Fort Weyr - North Bowl
The northern end of the bowl can be an intimidating area, being that Fort is the largest weyr. The far north wall contains the gigantic opening to the hatching caverns, and to the west of that can be seen the sprawling ledges and carved stair cases that mark the way to the weyrleader's complex and junior queens ledges. The west cliff wall towers up, dotted here and there by darker openings that mark individual weyrs before it tapers to a point at Tooth Crag. At ground level on the western wall is the opening to the weyrling barracks, occasional glimpses can be caught of newly paired mates. On the eastern wall of the bowl is the entrance into the living cavern, the heart of the weyr.
As Fort chills with the aproaching winter, Elara and her queen move across the North Bowl slowly, Weyrwoman chatting animatedly with the gold, who rumbles softly in reply.
A'mar is out in the bowl with his new blue lifemate, Caldoth. They appear to both be playing in the dirt, A'mar with his hands, and Caldoth using his oversized forepaws. Fine behaviour for future riders, indeed! They seem to be working on some kind of vague spherical shape. "It's way better in the snow." the former Talmar explains to Caldoth. Are they making a snowman out of dirt?
Sakrienth is watching the blue pair with much interest in those whirling blue eyes, the young golds tail twitching slightly as the tip shoves a smaller mound of dirt across the ground and just out of reach. "Snow sticks together better, unless of course it's not just dirt but mud." Si offers as she moves back out of the barracks with her jacket pulled more tightly around her.
Wiyaneth settles to her belly in the bowl, gazing at her children with a benevolent gaze. Her eyes sparkle with bright blue and green hues, and Elara beams. "Hello!" she says to the weyrlings, waving happily, "How is everyone getting along?" Wiyaneth rumbles fondly to her daughter, and then gazes at her blue son with a questioning rumble.
[DTU/Project] Caldoth senses that Wiyaneth's voice is rich and warm - a soft summer's breeze over fresh grown fields, « What are you doing? »
A'mar lifts his head at Sianne's words, and grins. "Well, mud is fun, too." Clay is technically mud, after all. « I dinnae think this'll work. » Caldoth rumbles, looking at the crumbling sphere of dirt. "Yeah, mud and snow stick better." A'mar admits, with a shrug. Elara is grinned at, and waved at also. "We're doing great! Cal wanted to know more about what I did before I was searched, but since I don't have enough clay for that, I'm showing him what I did before I was apprenticed." Which was make snow-sculptures. They're starting out easy, with a simple snowman.
[DTU/Project] Wiyaneth senses that Caldoth answers with a gentle mist of rain, « We're makin' a snowman, but out o' dirt. » comes across in his thick Ruathan accent. « A'mar used to do this all tha time, he tells me. »
[DTU/Project] Caldoth senses that Wiyaneth consiters that for a few moments, working the idea over in her mind, « I believe you need more water for it to stick together, » she says with a bemused tone. « Or perhaps try building with the sand down at the lake? »
Sianne turns towards Elara with a friendly smile "G'day Elara." is said in return as she looks quicky over at her lifemate "Very Well, though it seems that I've met my match when it comes to energy first thing in the morning." Not that she seems to mind overly much. Sakrienth looks over her shoulder, offering a warm and almost lazy croon back at her mother before looking back at the mess the other pair is creating « Keep trying, perhaps something will come of it. » she offers with a sultry croon.
Elara giggles, "Why don't you move down to the lake and try with the sand down there?" she suggests before grinning at Sianne and gazing at Sakrienth, "She's going to be bigger than Wiyaneth," she comments and then sizes up the blue with an expert gaze, "And he'll be nice and little." Then she beams and claps her hands, bouncing a bit, "Weyrlings! I'm so happy to have you all here."
A'mar tilts his head at Caldoth for a moment, then giggles at Elara. "Cal tells me that Wiyaneth just suggested the exact same thing." The lake thing, that is. Sianne is grinned at. "Caldoth seems to be full of energy, whenever he's awake. He's always following me, and trying to see what I'm doing." he shakes his head slightly in amusement. "Cal will be little? That's good. I'm still little!" he grins at Elara.
Sianne studies her own lifemate as the young gold stretches her wings and body as her snout lowers to study a rock with drawings on it, most likely made by one of more of the younger members of the weyr. "
Sianne studies her own lifemate as the young gold stretches her wings and body as her snout lowers to study a rock with drawings on it, most likely made by one of more of the younger members of the weyr. "Larger then WIyaneth? You think so? I had thought she'd be smaller." A fond smile spreads slowly of the 'lings face as she peers around her "I'm glad that We're here too, seems odd still though."
