Songs and Stories

Fort Weyr - Library Archives
Surviving the ages is something that books are known to do, especially if they are left untouched for just as long. In this room, that's exactly what has happened. Put aside as trivial information or simply determined old enough to not impact present day life, these numerous articles stored in ceiling high shelves are the forgotten histories belonging to Fort.
Miraculously, the design of the room itself has prevented any of the books from damage. The rock base of which the room's foundation is actually one of the toughest rock known to man and cannot be surpassed by any creature living, while a layer of tiles of the smoothest stone gives this room a vibrant and mysterious appeal. The door itself on the room was sealed tight and allowed for a minimum amount of circulation, thereby preventing natural decay, although most articles may be brittle despite this. White marble has been used to create an insulating layer wall against the natural rock, giving the room an unnatural brightness and a enchanted atmosphere - while also giving it four distinct walls. The ceiling as well has been made smooth with an arching apex.
As for the books and mounds of information stored in this vault of information, the organization is clear. Books bound with hard covers are kept alphabetical in the towering skybroom wood shelves, where step ladders and scrolling ladders actually attached to the shelves move to assist a person in selecting a volume. The shelves are ornately carved, many crafted with a mastery none have ever seen. Meanwhile, scrolls have a sectional shelf where each scroll based on how they were itemized has a cubical square into which they are kept in. This shelf alone has over a hundred squares in which the scrolls stick out of. As well, any loose bits of information have been assembled in files that are stored in boxes along the back wall. Apparently, recording history takes up vast amounts of space and every where one looks in this room one would find a wealth of information. The ancestors of Fort live here.


Most of the dragons have decided since they obviously can't fly during a blizzard, that they're just going to curl up and sleep. Kainaeysth is among those who are sleeping (of course) curled up right next to a fire in the weyrling barracks. Ha'ze has snuck out and finds himself here in the vast library of Fort. He looks a bit stumped though, as he isn't really sure where to begin looking for what he seeks, and the archivists seems to all have gone out for Klah.

Nyalle steps into the library dressed warmly, shrugging out of her cloak and hanging it on a peg near the entrance as she does so. Patting down flyaway strands of dark hair that have escaped from her braid, she looks around with interest. Surely she's been down here before, but such a majestic room and fountain of knowledge always deserves a moment to pause and admire.

C'rus has spent time in the library a great deal as a visitor, as a candidate, and less so as a weyrling. Tonight at the urging of his dragon he returns again. Jaicoureth didn't want to go out, but did want to do something with his evening. So C'rus makes his way into the library, a dragon very much at the forfront of both his thought and seeing through his eyes.

Blizzards make travel of any sort nigh on impossible and for that reason Rayathess is "trapped" in the Weyr… again. Not that the Sr. Apprentice Harper seems to mind and with his Journeyman also "trapped" here, he's been going about his studies. Which is why he's holed himself up in the library but knowing him it's not the sole reason. He's no archivist, but he's comfortable enough in Fort's library as he is the one back at the Hall. Browsing the main aisles, seemingly on a whim, he'll pause when he hears the arrival of others and surprise is plainly evident at spotting two weyrlings and the Weyrwoman. He dips his head respectfully to Nyalle, a gesture that is echoed, more or less, to C'rus and Ha'ze (yes, even him!).

The sudden presence of PEOPLE more than a little startles the quiet candidate. His eyes track across the varried faces, pausing only briefly on Rayathess, before they settle on the Senior. "Ma'am." He manages the respectful words before he's edging off to one side and running a hand through his hair. How IS he going to find what he came for?

Nyalle steps aside as others make themselves known, hesitating. Does she feel like conversation? It takes her a moment to decide, and then she smiles. "Hello. No better place during a blizzard, hmm? What brings you two down here?" She asks that of the Weyrlings of course, since she can only assume why Rayathess is here.

C'rus offers a salute to Nyalle when he realizes she is here, "I'm here at my dragon's behest. He wanted to see the library and for me to look at some records for him. He sends his greetings as well." He sort of slowly walks over toward a shelf.

Yes, what does bring them down here? Rayathess certainly looks curious but in a sort of detached way until C'rus answers first. He chuckles dryly, "Well, what kind of records? There's — well, records of everything in here. Good way to lose time but it's a bit overwhelming if you don't have a starting point." As Ha'ze is discovering and he picks up on next. "I can point you in the right direction?" he offers. To Nyalle, he adds a soft spoken: "Good time as any to be here, Weyrwoman. Archivists are out and the library is quiet." Isn't it always?

