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Harper's Tale - Kinecha - Tuesday, January 01, 2002, 10:04 PMKhena
Eyes, grayish-green, look out from under long arched brows, darker than the shock-white blonde hair sitting on top of her head. Ragged and uneven ends cut short, bears witness that she doesn't put much interest in personal appearance. A bend in her long, narrow nose, tells of a long forgotten break, and adding to that is a two-inch scar on her right cheek, giving her a face of someone who's lived a hard life. High angular cheekbones and a strong square chin adds to the impression of masculinity, while the arched brows makes her retain some femininity in an otherwise harsh face. Shoulders and upper arms are hardened from long hours of training and work, as is thigh and -calf muscles, while hands and long fingers are callused and scarred. Along her flat abdomen is a five-inch scar, one of many on her body, but the one most predominant. Breasts are small and rounded, almost invisible when she's wearing baggy or heavy clothing, making her look all the more masculine, her height of almost six feet doing nothing to diminish that impression. Slightly tanned face and hands, from hours spent outside, complete the image of a woman easily mistaken for a man.
Scintillating in colors ranging from deep mahogany to an almost bronze gleam, the color of Khena's jacket can't be pinpointed to just one. Khaki at one cuff, klah-shaded at the other, while the collar is dyed such a dark umber it's almost black. Tufts of the fleece-lining shows at cuffs and collar, revealing its color to be moss-green, matching the jacket's browns to perfection. Thick, lithe leather clings to her legs, trousers dyed a deep sepia with a hint of mahogany, a color matching the hide of her lifemate perfectly. Stitched along the seem is a row of x's, the thread the exact same moss-green as the lining of the jacket. A color repeated in the cords tying off her knee-high black boots, which fit her lower legs and feet flawlessly.
Twisting together in a single loop around Khena's left shoulder is the two colors of High Reaches Weyr. Black and blue. Midnight's colors, which extends into a long tail, dangling from the top of the knot. Intertwined with the dark colors of the Weyr is a dazzling silver thread, adding a spark of light to the knot. Completing the knot of a High Reaches Wingrider, is a mahogany thread, indicating the color of her lifemate, and the badge of Mudslide Wing.
She is awake and looks alert.
You notice Khena looking at you.
Khena is 25 Turns, 2 months, and 22 days old.
Khena has no apparent threadscoring.
You soar in for a landing on Zylpheth's ledge.
Zylpheth's Ledge of Insanity!
Approximately two thirds of the way up from ground level, this ledge requires some instability in the person or dragon wishing to land. Simply because said ledge is rather... crooked. A little sloping, threatening to spill any unaware guest down towards the northern portion of the Bowl below. However, it does offer a grand view of the surrounding area, and if you were to look waaaay up, you can see the Spires dissapearing into the sky. With enough space for a few dragons to land, it makes for a roomy perch, but only for those not minding the slight tilt. Off to the left, a large groove is dug into the stone ground; a perfect spot for a sunbathing Zylpheth, who rather prefers the odd angle.
It is a spring midmorning.
Blue Zylpheth is here.
Skylark is here.
Obvious exits:
Weyr Fly
Mneoth swoops in for a landing, tucking his wings in tight just before touching down, a deep disatisfied rumble escaping his throat. "I know, love.. This is why we chose the other weyr over this one," Khena says as she pulls off her goggles. Looking down, the brownrider sees an old friend on the ledge and blinks in surprise. "Lark...? What're you doing here?" Still staring at the other she slides off the brown's neck as a crooked grin forms on her lips. "Is Khor around?"
Mneoth crouches low as you shift to the ground below.
Skylark
Deliciously enticing ponds of the richest ocean blue watch with a preposterous gleam of impishness over a smoothed point of a nose, slightly curved along the bridge. Full lips of pale rouge twitch up into a bright, friendly yet playful smile which eluminates her entire face. Ears often partially hidden behind stray stands of tawn have been decorated by silver hoops irregularly, particularly one sitting in the cartilage of her right. Long legs most likely inheirited by her lengthly father carry a slender 5'8 figure with ease, abundant curves of womanhood shaping nicely the body of the woman. Long, delicate fingers run through the poker-straight silken river of tawny locks, sporadically, the threads falling sharply down to her rounded hips. Aforementioned startling eyes lead up to long, narrow eyebrows often qwirked into a look of disbelief, arched casually and tinted just a hint lighter than her heavily hung hair.
A long skirt of magnificent burgandy dances around Lark's feet, swishing softly like a whisper of air against the floors, ripples upon ripples of the material sway about her, gently and breathingly. An arresting white quarter sleeve shirt adorns her torso, cotton and stiff-seeming material used to make the shirt with opaque buttons. Unseen under the many warmth-entraping ripples of the skirt, tall knee-high riding boots made with wher-hide ride up her legs. Steel lines the back of the heel of the black boots, a soft, melancholy tap of the steel heels surrounding her as she walks.
