'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.

2691.1.13

Fort Weyr - Northeast 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 administration complex and the training grounds were candidates and weyrlings can often be found. 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.

Light, dusty snow has been falling in short, lazy spurts all day, the cloud cover never quite clearing enough to let shine through. A few crystalline flakes dance on the breeze yet, but the latest little trickle has mostly come to an end, leaving a thin veil of white to dust over paths that will soon enough be cleared again just from the passage of tromping feet. Off to one side of the bowl, Xanshalla sits on an overturned bucket, bent over as she scrubs her already reddened hands with snow, muttering "Grossgrossgross!" all the while.

Chrystyne walks out of the training area, she is pulling on her jacket and boots as she stumbles a bit after a short stop at the barracks to get into cleaner clothes after doing stuff a rider wanted her too. She straightens herself up and walks over to where she sees another candidate. "Hey."

Xanshalla looks up at the greeting, disgusted frown turning into a smile. "Oh, hi there!" she says, quite brightly given her mood of just a single second ago. "What've they got you doing today? Was it icky?"
Chrystyne shakes her head as she says quietly. "Well just a little messy but no big deal. Got rider intern chore thingie." She smiles.

"I got fishing," Xanshalla declares with a pout. "They took us out this morning, and it would have been really fun, but then they made us gut them! Yuck!" She pulls a face, holding up her hands. "They still stink, it's awful!" Whiiiiine. "What was interning like? Was it fun? Did you get to fly?"

Chrystyne shakes her head as she says with a bit of a sigh. "Well not that exciting. Been through it before but that was a few turns ago." She looks around. "Had to help out cleaning a weyr for one of the riders…"

Xanshalla gives a little pout of disappointment. "Cleaning? You get to spend the day with a dragonrider and they had you /cleaning/? Oh, that is so not fair." Hopes for an exciting story aren't yet dashed however. "Been through it before? Do you mean you've stood before? What's it like? You know, when they hatch. I'm learning pretty quickly what the chores are like," she laughs.

Chrystyne nods quietly as she says. "Yes Marissa and I both stood before at Telgar Weyr when we were 14, sometimes they make you do the most boring things or smallest tasks. It all adds up to what one does as a rider."

Xanshalla nods, expression for once sober and attentive. "But on the day of the hatching?" she prompts. "Is it really scary? They're so big…." She waves a hand as she trails off. "Dragons are, I mean."

Chrystyne hears the rider she was assigned to bellow out her name and looks over to Xanshalla, hope the chores get better for you, I got to run, don't want to have a grumpy rider at me." She smiles and waves as she runs in the direction of the rider.