Ha'ze hesitates as the offers of HELP are given forth by by his quasi-don't-like you (though strangely, four months with the gentler Kainaesyth in his mind has caused the I-hate-you to fade more than a little.) Casting his eyes about he shrugs his shoulder. "I'm lookin' for a book of stories." One sentence, answers both questions. Win.

Nyalle walks to a shelf she knows well, pulling down a hefty book and carrying it to Rayathess' table, setting it down before she sits. The book is of…illustrations. Interesting. Opening it, she gently turns the pages with a warm smile. "Ah! He is so very curious. And he's seeing through your eyes okay? No double vision, no walking into walls?" she asks C'rus, smiling at the blueling. Looking at Ha'ze, the Senior's expression brightens. "Oh, there are /lots/ of those in here." Her book is just illustrations, alas.

Rayathess will behave civilly around Ha'ze in return. Four months is a long time and, well, there's the issue of Kainaesyth. The Harper Apprentice knows better than to upset a weyrling and by the time Ha'ze graduates he'll be all but untouchable if Rayathess wishes to keep his knot and rank or hope of ever seeing Journeyman. His response to Ha'ze is delayed as Nyalle settles herself by his table and he seems to tense, nervous and probably for obvious reason: his guitar rests nearby. That book she has is a familiar one though and as he relaxes he smiles faintly. "Weyrwoman is right, there are many books like that. So…" A brow quirks and he focuses back on Ha'ze. "Historical stories or just… stories in general?" Pernese fables, anyone?

At least the coolness between the pair isn't so intense that the weyrwoman seems to be picking up on it. Ha'ze is a bit tense though when it seems like Rayathess is probably the best person to get him his book 'o stories and be out of there again. Right well. After allowing his gaze to flick slightly from the weyrwoman and back to the harper apprentice he shrugs. "Doesn't matter. Just somethin I could be readin' to Kainaesyth as the snow is blowin' over." He gets a slightly thoughtful look, "Maphap one what has lots of dragons flyin' and lovin' it."

Nyalle smiles over at Rayathess when Ha'ze speaks. "I think I know the one, if I may?" Yes, the Senior is asking the Harper for permission. This is kind of his territory after all.

"Had I known the weyrling dragons enjoyed records and stories, I'd have had a selection laid out in easier reach." Rayathess remarks with another faint half-smile. Any tension or coolness towards Ha'ze is masterfully hidden, as he's not here to cause trouble. Far from it! He nods to Nyalle and his smile turns a touch more genuine. "You may, Weyrwoman, as these are Fort's libraries and you do as you wish. I am but a guest… who has some knowledge of where things may be." In other words: he knows the libraries secrets very well. Maybe too well! Rayathess will return to his chair, carefully lifting his guitar from it and just as carefully sitting down with the instrument in his lap.

"I figured Kai was just weird." Have some bluntness here. Ha'ze follows the weyrwoman as she moves away because, right, that's also away from where Rayathess is standing.

Nyalle moves into the stacks and shakes her head. "No, lots of dragons like being told stories. And in weather like this, that's about all they /can/ do. I don't think your Kainaesyth is weird at all, Ha'ze," she says with a gentle smile, running an index finger along the book spines. "I was thinking the stories of Bronze Balth. What do you think of those, Rayathess?"

Rayathess does not know too much about dragons and so he leaves Nyalle's explanation to Ha'ze untouched and uncommented upon. Leaning back in his chair, he will quietly tune his guitar. He looks up again, head tilting thoughtfully for the Weyrwoman's suggestion. "Good choice. Some of the historical ballads are good as well, though they are often tinged with tragedy too. I'd even suggest the stories and ballads of the first dragon riders but…" Also has dark notes to it.

Ha'ze doesn't have much to say in this particular conversation. His knowledge of perneese folklore? Pretty much null. Not something that was covered in his own wonky childhood. "What ever you think he'd like. I'm tryin' to see if I can be gettin' him excited to fligh despite the weather."

C'rus has been milling about the library but when he hears the conversation he veers back toward the others, "I can't say what stories he'd like best. Probably something that was happy…" he trails off, getting some information from Jaicoureth, "…yes. He would like something happy for a cold winter night."

Nyalle selects the volume and hands it over to Ha'ze. "Bronze Balth is a series of short stories written from a dragon's point of view. Considering it was written by a Harper, and not a rider, it's a bit of a controversial work. Banned, even, in some weyrs, but I think the stories are sweet if a bit…simplistic." She looks around to the others. "Happy? These are a bit more adventurous. Happy stories are going to get into the younger stories, which might bore him." She turns back to the shelves, thoughtful. "Wanting to fly? Hmm…" Searching.