She doesn't look to be in her usual high-spirits today and has actually gone rather pale, dark circles under her lush eyes. It's no doubting she's suffering from a hang-over.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 4 minutes.
Skylark is 23 Turns, 2 months, and 12 days old.
Skylark is looking rather dishevelled this morning and more than a little hung-over. She's folded herself next to one of her brown flitters in Zylph's otherwise empty couch with a flask of wine, one hand wrapped posessively around the flask, the other holding her head. "Make the sun go away, Parker..." she mutters to the dozing brown firelizard at her side before flopping her aching head onto the bend of her arm. As Mneoth comes to land, Skylark lets out a squeaked, "Thanks, Park..." At Khena's dismount and question, Lark lifts her head and clutches it once more, taking a deep sip of the wine. "Me? Oh, I passed out at Kh'ryn's party last night and I've been stuck here for the passed few hours. Khor is... somewhere." She waves her hand to signal he's either gone with Zylph off on morning sweeps or he's passed out still. Probably the first. "But maybe I can help." Maybe.
Could it be a slight blush crossing the brownrider's cheeks? Not if you were to ask her, in any case. "I, errr, I just wanted to talk to him..." she says, hesitating slightly as she moves closer to the other. "I could hear your party over at my place, y'know? Must've had quite a few people here." Putting her hands in her pockets, she turns slightly to observe the view down below. "I could come back later? If you need some.. Peace and quiet?"
Skylark shakes her head, wincing as she does. Bad idea, Lark. She manages to her feet with a few more sips of the wine, and suddenly looks very sober. "You could hear us?" she asks, "Oh, I'm sorry. There were quite a few of us--" Including those making even slight throws at Kh'ryn who's actions Lark simply drowned with wine by filling herself with it, "-- and things were getting rowdy... Sort of." Blink. "When I woke up this morning, I had my hand draped over some passed out greenrider guy and there were people strewn all over. Really funny site. I don't suggest you go in there." Giggle. "Please, stay, Khena. I need company other than Parker to help me get off this headache and plus, it looks like I'll be here a few hours more until Khor gets back."
"We're just over there," Khena says, rolling a shoulder as she wave a hand to the next weyr over. "'Sides, s'long as Mneoth's not bothered, I'm not." Turning back to her lifemate, she gives him a look that says something like 'isn't that right?'. "I think he could outsleep a thunderstorm." Grinning, she turns back to Skylark, opening her jacket some. "Weather's turning warm again..."
Skylark nods and turns her attention to the ledge outside of Zylpheth's couch. She dared walk on the slopped area once and ended up in the couch so, with a glare to the ground, she simply shifts her weight inside the couch. Much safer where you can't fall. "That's a good thing," she replies, "If Mneoth can sleep through a thunderstorm. I can sleep though loud noises but not soft ones. It's really strange. When Dsalth moves in his couch, I wake up." The wine is sipped and then offered to the brownrider as Lark's attention is flicked to the world outside her nice adopted home belonging to Kh'ryn and Zylph, "Yeah, and I was just loving this whole cool night-sweet spring days thing." She laughs softly, the wares of her headache letting up slightly.
Khena waves off the offer of wine, a slight grimace crossing her face. "No thanks, Lark.. Still don't drink wine," she says, leaning against Mneoth's forearm. "I used to wake up at any kind of sound... But Mneoth's had an effect on me, so now I sleep as well as he does." Making himself comfortable the brown, closes his eyes as if he's ready to go to sleep right here on his neighbor's ledge. "See? He's always tired... " Giving the brown a light pat on the forearm, Khena looks back at Lark. "Been spending a lot of time with Khor, then?"
Skylark smiles and blushes softly, trying to hide it by taking another sip of wine. "Time?" she echoes, "With Khor?" Blush. She nods, "We've been... getting along great lately." Cough. Something like that. Look at the poor thing. She's head over heels and won't admit it to anyone... besides Khor maybe. "He's a soon-to-be-dad, I'm sure you've heard?"
"I've heard." Rumours like that aren't easily kept quiet between clutchmates or in the Weyr in general. "Seems all my friends are becoming parent, lately," Khena continues, grinning. Not that you'd ever see /her/ getting pregnant. Even if she was not taking her green stuff. "Khor is really nice, isn't he? And Zylpheth caught Alymath the other day." Was she supposed to say that, though? A slight grimace at Mneoth's participation in that flight crosses the brownrider's face. "Beat Mneoth to do it," she adds, tilting her head slightly.
