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Lylia Gets Pranked
May 16th

Central Bowl (#3812)
Seven spindles brush the clouds -- quite literally -- overhead, a jagged,
spired cotillion grey-stoned majesty. The bowl from here is expansively
large, extending a full half mile in both directions, and although sometimes
a bit of a stretch, most of the hubs of activity can be easily observed.
Hard-packed ground shows the common pathways, all of them meandering about
the craggy bunch of boulders that form a centerpiece: carven, hand-worn and
foothold-full, it gives a bit of centerpoint to the otherwise vast emptiness of
the area. To the north lie the hatching grounds and leadership weyrs, while the lows of
herdbeasts mark the feeding pens to the northeast. A flurry of ever-present
activity marks the living caverns to the west, and another time-traveled path
the ground weyrs just adjacent to the southwest. Southeast, a glint of blue
shows the lake, glittering and cold.
It is a spring afternoon. The weather on this spring afternoon lends
itself to laziness. The air is comfortably warm, the sunlight bright, and
the soft breeze, fragrant of spring, makes you want find a sunny spot and
curl up to enjoy the day.
Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are Zhaneel, Nox, Reno, Vanitas,
Miki, Tremayne, Primavera, Butterfly, Monarch, Leannan, Spoingy, Eiri, and
Crimao.
Bronze Nhamarath, green Siulth, green Yshanth, brown Djarreth, brown Revnath,
green Zaqith, and blue Sriath are here.
You see a wagonmaster here.
Iri is here.
Obvious exits:
Pens Northern Bowl Caverns Ground Weyrs Lakeside Guards HQ

Iri (#10454)
Before you stands a young woman, still full of spunk and energy from her
teenage years. She's bursting with enthusiasm, but often a little spacy or
even dense at times. She's not very tall, but not very short either; she's
about 1.5 meters. Her face is cute, but probably not beautiful with a button nose and
rosey cheeks. Her eyes are probably her best feature, a pale teal tinged with
other greens and little yellow flecks that shine in the sunlight surround her
pupils. A mess of orange-red hair covers her head. It has a curl to it; not
much, but enough to make Iri have frequent fits with it. Her hair is usually
fluffy; shes obviously not been frequently swimming anymore. She has strong
fidelity to both of her homes and the spark in her eyes and smug expression
that always seems to occupy her face proves it.
Iri has on the traditional white robes of a Candidate. It's somewhat dusty
and carries a bit of sand, which marks it as old and used. The person who Iri
got it from must have been taller than her, because the robe folds around her
feet and bunches up around her waist. The arms look like monk sleeves;
they're so baggy and could act as pockets. Iri had it personalized a bit,
though. On the left side of the colar of the robe is her name embroidered in
white, barely visable. And on her right shoulder is the symbol of the
dolphincraft embroidered in white, too. Iri couldn't have done the stitching
herself, so she must have requested it done by the weavers. Raksha looks like
a queen sitting on Iri's left hand.
Black and royal blue have been weaved together in the traditional pattern.
Along with those bold colors is a small cord of periwinkle blue, the color of
her lifemate. The knot gives her the title of High Reaches Weyr wingrider,
Impressed to a blue.
She is wearing a silver chain bracelet with the Senior Apprentice charms.
Iri is 22 Turns, 8 months, and 13 days old.

Casual -- too casual -- strides carry Pia out of the living cavern, despite
the nervous darting of her eyes. "You're Iri, correct?" asks the Candidate,
sidling towards the rider.

A robe-clad candidate(?) leans against another very big, very blue
Candidate.... "Who? Me?" Iri asks. "Naw. I'm Tiri."

Auri steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Loren steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

"Tiri." Pia repeats, a half-smile tugging at her lips. "Indeed. I'm... well,
who needs names, really?" Gaze flicks towards the blue dragon. "Perfect."

Ragis steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Sriath pulls back the lips of his muzzle. He's perfect? Why yes he is... Iri
speaks for him. "This is Sri- Uh... Sriat. Yeah. And he does seem to think
he's perfect. You guys candies, too?"

Auri giggles. "Heehee, that's funny Ir- I mean Tiri." First she had trouble
calling her non-bluerider friend Iri, now she has problems calling the same
woman Tiri. Poor, confused Auri. "Once a candidate, always a candidate," says
Auri proudly, modifying the 'brat motto a bit to serve her own purposes.
"So...um..are we going to do the /thing/, Pia?"

