'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 - Scenic Overlook * Sheltered Cavern
Distinct bands of deep brown and black work their way across the low ceiling, and act almost like columns along the sides of this room. The stone has been polished to a high sheen, perfectly smooth as it follows the natural contours of this cavern. Thin gauzy panels of fabric have been hung from ceiling to floor in cascading complementary colors. The fabrics roll and flutter beneath the invisible air currents which occasionally push their way into the cavern. Nestled coves of curving benches and pillow piles can be found stashed in the semi-private coves between the waving fabrics. Light filters through the thin fabrics, creating a surreal if peaceful daytime scene while lit from a few spots unobtrusive along the ceiling at night. At the back of the cavern are two heavy wooden doors while farther forward it looks like there is a larger opening.

Yesterday's blizzard has thankfully passed, its fury vented, leaving Fort a glistening white wonderland of fantastic snow-shapes and glittering ice. It's the perfect sort of day for finding a high vantage from which to take a gander at the majestic expanse of the caldera and surrounding mountains. And though the journey up the narrow staircase might be a worth a bit of heart-thumping, the view from the balcony is certainly worth it. And this room makes the perfect retreat once the cold has finally seeped into careful layers and put a bright pink blush into cheeks. And so one Xanshalla can be found, curled up on one of the cushioned benches in a wall-cove, a thin book open across her knees.

Nayale pants for breath when she finally makes it to the cavern. It isn't as if the girl was -trying- to find this specific place, but instead she was just randomly exploring the weyr with unquenchable curiosity. So when she finds this wispy place among her travels, her eyes go wide, "Wooooooow." Is all she can manage to get out before nearly tumbling into the room. She's wearing thick, fur lined boots, a long skirt, a jacket, and at least this time, a pair of gloves along with her knit hat. She looks much more snug this time around. Her cheeks are bright red and her breath leaves great clouds to hang in the air for several moments before they disappear. "This place is great!" And then those dark blue eyes are alighting upon Shalla and she's nearly hopping over to her follow candidate to drop down on the bench besides her. "You knew about this place and didn't tell me? Too cruel, Shalla, too cruel!" She reaches up and presses her hand against hear heart, as if she'd been wounded.

Xanshalla's eyes lift from her book at the exclamation of wonder, a bright grin pulling at her lips as she remains quiet, just watching her fellow candidate take in her surroundings. "I only just found it myself," she confesses, tucking her feet — bootless but with thickly knit wool socks on, the boots are under the bench — closer to her side as Nayale joins her. "I was trying to find the stairs to the Star Stones, but I kind of went the wrong way." She scratches lightly at her nose, mildly embarrassed for having gotten lost. "But isn't it great up here? And there's a balcony through that opening," she gestures, "You can see /forever/."

"Oh, okay, you're forgiven then." Nayale throws herself at poor Shalla, wrapping her in a quick forgiving hug before she's released and Naya is left to peer around a bit more. "I'd say you went the right way, personally." She tugs off her hat and gloves, setting them on the bench before pushing off of it. Twirling around, arms extended so her fingers brush against the gauzy panels until she's dizzy and nearly topples over. "I'll have to go look, after I've caught my breath." Although turning around and around is hardly a very helpful way for one to catch their breath.

"Oh good," Xanshalla giggles, able to return that hug with only one arm as she uses her other hand to prevent her book from toppling off her lap. "I couldn't bear to have you mad at me for keeping secrets!" The laughter just continues as Naya spins, the trader-girl teasingly putting her hand up to the side of her head as she mock-groans, "Oooog, I think /I'm/ dizzy now." Closing her book, she leans forward to slide it under the bench, upright between her boots. "I think so, too," is agreed with a contented look around. "It's like… like a Lady's bower from a harper tale." The kind of tale that always has a handsome young roguish fella and plenty of smooching in them. "I think I'm going to decorate my wagon like this! Well. When I rejoin my clan and actually can afford a wagon of my own, that is. Maybe in a couple more turns."

Nayale wobbles, her eyes having trouble focusing on Xanshalla's sitting form, but she gives a bright, if not lopsided, grin. "Oh, I don't think I could ever truly be mad. I'm not really the type, you know, to hold grudges or anything like that. Nyek says I'm too much of a free spirit." He also says she's a big pain in his ass most of the time, but she doesn't feel the need to repeat that little tidbit. "And you -totally- should! This would make a fantastic wagon. I mean, not that I've ever really seen much of the inside of a trader's wagon, but it looks awfully pretty and would totally suit you." Naya totally flirts it up, but in a way that's hard to feel completely uncomfortable with. "You should have lots of purple or something, I think that would be a good color for you." After the words are said she's exploring more, peeking here and peeking there, plopping down on pillow piles with a squeal.

Xanshalla reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, grinning. "Me, either. My brothers all just say that I'm too nice for my own good. I can sure get mad at /them/ though!" She tries to pull off a fierce expression, but it doesn't work very well, especially not with her dimple digging a deep divot in her cheek as she holds back the grin. "You should come visit my clan come spring," she invites perkily. "I can show you the family wagon. It's pretty plain though. Efficient, Pa calls it. Stuffy is what I call it!" she giggles. If she picks up on the flirtation at all, she doesn't seem to mind it, though it's entirely possible it's just flying right over her head and she's interpreting it as mere friendliness. "I do like purple. But orange is my favourite. It's just so /bright/, and looks so happy with a little bit of yellow and green thrown in." She reaches out a hand to bat gently at one of the gauzy hangings. "And the best thing is curtains like this would be a lot easier to switch out when you wanted a change, instead of always having to re-paint. Paint stinks, anyway." Nose crinkle. "Did you have anything like this down at Ierne? A special hidey hole?" she tacks on a bit of clarification for her question.

"Brothers are good at being irritating. Nyekal doesn't get me mad too often though honestly. I mean, he's overprotective about silly stuff, but I don't often get the urge to strangle him." Naya thankfully lacks dimples, but she finds Shalla's rather amusing, and giggles louder at the 'fierce expression.' "Visit? That could be fun! I'll totally do that. Being a trader must be kinda fun, moving around all the time and all. I've moved a bit, from Benden to Igen to Ierne. But I've lived most of my life in Ierne so that's my home. And some times it's kinda fun, but other times it's rather boring." And Xanshalla would be right, if she thought it as mere friendliness, for the most part, since she flirts with everyone harmlessly. But perhaps it's more. Who's to say right now. "Orange would be lovely too. It's so warm when you add yellow and maybe a bit of red too. Like fire? That could be a good color theme as well. Not that I um, am very good with color stuff. But it -seems- like it would be a good color sceme." Pause. "And you could totally do different colors for different season. That'd be so much fun!" She nearly sparkles walking closer after she's gotten a good look at most of the cavern. "Well we had this cove that I found that was really amazing, but it wasn't really easy to get to, and we didn't get to go there that often-" It appears as if the teen was going to say more but a small green firelizard pops in, chittering loudly and Naya's cheeks instantly flush. "Oh Faranth! I.. I.. forgot! I was helping in the kitchen.. and I left the pot on the stove and now it's ruined." Or at least the images in the firelizard's mind are of not so very happy kitchen staff having to clean up -her- mess. "I've got to go! Bye Shalla! I'll see you soon!" Zoom. And Nayale is gone.