A flicker of slight jealousy hits Skylark's eyes for a moment. Lis was throwing little hints the other night but with the greenrider as big as her own dragon at the waist, Lark just tries to push down the emotion. She preens slightly as though her pride were a little touched but nothing big. "Yeah, Zylph caught Alymath." Notice she doesn't say 'Lis' anywhere in there? Right. Change of subject. "So when are we going to find you pregnant, Nech?" she smirks, "You know, if you're looking to hook up with someone, I know /lots/ of people... Naturally, most of them are greenriders or from High Reaches Hold but you know..." Shrug.
Khena blinks, gabes and just about loses all composure that she has. "Pregnant?!" she shouts, looking at Skylark as if she was insane. "I'm never having kids! Even if I /did/... Fancy men." An amused rumble from her lifemate, has her turning to the brown with a viscious look in her eye. "Don't even /think/ about getting that idea into your head!"
[WH!] Khena: Okay, so the plan is: Me and Khor gets stuck
[WH!] Skylark: No he didn't ask me ;)
Khena /stares/ at Skylark. Just stares. Leaning forward a little, she speaks, "how would /you/ know?" Her voice kept low and almost even. Straightening, she shakes her head, "and 'sides, I bet Lis only gets pregnant all the time to get out of Thread-duty." Eyes glazing over, the brownrider is silent for a moment, then she rolls her eyes. "Don't you begin! I am /not/ having a child! I don't even /like/ children, Lark, let alone what's needed to... To make one..." 'nough said. Necha is never having children.
Nech is having children is Lark has anything to do with it. Hurmph. "But Kinecha," she softly whimpers, luring the brownrider closer, "Think about how happy Mneoth would be if you had one. The Weyr would be just overjoyed to see you all cute and cuddly with your little child, and if you ever needed someone to sit for you, I'd always be around. Faranth knows I've had enough experience with Rasha, Kaorru, the twins and my young brothers to supervise anything with a mouth..."
"No, no, no, no... NO!" Beginning to pace, the brownrider doesn't get very far, before a tail snakes around to keep her contained. As for what the Weyr would think, she didn't care, or didn't want to know. "What's with you, anyway, Lark? You know I've sworn never to have children?" Giving Mneoth a hard stare, the brown slowly removes his tail and Khena starts pacing again. Back and forth on Zylpheth's ledge. "NO! Mneoth.. Just forget you ever heard her say that!" she orders her dragon, looking from him to Skylark. "I'll never hear the end of this, y'know?" Unless she puts her faith in the lousy memory of dragons.
Skylark smiles wryly and folds her arms, headache nearly gone. Lucky for Lark she can hold her alcohol or she might just fall off the ledge. "I just wanted to open you to the options every woman has," she comments with a wink to Mneoth. She takes a look at her fingers, idly, picking at the slender limbs. "Plus, it's my duty to cause you annoyance. What sort of friend would I be if I didn't? Why don't you want children, anyway? Because it involves men? Taking care of something other than Mneoth? Or do you just not like them, even if they come from you?" She raises an eyebrow, suddenly turning very serious. "Or... is it that you don't want that strong, deep relationship that comes with it...?"
Mneoth whuffles Skylark, his eyes wide open now, and looking as if he would most definately not fall asleep while these exciting things were going on about him. Khena on the other hand, throws up her arms, with a resigned look on her face. "First of all, no bond could be stronger than what I have with Mneoth," she says, receiving an agreement from the brown in the form of a rumble, deep in his throat. "Second. Kids... Kids bother me. I never liked them, even when /I/ was a kid... And right now, you're bothering me!"
"Fine!" Skylark says, amusedly, lifting her hands in the air as surrender. She knows very well she does /not/ want to get into any sort of arguement with Khena, especially after the one incident she witnessed in the Caverns so many Turns ago before Kinecha had even become a Candidate. "Fine, I'll drop it. Now come in and have some breakfast with me to cool off; you're excited. Mneoth can settle down in Zylph's couch if he wants. I don't suspect the blue will be here for a while longer," she suggests, heading towards the inner weyr, "Maybe there's some other party folk who'll be needing some more wine to ward off those hang-overs." She grins wickedly. Evil little Lark.
Khena takes a deep breath, closing her eyes briefly as she regains control of herself. "Alright. Jus' don't talk about babies anymore," she says, allowing a slight grin to cross her face. Changing the subject the brownrider makes her way toward the weyr, eyes squinting as she comes inside, "have you been to see Cadgwith's eggs yet?"
Skylark quickly strolls to the weyr.
You go to the Kh'ryn's Padded Room.