"Now," Pia announces, smile widening -- /amazing/ --, "is the /perfect/ time
to do the thing. Who was supposed to bring it?" Ah, the petty details.

Quiet and oh-so-innocent Loren scurries cheerfully out from the caverns,
still munching on a cookie. See, cookies mean innocence.. and stuff. "H'llo,
Pia!" Not-quite-familiar Ragis is given a shy fingerwaggle, and Loren
promptly adds: "G'afternoon, Ragis." Politeness. Cookies. How nice. Fellow
Candidate Auri is immediatly stepped next to, and the Iri-Tiri nearby is also
given a fingerwiggle. "G'afternoon, ma'am. ..bring what?.. ooh.. erm.. not
me. " Ever polite, ne? Of course.

Auri makes a squeaking sound. "Oooh, ooh I was supposed to but I forget it
but I'll go get it now okay?" With that stream of words, Auri sprints off to
retrieve the 'it', waving quickly to Ragis on the way.

Ragis nods and smiles. "Hey, Loren, Auri....Pia." he says softly. "What's
up?" He looks around the bowl, wondering what chore the three girls are out
here for.

Auri prances to the Pens.

Iri grins and gives a wave to Loren. "No need for formalities. We're all
just Candies, right?" She grins up at the Candie-draggie. "Whatcha thinkin'
bout, Sriat? Cookies, right? Figures."

Pia's eyes flick nervously. "Ragis, will you keep a secret?" Hands twitch,
fingers wiggling, and the ex-apprentice gazes at the other Candidate. "You
will, won't you?"

Edaeyn steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Ragis frowns and peers at the girl for a moment. "Of course I can keep a
secret....better than some folk I know." he says softly. "What's up?"

D'renn meanders in from the north.

Giggles muffle Pia's words, but she manages to sputter out: "We are gonna---"
Voice trails off, and the Candidate gazes adoringly at the Weyrlingmaster.
"Hi," she coos, all thoughts of pranks and llamas forgotten.

Edaeyn steps out into the bowl from the living caverns, eyebrows arched at
the small cluster of candidates. "Hello ..." Eyes skid from D'renn to the
others, and back, just the slightest lilt to the brows.

D'renn strolls down from the direction of the weyrling barracks and all those
half-grown weyrlings he's been bossing around; a strangely soft and
thoughtful smile on his face. Though that sharpens up soon enough as he spots
the Candidates... "What are you lot doing out here, eh?"

Iri's gaze slides over to D'renn. "Hullo, weyrling master, how're you?" she
asks as she dusts off her white Candie robe and leans against bedsheet-clad
'Sriat'.

Ragis blinks in confusion at Pia and shakes his head, though he understands
why she might have broken off when he sees D'renn strolling down the bowl.
He smiles a greeting to Edaeyn as she comes from the caverns.

Loren continues to innocently munch on that innocently-munched cookie,
amethyst gaze darting randomly from Tiri and Sriat to the other Candidates,
finally coming to rest upon the Weyrlingmaster. 'Rider is given a
cookie-comb-randomthings salute --a force of habit, you see-- before the
runner-turned-Candidate continues to munch. "G'afternoon, Weyrlingmaster,
sir.. erm.. we're.. doing chores?" But of course.

"Tiri.. er, Iri was just showing us some things on her dragon," Pia supplies
quickly. "Weren't you, T-Iri?"

"I'm fine...." D'renn answers Iri absently - /very/ absently- before looking
again at the dragon. "Erm. What's going on?"

Iri gives Pia a skeptical look. "Dragon? I ain't Impressed yet." She
pauses. "You ain't callin' Sriat /fat/ are you?" she inquires as the blue's
nostrils flare in mock-rage.

"Um," Pia answers intelligently. "No." Play along, calmly.

Iri looks at D'renn innocently. "Nuthin', weyrlingmaster, sir..."

Edaeyn blinks a little. "I'd help if you if I could, but I've not a clue
myself ..."

Loren, having run out of innocent-cookie to munch on, hauls a meatroll from a
pocket. "..nothing.. sir?.. we're.. um.." Eating meatrolls. "..erm.. just
talking? And stuff?" Maybe.

