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8/31/99 PernMUSH. Loren's POV    Setting: Ista Weyr
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Loren gives a lecture to some Ista Weyrlings about dragonrider flamethrowers.
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Ista Weyr Bowl -- Center(#900RJs)

The evening sun shines its reddish glow through the opening in the bowl wall to the northwest, across the beast corrals. Scanning around you, you can see the wide stretch of wall housing the Weyrling Barracks to the north. To the east of here, the reddish glow shines upon the entrance to the Hatching Grounds, as well as the queens' weyrs. To the southeast, activity is beginning to form around the areas leading to the lower caverns as well as the Living Cavern.
Ruddy evening light filters down from the mostly clear summer sky, over the bustle of the active Weyr. Stiff winds howl around the peaks, through the forests, and along the beaches, driving heavy surf far up the black sand. The temperature hovers in the comfortable range, while visibility is excellent.

You see weyrs all around you, many close to ground level.
Obvious exits:
SouthEast NorthWest DragonWeyrs
Use '+lhelp' for local help.

You travel southeast towards the living cavern.

Ista Weyr Bowl -- Southeast

Clusters of dragons group around the large entrance to the living cavern. Smaller entrances line up to lead to the lower caverns and the infirmary. Smoke issues forth from square holes cut into the mountain high above the living cavern. The bowl extends to the northwest, and high above, the southernmost points of the spindles reach for the sky. The sunset bathes the northeastern side of the bowl in red light.
Ruddy evening light filters down from the mostly clear summer sky, over the bustle of the active Weyr. Stiff winds howl around the peaks, through the forests, and along the beaches, driving heavy surf far up the black sand. The temperature hovers in the comfortable range, while visibility is excellent.


Weyrs and entrances to the lower caverns are visible on all three sides of the Weyr walls that bound you.
Contents:
Mileketh
Oerth(#5224JOaep)
Obvious exits:
Lower Caverns Center Bowl DragonWeyrs INFirmary Hatching Grounds

You walk into the huge living cavern.

Ista Weyr Living Cavern(#1100RJMs$)
The cavern is filled with people, rider and nonrider alike for the evening meal. The reddish glow of the setting sun filters in through the large bowl entrance to the northwestern wall. Through the constant movement of drudges to and from the northern side of the wall, you can see the four large hearths there, each put to the task of cooking the large Weyr meals. An occasional drudge filters in and out of the entrance to the Lower Caverns entrance on the western side of the room. New riders and others are still filtering in through this entrance as well, leading out to the rest of the lower caverns.
Several huge tapestries, many of them ancient, are hanging on the stone walls. One particularly glorious one looks to be a study on the finger rock. You also see several 'places' to sit.
Contents:
Serving Table
Painting -- "Genneth's Clutch"
Voting Scroll
Nomination scroll
Linna
Obvious exits:
Hearths area Bowl Lower Caverns
Use '+lhelp' for local help.

Jesica walks in from the bowl.
Jesica has arrived.

Loren sits at a vacant table, sipping iced klah, watching the traffic coming through.

Loren looks towards the bowl entrance and his eyes widen and a slight smile appears when he sees Jessica.

Jesica walks in whistling and she waves as she spies you on her way to get some juice, "Well hello there, Loren, wasn't it?" she asys, trying to remember your name clearly from the times she met you at Fort Weyr.

Loren stands and nods. "Indeed, you have me identified. Smithcraft's duties to Ista and her queens. I fear I'm remiss and can't return the performance, though I'm sure I should remember a pretty rider like you." he gushes.

Jesica chuckles, "Jesica, or Jesi, or even Jes, rider of green Trisseth. We met a few times at Fort Weyr."

Loren blushes slightly and bows. "Jessica... Perhaps I do... you're a clutch mate of Mia's?"

Jesica chuckles and nods, "Yep, that's me."

Loren nods, a smile of relief growing. "Ah.. that's it. I had a commission to do for her. And later we went to the weyrling graduation party at South Boll. I'm sure I saw you there as well. Please join me for a few moments if you can spare the time?" he waves to a chair at his table.

Jesica chuckles and nods as she heads over to the table and settles down next to you, "Yes, I vaguely remember that, Trisseth was getting proddy then, it's kind of hard to remember it clearly."