Kh'ryn's Padded Room
Like any other weyr, this one displays several walls of... rock. A few hangings have been put up in order to distract guests from the fact that little else has been done to make this home seem more liveable. Well, except for the nicely sized bed over on the left hand side of the carved room; a clothes chest set beside it. Over to the right, a bar extends from the wall, several items pertaining to riderhood hanging from it - such as extra straps, an old leather jacket meant for use during Threadfall, and a helmet. Carved into the wall nearest the hearth is a large couch; overflowing with many of Zylpheth's toys and attractions, it looks to be more of a kidlet's bed than anything else. Overall, nothing too complicated. A few crates are situated here and there, showing that the owner is still in the process of moving in. Knowing that owner, it will more than likely stay this way for quite some time...
OOC: Strings of colored lights have been hung all across the cavernous ceilings, and several couches and bean-bag chairs have been strewn around for this special event. A bar has been lined up along one wall, complete with full alcohol list, and non-alcoholic goodies for those who're playing Designated Dragonriders. Snacks have been set aside in large bowls here and there; from party mix to pretzels. Enjoy yourself, and be merry!
On the ledge, you see Zylpheth and Mneoth.
On the perch are Tearlach, Pike, Lascia, and Nut.
You see Khor's Swingin' Cot here.
You notice Kh'ryn asleep here.
Skylark is here.
Obvious exits:
Ledge
"Actually, I haven't but I've heard they're really cute," Skylark replies, moving across the length of the weyr, comfortable in her surroundings. There are few awake and most of them are making their way towards the door, a dragon or two joining Khena's brown on the ledge to act as chauffeur. "Here, take a bottle of wine home with you," she quietly explains to three groggy partiers, handing over a few bottles, "It'll help with the hangover." She then turns to face Khena and gestures to the chairs set up near the hearth. "Grab a seat and I'll get out the breakfast..."
"Pink.. They're pink," Khena notes as she slumps in a chair, looking over her shoulder at the departing quests. "And I'll bet there're nothing but greens and blues in 'em. Except the brown that'll 'press Sinead." Pulling a leg up under her the brownrider shakes her head. "Mneoth is sure she will too." Which, of course, made it a guarantee that the guard-candie would Impress.
Skylark smiles, her eyes then turning to the near empty cabinet which once held some sort of food for Kh'ryn. Skylark certainly isn't letting Khena snack on their leftovers from the party either. Pike skitters across the room to his 'pet and with a few murmurs from Lark, the brown is ::between::. "Pink? That's odd," she says, moving over to slide into a chair of her own near th brownrider, "The whole lot is pink?" She sighs softly and smiles, "Sinead would make a great brownrider. She's a sweetheart." Pike returns in a flicker with two bowls, his companions Parker, Pasqual and Daolly, the only firelizard in the fair who isn't of a brown hue, all joining with different parcels. Porridge is in small metal containers inside wrapped slings which the other two browns hold and Daolly carries two spoons, one in either tallon. Lark smiles and collects the items from the flizzens. "Thanks boys," she says before Parker, Pasqual and Daolly all return to their business by ..::betweening::.. and Pike takes his perch on the arm of Lark's chair. She offers the brownrider the warm porridge and opens her own. "I think that's the first time they've made it without dropping or forgetting something." Giggle.
"Most anyway," Khena says, accepting the porridge from Skylark "thank you. Dipping the spoon in the warm meal, she lifts it and sniffs a bit before putting it in her mouth. "Good.. I usually just have a bit of bread and klah for breakfast." Eating quickly, the brownrider, glances around the weyr. "Khor'll have some cleaning to do when he gets back..."
Skylark laughs softly, imagining seeing the group of pink on the Sands while she readies a spoonful of porridge. SHe furrows her brow slightly. "Both you and Kh'ryn certainly don't seem to eat much for breakfast. Then again, I usually have everyone eating well in our weyr just because I don't have much else to do besides fret over them," she shrugs, blushing softly. She knows she's a little motherly to her friends and family but atleast she isn't her mother Bhrisa? A glance around the room and Lark sighs, "He'll probably not have to clean up the majority of it. I'll be staying here a while longer to make sure everyone gets back to their own cots alright so that'll give me some free time to tidy up."
Khena gives Skylark a long look, a corner of her mouth curling up in a crooked grin. Scooping up the last porridge, she gets up to add it to the already large pile of dishes needing to be washed. "My policy's to not get things messy. Not so much to clean up afterwards. "What's that?" she mutters, eyes looking to the ledge outside. "Yeah, I'll be right there.. I've gotta go, Lark.. S'nor wants me.."
You go to the Zylpheth's Ledge of Insanity!.
*** Disconnected ***
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