H'nna comes scampering into the cavern with Meriseth easily keeping stride beside her. «H'nna why that we live in the caverns not out in the sun? WHy is it that you like smithing so much. What is this ale I hear the older riders talking about all the time. Why do you always talk about this person ALyanna? Is swimming really as much fun as you say? HOw old is Fort Weyr.» H'nna beams a smile at Meriseth "Thatsalotofquestions.ButIthinkIcananswerthemforyouIamnotaswiseasAlyannasheismybestfriendmakingmytimehereinfortverylovely.ShegavememyrunnerHanna's Cometand Sianneisgoingtogivemeanotherone.SHeisverynicetoo. IloveswimmingalotIamnotsureifwecanleavetheweyrornotIwillhavetoasktofidnout. IlikesmithingcauseIlovetocreateanditissomuchfuntocreateandhelppeople. FortWeyristheoldestweyrandthebest."
Elara glances at her queen and pats her hide affectionately, "I'm not surprised," she says softly. Wiyaneth arches her neck and nudges her rider. "They both have lots of energy now, and depending on their temperment it may or may not settle as they grow. Wiyaneth - if you can believe it - could hardly sit still when she was a weyrling. Now look at her." The ivory queen shifts her body slightly, but other than that remains still. Elara shrugs at Sianne, "I could be wrong, it's just a prediction. Wiyaneth is small for a gold though." Then she tilts her head, "Odd how, Sianne?" Then she giggles at A'mar and nods, "That you are! But you'll both grow some more. There's nothing sillier I think than little me riding big Wiyaneth." Then she jumps as a string of nearly intelligible words reaches her ears, and she giggles, "H'nna! Breathe, dear." Wiyaneth croons warmly to the green.
A'mar grins at Sianne, and nods. If he grins much more, his face is going to split in two. "Very odd. But, in a good way." he says, thoughtfully, looking at Caldoth for a long moment. "H'nna, slow down!" he says, wincing very slightly. "Can Meriseth even understand you at that speed?" Well, it's an honest question. "I hope I grow more, it'll be silly if I stay small forever." A'mar asks Elara also, "Do all riders and dragons think of the same things, like you and Wiyaneth both suggesting lake sand just then?"
Sakrienth turns from the dirt and rock, her lazy like stride carrying her first towards her green sibling then towards her Dame. "I never thought I'd be here with her, but like A'mar said it's odd in a good way though I will never drink whiskey again I think." H'nna is greeted with a smile "Yes H'nna slow down, I think your chattering has gotten faster since you impressed."
H'nna smiles at A'mar "OhhiA'marwhatareyoudoing?" Then noticing the ball, then Hanna giggles "Wellsheistheoneaskingtheconstantstreamofquestions." Meriseth turns her head to look at Wiyaneth then given a warm yet loud croon. "Merisethiscuriousabouteverythingandeveryone."
Elara smiles warmly at A'mar and nods, "You've still got lots of growing to do young man." Then she shakes her head, "Not all, no. But Wiyaneth and I have been together for many turns and sometimes we do think the same things. I know her like she was an extension of my own mind, and same with her." The gold rests her head beside her rider, leaning it just slightly to brush against Elara's skirts. Elara giggles at Sianne and queries, "Whiskey? Why not? Not that I'm fond of the stuff - can't stand it actually, it burns too much and it's bad for you." Says the woman who can't pass up a dessert. Wiyaneth lifts her head and rumbles at Sakrienth, tone distant yet melodic. Her talons dig briefly into the dirt and then relax, smoothing it out again. She croons softly and soothingly to H'nna, and Elara frowns just slightly, "Breathe, H'nna," she says in a firmer tone, "We can barely understand you, dear." Then she smiles, "Relax, there is plenty of time for you to say everything you'd like to Meriseth. In fact, you can speak to her through your mind and that takes almost no time at all."
A'mar glances at H'nna, frowning briefly in confusion. "Slow down, H'nna. We aren't all linked like you and Meriseth." ooh, clever. He looks to Sianne then, and frowns. "Drinking is /bad/." he says simply. Then he nods slowly at Elara. "I guess that makes sense." he says thoughtfully, about the dragons and riders becoming extensions of each others minds.