Auri appears from the dust-filled pens.

Auri drops a...llama? Huh?.

a...llama? Huh? (#6900)
A bizarre, surreal llama, of all things, not to mention an ugly, ornery
llama, in the strangest hue of deep reddish lavender, from head to toe. Head
to toe, that is, besides the huge teal letters that are also dyed into this
unfortunate beast's wool. Huge teal letters that say: To Lylia: A gift from
the Candidates!

"I think I'll get Thesy to have a word with you, /wingmate/," D'renn tells
Iri, shaking his head. This is getting too too strange even for D'renn.

Across the bowl, coming from the pens, a very excited pink candidate comes,
toting the brightly dyed 'it' by a rope. "I got it! I got it!" She stops in
her tracks as she looks at D'renn. "Oh, hi, weyrlingmaser D'renn, sir. Are
you helping us?" The 'it' behind her blehs, and spits in the dirt before
everyone's feet. "Um..."

Pia glances frantically towards D'renn, eyes flicking from llama to rider to
weyrlingmaster. And, she sidles sideways, body blocking those too conspicious
words.

Iri grins at D'renn. "Wow! Haven't even 'pressed and he's already inviting
me inta the wing! Thanks, weyrlingmaster D'renn!"

Maeva glides in from the Beach.

D'renn scowls. Alright, someone's playing silly games and it's not him.
"Someone will /definitely/ be having a wword with you, Iri. You have
responsibilities, remember?" And with a glower and a frown and a glare,
D'renn disappears indoors.

D'renn strides to the Caverns.

Ragis sidles over to Edaeyn and leans over to ask, "Umm......You know what's
going on?" He watches the weyrlingmaster and rider who claims she isn't and
the other candidates.

Loren resumes her random-eyeing, crystalline orbs now shooting from the
most-likely confused D'renn to the llama. The /ugly/ llama. And Auri, but of
course. Auri is once more scurried towards, Loren still munching. "D'renn
came," ex-runner mutters under her breath in the general direction of Auri.
"See? ..ooh, he's gone. C'mon, le'ss go, le'ss go." Hurry-hurry-hurry--it's
more innocent than a munch, ne?

Edaeyn shakes her head, eyebrows taking another monumental dive upwards at
the arriving Auri and her four-legged partner in crime. "I'm beginning to
get an inkling ... what is *that*?" She frowns and amends her question.
"What is that *for*?"

Sriath eyes the llama. Wow, that looks yummy. He'd eat it, but that'd blow
his cover. Iri snorts after D'renn, glaring. "My name is /Tiri/! At least get
that right! Sharding rude, I'd say..." 'Sriat' whuffles in agreement.

Pia sucks in a huge breath. "Ok, Ragis, Edaeyn, we are going to put this in
Lylia's weyr." Devilish smile punctuates her words, along with the excited
bouncing of the Candidate. "See? Tiri and um, Sriat are going to help us."

Edaeyn blinks in puzzlement, looking rather as if she's missed a critical
dozen minutes in a fast-moving harper tale. "Doesn't strike me as a
particularly congenial place for a llama ..."

Sriat and Tiri exchange glances. "Ummm, how d'ya plan ta get all the way up
in Ly's weyr, hrm?" Sriat pokes Tiri with his wing but the girl shrugs it
off. "Quit that! Silly boy..."

Loren finishes off the meatroll, gleefully brushing off her tunic as she
scurries back towards Pia, nodding empathatically. "Yup." Oh-so-eloquent,
Loren is. It gets better with age.. or something. "..ooh, but tha's why we're
putting it /in/ there. So.. you know.. it.. it'll.. surprise her.. and
stuff."

Ragis chuckles softly and shakes his head. "Can I help? It sounds like
fun......And I haven't done a prank in ages....." he says. He doesn't bounce
on the balls of his feet, though it seems like he might if he were just a bit
younger.

"Well..." Pia drawls, pointed gaze sliding to the large blue 'Candidate'. "We
thought Sriat might help us. He's pretty strong. And big. Not /fat/ mind
you," the ex-Apprentice hurries to clarify, "But he's got /wings/."

