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Harper's Tale 2 - Sunday, October 27, 2002, 10:36 PM
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Star Stones
With Thread in full swing and fall charts so common, this old sentinel is a bit of a charming antiquity, a monument to history: lichens eat at the stone in crevices not latey scrubbed, and firelizards perch in the unblinking socket of the Eye Rock. Only snow lands often on the broad, lower ledge, and only wind climbs the short stair to the top, but the view for the curious is worth it and more, as all the mountains of the Reaches' range spear the sky above, and the Weyr itself lays below, its ring of spires like some great titan's discarded crown.
It is an autumn afternoon. As the sun heads towards the west, a bank of puffy clouds drifts in from the north, partially obscuring the sun. The day is still bright, but getting colder all the time.
To the west, you see a green dragon.
Balanced in the Eye Rock is a blue firelizard.
Blue Vorkoroth is here.
You see Wannabe Likeness of Tatia and Message Drum here.
Obvious exits:
Spires' Sky     Stairs

Slithering down the straps-ladder, Wyn slides from Vorkoroth's neck and gently touches earth.
Vespurath drops in from Spires' height.
Across shades of pine and sage, Tatia slides down Vespurath's side, landing on the ground with a slight bounce.

Bundled up in her riding leathers and a fine grey wool scarf-and-hat set, Wyn is impervious to the autumn chill. Muahahah. Or something. Wyn herself isn't terribly inclined to cackle, so perhaps we'll just leave it at that. She /is/ inclined towards admiring the afternoon view of the Weyr and environs, exchanging quiet comments with Vorkoroth about this landmark or that as she curls between the seated blue's forelegs.

Tatia, on the other hand, is inclined to enjoy the evening view of the weyr - thus the reason she's bundled herself up here as the sun starts to sink westward. She comes prepared, does this greenrider, with a warm skin of klah, several blankets, and a few hides to keep her occupied until her lifemate decides the stars are well and truly out. A bit early, perhaps, but it does tend to be quiet up here. She turns, hitching her pack over her shoulder, and starts in surprise as Wyn is noticed. Tat usually has the stones to herself. "Taking a break, are we?" she questions with a clearing of her throat to announce her prescence.

Wyn glances up at the voice, and then turns to peer around Vorkoroth, and favour Tatia with a quick little smile, and a wave of a scroll that's clutched in one hand "Somewhat. I'm primarily here to find a quiet place to study." she explains. "Although the view is more intriguing at the moment than draconic parasite problems. Yourself?" That said, she promptly picks up the scroll and begins reading again. Vorkoroth is a touch more voluble, if no less precise in his diction, rumble-purring a hello over towards Vespurath, and commenting on the light's pleasing effects on her hide.

Vespurath isn't terribly impressed with the compliment, but she does return the greeting with an enthusiastic, though soft, trumpet, followed by some bouncy commentary on the forthcoming stars and question or two about their own prescence at the stones. "Draconic parasites?" Tatia echoes with a wrinkle of her nose. "Shards.. I can see how you'd want to be distracted from that." Her pack slithers down to the ground, and she nods toward the corner of a hide poking outward. "Same here - paper work, rather, and Vesp likes to watch the stars come out."

Vorkoroth is more scientifically interested in the play of light on hide, and demonstrates this by setting forth a few inquiries as to whether Vespurath's hide looks different on overcast days, or in the moonlight. Or starlight, since that's been mentioned. Wyn regards the blue tolerently, decides that all the rumble-purrs make for pleasant vibrations when leaned against, and gives Tatia another ghost of a smile. "Yes, perhaps. Although it's something Dragonhealers need to learn, I suppose... Paperwork indeed. Wing leadership is still suiting you well?"

The green is quick to note that, of course, her hide shows best in star-light - brings out the starbursts in her hide - and the two are off on a conversation that Tatia simply ignores. "Ah, yes.. I'd forgotten you were studying. How's the endeavor going? Rather different from mindhealing, I suppose?" she returns with a flashing grin before bending to retrieve a pair of smallish blankets from her sizeable pack. "Mmm.. well, I'm still going, so I suppose it suits me well enough," she replies vaguely, a flick of her hands sending the blanket flying to spread across the ground. "At any rate, I do it, and no one seems to have died from my wingleading yet." The last is a bit of morbid humor, offered with a dry smile.

Wyn is likewise content to leave her dragon to his own conversational devices, although she keeps a corner of her mind vaguely focused on it, in case the pair should start cooking up anything outrageous. "Mmm..." she shrugs slightly. "It's different from Mindhealing, yes, but quite similar to much of the rest of Healing in many basic areas. Although, barring Thread, dragons are much less frequent guests in the infirmary. So the studying goes well enough, although G'deon has been somewhat maddeningly elusive to track down..." she admits, returning to her reading again after such a long spate of words. "Oh, and I believe I owe you congratulations about K'nex, unless I'm behind on weyr gossip?"

