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Tiar's weyr is right on the ground to allow easy access for her and Tarsk. Inside you'll find a small alcove that was originally designed for a dragon, but has been padded with rags and blankets to fit the growing Tarsk. Though right now with the wher being so small she simply sleeps in Tiars bed which is shoved into a corner next to a rather battered desk. There's a small bathing alcove tucked behind a curtain near the back. Coming through the entrance you'll be met by Tarsk's sleeping alcove, Tiar's living area and bed are sectioned off from there by a curtain, same goes with the front of the weyr to prevent light from entering. Don't even bother trying to sneak in or enter without announcing yourself. Tarsk won't hesitate to leap at you.





Tiar's Bunk is open to Rping and current non-closed rp's will not have a bold title over them

Meeting R'yn and being shown around the Weyr

Tiar stood speechless as she eyed the many winding halls in front of her. Her life had just drastically changed. One minute she was going to head back to the crafthall, next she'd been searched, told to collect her things from home and come back to Ista. Her things deposited she stood outside the candidate barracks looking aimlessly around and not sure what to do next. True she was told she'd continue to smith and forge instead of the regular chores since the sprayers and flamers were currently in such demand, hut she still felt adrift. An outsider in a new and foreign place. Without the hatching crowd the Weyr felt rather empty and she felt very much alone.

"Zara, get back here!" came a tenor, followed by a boy with Weyrling's knots on his shoulder. He nearly bumped into Tiar as he passed, apparently attempting to catch this "Zara". "Zara, give that back! T'rel's going to kill me! I'm supposed to--" the small boy paused in his running to study Tiar. He turned around slowly. "Shards, I'm sorry," he apologized. "Did I hit you?"
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His attention however was quickly stolen by the firelizard he'd been chasing. The golden firelizard had appeared from between in front of him. "Zara!" he cried, reaching for her. "I'm supposed to copy down those records for T'rel!" The boy, despite his weyrling knots, looked to be nine or ten turns old. He was tan and freckled, and blue eyes sparkled mischieviously as he watched his gold. "Oh, sorry," he added to Tiar. "I'm R'yn, bronze Gereth's rider. And she--" he gestured to Zara, "is Zara."

Tiar steadied herself after the boy bumped into her bracing herself against the wall before pushing back up onto her feet. Dusting herself off she looked around trying to figure out who this "Zara" was and why the young boy seemed to be chasing it. Noticing he had stopped and turned to look at her apologizing she offered him a small reserved smile. "It's fine. No harm done." She replied waving the whole incident off when her eyes too spotted the flicker of gold as the little lizard came out from between, some scrolls clutched in it's little talons. It didn't take long for the boy to introduce himself and his little golden pet. "A bronze rider?" Tiar exclaimed blinking in surprise before shrugging it off. He looked a bit young to be a rider at all, but she supposed it was all the dragons choice age or not. "It's pleasure to meet you R'yn and. . ." She paused nodding to the gold as she pulled a small half eaten bit of jerkey from her pocket trying to lure the gold closer in hopes of helping the boy retrieve his lost item. "Golden Zara." Tiar politely greeted the little Queen hoping the introduction might give her the upper hand or at least distract the creature long enough for poor R'yn to retrieve what he needed.

"Yeah, I Impressed last clutch," R'yn said conversationally. "I'd waited turns and turns to Impress, and Gereth finally found me." He beamed at her before shrugging. "You sound surprised, though, why?" He was used to people mistaking his age. He knew he was short. People tended to remind him of this by ruffling his hair. Zara gave a chirp and dove for the jerky in Tiar's hand. She perched on the girl's shoulder, looking pleased with herself as she gazed on at R'yn. She gave a smug trill before nuzzling Tiar's cheek.

Tiar took advantage of the Queen's distracted to steal what she had stolen from the little golds claws handing it over to R'yn before reaching one hand up to very carefully caress the little gold. "She's a beautiful little creature R'yn." She complimented the rider smiling gently as the gold gobbled up the last of the jerky. "I apologize for seeming surprised. You simply look so young and I wasn't expecting to meet a bronze rider so soon in coming here." Tiar explained smiling as the little gold nuzzled her cheek getting the distinct feeling the creature was teasing it's owner as the woman glanced at it.