Rayathess chuckles from where he sits, "I'd forgotten that detail." Sure he did. How convenient? His attention has turned back to his guitar however and he continues to quietly work at tuning it. "And controversial is right. Not terrible work though — as the Weyrwoman said, they're simplistic."

"I don't think that Kainaesyth would mind the simple. To mayhap work up to somethin' more deep?" The questionmark is clear. Ha'ze is very much grasping at straws for the right way to help his lifemate through this lethargic time.

"I'm willing to take a look at anything really. I trust your judgement…" Nyalle is a rider after all, "If you think there is a certain level thats appropriate I'm all for that." C'rus says with a smile.

Nyalle smiles over to C'rus. "Just let me find a few more things for Ha'ze, and then I'll find something for you. Ah, here." She pulls down two more volumes. "One of those is poetry, he might like the imagery? And the other is a journal written by a bluerider. He wrote a lot about flying with his dragon, it might inspire him." She smiles over to Rayathess. "Are you going to play for us?" she asks, now moving further down the stacks in search of something for C'rus.

"You'd be surprised what would be in the older ballads and songs too. Even some of the archaic teaching songs. Simple, but the imagery is strong." Rayathess supplies, whether or not it would be helpful. While he tunes, he's been listening too and from his smile, he approves so far of all the pieces Nyalle has found. He'll only look up, a touch sharply, when she calls on him. Oh… "I could, though I'll admit I am not that good. I am but one instrument and voice and it would depend on what you would wish to be played. Voice is my… third study."

Ha'ze sweeps up the books in hand and is about to turn and head off iwth a soft, "Thank you ma'am," when he recalls the blizzard raging outside. Right, he should probably find something to wrap the books out before taking them into the gale. That thought in mind he casts his eyes around for something to do just that.

C'rus has his attention largely focused on Nyalle and the list of works that she is picking out for Ha'ze and his dragon, when he hears the sound of the music tuning. Then he jerks and shifts to walk toward Rayathess. He walks in a halting fashion as if he isn't entirely in control of his body. He hunches over and stops a few steps away from the harper, his eyes glazed as he stares at him.

Nyalle smiles over to Rayathess. "You don't have to sing, but I would love to hear some music. Something gentle?" she requests. She gives C'rus a curious look when he drifts away, but doesn't comment, continuing to look through the stacks for something suitable to share. "My pleasure, Ha'ze, just make sure you bring them back in good condition." Or else.

Or else is right! "Trust me, you do not want the Master Archivist here after your hide." Rayathess warns Ha'ze with a grimace. Miserable old man, that Archivist! Though it's not just him one has to worry about. Zhirayr knows all about Rayathess' disapproval of literature or information being destroyed! When Nyalle extends her request to just playing and not singing, Rayathess breathes a sigh of relief. A very quiet one. Phew! "Gentle? Of course. Suitable too… given we're in a library." Chuckling, he begins to play a few quiet and soft chords, only to stop when C'rus behaves oddly. "You alright?" he asks.

"Right, I. okay." Ha'ze spots some oiled canvas left over from something and goes to wrap the books Nyalle has given him in that canvas. Music isn't really his thing, so with the attention off of him he's going to take those stories back to his bronze lifemate and in a rare show of affection, curl up in front of the fire to read to him.

After a few more moments C'rus comes back to himself, shaking off the effects of what Jaicoureth just pulled. He blinks and stands up a bit more straight, "Jaicoureth would like you to play….I think." he says softly as he holds his hands to his temple, trying to calm the /very/ excited chatter in his mind. He turns his head away for a moment, "You aren't making any sense…" he says to no one in particular, "…slow down. That is music…" he adds. His head then whips back to the harper, "Please play…" he begs. The rider has a seat nearby, because standing is apparently no longer an option.

Nyalle pauses in her search to drift back towards C'rus and Rayathess, looking curiously between the two of them. "Jaicoureth is excited about music?" she asks softly.

Rayathess's eyes will follow Ha'ze briefly when he makes his escape but all too soon he's focused again on C'rus. He relaxes again when the weyrling explains his behaviour and then interest and curiosity take over. "He can… see and hear through you now?" he asks, only to clear his throat and glance sidelong to Nyalle. "Sorry. No offence meant or anything but — it's one thing to hear and another to witness." Right? When he's all but begged to play, he holds his hands up. "Alright, alright! I'll play." He's going to regret this, isn't he? So he'll play through the simple, quick songs and some familiar as the teaching songs and ballads that all Pernese children grow up to and all adults know by heart.