Auri, on the other hand, is younger. So she does bounce. "This is going to be
/so/ fun." She pets the llama on it's face, which spits again making
disagreeable songs. "Isn't he the cutest? I love him already." She kisses the
big animal on its slimy nose, then makes a face, and wipes off her mouth with
a 'kerchief fiercely. "I'm sure Lylia will be overjoyed!"

Iri stares at Pia and her eyes then peek over at her large blue compainion.
"Um, so he does..." Then she darts over to Pia and stage-whispers. "Don't
tell anyone... But Sriat can /fly/!"

Edaeyn shakes her head. "Amazing. A candidate with wings." She moves to
walk around this oddity, inspecting it closely. "And which one of you is
going to clean up after the benighted creature?" She just has to bring this
up. "You could keep him in the barracks, Auri?" she offers.

"Don't worry," Pia replies, hand darting out to pat Iri comfortingly. "Your
secret is safe with me." Eyes flick back to the blue 'Candidate'. "Is Sriat
ready?" Asks the girl, beckoning Auri and 'It' closer with a crooked finger.

"..erm.. sure he's cute, Auri.." Not-quite-convinced Loren eyes the beast
warily, keeping a most-likely confused Quatre quiet on his perch on her
shoulder. "..yeah.. hrm? In the Barracks?" Edaeyn is blinked at, and Loren
shakes her head empathatically. "Nonono. Then.. it'd.. be with us, and stuff.
You know? And tha's bad." Oh-so-bad.

Auri and 'It', approach. "Oh, no Edaeyn. This cutie is for Lylia. It's a
present, so we can be nice to the riders." Ok...who's brainwashed her. "He's
even got a name, now. 'It'." She giggles, and mock-salutes Pia. "Yup, me an'
It are both ready."

Ragis shakes his head in agreement with Loren. "No....it's not a good idea
to keep It in the barracks with us......" he says. "Are we gonna put it up
in her weyr with food and stuff, I hope?"

Pia returns the salute, crisply. "Ready Tiri? Sriat?" Pausing, she raises a
brow at Tiri. "Will Sriat be able to carry all of us? Plus 'It'?"

Sriath really, really wants to eat that llama. He drools, tongue hanging out.
Of course, dragons also do that around people who are meant to be Candies,
sooooo... Well, it's one or the other. Iri begins pulling the robes away from
Sriat's wings and scrambles up his side. "Alright, all abord. Sriat's strong
'nough. Just hold on tight is all."

Auri picks up a...llama? Huh?.

Iri climbs up Sriath's side to get seated and ready for takeoff!

Auri climbs up Sriath's side to get seated and ready for takeoff!

Edaeyn glances from Loren and the others to Ragis, looking a little
despairing as it seems the sole source of sanity in this small collection is
gone. "Going to rope him off a space?" Maybe she ought to tag along for the
sake of ... keeping the disaster down?

Ragis climbs up Sriath's side to get seated and ready for takeoff!

Loren climbs up Sriath's side to get seated and ready for takeoff!

Edaeyn climbs up Sriath's side to get seated and ready for takeoff!

"I think that we are all ready, Tiri, if you are." Smile pulling at her lips,
Pia bounces a bit, twitching with excitement. /Animated/.

Sriath grunts under the weight. "Quit complainin'! It's all the cookies you
ate earlier! Silly dra- Err. Silly Candie!" Iri grins and pokes her big blue
friend in the back. "C'mon. Find Lylia's weyr."

Loren twitches her nose once, peering down at the nice little cookie she
dropped on the way up, then glancing up and forward again. "'is'll be
interesting.. wonder what Lylia'll say.. oh, I'm ready." It's only nice to
say, right? Of course.

You take off.

Above the Bowl
The ocean's tranquil thermals settle within the center section of the bowl's
airspace, unusually smooth and bouyant -- though oft to switch as the seasons
shift. Lingering beneath spires' constant presence, the perpetual activity of
the weyr can be observed from every direction: from the testing rustle of
dragonet wings, to the playful games sent aloft.
It is a spring afternoon. The weather on this spring afternoon lends
itself to laziness. The air is comfortably warm, the sunlight bright, and
the soft breeze, fragrant of spring, makes you want find a sunny spot and
curl up
to enjoy the day.
Obvious exits:
Northern Sky Weyrling Air Above the Pens Above the Lake Ledges