Loren shudders slightly. "Hmm.. glad I wasn't around then. How did that turn out?"

Matalia enters from the narrow corridor.
Matalia has arrived.

Jesica chuckles, "It went pretty good actually."

Loren nods, sipping his iced klah. "That is well. I imagine it must have been quite an experience." He looks at his klah mug then Jessica. "Pardon me. I'm forgetting my manners. Would you like something? I'll fetch it if so."

Jesica chuckles and shakes her head as she lifts her juice, nodding a hello to Matalia, "Nope, I've got juice."

Loren glances towards Matalia and smiles, then back to Jesica, intrigued. "Are you settling in here at Ista well?"

Jesica chuckles and nods, "Oh very well, I'm very happy here."

Matalia comes in sucking her finger. She nods to the two then pulls her finger out and examines it.


Anise walks in from the bowl.
Anise has arrived.

Loren looks around to the bowl entrance again and waves. "Hello, Anise. I made it."

Anise enters, lugging a goldrider's version of a flamethrower. This one is a bit beaten-up and has obviously seen better days. Most likely its one of the ones that weyrlings get to practice on. She crosses the cavern and sets the beast down near the Smithcrafter, "Aye, you did. I hope your trip was pleasant?"

L'tan walks in from the bowl.
L'tan has arrived.

T'mren walks in from the bowl.
T'mren has arrived.
T'mren ambles into the cavern, waving, "Evening!"

L'tan stomps into the cavern. He gives Anise a wide berth and finds a seat several tables away from the Weyrlingmaster.

Anise gives T'mren a greeting that includes a wide smile and a showing of dimples.

Matalia goes home.
Matalia has left.

Nikana walks in from the bowl.
Nikana has arrived.

Loren nods his head, standing. "I came from what's left of South Boll and the Weavercraft Hall. the storms did terrible damage. This is infinitly more pleasant, especially when entertained by Jessica." He turns and smiles to her then back to Anise. "Smithcraft's duties to Ista and her queens."

Dossa walks in from the bowl.
Dossa has arrived.

Laureva walks in from the bowl.
Laureva has arrived.

Sloane walks in from the bowl.
Sloane has arrived.
Sloane quietly slips in and seats herself at one of the Weyrling Tables

Anise shakes her long red hair back over her shoulders and gives the Smith a half-lidded look, the poor woman can't help herself, "Aye, and Ista's duties to you, dear Smith. I'm happy to hear you're enjoying yourself." She pushes at the goldrider flamethrower at her feet, "And if you could instruct my weyrlings even one little bit, I'll be in your debt."

T'mren plops into a seat, and watches the weyrlings pile in. He grins a greeting to Laureva and Sloane.

L'tan rolls his eyes at Anise's performance and then grumbles something to one of his tablemates about the weavercraft being dimbulbed for locating their crafthall so close to the sharding water. Serves them right.

Anise points out the weyrlings, "These are Nikana, Sloane, Laureva, and Dossa. Nikana is our goldrider so she'll be paying more attention than the others. But you're such a nice thing to look at, I'm sure the others will pay right attention too."

Laureva slips in quietly and finds herself a seat at the Weyrling Table.

Loren shakes his head and stoops to inspect the apparatus. "It's we who're in you debt, Anise. In debt to all who fly against thread." He smiles a bit at Anise's not so subtle demeanor.

Lifting the main tank up into the table, he nods to the weyrlings. "I'm Journeyman Loren. Good evening. Has any of you ground crewed before?"

Anise looks to the weyrlings and smiles encouragingly to them.

"Only as first aid crew," Dossa replies laconically and tiredly. She sniffles, rubbing at her nose. "But I've seen agenothree throwers used before. Are they similar?"

Sloane looks back at Anise and blinks. She says nothing.

Loren shakes his head as he inspects the long spraying nozzle. "Only in a few details.
Ageenothree is a corrosive and inflmamable. It burns on contact and can quickly blind or maim. A flamethrower actually squirts a liquid that get's ignited after it leaves the nozzle and if the liquid is spilled on skin or dragon, does little harm." He completes his inspection. "Remind me to talk to your weyr smiths befoe I leave." he whispers to Anise.

Anise tilts her head and looks at the equipment for a moment, as if just realizing that the thing looks rather like a pile of junk, "I will."