"Isn't she?" R'yn never passed up the chance to admire his little gold. He'd found her egg in the Istan sands a few turns ago, and she had been his only companion for a while. Until he'd met N'rin. "Oh, I'm fifteen turns," he told her matter of factly. "I started standing at eleven, you know--I was born here in the Weyr and that's the youngest you can stand. But I never Impressed! I thought I never would. Then Rath rose and she had a clutch--and I Impressed Gereth!" he beamed. "It's nice to meet you--er, what's your name anyway? You're a candidate, aren't you? I'll show you around! I can show you the beach, and I'll introduce you to Gereth--he's huge, you know--and I'll show you where we eat and everything."

"I'd like that very much." She said with a nod and a smile unsure whether to leave the gold or attempt to unhook the little creature and return her to her owner. For the moment she settled on letting the firelizard be. "My name is Tiar. I'm a smith crafthall apprentice under Master Kervian, but I was searched well more like kept as a candidate. I was found right after the Hatching and searched before I could leave." Tiar explained moving to shrug, but thought better of it with her current perching companion. "I would think so. Zelith, when I saw him, was massive. He's the one that flew Rath correct? So if your dragon is anything like his sire he must be on the large side." She agreed moving to follow the boy somewhat surprised to hear he was so much older then expected, but kept such
emotions to herself lest she embarrass him. "So what was all the fuss with your firelizard? Are you sure you can show me around? What ever you were doing sounded rather urgent?" Tiar asked concerned and curious baiting the boy for more information.
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Zara gave a chirp and nipped at Tiar's hair. She flared her wings and seemed to be trying to impress the girl. She was lovely, wasn't she? She was large, and beautiful, and her clutch would be the best, wouldn't it? She gave the girl another playful n** before gliding to R'yn's shoulders, where she promptly curled her tail around his neck. She gave an inquisitive chirp, eyes whirling a content green.
"Oh, you must be the girl T'rel and Zelith Searched," R'yn said with some awe. "Shards, you're lucky. Last person he Searched was Farrell right after Threadfell and all. He doesn't really go out on Searches now." He wasn't about to explain that people were concerned the Weyrleader would between; it wasn't that T'rel wouldn't go on Search, he wasn't quite allowed to. Bronzes, like all other colors, invariably obeyed golds, whether it was against their own wishes or not. "Yeah, Zelith flew Rath. Everyone was really surprised when that happened, because Ky't and T'rel were both so young. But Ky't had chosen T'rel--you know, I didn't even know people could do that--but they were weyrmates."

Tiar laughed smiling brightly at the preening gold. "Yes little queen you're quite the pretty thing." She assured the little creature deciding to give it the attention it sought. Chuckling she ignored the occasional n** that pulled stray strands of her copper bronze hair from it's tight braid to frame her face. Once the little gold had left her shoulder she reached up a hand tucking the stray hair behind her with an amused grin at the firelizards antics. Hearing him mention T'rel she blushed lightly in embarrassment lifting her hands to wave off any notions. "Oh no no no. I'm not that great. I was already at the weyr and Bronze Zelith just didn't see any sense in letting me leave only to have me brought back again on another search." She explained not wanting anyone to get the wrong ideas.
She wanted to do her best to fit in within reason and adapt. "But uh yes. I was the one T'rel stumbled upon, to answer your question. Though I can see why people might be surprised. I mean T'rel is only a turn older then I am. I don't know much about the Weyr, but that does seem rather young to be in such a position of power." Tiar spoke musing over what he'd told her before giving a shrug. "So what do you plan to show me first?" She asked flashing R'yn one of her more reserved stunning smiles, the woman's attention now fully on the young rider as she leaned towards him watching the boy expectantly.