Above the Lake
A panorama unfolds beneath: the bowl beaten flat as it curves out from the
lake's chalky waters, dusky earth 'neath the endless stretch of sky above
before the Weyr's spindles break the view. Milky blue-green waters swirl
below, tempering the 'lizard filled air with gentle thermals that flow and
eddy through the Walls' many cracks and crevices. Scattered ledges mark the
nearby rocks, endless layers of Weyrs tucked into the wall as it sweeps right
up to the Star Stones high above.
It is a spring afternoon. The weather on this spring afternoon lends
itself to laziness. The air is comfortably warm, the sunlight bright, and
the soft breeze, fragrant of spring, makes you want find a sunny spot and
curl up to enjoy the day.
Gliding around is Neely.
Obvious exits:
Sky Beach Above the Pens Lake Above the Bowl Ledges

Sriath bugles, a loud high sound that bounces off the bowl nearby and echos
through the weyr. White robes get in his way, but he'll manage. After all,
his wings are the size of a brown's, giving him a lot more power. "Lylia's
ledge, comin' up!" Iri calls over the wind.

Sriath soars in for a landing on Druseth's ledge.

Druseth's Ledge
Time has weathered this ledge, wearing the dark grey stone smooth. Jutting
harshy out, shade seems to fall over one side, while allowing sunlight to
brighten the other to an almost smoky shade. On the sunny side of the ledge,
a few potted plants bloom with wild violet flowers along the edge. It's a
fairly large ledge, able to hold the a large brown with some room to spare.
Close to the lake, soft breezes can easily sweep over it, and yet provides a
lovely view.
It is a spring afternoon. The weather on this spring afternoon lends
itself to laziness. The air is comfortably warm, the sunlight bright, and
the soft breeze, fragrant of spring, makes you want find a sunny spot and
curl up to enjoy the day.
Inside the weyr, you see Druseth.
On the perch is Oren.
Obvious exits:
Weyr Fly

Ragis jumps down from Sriath's back with a playful nudge from Sriath.

Auri turns to look at her new wooly friend. "You're so adorable," she coo's
to the ugly, green-tongued animal. "I could just hug you and bring you home
for myself. But you're for Lylia." Auri looks concerned. "I hope he doesn't
get sick from being up here while we're still here..." Heaven forbid. But
luckily, the landing is swift.

Auri jumps down from Sriath's back with a playful nudge from Sriath.

Loren jumps down from Sriath's back with a playful nudge from Sriath.

From Sriath's neck, Edaeyn would bury her head in her hands, but she's too
busy holding on. "Madness," she remarks as she slides agilely down. "Get
another for yourself, Auri?"

Edaeyn jumps down from Sriath's back with a playful nudge from Sriath.

Iri jumps down from Sriath's back with a playful nudge from Sriath.

"It looks kinda slobbery," Pia ventures, examining the llama closely. "Hope
it /doesn't/ get air sick." There's no mention about messes from the other
end. "Should we leave it here, or push it deeper in?"

Loren dismounts, warily looking around and eyeing the llama-cossetting Auri.
"Eeeww. ...should we put it in the weyr so.. it doesn't.. fall off, or
something?" Isn't that a cheerful thought--squished llama. Eeww.

"Good, Sriat." Iri coos at her large periwinkle buddy. "Good landing and
everything. Maybe you ought to waer that Candie robe all the time." Sriat
doesn't look pleased... Iri continues, "Push the llama in where it'll end up
drooling on Druseth's couch! Oh, then of course, Dru'll suck it's blood dry..."

Edaeyn glances out towards the ledge. "It's not stupid enough that it might
walk off, is it?" Maybe she can get them to leash it ... that's the
candidate's present grand plan ...

"Let's leave it right by her bed, so she can wake up and see him and be all
surprised and happy!" suggests Auri, always thinking of her friends. "I'm
sure It would like to go inside, wouldn't you, It?" The llama blehs, and
spits, a big gooey glop on the ledge. Oh well, he's Lylia's problem now.

"Ew," Loren replies helpfully, backing farther away from 'It'. "I's gonna
spit all night.. I'm glad we aren't keeping It in the barracks."

"Ooo, that /is/ a good idea!" is Pia's cheery reply. "Now, of course we have
to be really quiet now. So we don't wake her up, of course." Voice lowers
progressively through the course of her words. "That would ruin it."