C'rus gives a quick glance a nod to Nyalle, "Yes, very much so…" he says as his head is unceremoniously whipped back to the harper almost as if by another force, "…I know you are excited but please don't do that…" he says softly to himself apparently before looking back to Raya, "Yes. He can see and hear through me always." he explains with a slight shrug, "I'm sorry that doesn't make much sense…but he can. I'm still working on figuring things out myself…" When the harper agrees to play he relaxes.

Nyalle drifts back to the stacks. To the /music/ section. Since this might be something Jaicoureth will want to know more about.

Rayathess can only play for so long before he has to stop or feels that enough has been played to satisfy Jaicoureth. It will also allow him to talk, now that he doesn't have to concentrate on the music. "I've heard that the bond can be… stronger for some at the beginning. Don't apologize. I've been in a Weyr long enough to learn an thing or two about dragon riders and the intricacies of the bond. Weyrwoman?" he calls softly to her. "Is there anything I can help you find?"

C'rus listens intently to the music as the harper plays, almost too intently, and as he stops playing C'rus lifts a hand to the temple and quietly says, "He needs a break." Then he looks back to the harper and smiles, "You have made a dragon very happy this evening…very happy." he says with a wide smile, though he keeps the hand to his temple.

Nyalle shakes her head as she returns with a few volumes in her arms. "No, thank you, Rayathess. I found what I wanted." Gently, she sets the books down in front of C'rus. "A children's book about music, a book on how to read music, and a collection of sheet music with the stories explaining the song's origins." The library is amazing.

Rayathess will carefully store his guitar back in his case, along with a mental note to be careful where he plays the next time. Not that he's not enjoyed playing but it's not his forte and he still struggles with attention. It's one thing to play at a festival or Gather with his fellow Harpers. "Tell him that I'm glad he enjoyed it." he murmurs to C'rus, only to smile faintly when Nyalle returns. "All a good start, if he's showing such interest in music. You know this library well, Weyrwoman."

C'rus gladly takes the books from the weyrwoman, "I know what I will be doing tonight…" he says with a chuckle, "Yes. He is going to be having me read these until we fall asleep." He nods to the harper, "He did, very much. If the comments in my head are any indication. He's not really been like this before…"

Nyalle smiles at Rayathess, color touching her cheeks. "Thank you. I made it my job to know it well. Such a wealth of information in here." She sits down once more, a hand on the book of illustrations she had been looking at. "It seems you've found something about about your lifemate, C'rus. That's always exciting."

"Does this happen often? Finding out these… interests?" Rayathess asks as he glances between C'rus and Nyalle. He can ask this, right? It's no secret? He's doing his best to tread lightly, not wishing to offend. Even after all these Turns, he is cautious around the riders though he's mellowed out considerably since his first few months. Granted, it helps that he's no longer treated like a traitorous criminal. "It's one of the oldest libraries, aside from Harper Hall's and Landing itself. Certainly something to take pride in."

"I don't really have a voice of experience in this…" C'rus says as he glances over to the weyrwoman, who surely must have tons of experience with this sort of thing, "I find that he likes different things from time to time, but this is the strongest reaction I've seen." he says as he takes a glance down to the books in his lap, "Most definitely the strongest…"

Nyalle smiles. "I believe you learn things about your dragon for the rest of your lives together. They never cease to surprise. And they learn, and grow, and change…just like people. So yes, it happens often."

Is Rayathess taking notes? Of course he is. All inside his head! Casual as the conversation may be, he's tucking all of this away to mull over at some later time. "Interesting. Learn something new every day…" he begins, only to start a bit when he hears voices by the door. There's a slight look of guilt and he's hastily clearing his throat. "Ah, and that's my cue to take my leave. Happy to have offered some entertainment through this blizzard. Clear skies — hopefully soon!" he says in a hasty farewell as he gathers his guitar in its case, scoops up his notebooks and with a half bow as he stands from his chair, he turns and is off, hurrying towards those doors just as they open and a Journeyman peers in, only to smirk as he sees Rayathess hastening towards him and both will disappear back into the hall.

C'rus gets a mental prodding that causes him to stand up, "If you will both excuse me…I think I'd best get back and start reading these books with him. He's very anxious." He smiles to the harper, "It was a pleasure to meet you. I hope to see you another time…" He gives the weyrwoman a salute, "Good night Nyalle…and thanks." And with that he scurries off to his dragon with the books that he so desperately wants to read.


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