"I've known T'rel since he was a candidate," R'yn said with a smile. "Five turns or so ago. He'd just come from the Harperhall, and I was asked to show him around by the Headwoman. He was as lost as a wherry without its head!" He paused and smirked. "That's Zelith for you. He's pretty picky. Last clutch, he told everyone he'd eat us if we hurt his eggs. Like he'd laid them! And then T'rel pretended to be a candidate and scared everyone before the touching. It was an excellent prank. Everyone fell for it, except me and N'rin. Some people guessed. He was being rather obvious; he can't lie to save his life. Kept talking and being helpful, pretty sure everyone knew he wasn't a candidate before he told them. He kept looking towards Zelith. I don't think they expected him to be Weyrleader though! Ticene was really surprised. She rides gold Calith--she's really pretty," he commented, blushing slightly. "Yeah, everyone was surprised. His youth's not the only thing, though. T'rel's really clumsy. And he's easily fooled. Trusts everyone. He's a good wingleader though," he added with a smile. "Best we've ever had. He's really focused... Well, he used to be. Before it happened." He didn't elaborate. "Oh, I'll show you the candidate barracks first," he said. The short weyrling made his way towards the barracks. "This is where you'll be sleeping from now on. You might be in here a month, you might be in here for turns. I lived here for five turns.
"Yes they sort of shuffled me in here after I arrived." Tiar said with a nod pointing out the trunks she'd shoved under her bunk that held her tools and clothes. "I can see why people would be surprised at him being Weyrleader, I'm surprised. Not that he's not a good person. Just I'm not sure how he's made it this far being as you've described him. Being the leader of a Weyr sounds like a rather political job specially now with the tithes and treaties and searches." She replied frowning in though as she toyed with the edge of her gloves. The woman always seemed to have a pair on or her hair back. There was even a nasty rumor back at the crafthall that she didn't have any skin on her hands and had to wear the gloves to protect them. Hearing R'yn mention the gold and blush she grinned.
"Sounds like someone has a crush. Don't worry your a handsome man I'm sure you'll find yourself a nice girl soon enough." Tiar teased lightly flashing him a smile.

"Oh, the Weyrwoman deals with tithes and treaties," R'yn said, shrugging. "The Weyrleader really doesn't have anything to do with that sort of thing, just like the Weyrwoman doesn't handle flights and formations. That's T'rel's job." He explained with a smile. "He's pretty good at it, really. He deals mostly with Fort's Weyrleader. Most of our transfers come from there. Ista Hold and the smaller holds tithe to us, and we protect them during Threadfall. It's pretty simple, really. Since Ky't died, we have our junior weyrwomen handling the domestic duties until one of their golds rise and we've got a Weyrwoman. Until then, T'rel's got everyone helping him."
He blushed again and shook his head. "Do not," he said. "We're just friends."

"Whatever you say R'yn." Tiar teased nudging the boy gently, urging him to show her more of the Weyr. "Well I hope he does well. The entire weyr is depending on him right now. I'll admit he did seem rather distraught when I first met him, but then again most of that day is hazy too me. I was in a bit of shock over that massacre of a hatching." Tiar spoke with a shudder at the memory trying to shake herself from the fear that gripped her heart at just the idea of so much death and to such precious creatures.

"His Weyrmate died right after Amarath rose," R'yn explained, expression darkening. "He's holding out well enough now. He wasn't doing well before. Blames himself, you see. Ky't suicided. Most of the Weyr believes she died of infection and all--she was pretty badly hurt when Thread fell." He paused and frowned slightly. "Was it really that bad? I heard it was. I couldn't go. The healer wouldn't let me leave. I'd had something like firehead for two or so sevendays. It was terrible. I never even realized I was sick until I could hardly get out of bed." He led her to the Weyrling barracks next. "This is where the Weyrlings are," he explained. "We get more space," he added. "Soon though, we'll be graduating. Our dragons are getting to be full grown."

"Yeah we didn't get hit as bad as other places, but the healers all over had their hands full with thread scoring. A lot of people didn't make it. I'm sorry to hear about his Weyrmate dying. I truly am. Just it seems he and I have very different ways of dealing with grief. I just work myself half to death." She said with a shrug, not that she didn't do the same on a normal basis to begin with. The woman never seemed to be able to relax unless she was completely exhausted and even then she was still mentally plotting away. "I hope he can make it through this. The entire weyr feels like a tomb everyones so solemn and this is I coming from the smith craft saying this. Our Masters maybe crack a smile once a ten turn." She said shaking her head as she followed R'yn down the hall ways trailing
him as she glanced around mentally mapping out the area. Eyeing the weyrling barracks she chuckled. "Well I doubt you could very well share a candidate bunk with a dragon. I bet they'd hog the covers something awful." She joked lightly trying to off set the grim mood.