Auri drops a...llama? Huh?.

"..erm.. yeah. Quiet." Loren stalks.. stealthily?.. in the general direction
of the llama, making a vague attempt to practice. "But can we be sure that It
is gonna be quiet?" Maybe Auri can get it to keep it's llama-mouth shut. Maybe.

Iri pulls out something that looks like duct tape... "Sticky fabric anyone?"

"Blaaaaaah!" says It. Whoops, Loren spoke too late. Auri's cerulean eyes fly
open. "Oooh...shhh..." she says to the llama coaxingly. "It's okay...it's
okay..." She looks up at the rest. "I think he's hungry..." the blonde
candidate points out.

Edaeyn raises an eyebrow. "You're going to ... tape it ... to the wall?"

"..hungry?" Loren blinks once, turning a bit to eye Tiri's sticky-fabric,
then turning back to Auri. "..I have cookies?" Those always help. Right?

Ragis frowns. "Tape it? Why not just tie it to her bedpost?" he asks softly.

Sriath heard COOKIES! He pounces on Loren, well not literally. But he gets
in her face. COOKIES!

"No, no, don't tape it," Pia protests, sliding closer and closer to Lylia's
weyr. "Yeah, Ragis, that's a good idea. Bedpost. Now, only one of us should
go in there. Too noisy, all of us."

Edaeyn stands back and leans against the wall, as close to the ledge as
possible. "Hope someone remembered rope ..." Tying the thing up has got to
be better than letting it loose. Damage control.

"Blaaah?" The llama looks up inquistively. Cookies. Ooh. The wooly beast
turns and /glares/ at Sriath-err...Sriat. Cookies belong to /him/. Auri pats
the back of It's neck comfortingly. "Give him some cookies, and I'll bring
him in with the rope. He'll be quiet for me, won't you It?"

Loren twitches twice, backing nervously up as ..Candidate?.. Sriat swivles
his head towards her. "Erm.. Tiri-i-i.. wha's'ee want?.. erm.. here ya go,
Auri.." Two cookies are handed to Auri --hopefully--, and another one
produced for the maybe-cookie-hungry Srait. "Wanna cookie?"

"Come on, Auri," Pia beckons, sliding stealthily towards the weyr. "Let's get
in and out, before Lylia wakes up."

Sriath gobbles up the cookie Loren gives to him, leaving her a handfull of
slobber and /lunges/ for the the cookies given to Auri. Gimmie! "Sriat!" Iri
protests.

Loren groans perturbedly at the nice.. goober?.. Sriat gave her, shuddering.
"And I thought I might get out of here with only /two/ goobers. Why do they
always goob on /me-e-e/?" Goobers: Turnday Gifts for the Non-weak of Heart.

Auri picks up a...llama? Huh?.

Auri prances to the weyr.

Ragis blinks and asks, "Are we gonna let her do it all?" He peers into the
weyr but can't see past the shielding curtain.

Pia, also gazing through the curtains into the weyr, waves her hand at Ragis.
"Shhhhhhssss..." she hisses, weight shifting from foot to foot nervously.

Edaeyn spreads her hands. "I am ..." she says drolly. Although maybe that
isn't such a good idea.

You go to the Druseth's Midnight Prowling Lair.

Druseth's Midnight Prowling Lair (#6442)
Shadows stir in this stone weyr, shafts of light from glows giving it an odd
coziness and warmth. Clutter here, bareness there... It's a battle of styles,
a meshing of dark colors and heaps of stuff. The main part of the weyr is
covered with rushes, a large, comfortable area for Druseth to slumber, while hanging
in one near corner is a sturdy hammock. Stuffed pets, brushes, blankets in a
variety of vivid, if dark, shades, clothes, and other possessions pile
nearby, some hanging from the occasional peg. A small desk in one shadowed corner,
illuminated by the glowbasket overhead, seems more crammed with notes and
scrawls, sketches and such, than to be used for actual writing. The walls are
for the most part bare, stone giving a lovely gloominess, a mix of comforting
and sinister feelings. Still, the ceiling is painted, and well at that: light
gray knotwork winds about the room, black outlines defining the weaving
patterns, as it circles endlessly around the perimeter of the ceiling. Just
inside the knotwork are shades of dark green, fuzzily painted, looking like
the treetops of a dense forest. In the center of the weyr's ceiling, midnight
blue stretches out. Gleaming white specks, like the stars themselves, watch over
those below. Faint whirls of purple and sea green occasionally rippling
across the painted sky add a more ethereal quality, something for gazing at during
quiet nights between dragon and rider.
On the ledge, you see Sriath and four people.
Brown Druseth is here.
You see Introverted Brown Stuffed Flit, Stuffed Brown Dragon, Stuffed
Firelizard, Picture of Druseth, Picture of Druseth and Lylia, and a...llama?
Huh? here.
You notice Lylia asleep here.
Auri is here.
Obvious exits:
Ledge

