Canine Meets Dragon: News At Eleven

'The World of Pern(tm)' and 'The Dragonriders of Pern(r)' are copyright to Anne McCaffrey (c) l967, 2000. This is a recorded online session, by permission of the author but generated on PernWorld MUSH for the benefit of people unable to attend.

~~*~~ Fort Weyr - Center Bowl ~~*~~

The wide center of the bowl is often bustling with activity as riders come and go. Off westward can be seen the entrances for the candidate barracks and the guest weyr, while to the east is a large opening that leads into the dragon infirmary. The bowl stretches off both to the north and to the south, where the sheer stone walls rise steeply to the sky.


It's a lovely wintery day.. Well that is if people love heavy snowfall. Abigail doesn't actually mind the snow an is off to the side watching some going ons of the weyr itself. After giving her report to the guards on the night before she was able to stick around, and there was talk of her possible getting in on some training and the like. Which she is of course thrilled about, hard work she can handle, and sticking around the weyr a bit longer is ok with her. Her large ashen gray canine is settled next to her, a ear twitching at times as the animal's bright gold gaze flicks one way and then another taking in the going'ons as well, but neve moving from her spot near her owner. "Something else huh Storm?" Is murmured softly to the canine, not that she will get a answer but that doesn't mean she can't speak to the canine.

Leaving huge footprints in the snow, Ystwyth paces across the width of the Bowl, the dragon looming through the flurry of snow with a clear destination of the entrance of the living caverns. The source of her reasons for doing so soon appears, Akyla emerging from the yawning entrance of the caverns, hands shoved deep into the pockets of her jacket. "Weather," she muses, the words meant for the dragon. "Almost tempted to fly away to a sunny place for a while, but then again it's not so bad." Peering through the snow, Akyla spots something — or at least, thinks she does. "Hallo," a hand is lifted, waved.

Abigail leans down to give Storm a good scritching across the ears and neck. Very pleased at how her young canine is acting in this place it seems. Movement though is picked up and she glances towards the green that isn't all that far off really. She smile while watching, pulling her coat around her a bit more. Her pale gaze has caught sight of Akyla and at the wave and greeting she smiles and nods back along with a wave being seen. "Hello! Lovely weather isn't it?" Well, she may possible be joking. "How are ye this day?"

"Yes," there's some dry humor in the tone of Akyla's voice as she answers Abigail. "Positively /lovely/, might as well have a picnic by the lake in this gorgeous weather." The greenrider settles a hand against Ystwyth's shoulder, the green unfurling a wing to provide an umbrella of a sort for her rider, who props a booted foot against the dragon's forearm, content and relaxed. "I'm doing well, And yourself? Didn't go back to the Hold yet, have you?" Well, that's fair obvious, seeing as the younger guard woman is /here/ and not /there/. "Don't think I'd noticed you had a canine before."

Abigail chuckles softly and smiles to the rider and her green. "I.. Suppose I just sort of like the winter. Snow an all, crisp and clear." A slight shrug seen. "Yes. After giving my report on the escort here there has been talk about me possible getting in on some training. Seems with everything going on it's sorta something there doing now for the hold guards. Which, I'm rather excited about." There is a pause and she looks to Storm before nodding. "Aye, this is Storm. One of my canines." Yes she has a few. "Me father and I train them for searching the forest and the like around the hold for people, or us them for hunting and along with guard work." Storm lifts her head, bright gaze resting upon the woman and dragon from the night before, the large canine shifts to rest upon her haunches, a slight yawn escaping her in the process.

Ystwyth rumbles softly, tilting her head to eye the canine closely. "We're not /that/ used to it," Akyla admits with a soft chuckle. "Both she and I were raised on Ista Island, all the sun and sand. But here we are, admist the pines and the snow, to learn and become better at what we do." the greenrider pats her lifemate's side. "As I'm sure you're here for the same reason. Learning." she grins wryly. "I'm sure we'll be training with you. It sort of caught me by surprise at first, never /had/ to before, and I'm not the kind of person who normally is so fierce and dangerous. But it's the wing that fits us best, so we train." The canine is regarded by the greenrider. "Well, that's very interesting, I'd think having a canine would be useful for search and rescue. Especially if it was in an area dragons could oversee. Do you think she'd tolerate being carried a-dragonback?"

Abigail chuckles softly and grins a moment. "That is understandable, about not being too use to the area and weather." This said softly at the idea. She smiles now. "I truely hope that there is a way to work that out. I would love to learn what ever I posisble could from the ones here." Sometimes she feels she's been stuck at the hold forever, well in a way that is true as she's never left home until now really. At the possiblility of Storm getting carried by a dragon she looks to Storm and a soft ah escapes her at this. "Well… I don't know. Though I'm sure once she was use to being around dragons, and then working around them that I could train her into being carried by one without a problem." She does think that highly of her canine it seems. "Storm is still young, and rather easy going for her age so it is possible."