"Working yourself to death is bad for you," R'yn commented. "T'rel's told me. You stop enjoying life and live to work instead. You stop doing what you find fun, and eventually, people go mad." He shook his head sadly. "When I heard what happened to Ky't..." he shrugged, and had to wipe at his cheek. "She was my friend." / "It's usually a nice place," he assured her. "T'rel's a prankster, and his Weyrsecond's the same way, I think. I haven't had much chance to talk to him. He and T'rel are usually busy talking wing formations or whatnot." / R'yn cracked a smile at the joke. "They hog the blankets even in there," he gestured to the weyrling barracks. "At least they're warm."

"Eh. Letting yourself rot in bed can be just as bad if not worse. Sides I love my work." She answered with a shrug and a grin continuing to observe her surroundings. Though she was glad to see the boy finally crack a smile. "I would think they'd have to be warm to go between. It' s so cold there they'd freeze otherwise. I mean we humans have to bundle up in practically five layers of fur just to be semi-comfortable."


"He doesn't rot in bed," R'yn said defensively. "Don't talk about things you don't know. Just because he's unhappy..." he grumbled and started making his way to the kitchens. "You've no right to judge people. Haven't I said he's usually busy with Z'iv?" Fuming, the weyrling entered the kitchens and seemed to be muttering in a low voice to a tall, willowy girl. "Tiar, this is Sella. Sella, Tiar. Sella works in the kitchens. She makes some of the best bubblypies in all of Pern." / Sella blushed and shook her head at the younger boy, moving to ruffle his hair. "You'd know," she said good naturedly. "You steal them right as they're done! So what's this 'bout upsetting you, R'yn? This girl?" She glanced at Tiar. Sella was a cheerful thing, with lips that naturally seemed to curve upwards.

Tiar simply arched an eyebrow at R'yn shaking her head with a sigh. "I never said T'rel did. My. . ." She paused throat locking up and a look of pain flashing through her eyes. "I never said he did anything. I simply said letting yourself rot is no better then working to death." Tiar replied reinforcing her words as she gave Sella a polite nod. "It's good to meet you. I'll keep in mind the bubbly pies." She replied with a pleasant if not false smile, her emotional mask firmly back in place once more as she silent berated herself for the slip. "I seem to have upset R'yn by unknowingly talking about things I didn't know I didn't know I was talking about."

Sella sighed. "He's sensitive," she muttered, moving to hand R'yn a biscuit. She offered Tiar one as well. "Came in the other day, didn't you, R'yn? Swearing up and down that some harper was claiming to be T'rel's father? By the shell, everyone knows his parents died when he was a lad." She ruffled R'yn's hair affectionately. "Silly boy," she mused. "Always coming in with the strangest stories. What's this about letting someone rot, though? R'yn! What've you been thinking of?" She moved as if to check his teeth, before grinning. "How they don't fall out when you eat so many bubblypies..." she said in wonder.

"It's fine. I'm just used to the more callous natures of my crafthall." Tiar said giving R'yn a small apologetic smile before turning back to Sella. "I'm sure wild stories or no some facts are mired in truth." She replied deciding to give him her vote for what it was worth. "I can't blame him for wanting to eat so many bubbly pies. They are delicious and if yours are as good as he says they are I bet they're hard to resist."

A Game of Chance or The Hatching of Golden Tarsk
Tiar and T'rel

Typically traders would make their trips straight to their destination without stopping if they could help it. Yet that was during a time when thread was not such a deadly threat. Now the traders went from Hold, to Crafthall, to Weyr on their destinations. The life of a wander far more dangerous in this day and age with the silver menace looming large. It was with this in mind that a small group of traders on their way through Ista stopped in to visit T'rel's Weyr. The group being welcomed into the lower caverns as news and stories were passed around. This gossip went on for some time until eventually both Weyrfolk and Traders alike began to turn in. One small group sitting near the back though remained. A mixed sort of company between candidates, riders, and traders as they dealt their hands in a friendly game of poker playing for scant goods and marks.

T'rel always liked gossip. He always had, since he had been young and in the Harper Hall. Perhaps it had something to do with how he was raised. He always enjoyed visiting with traders. After all, his weyrsecond was one. They always had news and stories; new songs from hold harpers. It was like a small gather! The event certainly seemed to put the grieving man into good spirits. He'd greeted them as old friends.

