affair of fame. The leathers are well oiled, giving off a glittery appearance to them. Wide, painted white buckle is attached to one side of the leathers. Padding is seen under certain sections of the straps, giving ease and comfort to the dragon wearing them. Riyth is 3 Turns, 10 months, and 2 days old. He is 52 feet (17m) long, with a wingspan of 86 feet (28m). Riyth seems to be listening. Xylyth pads eagerly off into the centre of the bowl, following the older and larger blue ahead of him. Kazra stands back near the barracks with a slightly nervous smile on her face. Xylyth extends his wings but doesn't actually do anything, just stands there, tail tip flicking slightly as he watches Riyth. Kazra just stands quietly, waiting for instructions. <Local> Xylyth senses that he swirls in rapidly expanding fronds of green, the tang of citrus wending its excited way among them. <<To fly.>> is his simple phrase. Xylyth senses Riyth images a swirl of smoke as it breaks from dark colors. A light chuckle is hummed on the strings of a gutair, <<You'll fly.>> he says. Jozzie smiles as she sits back, leaning on her heels as she places her back against the wall of teh barracks. Riyth's facets are swirled of colors as he locks them onto the active brown. His tail flickers behind him excitedly at being able to teach. Xylyth gives his wings a testing flap, before looking intently at his blue teacher. Kazra grin and seats herself on the ground, but in a position so that she can easily rise again if needed. Student Xylyth flaps again, slightly more energetically. After all, wings must be excercised before you use them, right? <Local> Xylyth senses that he twists amid malachite strands. <<And now I fly?>> he asks, his eagerness to be up transmitting as vivid lime. Riyth nods his head slowly. The vein along the side of his cheek glistens in the sunlight. Then he shakes his, telling the little one to take the steps slow at first. Make sure that the wings are tough and can take to the skies. Steady some. He fans his masive wings, beating them but still staying on the ground. Seeing that the brown has this step down, Riyth takes a hop and fans his wings as he seems to hove over the ground for a moment before touching the ground again. Got that? Xylyth takes a couple more practise sweeps with his wings while remaining on the ground, before attempting to emulate the next move. Hop, and down. Hmm. Hop, fan, hover, drop. Yay. Hop, fan, hover, drop. Each try improves slightly on the last. Xylyth rumbles his pleasure at this, doing another hop for good measure. Funfunfun. Riyth makes the best dragon-smile he can offer. Then he hops again, this time he gives a little down sweep of his wings before he hovers and drops down to the ground again. This will help strenghen wings and for lift offs that do nto cause a lot of turbulance to the soil. Otherwise Riyth would burst into the air like a bottle rocket. Xylyth watches Riyth closely, making sure that he takes everything in that the blue does. Hop, fan, hover down. Got that down, lets try this new thing. Hop, flap, hover down. WHile Xylyth manages it, his first attempt is slightly ungraceful as he tries to coordinate hopping and flapping. Then the brown rumbles at the blue while doing another one. This right? Still slightly ungraceful, but he is still young. Riyth bobs his head in agreement, then whuffles excitedly once again. Then he does the same, hopping into the air as he beats down with his glosmer wings. He hovers for a moment before sweeping upward again and hovers again. He rumbles for the brown to join him. It's easy! Xylyth agains copies the blue in his actions, hopping and flapping. Kazra smiles with pride at Xylyth's manouvers. "He's doing well." she says to herself. Xylyth concentrates on flexing his wings properly. Flap. Jozzie nods her head, smiling. "They seem to be born into knowing how to fly." she comments, "I suppose they know...it's in their blood." She watches Riyth with a light tilt of her head. Meanwhile the blue praises the little brown, telling him that he is going great has he lowers himself slowly back to the ground. He metions to the brown to always use his wings. Above, Rhajath glides smoothly up from the southwest. Above, Rhajath glides down to land in the bowl. Rhajath glides in for a landing. Rhajath 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. 