E'ryn walks in from the bowl.
E'ryn has arrived.

Nikana was sitting near the back, quietly watching and listening intently, but as per her usual routine, her curiosity gets the better of her. She excuses herself aside a few weyrlings and gets near the front to have a look at the contraption.

Anise looks at each of the weyrlings in turn, ensuring that they're paying attention.

E'ryn wanders into the cavern, tugging off his jacket and slinging it over one shoulder.

Dossa, unfortunately, doesn't seem to be paying much attention. Her eyes seem to be glazing over, frowning from time to time. But, just when it seems like she's off *between*, she blinks and focuses at what the Smith is talking about.

Loren smiles to the group. "Allright, gather round. I want you to learn the basic parts and how to tell if it's bad. Technique for using this is upto your weyrwomen and weyrlingmasters." He goes to the tank sections. "This is where the flamable liquid is stored. The port for adding it is under this plug." He points out the hole and plug.

T'mren watches Loren, listening quietly.

Grombie enters from the narrow corridor.
Grombie has arrived.
Grombie walks down the corridor.
Grombie has left.

E'ryn manages a faint smile as he sees what is going on. He walks up beside some of the people in the cavern and chuckles deeply as he glances over at the smith.

Grombie enters from the narrow corridor.
Grombie has arrived.

Nikana leans over the shoulder of a smaller brownrider weyrling to peer intently at the tank and plug, her eyes taking it all in, mental inventory and all that.

Sloane is now within the group of weyrlings gathered about Loren. Careful to keep her hands behind her back and out of anyone's way, she, being rather tall, stands outside the group and peers over several shoulders.

Grombie pierces her lps together as she walks in

Dossa herself takes a look, more towards the front as she's one of the shortest.

Anise perches on a nearby table, being on the mind that a tabletop is much better to sit on than a chair is. She twiddles her fingers in greeting to E'ryn and gives the brownrider one of her inviting smiles. She then looks back to the weyrlings and the Smith, "The plug has a tendency to wear out."

Grombie ums "what are you all circled about?

Laureva wiggles her way through the group 'til she has an unobstructed view, then watches quietly.

Jesica hmmms and listens, head tilting a bit as she grins, remembering her own weyrling training.

Anise answers Grombie quietly, "Flamethrower class."

E'ryn grins broadly back to Anise and waves his hand in return. He sits on a table -- so he can see over the heads of those sitting on benches.

Grombie grins "being I'm m a dragon fancyer, does anyone mind if I hang in the back and learn?"

Anise shakes her head, "Feel free to listen - just don't block the weyrlings' view. They need to learn this."

Loren looks about to the fresh young faces and smiles. "That it does. And it's dangerous if so. Why? Because the liquid may be under high pressure inside and come spraying out. This is a valve for letting off any preasure inside the tank. It turns this way." He turns the valve knob and hissing of air is heard. "Allways open this /before/ turning the plug to refill."

E'ryn glances back behind him and looks Grombie over, "Well, even if you didn't like dragons, you should still learn a flame thrower. Ground crews use them and instruments like them to sear thread burrows. I'm surprised you don't know yet, but then, maybe you don't, its probable." He flicks a glance again, as if taking in the age of the questioner.

Grombie grins "of coarse I know, , back to the lesson, good learning for you all" she laughs slightly, letting the nose be eaten up by the air outside

Loren now uses a palm to turn the large plug, unscrewing it. Carefully, he sets the plug on the table, threaded end up. "Come and look, one at a time. Smell the liquid. You'll need to know it later. Mistakes can happen and putting ageenothree in here is about the worst thing that could happen to you. "

Anise motions for the weyrlings to get up close.

One of the bronzeriding weyrlings gets up really close and sticks his nose practically in the flamethrower. He jerks his head back up and coughs, "Smells bad."

Laureva comes up to the table and sniffs the plug. "It smells like some kind of lamp oil," she observes.

Nikana raises her brows at the courageous bronzerider (or perhaps foolhardy would be a more apt description) and cautiously approaches the opening. With a quick smile flashed at Loren she hurriedly takes a whif of the liquid, her face then making the requisite quelch. Ew.

Dossa takes a careful whiff -- and this wakes her right up. "Goodness!"