"Mmm.. you know, now that you mention it, I don't think I've seen Gid for longer than a few passing moments for months," Tatia mention absently as her blanket is smoothed and she settles herself atop it. "I wonder what he's up to." That line of musing is quickly interrupted with a widening of her eyes and a somewhat blank, faintly irritated stare in Wyn's direction. "Congratulations?"

Irritation noted, Wyn shrugs, and simply retreats back to her reading with a "Nothing. I obviously misheard." in a studiously bland tone. Ah, such lovely things, personal shells. Another page is scrolled to, and she picks up a small notebook, jotting some notation or another into it. "Who knows." she hazards carefully on matters of G'deon. "Ilare, perhaps?"

"Perhaps," Tatia agrees before directing the conversation firmly back in the direction she wants it to go. Her tone is tightly curious as she tilts her head toward Wyn with slightly narrowed eyes. "Misheard? What have you heard?" Tatia's never up on the gossip - particularly that which concerns her own life. Could have something to do with her tendancy to snap at people before they get that far.

"Nothing too salacious, I assure you," is Wyn's reply, the bluerider examining her perfectly-clean and short-trimmed nails for signs of dirt, and finding none. "But with your tendancy to snap at people relaying things they've heard about you, I don't really know if I care to elabourate." she sums up, entirely too blandly for anyone to get properly irate with. Although Tatia's welcome to try.

Vorkoroth, meanwhile, pauses in his continued chat with Vespurath (He's now asking about constellations,) to offer a chuff of a snicker at his lifemate. And then its' back to things celestial.

Anyone? Come now. This is Tatia. She can get properly irate over a smile directed at the wrong person. Tonight, however, her curiousity seems to be riding higher than her temper, and so her brows simply rise as she pulls another blanket from her pack and loops it around her shoulders. "If you didn't want to share, you shouldn't have brought it up," the greenrider points out with only slight irritation. "Tell me." Vespurath, in the meantime, is much too willing to elaborate on the subject of constellations, though the accuracy of her information may be somewhat questionable.

Wyn watches Tatia's slow transformation into a Pernese mummy with mild fascination, before shrugging. "I was merely attempting a polite segue into a topic other than draconic intestinal problems," she points out. "But to borrow the inimitable phrasing of the auntie who told it to me, you and K'nex 'finally got yer heads outta yer arses an' realized that yer were a little more 'n' friends.'." she mimics. "So, congratulations on that, whatever its' worth."

Tatia tugs the blanket a little tighters and leaves her hides in the pack. Who wants to work when you can pursue a conversation that's so.. fascinating? Her lips twitch for a moment, before finally settling into a smile, and her gaze settles somewhat blankly on the span of the weyr below them. "Ah..." she replies, drawing the sound out before twisting to look at Wyn with the same smile. "What's scary about that is that we got the realizing part out of the way over a turn ago," she admits.

If Wyn is surprised to find Tatia amused rather than irritated, she doesn't show it. Of course, with Wyn, this is to be expected. She amuses herself by rubbing at Vorkoroth's tailspade, which is resting in her lap, as she continues to chat. "Mmm... one of those situations that would make a wonderful comedy, if one wasn't personally involved?" she queries.

"I wouldn't know," Tatia returns somewhat dryly. Amused rather than irritated? Surprising changes in Tatia's attitude of late, it seems. "Being personally involved, and all." Her knees pull upward and the blanket is draped over them until she forms a ball of warmth. It gets chilly early at the 'Reaches.

Changes for the better, most would agree. Wyn, for one, feels that the orbit of her eye is significantly less threatened. "So, /is/ it congratulations then?" she probes, just as intrigued, if a bit more quietly. Other peoples' love lives are /much/ more fun to chat about than ones' own.

"I think so," Tatia answers in response. Vespurath, still regaling Vorkoroth with interesting constellation 'facts', moves to curl next to her lifemate, and Tatia leans backward against the warmth of green hide. Less threatened? Come now. It's been turns since Tat's punched someone when she wasn't proddy. Or pregnant. But that was entirely Sii'kyns fault.

Vorkoroth has now switched over to polite murmurs of 'Do go on,' and the like, tone faultlessly rich and warm even if he's now likely calculating tactics for future snowball fights. Hooded gaze intent on the green, he bobs his head now and again for greater effect. Wyn doesn't seem inclined to give away his secret, perhaps envisioning the fuss Vesp could raise. So she gives Tatia a little smile. "That's good to hear... Now P'rru can return his attention to rumbling about finding Sasha a nice fellow to settle down with."

Tatia's brows shoot up in surprise, and her gaze flicks quickly toward Wyn. "What, P'rru has been making concerned noises about us?" she questions in low amusement that's meant to keep actual surprised curiousity under wraps. "I think Sasha's plenty enough to worry about." Said with a distasteful grimace - Tat never /did/ like Sash's last pick.