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. Strapped onto Rhajath's neck is Chelle. Rhajath is 2 Turns, 9 months, and 3 days old. He is 57 feet (19m) long, with a wingspan of 95 feet (31m). Rhajath seems to be listening. Chelle slides down Rhajath's side, landing with a thump on the ground below. Rhajath glides about in a circle before coming in for his usual landing, gentle and smooth. He bugles a call to the watchdragon and any other that might be listening as Chelle unstraps herself and slides to the ground with practiced ease, waving and smiling at the two people she sees here...But wait... "Kaslarna? Hey there..haven't seen /you/ in a while." she says. "Riyth is a good teacher." Kazra comments, echoing Xylyth. Xylyth extends his wings fully out and peers at them, before trying the hovering and flapping again. Practise makes perfect. Browns attention is divereted for a moment and a welcome is bugled to Rhajath, well, a version of a bugle. He's only ickle. "Bluerider Chelle." Kazra says formally, weyrlingmasters orders, before she grins and waves cheerily. "I've been slightly occupied here." is her smiling response. 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, but has been staring off into space for a minute. Carrying: Lyon Chelle is 20 Turns, 4 months, and 15 days old. Chelle has no apparent threadscoring. Riyth rumbles to the blue as he lands, his facet eyes flickering as he sees the twinds of High Reaches on the rider's shoulders. Jozzie's eyes glance to Chelle, "Ahh, a Reaches-folk." she says. "Welcome to Ista," she greets. Riyth shimmers down for a bit to watch the newly arrived blue, then his eyes glancing to the brown. Very good job he's done, good progress. "If you'd like we can stop here for today?" she asks Kazra, "Work on those routines and get more height on the flight, Xylyth should be able to smooth sail into his flight skills." The assistant weyrlingmaster smiles. Chelle frowns slightly as she turns to the assistant weyrlingmaster. How could she not have greeted her /first/? "Thank you..." she finally comments, "Chelle and Rhajath, from Mudslide Wing of 'Reaches." she introduces formally, finally smiling. "I wasn't meaning to be rude, but I haven't seen Kaslarna since...well, since forever, it seems." she admits with a smile. "We used to be great friends...But don't let me stop you, if you're having a lesson..." she advises. "I wouldn't want to be in the way..." Rhajath, however, is ready to talk, and bugles again, settling into a spot all his own and beginning his usual enquiries as to how things are going at Ista Weyr. "It probably would be best to stop here for now." Kazra agrees, "Don't want him to strain himself." Or get too excited. Xylyth flaps his wings, doing the excercise one last time, before he furls his purple hued wings back to his back. "Thank you for your help Riyth." Kazra calls across to the blue, Xylyth adding his own rumble of gratitude. Kazra looks at Chelle. "Used to be friends? Still are I hope." Jozzie smiles, "You're welcome." She moves a bang from her vision, pushing it back behind her ear. "Jozzie and Riyth, from Firestorm Wing, and I am currently an assistant weyrlingmaster here, at Ista." She looks to Kazra for a moment, "I think we are about finished with our lesson for today. I was merely working these young, lads and lassies for flight." She smiles as again as Chelle mentions something about the two being friends. "I know how difficult it must be for you to get away from the weyr. And I need to get some stuff finished." she says with a warm smile. Riyth whuffles and seems to blush, aww! Jozzie clambers up Riyth's neck and settles in between two neckridges. Riyth goes home. Chelle laughs at Kaslarna, "You're right...it's just that it's been so long..and look at you! ANd him..." she turns to look at Xylyth with a grin, "Oh, and your name...have you changed it?" Well, most do, and she hasn't heard yet. "Well met Jozzie, and Riyth..." she says, nodding to the two. "Ah, so you know N'ano, then." she grins, "he's another friend..." But, she's already gone, so she turns her words to Kaslarna. "And I'm sure /you/ know him...How is he as a weyrlingmaster, anyway?" she wonders. "Most of us changed our names I think, bar Yulianna. It was a consensus descision to change it to Kazra now." Kazra says with a smile. "Yes, I know weyrlingmaster N'ano. He's good, strict but good. Mind you strictness can be useful with some of us." and Kazra grins at certain memories. Xylyth turns to see who Kazra is conversing so amiably with and rumbles again. Kazra blinks. "Xy! Can't it wait?" Another rumble. "Aplogiess for this Chelle, but Xylyth says that since he's done some much excercie, he now needs another coat of oil." She rises "It was good to see you again, though briefly. Maybe when we can fly with them we'll come over and visit you at Reaches. Rhajath can introduce Xylyth to snow." And with that and a farewell wave (along with a prod from a brown muzzle). Kazra and Xylyth head back into the barracks. |