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 Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2004 5:46 pm
Corridors
The main halls of the weyr are smooth hewn by ancient means that no one can place. At regular intervals airshafts and glowbaskets pierce the gloom, lending the tunnels a cozy feel.
One could get anywhere in the weyr through these tunnels. The newer halls are rough-hewn, though feet have trod a smooth pathway. Rough stairs cut right into the stone either take you nearer to the outside or deeper into the mountainside.
Doors and curtains hide individual rooms from view, and you'd better make yourself known if you choose to enter someone's abode, otherwise you could get in loads of trouble.
Description by Chayse
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2004 11:11 pm
Werewolf Farin followed the girl down the hallway, her eyes carefully adjusting to the more darkened corners of Rias. She nodded at the explanation; she herself was often prone to leaving things behind when she got too lost within her own thoughts to remember such things. Luckily however, Farin was a woman with few possessions (either do to loosing them all, or the lack thereof), so dropping things was not always an issue.
As she continued down the hallway, she idly considered Kayla’s question. “My impression…” She thought, pondering. Bragging about one’s dragon was certainly a feat no dragonrider was lacking in, Farin not excluded. But she was also a bit of a rambler, and horrible story-teller. “…Is probably less interesting then I could explain.”
But still, the temptation to speak of Moth pulled her into saying a few more things about that day. “It goes by so fast, those days. Even though at the time everything seemed to be in slow motion. But I didn’t want to be a dragonrider. My parents were bakers, but we were not very good ones from a hold due south. Regardless, I was just delivering a bunch of pies (which were really pretty horrible) for the event. The a Jr. Weyrwoman at the time, and the Weyrwoman herself had both flown rather close to one another, and the last hatching had been just a month before. There were more eggs then dragons, and people were just grabbing anyone under fifteen and putting them onto the sands. So before I knew it someone grabbed me by the arm and just pushed me out there with a bunch of other people. I was so angry, I hated dragons. I thought they were ugly I suppose, or maybe I was just afraid of them. But I was more mad that no one had paid me the marks for the delivery.” Farin squinted her brow, remembering herself back then. “But of course, once the hatching starts no one could really say anything of protest. There was no queen, but there were many little dragons just flopping about and roaring as they tried to find their way to their partners.” She carefully stepped over a bump in the rock. “I was still pretty angry, and I did not make any effort to even look at the dragons. I was a moody little thing. But then someone said, “Love, why are you so angry? Don’t you know I am here?” I didn’t like dragons at the time, but she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, that silly green.”
Farin shook her head. “And I have been trained by my dragon every since.” Although she spoke in an aloof way, the subject struck a string in her chest, which made it ache with concern for Moth. Now dragons were her life, replacing the previous ignorance she had about them. She adored her dragon more then she could ever care about herself.
“But I believe everyone has stories about their impression.” She rose her head in thought. “It is a part of the requirement of being a dragonrider.”
And for the good of the world perhaps, as she was much better at thread fighting then she would ever be making pies.
I heared that the sly grin came through accompanied with the mental picture of her own gangly self. And in my oppinion we are a perfect match.
Kalya flushed and flashed an odd look to Farin before stooping slightly and then shaking her head as the mirth came back. "You silly blue, you're making me embarrassed."
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 5:15 am
Farin simply chuckled, her head tilting off to the side in thought as she looked absently at the stony rockface of the corridor. Impressions were, indeed, always a story to tell.
"I do remember that impression." She spoke, deciding to continue walking. "I try to go to most of the impressions, although there have been a few times when Moth or I have not been feeling up to it. Luckily, it has never been both at the same time; that would make for a rather miserable evening." She did particularly remember that hatching however, mostly because of Moth's amourous skimirish with another green from an opposite Weyr. Moth hardly got into the typical haughty and lusty green mood swings they occasionally shift into, but regardless, Moth was a green and did have her eyes always about- particular on browns and occasionally bronzes.
Unfourtnatly for Moth, she put up a horrible argument in a dragon's eye, (mostly due to her inherit benevolence, Farin assumed), and Moth spent more pouting after those instances then prancing.
Farin remembered it herself past that point, because the rider of the other green had thought it funny to start a fight with her; and Farin was the nasty one.
She shook her head, and picked up her pace a bit, snickering.
"Dragons are funny that way." Farin spoke, regaurding the Blue's comment to Kayla- which although she did not hear, she did hear the rider's comment to it. Moth herself was known to privatly interject comments at the most innappropriate of times.
"Are you still a healer?" Farin blinked, glancing backwards to the girl. "Healers are never unwelcomed in the weyr. Espiecially now that the ranks have been rearranged. There will be a lot of confusion the next threadfall." Although it would have been wrong to instantly believe this, Farin did assume the worst with the first threadfight of this year. She always worried about things.