But now, it was getting late. And though the light from the glows set out was beginning to dim, a group of people remained. T'rel felt the need to keep watch.

Among the group he spotted a familiar head of long braided copper hair. Tiar sat near the end of the table, dolling out a few more marks. Completely absorbed in her game of cards. There were only three others remaining in the game. The other two having folded leaving one dragon rider, two traders and Tiar herself who was putting her emotional poker face to excellent use. The stakes were gradually rising with each knew hand of cards.

T'rel moved closer to the group, curious. Was that Tiar? She had just gotten to Ista and she was already gambling and breaking curfew? He knew she was new to the laws of the Weyr, so he decided to cut her some slack. Besides, she looked like she was having fun--at least he thought so. But what if she wasn't?

Tiar glanced over her shoulder at T'rel giving him a jaunty wink. "Sorry Weyrleader. Games running bit later then expected." She explained quickly dolling out her cards before her opponents could escape unscathed. "Hmph. Quite the candidate you got here Weyrleader T'rel. Are all the women here this adept with cards?" Asked one of the two traders before folding out leaving just Tiar, the Rider, and the last trader and by the looks of things the blue rider was considering cutting his losses.

T'rel grinned. "Good luck, Tiar," he said, returning the wink. "It's alright." He paused and looked to the trader. "Probably," he said, considering. He'd never been one to gamble himself. He had difficulty controlling his expressions long enough to hide a smile.

Tiar nodded to him forcing her face into a puzzled frown as she stared down at her cards. The blue rider folding out leaving just her and the trader. Puffing her chest up she shifted her features trying to look brave though her face remained somewhat puzzled, much to the traders joy. "I'm upping the ante." Tiar spoke pushing the whole of her winnings so far into the middle in a rather large bluff. The trader matching it with a grin. "You think that's wise girl?" The trader asked, only to be met with an raised eyebrow. "I'm willing to risk it." Tiar replied goading the man on as he reached inside the saddlebags beside his feet pulling out a large wrinkled egg. "Then I match you." He spoke setting the egg down on the pile as the two stared each other down in a tense match.

T'rel was about to warn Tiar to stop playing; she would surely lose now. The trader seemed confident; even pulling out a wher egg! Those were worth hundreds of marks... "Shards," he muttered. "Tiar, that's a wher egg. If you--" if she won, and Impressed that wher, she wouldn't be able to be a dragonrider. He looked from the trader to Tiar, eyebrow furrowed in concern

Tiar glanced over her shoulder at him one more as the trader lay down his cards with a smirk. It was a good hand, a hard hand to beat, but she had better. With a smile Tiar laid down her own hand the trader cursing like a sailor when he laid eyes on her cards. Tossing his hands up in exasperation he shook his head. "All right girl I know when I'm beat. Take the marks and the egg and go in good health." He grumbled before rising to make his way to bed leaving Tiar to decide what to do with her winnings. Carefully putting her marks away she eyed the large round wrinkly thing on the table with a small content smile before tilting her head back to look at T'rel. "Don't worry Weyrleader. I'm a better hand at this game then I let on. Sides if we can get a breeding wher from the egg the Weyr will have no shortage of income." She spoke scooping the egg up in her arm and rising to her feet. "Sorry to have scared you though."

Tarel stared at her for a long time. He swallowed. "So... You're going to be a wherhandler?" he asked. He had thought she wanted to be a dragonrider. Zelith had picked her; out of all the people at the hatching, the bronze had picked the smithcraft apprentice. She could have Impressed a gold. F'rel had Impressed a bronze, and that was the only other candidate T'rel remembered Zelith choosing.

Tiar blinked up at him and laughed giving the man a reassuring smile to try to ease his worry. "Relax T'rel. I have no plans to become a wher handler, but you and I both know how much wher's are worth right now. Well probably more you then I. Think of how much the Weyr could prosper with another wher? Maybe even a green breeding one. No worries. I plan to find a nice home for this egg." She assured the man patting his shoulders. She was even bold, or perhaps tipsy enough off of wine to stand on her tip toes and press a little kiss to the tip of his nose.