Sloane makes an ugly face when it's her turn to sniff 'the liquid.' Soon, she's near the edge of the weyrling group again, looking indifferent.

Grombie stiffles a giggle

Loren nods in approval. "Aye. It does. Ageenothree fumes would have burned your nose, perhaps severely, so don't stick your nose in the tank. Do this instead." He wafts his hand past the hole towards his face. "Much safer." He screws on the plug again. "Don't over tighten... if the plug is hard to turn, you've done it wrong and need to unscrew it and try again."

T'mren listens intently, from his seat a distance back.

Anise adds, "But don't leave it so loose that it comes off on you."

Loren nods to Anise. "Too right. You'll get the hang of it after a few tries." He closes off the vent valve. "Now it's time to put the pressure back in. First close this valve." He points to the one he just closed. "This is the pumphandle catch. It keeps it from flopping in the way. Flip it up like this." He does this with a snap, the wire-like catch flipping out of the way.

Nikana bobs her head in acquiesence at the orders from Loren and Anise, eyes still carefully watching all the minute movements, and the not so minute as well. It's her and her lifemate that she learn this, after all. A tad different for her, so she's nosing in quiet intently.

Loren pulls the handle out, holding the tank top with his other hand. Then he goes to the nozzle joint. "This is a safety latch. It's job is to keep you from squirting when you don't want too. Right now it's latched." He gives a few squeezes on a be-levered handle. "See? It won't budge." He returns to the pump handle. "This forces air into the tank with each stroke." He gives it a cycle then turns to the weyrlings. "You try. One pump each."

Anise's lips quirk up into a grin, "Oh that everything had a safety latch."

L'tan just shakes his head.

Naratha enters from the narrow corridor.
Naratha has arrived.

Grombie looks at Naratha "are you the one iving my 'lizard all those nice scritches?

When it's her turn, just as Loren instructs, Sloane pulls the handle out and holds the tank top with her free hand. She then goes to the nozzle joint, the safety latch, and squeezes the handle a few times. Finally, she pumps the pump handle once. Without a word, she then passes the thrower to the next nearest weyrling.

Naratha shuffles in dressed for bed, rubbing her eyes. She crawls up onto a bench near the serving table. She looks at Grombie a bit confused and then smiles and says shyly, "Yes"
Nikana gingerly reaches out towards the clunky-looking machine, her small hands clasping in just the right places and giving a tight squeeze. It's harder than it looks, this pressurizing of air into the tank. Her face makes a small grimace as she tightens her grip, then relinquishes the flamethrower to the next in line. "Hmm," is all she says at this point.

E'ryn watches cautiously, alert for anyone making mistakes. He does grin at Nikana however, and nods his approval.

That same bronzerider takes the flamethrower and makes a big show of pushing down the handle - that is until he finds it harder to do than he expects. The effort strains his face but he manages to pump it and then pass it on.

Grombie walks outside, into the bowl.
Grombie has left.

Grombie walks in from the bowl.
Grombie has arrived.
Grombie walks outside, into the bowl.
Grombie has left.

Loren smiles to the weyrlings. "Very good. It takes a lot of strokes to pump this up. About thirty on a full tank and fifty or so on a half full one. " He starts pumping and counting. ... this goes on a while. " ... fourty nine, fifty." He looks to Anise. "Perhaps a demonstration in the bowl?"

Anise nods and pushes herself away from the table, "The bowl. We wouldn't want to burn down the weyr." This comment ignores the fact that most of the weyr won't burn, being made out of stone and all.

Anise walks outside, into the bowl.
Anise has left.

E'ryn agrees as he too stands, fully intent on watching this thing to the end.

T'mren stands, moving to follow the weyrlings out.

Loren holds the nozzle tube gently then hefts the tanks and follows Anise out to the bowl.

E'ryn walks outside, into the bowl.
E'ryn has left.

Jesica walks outside, into the bowl.
Jesica has left.