Sianne listens to all that's being said around her as she carefully studies her fellow 'lings as well as the older rider. "It seems that whenever Sakrienth speaks to me or anyone that the scent of whiskey always comes with her words, tends to get a bit thick now and then as well." Being the normal curious dragonchild that she is, Sakrienth moves to stand before her mother, staring up at the older gold with a blank expression on her face. "H'nna do you speak to Meriseth as fast mentally as you speak to us verbally?"
H'nna looks over at A'mar tempted to stick her tongue out at the sometimes annoying boy. «H'nna tell me more of the things you crafted for this lake.» Meriseth sends soothing feelings to calm and support. It seems to have an affect as Hanna merely scrunches up her nose as she then slows to a walk "Well I made the bench as a picture of a sunrise. Then central bench have top and bottom pieces that extend out looking like they are part of the sun then I made the back and railings seem like they were clouds. " THen she looks over at Sianne 'Whywouldn'tI?" Though it is not something she does often.
Elara smiles fondly as she listens to the Weyrlings talk about themselves and their lifemates. Such a glorious time, Weyrlinghood. Discovering more about yourself than you ever had, and thrilling in the connection between yourself and your magnificent dragon. Unconciously she reaches out to stroke Wiyaneth's pale gold hide.
A'mar is more than just tempted, he actually sticks his tongue out at H'nna. « Stop that, A'mar! It might fall out, and then where would ye be? » comes the thick Ruathan accent of Caldoth, to everyone present, on a front of hard rain. A'mar blushes slightly, looking to the first lump of their dirt-man, which is no longer anywhere close to the desired sphere shape. Although, H'nna's bench description makes him tilt his head thoughtfully. "Cal wants me to tell you that the bench sounds wonderfully creative." Although, Caldoth could speak for himself if he wished…
Sakrienth cranes her head about to watch all this tongue sticking out stuff and tries it herself, it'd all go fine expect that the gold proceeds to nip her tongue. Si sighs heartily as she moves to her lifemates side, soothing her with a stroke to her eyeridges "That is from us to do love, not you as you've found out." the weyrling whispers as she checks to make sure no real harm as been done. « Why? I see no reason why I can't do it. I will just have to try harder next time. » is drawled out by the dragon. "The beach would be nice, chilly but nice."
H'nna looks to Caldoth seemingly alot more relaxed or at least speaking slower. "WHy thank you Caldoth." Meriseth comes closer to H'nna almost as if she were reacting to something unseen moving so her she rider and weryling are touching. "That is very nice of you to say. If the mud gets too wet it will become runny and well not hold anyshape you need too find a batch of it that is only damp like clay." Then as H'nna looks to Meriseth she replies 'Would you like some help with your Project A'mar?"
Elara giggles softly, "You all have fun, and feel free to wander around the weyr if you'd like - but don't yet leave the weyr." Not that they could, because even now their dragons are too big to fit through the Living Caverns. "Wiyaneth and I are off on a short vacation. Being Sand Bound for so long we always travel a few days after the Hatching." The gold rises slowly to all fours with a soft rumble. "Take care, you all." Wiyaneth croons warmly to the weyrlings before hoisting her rider up to her neckridges. With a wave, the pair leaps into the sky, the gold rising strongly through the air and vanishing between.
Caldoth flicks his tail at Sakrienth. Nevermind that the growing gold is already nearly twice his size, he seems to want to give her a thwap with his tail, although he doesn't actually do it. « 'Tis a vulgar habit. » he says of the tongues sticking out. « And I'll not have my kith and kin trying such vulgar things. » Caldoth appears to have very strong family values. A'mar considers Sianne's suggestion of the beach, with a nod of agreement, then shrugs at H'nna. "I'm trying to teach Caldoth to do some of the stuff I do." And indeed, the blue's oversized forepaws are just as dirty as the boy's own hands. A'mar gives a wave to Elara and Wiyaneth as the pair leave.
Sianne waves to the Weyrwoman and her lifemate as they depart, Sakrienth coming out of her sulk over her bitten tongue long enough to warble before wandering off a short ways to inspect something that's caught her eye.
H'nna smiles at A'mar "Well that seems like a very fun thing to do." Meriseth croons in agreement of her riders statement. "I have never tried pottery myself though I have been thinking our crafts are not so different though your medium is just more fragile than iron."
A'mar grins and nods at H'nna. "Well, yeah. I like pottery because I'm playing with mud and stuff, and I get paid to do it. That is the best part." he says, with a grin. "And Caldoth likes it because it's crafty and creative, or something."