Loren scurries timidly in from the Druseth's Ledge.

Ragis strolls in an unconsciously seductive manner in from the Druseth's
Ledge.

Edaeyn stalks restively in from the Druseth's Ledge.

Pia tip-toes in, voice pitched to a perfect stage whisper. "Tie it to the
bedpost," she mouthes, brandishing her hand towards the rider's bed.

Ragis whispers to Edaeyn as he watches her slink in. "Thought you were
leaving it all to us?" he whispers.

Auri feeds the llama a cookie, and watches him munch and slobber all over the
floor in disgust. "Ewww..." she says softly, careful not to wake up Lylia.
Restraining herself from more noises of disgust, she ties the rope to the
bedpost in a big flourished bow. "There," she whispers. "All done."

Edaeyn lurks at the back of the demonic horde, one eye still on the ledge and
the sky without. "I don't trust any of you," she points out, though she
sounds suspiciously amused. "Not a bit ..."

Loren just eyes that goob.. that nice, slobbery goob that insists upon
dripping ickily. "Eew," she whispers again, standing back to watch the others
tie up the llama--she doesn't need anymore slobber. "..ooh, done? Can we go?
I gotta get it o-o-of. Ew." But it's such a /nice/ goob.

Ragis gives the llama a farewell pat and winks at Edaeyn. "As well you
shouldn't......" he murmurs.

Pia reaches long fingers forward to scratch the llama's fuzzy head
comfortingly. "Good llama. Now," comes her whisper, "lets get the heck out of
here!"

Auri scritches the llama's fuzzy puce (?) ears, and blows him a kiss as she
walks out of the room. "Bye It..." she whispers, waggling her fingers at the
fuzzy beast.

Auri prances to the ledge.

Loren scurries timidly to the ledge.

You go to the Druseth's Ledge.

Druseth's Ledge (#6178)
Time has weathered this ledge, wearing the dark grey stone smooth. Jutting
harshy out, shade seems to fall over one side, while allowing sunlight to
brighten the other to an almost smoky shade. On the sunny side of the ledge,
a few potted plants bloom with wild violet flowers along the edge. It's a
fairly large ledge, able to hold the a large brown with some room to spare.
Close to the lake, soft breezes can easily sweep over it, and yet provides a
lovely view.
It is a spring afternoon. The weather on this spring afternoon lends
itself to laziness. The air is comfortably warm, the sunlight bright, and
the soft breeze, fragrant of spring, makes you want find a sunny spot and
curl up to enjoy the day.
Inside the weyr, you see Druseth and two people.
On the perch is Oren.
Blue Sriath is here.
Iri, Auri, and Loren are here.
Obvious exits:
Weyr Fly

Ragis strolls in an unconsciously seductive manner in from the Druseth's
Midnight Prowling Lair.

Edaeyn stalks restively in from the Druseth's Midnight Prowling Lair.

Iri climbs up Sriath's side to get seated and ready for takeoff!

Ragis climbs up Sriath's side to get seated and ready for takeoff!

Pia climbs up Sriath's side to get seated and ready for takeoff!

Edaeyn climbs up Sriath's side to get seated and ready for takeoff!

Loren climbs up Sriath's side to get seated and ready for takeoff!

Edaeyn makes a mental note to send Liulfr up with a few handfuls of something
vaguely more nutritious ... never mind what that will do to an already
churning digestive system. Evidently, in her charitible frame of mind, she's
forgotten a few key points.

Iri says, "Hrm... Mission successful? Lets hoppe so. Oh. Hold on tight.
This is gonna be a /bit/ more of a ride..."

Auri climbs up Sriath's side to get seated and ready for takeoff!