You walk outside, into the bowl.
Ista Weyr Bowl -- Southeast

Clusters of dragons group around the large entrance to the living cavern. Smaller entrances line up to lead to the lower caverns and the infirmary. Smoke issues forth from square holes cut into the mountain high above the living cavern. The bowl extends to the northwest, and high above, the southernmost points of the spindles reach for the sky. The sunset bathes the northeastern side of the bowl in red light.
Ruddy evening light filters down from the mostly clear summer sky, over the bustle of the active Weyr. Light breezes waft playfully around the peaks, through the forests, and along the beaches, causing frothy whitecaps on the surf. The temperature hovers in the warm range, while visibility is excellent.


Weyrs and entrances to the lower caverns are visible on all three sides of the Weyr walls that bound you.
Contents:
Jesica
E'ryn
Anise
Parth(#6789JOQaeps$)
Cevodnioth
Trisseth
Mileketh
Oerth(#5224JOaep)
Obvious exits:
Lower Caverns Center Bowl DragonWeyrs INFirmary Hatching Grounds

Laureva walks out of the living cavern.
Laureva has arrived.

T'mren walks out of the living cavern.
T'mren has arrived.

Naratha walks out of the living cavern.
Naratha has arrived.

Loren nods to an inoffensive boulder near the bowl wall. "May I immolate yon rock?" he asks Anise.

Naratha watches from a safe distance, hoping no one notices and sends her to bed.

Anise giggles girlishly, and flips her hair again, more amused by Loren's phrasing that she ought to be, "Why yes, I doth believe thou shoudst."

Nikana walks out of the living cavern.
Nikana has arrived.

Loren releases the trigger lock, pausing to look Anise's way. "Um.. done, milady. Lord Rock will trouble thee never more." he quips then presses the handle. A stream of unlit liquid jets towards the rock to only suddenly burst into flames a moment later. He releases the trigger handle and the stream stops, no flame dripping from the nozzle. "And that is how you burn a rock." The rock blazes merrily.

Anise applauds her gallant knight, "Well blasted. Well blasted." She looks over to the weyrlings, "Any questions?"

Sloane walks out of the living cavern.
Sloane has arrived.

Laureva grins and shakes her head.

Nikana's eyebrows lift at the sudden burst of flame that spurts out of the end of the flamethrower, a quizzical look burgeouning up. She is near the front now and raises a hand to indicate her desire for a query.

Anise motions for Nikana to ask her question.

Loren nods to Nikana. "Yes?... Nikana is it?"

Nikana nods, her smile widening at her name. "Yes, sir." She drops her hand only then, as if an afterthought. "Well, perhaps I missed it? But, how did you light the fluid? Or does it just automatically combust on contact with air?"

Anise gives Nikana a smile, "Good question."

T'mren slips his hands into his pockets, and watches with a smile.

Loren grins. "I'm glad you asked... see this little box up near the end of the nozzle tip? Well, we have the dragons to thank for that. Inside is a bit of firestone and a small tank of ageenothree. When the fluid rushes down the tube, it also pushes a little of the ageenothree out of the tank onto the firestone and the gasses produced come out this hole right under the tip of the nozzle. That's why it takes a moment to ignite."

Nikana makes an audible ohhhh sound, her head bobbing up and down with her understanding. She's still smiling, her gaze continuing it's intent stare on the contration. "That's clever," she remarks.

Anise looks around again, "Any other questions? I'm glad you're paying attention, Nikana. You've a vested interest in understanding these things."

Loren watches the throng for any hands.

Laureva shakes her head. "No questions here, although I sure appreciate now what a nifty device that is," she says with a smile.

Loren smiles. "About twenty tankfuls. Very little is needed to get the tiny flame needed to light the liquid. It's a good idea to check if you have the time. But your maintenance peope should see to it."

Sloane has disconnected.

A weyrling asks, "And how long does a tankful of the flamey stuff last? A full fall?"

Jesica hmmms a bit as she listens quietly to demonstration

Loren shrugs. "That I'll have to hand to your Weyrling Master." He turns to her and smiles. "You're on, beautiful."

Anise brightens at Loren's form of address, "The flamethrower's charge doesn't usually run out during a fall. This is a good thing as the tanks are worn on the rider's back and it'd be difficult to refuel during fall. I suppose if you were especially wasteful of your flame, you could run out."

Anise looks at the weyrlings, "Any other questions?"


Nikana is chewing her lower lip, still inspecting the apparatus while the other weyrlings mill about. Her fingers are veritably itching to get a real hold of the thing. Tilting her head, she moves in a touch closer and puts on her best smile for the smith. "Think I could give it a go?"