Wyn laughs very quietly. "Tatia, you know P'rru. Not happy unless he's fussing over 'his girls'. Which I believe includes every dragonriding female under 35 in the weyr." she sums up. "So of course he's fussing over you. And myself, as well. Although I happily admit to being a lost cause." she concludes, despite Vorkoroth's disparraging snort of 'Of course you aren't!'. "Hmm... from what Branwyth told Vorkoroth the other day, though, Sasha might not need worrying over much longer." the bluerider avers with a serene air.

"Really, now? Don't tell me N'sync's still harrassing you?" Tatia questions as Vespurath's tail loops toward her. She snakes an arm from beneath her blanket to pat at green hide absently. Even Tat's heard /that/ bit of gossip. The next item of conversation catches her attention, and her eyes widen slightly. "Sasha? Really? Has she latched onto someone again?"

Wyn rolls her eyes slightly. "Even /you/ have heard of that?" she echoes, before looking very faintly smug. "But in answer to your question, no. In fact, I believe he's avoiding me now." Situation rectified, Wyn has the upper hand. Life is good. And gossip makes it more so, even if Wyn retains the serene air she always sports when relaying hot news, as if it couldn't /possibly/ be classed as such when delivered in such precise diction. "Hmmm... well, if what was relayed was true, someone's trying to latch on to Sasha. Branwyth likes him, and Sasha's wavering, although from the sounds of Branwyth, he's decidedly acceptable to /her/."

"Good to hear," Tatia replies with obvious distaste. "That boy needs to be have certain bits of his anatomy removed, for the safety of the weyr and the betterment of humankind." The firm pronouncement is followed by a short nod before curiosity again turns her to Sasha. "Really, now? A rider? Someone I know?" she questions swiftly. "I'm not sure the dragon always knows best, though..." After all. Her lifemate is Vespurath. Who likes to question about bits and parts.

"I offered to," drawls Wyn with a bit of a feral smile. "Since I still keep an aid kit - and scalpel - on hand, but he declined, alas." She drums her fingertips together, leans her cheek against her dragon, and then returns to the serious business of dissecting Sasha's affairs in absentia. "Mmm, non-rider, I heard. In Tillek area. Vorkoroth didn't relay much more. And while you're quite right, I do believe Branwyth to be a fairly good judge of her rider."

"I didn't say anything about offering," Tatia returns darkly before "/Tillek?/" is exclaimed in suprise. "How the shards did she meet someone in Tillek? Non-rider, you say? A crafter, then, or a holder?" Her frown lingers from thoughts of N'sync. "Hold-bred and 'riders don't often work, you know," she points out.

"True... on the other hand, /he's/ pursuing /her/," points out Wyn. "Obviously knowing that she's a greenrider, and I doubt that Sasha will have any compunction about setting him straight on just what sort of person she is..." She trails off to allow a hint of an amused smile. "Actually, I'd not put it past her to have done that right off, to try and scare him away."

"Yes, but knowing and experiencing are two entirely different things," Tatia points out quickly. Rather pessimistic, isn't she? "Shards, it's not easy for /me/ to accept it, and I've been riding for turns. It's a lot easier to say that you won't mind flight results than it is to actually deal with them." She sighs softly, head shaking. "But.. I suppose, if he wins her over, it's her buisness, hmm?" Tat, evidently, doesn't approve of many males.

"On the other hand," counters Wyn, apparently fond of that phrase this evening. "You're a great deal more suspicious and untrusting in matters of the heart than the average male." We are /not/ talking about Wyn. Nope. Nada. "But indeed it is. I wish them luck, myself." she pronounces, before picking up the scroll again.

"It doesn't have anything to do with untrusting," Tatia argues, despite the fact that it most certainly does. "But honestly, Wyn. No matter how much you accept it as a way of life, can you tell me that /anyone/ would /like/ seeing the on they love end up with someone else on a regular basis?" Oh, fun. Let's get Tat started on the subject of flights.

Wyn is apparently in the mood for philosophical debates tonight, as she pulls an unlabeled flask of sherry from her pocket, takes a sip against the cold, and replaces it, before riposting calmly that "I'm not saying it's easy. I /am/ however saying that it's not impossible. I submit my parents as an example. If both sides are willing to compromise and be realistic in their expectations, then there is a good chance of such a relationship succeeding. So I still wish them luck."

"Realistic or not, it hurts," Tatia states quite pointedly. "You can have expectations set firmly in your head, but it doesn't help how you feel one little bit." Her nose wrinkles again, and evidently Tatia decides that this conversation is /not/ a happy one, and thus, she finally bends to reach for the hide tucked into her pack.

"Mm, pain is a part of life." pronounces the former Mindhealer. "But pain seems to me to be an insufficiant reason not to embrace living." And does Wyn see anything hypocritical in spouting such views when she herself keeps her heart in a nice little box on her mantle? No. Although Vorkoroth is sniggering. To silence him, she collects her scroll, and gives Tatia a little wave. "I think I'd best get back to my weyr where the lighting is better, but it was... pleasant... talking with you, Tatia. Give my regards to Tsunami." And with only that and nothing more, blue and bluerider are off again.