Sriath winks a jeweled eye and, like a ghost, is gone ::between::!

:::BETWEEN!:::
You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::... absolute
darkness surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you... you wait, and
count...
Black...
Blacker...
Blackest...

Above the Bowl
The ocean's tranquil thermals settle within the center section of the bowl's
airspace, unusually smooth and bouyant -- though oft to switch as the seasons
shift. Lingering beneath spires' constant presence, the perpetual activity of
the weyr can be observed from every direction: from the testing rustle of
dragonet wings, to the playful games sent aloft.
It is a spring afternoon. The weather on this spring afternoon lends
itself to laziness. The air is comfortably warm, the sunlight bright, and
the soft breeze, fragrant of spring, makes you want find a sunny spot and
curl up to enjoy the day.
Obvious exits:
Northern Sky Weyrling Air Above the Pens Above the Lake Ledges

Sriath bursts from ::between::, his jack-o-lantern face across his wings
marking him unmistakably against the bright sky.

Wings tired? Or you just want to feel solid earth beneath your paws...

Central Bowl
Seven spindles brush the clouds -- quite literally -- overhead, a jagged,
spired cotillion grey-stoned majesty. The bowl from here is expansively
large, extending a full half mile in both directions, and although sometimes
a bit of a stretch, most of the hubs of activity can be easily observed.
Hard-packed ground shows the common pathways, all of them meandering about
the craggy bunch of boulders that form a centerpiece: carven, hand-worn and
foothold-full, it gives a bit of centerpoint to the otherwise vast emptiness
of the area.To the north lie the hatching grounds and leadership weyrs, while
the lows of herdbeasts mark the feeding pens to the northeast. A flurry of
ever-present activity marks the living caverns to the west, and another
time-traveled path the ground weyrs just adjacent to the southwest.
Southeast, a glint of blue shows the lake, glittering and cold.
It is a spring afternoon. The weather on this spring afternoon lends
itself to laziness. The air is comfortably warm, the sunlight bright, and
the soft breeze, fragrant of spring, makes you want find a sunny spot and
curl up to enjoy the day.
Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are Zhaneel, Nox, Reno, Vanitas,
Miki, Tremayne, Primavera, Butterfly, Monarch, Leannan, Spoingy, Eiri,
Crimao, and Maeva.
Bronze Nhamarath, green Siulth, green Yshanth, brown Djarreth, brown Revnath,
and green Zaqith are here.
You see a wagonmaster here.
Obvious exits:
Pens Northern Bowl Caverns Ground Weyrs Lakeside Guards HQ

Loren jumps down from Sriath's back with a playful nudge from Sriath.

Edaeyn jumps down from Sriath's back with a playful nudge from Sriath.

Auri jumps down from Sriath's back with a playful nudge from Sriath.

From Sriath's neck, Iri says, "Oh, by the way. He can go between, too. I'll
catch ya later, Candiebuds!"

Gleeful, the Vintner-Candidate bounces. "Thank you Tiri, Sriat." And with
that, Pia bounces off into the caverns. Positively delighted.

Message 4 of 4 on *Gossip (#627):
Date:     Tue May 16 20:19:32 2000 CDT
From:     Anonymous :)
To:       *High Reaches News (#7862), *JailBait (#17948), *Gossip (#627), and
Lylia (#18119)
Subject: The JailBait Candidates Attack

This evening, an odd assortment of people gathered in the Central Bowl of
High Reaches Weyr, linked only by white knots -- or in the case of one large,
blue, winged Candidate -- white robes. One member of this group, an extremely
unwilling, baaaing member at that, sported reddish lavender llama fur,
emblazoned with teal letters addressed to a favored rider at the weyr. This
unfortunate animal, complaining loudly, was airlifted by that amazingly
winged -- and robed -- blue Candidate and a blast-from-the-past Candidate,
Tiri, along with the others, heading in the direction of the lake and Lylia's
Weyr.
Oddly enough, when the group returned, exuberant and self-satisfied, there
was a member conspiciously missing.
Now, the questions remaing are: Exactly where did they leave the llama? What
will Lylia say when she finds out? What punishment will those offending
white-knots face?
Tune in tomorrow to General Weyr - The JailBait Candidate Episodes!

*****END. Sigh. And you wonder why Lylia's so spazzy.****