But, niether confusion nor injury could hardly stop Farin from flying. Unless that injury happened to be upon Moth.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2004 6:56 pm
"Yes, when I have time I keep up with the classes and such. And every year I help out with the numbweed." Kalya makes a face at the rememberance of the stench. "Now Tarl gets to help out, he likes the smell about as much as I do. If only we could find something that worked just as well but wouldn't make you want to turn your nose inside out. Numbweed really is a case of the good with the bad but we would be short many more lives if it wasn't so good." She shakes her head and halts suddenly, finding the main corriador to the washrooms. "Its the same with the Werys. They are cold and drafty but the best place to be in freadfall." In answer to a rumble from her partner she quickly added. "Except of course on a dragon fighting thread." She grins.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2004 7:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2004 10:29 pm
(from kitchens)
T'bell smiled at her over his shoulder, "Nice to meet you then." He walked a ways, headed to the records room, when he stopped rather suddenly. "Actually," He murmered, "I...I'm not sure where in the records room they'd be, but I can get you another source that's just as accurate, if you don't mind." He turned and gave her a half-smile. It nagged at him, that he was going to show her his journal. He'd copied down every death, every last person and dragon with as accurate a time as he could, as well as their symptoms as they died in hopes that it would aid in researching a cure should the illness hit again.
"The only thing is..." He shifted uncomfortably, "It's kind of private, so you'd have to copy them under my eye...but I know the information's just as good as the records." He bit his lip with uncertainty before deciding that yes, it was worth it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2004 10:55 pm
Kirana smiled softly and nodded, "It sounds fine, and I promise. I'll only look at what the Hall needs," She said, nodding as the green firelizard on her shoulder creeled for more food.
"Verde, hush. Go bother Riran for food," Kirana said, tossing the flitter another meatroll as the green obeyed, catching it before winking between.
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2004 11:00 am
"Great." He smiled, more to hide his nervousness, and spun around, taking another corridor that would eventually lead to his weyr. "I have two little watchwher hatchlings and Liliath's asleep, just warning you. The little beasts shoudn't be a problem though."
So up the rough-hewn stone steps to another corridor it was, then left, right, and left once more nearing the outer edges of the weyr. Finally he turned down a lonely set of stairs in an empty hall.
(continued in AIM, later to be posted in T'bells journal)
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2005 1:59 pm
Kirana sighed, stretching her hands up over her head as she wandered down the halls of the Weyr, rubbing her eyes. She had been in the records room the whole night before, reading over things to make sure that all the information she had was accurate.
It was. Right down to the last letter. But she hadn't expected any less. Verde clung to her shoulder while her newest unexpected addition was still sleeping in her room. Kirana had aquired the light blue fire lizard she had named Azure through almost as unusual means as she had Verde. He'd been meant for someone else, she was sure, but the pot had been abandoned and unattended on the kitchen hearth. It wasn't her fault she was the only one around when the little dear was hatching. Either way, she had a new companion to take care of now. One which woke sharding early demanding food, Kirana thought to herself as she rubbed her eyes and yawned.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2005 11:51 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2005 8:18 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2005 3:26 am
Werewolf "I would hate to see what a leg happened to look like, before needing amputation because of some packfin slime." The woman grimaced, her stern face a bit pulled from the sides. "But as for my dragon; She simply dotes over everything." o O (*sniffles* I had a post written and I lost it >_< *thwacks Gaia*) "Well it was fortunate that the wound was low on the leg and so he did not loose too much. He was lucky, I believe he still mans his own boat." Kalya shook her head. "I am so amazed sometimes how hardy the men of the sea can be. And women..." She added quickly. "They are like dragonriders. I have seen some of the worst threadscoring on a person and he is ready to go fight more thread. It is harder to keep them in bed so they can rest and heal their bodies. It is quite the opposite than in the holds." She giggles. "There, we have more trouble getting them out of bed and back to work." She decided to pull out a few essential items and dropped the rest back into the basket. "I don't think I will ever understand dragonriders, and I am one! I have been here five turns so far and I am sure it will be another five before I even begin to understand." She gathered the few clothes left in her arms and then paused in her work. "I don't think I would ever be able to leave though. The Weyr gets into your blood, the majesty of watching the dragons taking off or landing, feeling the wind rush past your face, even the cold of between. No I don't think I would ever be able to leave the Weyr, even if I may never understand how it works."o O (Well that came out a completely different direction than before but think I like it)
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2005 5:30 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 10:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2005 5:54 am
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