Tarel blinked and nodded in his confusion. Alright, she didn't want to be a wher handler. That was good. They needed more dragonriders like her. He gave her a smile. "Alright," he said. "I see your point. Ista could do with another wher..." he mused aloud. "With the raids and everything." He found himself blinking as Tiar placed a kiss on his nose. How was he supposed to respond to that? "Scimi's got a nice blue wher."
"Well yes. Also though this one's probably a watch-wher egg we could train the smaller hatchlings to become Miner whers. After all the mines have to be reopened to get firestone." She said giving him a smile as she let herself down to the balls of her feet. "Here T'rel if your so worried about it you hang on to the egg and find it a good home." Tiar spoke with a grin offering the egg out to him. Apparently the eggs occupant didn't like that idea one bit. No it liked this woman, she was clever, smart, good woman. She was sick of being shifted around here and there. And with a loud sharp crack the occupant of the egg announced her rebellion.

"It's hatching, Tiar," T'rel said with some awe, backing away from the egg. "Go somewhere dark. Whers are nocturnal, they can't be in the light like this," he gestured to the glows. "Quickly! I'll have one of the kitchen workers bring up some oats to you." He fled the scene, still uncertain as to how he was supposed to act towards the girl. She was...strange. What other candidate would dare kiss their weyrleader, in any sense?

That's what he was. Her weyrleader. And now she would be a wherhandler.

Tiar didn't move fast enough as the shell practically burst open in an explosion of fragments. A bright glittering gold head snapping out to try to latch it's toothless maw around T'rel's arm flashing soft claws trying to rend flesh. BACK! BACK! This one was hers!!! The little one hissed and creeled in fury it's golden tail wrapping tight around Tiar's arm only to suddenly screech in pain. Oh the bright! It was too bright! The little golds cries of pain knocked Tiar back to her senses and doing the first thing she could think of she pulled the wher back tucking it into the dark of her jacket. Turning wide eyes to T'rel she looked up at him with a mix of fear, love, and awe only a few stuttering words managing to get past her surprised lips. "Not a green at all. A gold!" She gasped before the man shooed her off to one of the darkened guest rooms.

ella walked into the guest room carefully, making sure not to allow any light into the room. She carried a large bucket full of wet oats--and things she didn't want to know, she was sure. The girl was only about sixteen turns old. "Here you are," she said. "For your wher. The Weyrleader says to be careful."

Sella found Tiar sitting in one of the corners, the glistening gold wher Queen tucked against the girls chest. Looking up from the vibrant little creature she could just make out the shape of Sella against the dim light of the door. "Thank you. She's very hungry." Tiar whispered stroking the wher's eye ridges as the little creature crooned letting out a pathetic hungry warble when it smelled food.

Sella left the guest room as carefully as she had entered. She opened the door slowly, to make sure no light came in, but closed it quickly--softly however, to avoid additional noise. "I'll bring you more oats soon," she promised.

Watching the woman go Tiar slowly got to her feet, the little foot in a half long wher still clutched close to her chest until the little ones whining forced her to let the Queen down. The wher needed no coaxing to feed and only Tiar's steady hands kept her from tipping the bucket of oats and what smelled like blood all over the floor. It wasn't till Tarsk was fed and curled into Tiar's arms that the woman finally broke down.

Bending her head, shoulders slumping Tiar cried for the first time since she'd come to the Weyr. A deep gasping sobbing cry that shook her body and made Tarsk chirrup at her in concern fearing she was the cause of her bonded's distress. "No. No little one. Your the most beautiful glorious thing in all of Pern Tarsk." She assured the little Wher and even with tears spilling down her cheeks she could not stop the smile that played over her face when she looked at her Queen.

No she as not crying for her lost chance at a dragon, nor at impressing a wher. After all a Queen wher was nothing to shake a stick at. The creatures were as rare as Queen dragons and far more dangerous. No Tiar was crying for a different reason.

"I thought he'd come back." Tiar sobbed burying her face against the little wher who was doing the best her little mind could to assure her that the mean man was mean. That Tiar was so much better and shouldn't upset over the likes of him. She was here after all and she would never leave Tiar ever again.

"T'rel." She whimpered out one last time as Wher and Handler drifted to sleep.