Sianne sits on a nearby rock, letting her dragon wander as she will. "I'm not very good when it comes to doin' much more then mending runner gear and all. Think you could teach me how to work with clay some time A'mar?"
H'nna says giggling "Well I think working with leather and such must be very hard . I know when metal you can just melt it down to reforge it but you can no really do that with a broken strap can you? I think I would like to learn more about your craft too."
A'mar grins widely at Sianne. "Oh, yes. Most definitely. It's a very strange feeling at first, with the clay all squishy and cold, but you get used to it." he ponders slightly, and tilts his head at H'nna. "Well, you can't really do much with clay after it dries, either."
Sianne grins then slowly stretches "Anyone know if Luna's nightmares have stopped? She looked nearly dead on her feet from exhaustion the other day."
H'nna nods then says "Though I bet it is easier to mold the mud than iron. It can be very stubborn about how it is shaped sometimes."
A'mar suddenly slaps his forehead. "Oh! I almost forgot, I've got the finished eggs back, only I can't quite remember which dragon came from which egg, to give them out." Well, except that his own came from the Lonely Moors Egg. That was his candidacy project, the making of the eggs.
Sianne chuckles and nods "Leather isn't to bad to molds into what you want it to be, it's just tough to shove a needle through is all." As to the eggs well, she'd forgotten all about that until now. "Sakrienth came from that sandy colored egg that was kinda plain compared to the others."
H'nna giggles then idly runs her hands across Meriseth's side. "Ithinkweareallthemostbeautifulwhenwerealiseourfullpotential."
A'mar nods slowly at Sianne. "Great. Just a second…" he runs into the barracks, then emerges with a great big box of eggs. "Hmm, this one, right?" he pulls out a clay egg roughly matching Sianne's description. It is about a foot wide and two feet tall, roughly. "I had to make the final ones bigger because I couldn't paint all the details right on the smaller ones."
Sianne gapes at the larger egg as she moves to kneel next to it, tears glimmering in her eyes "Oh A'mar it's perfect…just like the one on the sands." Sakrienth moves back to her riders side, snout nudging the clay egg with a soft chuff.
A'mar blushes, and glances to his feet. "Um, well, you know. I worked hard, and all. Lots and lots of practice." he waves at the box, which has many many eggs of various sizes, although the smaller ones are nowhere near as good as the finished larger ones. "I'm glad I did, too. Cause now I've got one to remember Cal's egg by."
Sianne nods as she looks up at the other 'ling with a smile "You worked very hard on them and all of them are wonderful." Standing again, Si strokes the head of her dragon "It's hard to believe they've grown so much since they were hatched."
A'mar nods at Caldoth, with a long thoughtful look. "He definitely wouldn't fit in his egg anymore." he states, though that much is obvious.
Sianne laughs "Neither would Sakrienth, she's well over twice the size she was at hatching."
Chloe walks out of the living caverns not long after Lidia, the young woman sees the weyrlings and their dragons and simply smiles.
Lidia comes out, carrying a bag over one shoulder, and waves when she sees the weyrlings.
A'mar glances to Sakrienth, and grins. "She's huge!" he says, glancing to his much smaller lifemate, blue Caldoth. He frowns then, glancing to his young dragon, then smiles, lifting his head and waving at Chloe and Lidia. "H'lo!" he calls out cheerfully.
Lidia notices Chloe's looking over at the weyrlings, and whispers something to her, then goes, and ties the bag she's carrying to Zsihaventh.
A'mar glances over to Lidia and Chloe curiously, and in particular the bag that Lidia is tieing to Zsihaventh. "What'cha doin'?" he asks, curiously.
Lidia grins. "Just getting the new Headwoman settled in." She glances fondly over at Chloe, waiting for the younger woman to join her.
Chloe walks over closer to Lidia and nods to the others as she is introduced a bit.
Lidia grins to A'mar. "I don't believe we've been introduced. I'm Lidia, rider of Blue Zsihaventh." She reaches up and scritches Zsi's head ridges.
A'mar grins up at Lidia. "I'm Talmar." then he glances to Caldoth, and blushes. "I mean, A'mar." he says, with a sheepish nod. "And this is my new blue, Caldoth." « Pleased to meet ye. » the young dragon says, in a thick Ruathan accent. "But, ah, we were just heading off to the lake, to get cleaned up. Later!" he waves, following as the dirty-pawed Caldoth bounds off towards the lake.