"To be honest," Akyla muses, "I don't think I'll ever be able to get used to the area and the weather. But that's the beauty of having a dragon, I suppose. Can always take off on our free time to go elsewhere in the world." There's a nod from the woman, her foot slipping down to rest against the ground once more. "I hope you are able to do what you want. Everyone ought to be able to if they can." Storm gets another look. "Well, the only way to get a canine used to being around dragons is to be around dragons. I don't know if it's ever been done before, dragons ferrying canines to a place they can work from, but you never know. It could work."

Abigail nods at this. "Well.. Yes that is very true." She offers with a soft tone and continues to smile. There is a pause and she works on shaking and brushing some snow off from her coat. "I agree.. I just hope I can get to that point. May be a lot of hard work to get there but I'm up for the challenge." Her gaze turns back to Storm, whom is still sitting at her side and looking rather calm. "There is always a first time for everything." Her gaze turns back towards Ystwyth. "Would.. Ystwyth mind if I moved a bit closer and Storm followed me? I'll only go as close as they both allow, an ye of course." Have to start somewhere right?

Up till now, Ystwyth's uplifted wing had done a decent job at keeping the snow off her rider, but at a soft murmur, very nearly unheard, from Akyla, the green's wings furl, tucking close in against her side. "Well, challenge is always good," the greenrider remarks. "Faranth knows, I need a challenge in my life to keep me on my toes. So far, I haven't been challenged enough, but …" she shrugs, a flurry of snow dusting her dark brown hair before she nods. "Ystwyth is fine with it. Might as well let Storm see a dragon closer up."

Abigail grins slightly and nods, a soft chuckle escaping her. "Ya.. I suppose that is true. With challenges an what not." This said softly and she smiles before nodding. "ALright, thank you." This said while she walks forward and starts to move a bit closer to Akyla and Ystwyth. With a soft whistle escaping her Storm is soon upon her paws and troting forward, though at a slower pace as the canine is clearly watching Ystwyth.

"Course," Akyla muses, "my idea of a challenge is probably a lot different from your idea of a challenge. Each to their own and that rot, you know." the greenrider reaches out a hand to rest it against Ystwyth's side, the green dragon settling her haunches a little more, crouching low to watch the arrival of the canine and the guard. She's still, a soft huff of breath taken as the dragon remains at her lifemate's side, silent and curious.

Abigail ahs and nods, a soft chuckle escaping her. "Well yes, I do imagen that it is different for everyone. Which there is nothing wrong with that of course." Her pale gaze turns to Ystwyth and she smiles as she is but a few feet from the green now. Storm is slowly following along, and once at her owners side the canine leans forward and sniffs out towards rider and dragon a like. "See? Nothing to worry about Storm." A soft wruff escapes the canine but that is about it, her fuzzy tail does even sway a few times.

Flick, flick, flick, the tip of Ystwyth's tail twitches suddenly, the green's neck arching downwards towards canine and guard to exhale with a soft and breathy chuff. There's a chuckle from the greenrider, her gaze traveling between her own dragon and the other two occupants of the bowl. "Yes, it's definitely different," she agrees. "Looks like things are going all right?" At least Ystwyth hasn't tried to eat a canine, and the canine hasn't tried to run away. By that definition, that's all right.

Abigail chuckles and nods once more while smiling as she watches Ystwyth, she holds still while the green is sniffing at her and Storm. The canine blinks, her gold eyes watching the dragon and she leans forward just a bit more to sniff at the pair before seeming content and is settling upon her stomach there. "So it seems. I don't think Storm minds in the least." This makes Abbey grin at the thought. "Maybe this could work.." She nods after a moment. "Thank ye for being interested in such a thing."

Snow flies in a flurry as Ystwyth sits up sharply, pulling back from her inspection of Abigail and Storm with a sudden jolt, her neck swinging upwards towards one of the ledges. "Shells," Akyla's breath hisses through her teeth, the greenrider swinging in against the dragon's side and reaching for the harness. "Glad your Storm doesn't mind the dragons," she comments, although that fury of movement might well have sent the canine scuttling for all she knew, "listen, I've got to report to the Wingleader. We'll try this again sometime." And ewith that, she'd scale up Ystwyth's offered forarm and settle into place in the saddle. "Sorry about that." They'd be off, right quick in a flash.

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