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Searched! [July 02nd, 2001]
Kinecha got snagged by Salea and Fallanth and asked to Stand for Cadgwith's clutch.
Skating at HRW [June, 2001]
Going against healer's orders, Kinecha attempts skating (without blades) on the frozen Weyrlake.
Pyrene is unimpressed as she watches D'renn. "Don't you normally have a different suit for skating?" she shouts at him. She's heard the stories. "D'renn's got quite the reputation when it comes to the ice," she adds to Kinecha.
Injured Guard [June, 2001]
Not only did Necha injure her ankle, but also her pride, since she almost had to be carried by Tekin to the infirmary.
Hanging onto Tekin's shoulder Kinecha limps into the cavern, looking none too happy. "No, I don't need a healer," she mutters to the other guard as she slumps into the nearest chair. "I'm sure it's just a sprain... Just go get me a mug of klah," she tells the man, treating him as if he were her recruit again. [...]
Drunken Guard [June, 2001]
Too much ale. Necha just can't stay away from the stuff... And things happen when you're drunk.
[...]"Why are you drunk, dearest, it's not like you..." and then the brownrider grabs the pitcher of ale and settles himself in a chair opposite Kinecha. But he doesn't take a swig, no, he's stealing it from her.
Chased! [June, 2001]
First flight of Erzulie, Necha's green firelizard. Fun to do, even if there were only two chasers. (A bit of prelimenary RP in the caverns).
Erzulie tobbles over, landing flat on her face, puffs of angry white clouds coming from her nostrils as she rights herself, suddenly noticing the males noticing her. Whaa-aat? This will not do, and she takes to wing, trying to escape them all. Go away!
Rumors [May, 2001]
Tekin (NPC recruit) comes looking for P'rru and finds out that rumors have spread throughout the Weyr about Kinecha 'dissapearance'.
"A mate?!" Tekin exclaims, looking more than surprised at that statement. "But..." and he's not sure if he should go on, "but, Kinecha doesn't... Well, like men in that fashion," he mumbles, still wondering why the dragon would have picked /his/ superior out of all the women in the Weyr.
Snatched by Dsalth [May, 2001]
Nothing more than a scrubbing... That's what Necha thought when she agreed to come to the Lake with Dsalth and P'rru. Think again..
Dsalth shivers sending a spray of waterdroplets all over the ledge. He hunkers down immediately, almost smugly snorting to himself, shoulders drooping to allow Kinecha to dismount. Ahah, finally did it he did!
E'ren on the Prowl [May, 2001]
Curious about male greenriders? This is the log you want to read then.
E'ren winces a bit at Khory's little klah performance, but he recovers gracefully enough. "Ah, I see. A virgin, huh? Well, you never know if you'll like something until you try it. Curiousity's a powerful thing. Especially after you've been with a few girls--you get to wanting something different." He casts a good-natured smile in the direction of the two girls, of course.
Peach Pie [March, 2001]
Trying to ignore Aiana is never good..
Aiana turns back to Kinecha and then her finger pulls back almost effortlessly and the spoon flips...the sticky peach pie archs in the air quite nicely towards Kinecha as fast as a vtol....
Dirty, Rotten, Rude One [March, 2001]
Kinecha was in a very good mood that morning, right up until Aiana dragged herself into the Living Caverns, trailing soot and mud behind her, and NOT heading for the baths...
Kinecha drains her mug in one long swig, then turns back to Aiana, frowning. And she was in such a good mood just a moment ago. "Don't ya think you might need a bath?" she tells the girl, more than asking her.
Shakespeare Hatching [February, 2001]
The hatching was based on Shakespeare and turned out to be rather poetic.
Kinecha has found her place, and would happily show the brown his. The world certainly is a big place, but there are also places to be calm and settled. In the north is such a place, little one. A place to be happy and have no worries. "You're not lost now, are you little one?" she tells the brown hatchling, looking worryingly at him.
Too Much Ale? [February, 2001]
The Weyrlings graduate to full riders and Necha gains a new haircolor..
Kinecha has found her place, and would happily show the brown his. The world certainly is a big place, but there are also places to be calm and settled. In the north is such a place, little one. A place to be happy and have no worries. "You're not lost now, are you little one?" she tells the brown hatchling, looking worryingly at him.
Dragontalk [February, 2001]
>>How could you imagine me? I am certainly not to be ignored..<< a pause, a shadow filtering down in your mind >>But I am going back to sleep, this patch is warm<<
A Blast From the Past [February, 2001]
A TP thought up by myself and Reiko-player to get Necha promoted to full guard. Very angsty, but fun to do. Lots of people suddenly got involved.
Kinecha eyes follows P'rru as he leaves and comes to rest on the figure coming in. She shrinks back into the shadows, as much is allowed by the chair she's sitting in. "I knew it," she whisperes, her voice betraying fear.
Turnday Scrubbing [November, 2000]
Necha's Turnday starts out with mass hugging in the Living Cavern and ends up with a scrubbing of Dsalth at Ista.
P'rru takes a few steps back. Oh no. He's not huggable. He's not squishable. He's a stuffy brownrider isn't he? Yeah that's right. So he simply shrugs further into his riding jacket "Oh Auri they really don't have to....."
Glorious Mud [October, 2000]
One of the first logged rp's Necha participated in. As the title says; A mudfight. (I got this log from Sora - then Sorana).
Sasha experimentally kicks her feet in the mud beneath them, watching it squelch in a satisfying manner. "Oh this stuff is lovely! Like thick gooey klah!" Inadvertantly, as she jumps up and down in a childish manner, some mud splatters over Ooorla's leg. Instead of looking mortified as she should, she falls about laughing...now the girl is plastered!!!!
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