E'ryn bellows "Go for it Nikana!" In a loud, far reaching voice.

Loren smiles and looks to Anise. "It's fine with me."

Anise claps her hands together, "Well, I'd like to extend my thanks, and the weyr's thanks to
Smithcrafter Loren. He's done a wonderful job explaining this confusing thing called a flamethrower to us all. Go ahead, Nikana. Flame away."

Loren steps aside.. "I'll hold onto the nozzle tube until you're ready."

Nikana spins around to find where the hollar came from, but there really are too many weyrlings about to see. But at Anise's approval she's all hands at the metal thingymabob, reaching out with eagerness. "Thanks so much!" She croons as she prepares it all, revving it up in her mind. She's wearing a monster grin at the moment.

T'mren peers forward, watching, "Well done, Nikana."

Loren waves to a few crowding near the tip. "Back! Get back!" then steps away. "It's all your's ma'am." and he steps behind her."

Anise calls out to Nikana, "Just don't burn up too many of the other weyrlings. We sort of need them for later."

Nikana bites her lip and narrows her brows, choosing as her target a small rock about a manlength away from the one Loren charred up earlier. She fumbles slightly, her hands small, but after rearranging her palm more firmly on the handhold, she issues the liquid out in a steady (if inaccurate aim) stream that ignites seconds later. She gives a hearty whoop! in glee as she almost makes her mark.

Anise applauds again, "Very good, Nikana. Very good. You'll do a wonderful job." Then she turns, "If any others of you want to practice, feel free. We'll also be practicing with firestone in the next couple of sevendays. Nikana will of course continue to work with the flamethrower instead."
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Nikana is beaming her silly grin, which she shines on the smith. "Thank you so much for showing us this, Smith Loren. It's been wonderful."

Sloane goes into Sloane and Joath's Couch.
Sloane has left.

Anise has disconnected.

Naratha hears Grissa calling for her and scoots to answer, shooting a mischevious grin at those around her.
Naratha walks into the huge living cavern.
Naratha has left.

Loren smiles. "Learn well, ride long Nikana. Thank you!"

Nikana still grins, her cheeks dimpled with the effort. Her brow furrows for a moment, a contrast to her sunny demeanor and she mutters aloud, "I wonder what you say to a smith?" This she says to no one in particular, but it could be easily overheard.

E'ryn approaches and mentions, "You tell them to be sure and not bang their thumb with a hammer." He grins across at Loren then and says "Right?" He chuckles deeply.

Loren smiles and excuses himself. "I'm needed back at South Boll. Clear skies to you all." He waves and heads for the center of teh bowl and his ride back.

E'ryn notes pleasantly, "In the woodcraft, they'd always tell us not to cut our fingers off." He lets out a much louder laugh at that one. "But I've nicked myself a goodly amount of times." He holds out his calloused hands.

Nikana adds her light chuckle to the mix, gazing up at the brownrider. "I'll remember that." She raises one brow, putting on a mock-suspicious stare but is stopped from whatever it was she was going to say by his new observation and then his hands being presented. This is an opportunity she cannot pass up so she inspects them for a few moments, giving a good 'hmmm' sound in appreciation.

Loren chuckles and nods to E'ryn. "Yes. that's as good thing as any. Good eve!"

You go to the center of the bowl.
Ista Weyr Bowl -- Center(#900RJs)

The evening sun shines its reddish glow through the opening in the bowl wall to the northwest, across the beast corrals. Scanning around you, you can see the wide stretch of wall housing the Weyrling Barracks to the north. To the east of here, the reddish glow shines upon the entrance to the Hatching Grounds, as well as the queens' weyrs. To the southeast, activity is beginning to form around the areas leading to the lower caverns as well as the Living Cavern.
Ruddy evening light filters down from the mostly clear summer sky, over the bustle of the active Weyr. Light breezes waft playfully around the peaks, through the forests, and along the beaches, causing frothy whitecaps on the surf. The temperature hovers in the warm range, while visibility is excellent.


You see weyrs all around you, many close to ground level.
Obvious exits:
SouthEast NorthWest DragonWeyrs
Use '+lhelp' for local help.