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Harper's Tale 2 - Thursday, September 26, 2002, 9:59 PM
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You soar in for a landing on Kihaelth's ledge.
Not Here
Jutting out amidst a arched carveway of stone, this ledge provides the room and ability to house a handful of small dragons, and a few larger ones. Turns worth of use has left talon marks upon the polished stone floor, while shallowed depressions form where the sun hits stone. Blackened and near unseen from the sky is the actual entrance to the Weyr.
It is a summer afternoon. The rain has lightened to a gentle shower, and the sky is lighter, though still covered with clouds.
Inside the weyr, you see a blue dragon and one person.
You see Ini, Mara, and Penga here.
Obvious exits:
Weyr     Fly

Vorkoroth thinks to you, << I bespoke Kihaelth with: Vorkoroth insinuates a subtle finger of midnight fog across the mindscape, the lurking billows shot through with faint glimmers of old silver. <<I am bringing my Wyn for a visit. Is your rider available?>> >>

Vorkoroth senses Kihaelth response is but a minute delayed as he relays questions to his own lifemate, his rumble of response rather low though highlited with cheerful tones of golden-wheat, << Mine is, she says for yours to come in once you land. >>

Vorkoroth thinks to you, << I bespoke Kihaelth with: Vorkoroth's dark fog trembles once in a crisp mental nod, accompanied by the flavours of concentration surrounding landing. <<Then we come. My thanks to you and yours.>> >>

Slithering down the straps-ladder, Wyn slides from Vorkoroth's neck and gently touches earth.

You go to the Not There.
Not There
The drab walls of this weyr are warmed and colored by the faded and worn tapestries that line them, these placed where book-filled shelves and pegs can't be found. Glowbaskets are randomly strewn about, either hanging from the pegs and casting a warm glow over the area, or settled onto the shelves offering light with which to see. In the farthest reaches of the weyr, and settled behind a curtained parition are the sleeping quarters. When drawn back, the curtain reveals a medium-sized bed fitted with a blue quilt and large pillows; a chest resting at the foot of the bed and a shelf above. Kihaelth's couch rests not more then a stone's throw away from this, and even upon this there are signs that it is occupied by Kihaelth and Tevya, for a pillow still lays atop it. In the northeastern portions, a door leading to the bathing chambers can be seen. The northern portions are dedicated to the hearth; where a U shaped pillow-lined and backed bench surrounds a woven-blanket and pillow lined depression in the floor that sits just infront of the warm hearth. Pegs and shelves adorn the walls surrounding the mantle, from which Riding gear hangs, and personal items can be found. Behind the back of the bench is the dining area, this nothing more then a old table with four chairs surrounding it. The rest of the weyr has been devoted to Kihaelth, including the small mud-wallow in the back of the weyr.
On the ledge, you see a blue dragon.
Fly, flutter, sit about and putter, all around you there are are three firelizards.
Blue Kihaelth is here.
Tevya is here.
Obvious exits:
Northeast Ledge
Wyn emerges from out of the blue, stepping into the room.

Tevya has busied herself, apparently with sweeping. The last of the dust is skillfully swept into a dustbin and deposited into the hearth of the fire..see, no one will be able to tell the difference. Or so Tevya seems to think as she dusts her hands off and sets the broom and bin off to the side. Kihaelths welcoming bugle to the landing Vor reverberates around the inner weyr, before he pokes his head through and out onto the ledge--ever the watchful sentinel. "Wyn, is that you?"

Fyria snugs Wyn! Wyn is snugged. She offers a faint smile in return. And then a large blue head lowers, nudging her firmly into Fyria's arms with a distinct twinkle in whirling eyes. <<I am reasonably sure that Fyria doesn't bite, Wyn.>>

"Yes, Vorkoroth, look, I'm walking into the weyr. Yes, love, I /can/ be social without your intervention... /No/, you may not go pant over Entymeth." This quiet running litany brought to you by a Wyn who's one part irritated, one part amused, and yet another part pondering the vagaries of lifemates. "Tevya?" she calls, upon settling matters mental to her satisfaction. "I do apologize for dropping in, but Vorkoroth said you were in..."

"Yes.. and I'm glad you did! Come in.. I don't think you've seen my--oh fine Kihaelth, /our/ place yet, have you?" Approachful glance is sent towards her lifemates tail-end as he continues his greeting of his fellow clutch-sibling, the tip of his tail dancing back and forth on the stone of the weyr-floor. "Can I get you anything to drink..or eat? I just brought up a fresh batch of juice and some meatrolls. Redfruit too, if you're interested." Each of which are displayed on the table Tevya was currently standing beside, "And how's Vorkoroth doing?"

The polished baritone rumble-purrs of a Vorkoroth replying in kind, and no doubt casually sharing weyr gossip form a backdrop that Wyn has to lift her voice ever-so-slightly to overcome. "It's certainly a fine and comfortable looking weyr," she pronounces. "I don't believe I have actually dropped in yet. Perhaps I /do/ need to mend my social ways. But some juice would be lovely, and Vorkoroth is as endearingly monomaniac as ever. How are you and yours?" Without further ado, the bland little bluerider settles herself on her clutchmate's couch.

"Well I've yet to see yours. I think there may've been a grounding inbetween the times when I /meant/ to visit and wasn't able to.." Tevya responds with a touch of humor to her voice, "Though now I'll have to return the call..and I'm glad to hear that he's doing well. Kihaelth and I are rather well ourselves, considering Kihaelth strained himself on flight practices today. I've forbid him from going any further then the weyr ledge until this time tomorrow.. Can't be too careful I say." And that longwinded response is cut off when Tevya hands Wyn a mug of juice, settling down on the couch next to Wyn while tucking a leg underneath her to prop an elbow up onto.

"Thank you," is the automatic reply from Wyn as she takes the mug and sips from it, nodding intelligently here and there. "Mmm, yes. I have to be constantly after Vorkoroth to know his limits as well. I do believe it's a blue trait, this tendancy to overdo. At least my fellow seems to very quietly consider himself Faranth's gift to the air..." A fond glance, in an unguarded moment, towards the doorway and the blue outside.

"Oh I think you're right there, Wyn.. Kihaelth seems to think he's the end-all, be-all of dragons in wing drills. Impresses even me at some points, though don't tell him I said as much.." Grinning rather widely, Tevya simply shakes her head. "Though he has a decent amount of self control, which goes well with the rest of him." Not that she was /bragging/ or anything... "And how're things your way? You keeping busy with wing duties and all that?"

Wyn offers one of her specialty of enigmatic smiles, a twinkle lurking faintly in her eyes. "Your secret is safe with me... we riders of blues /do/ have to stick together, after all." Fear, Pyrene, /fear/. "But," she notes, curling herself and her juice more comfortably on the couch. "I've been busy. Wing duties, and reading what I can on Dragonhealing. And attempting to avoid a certain brownriding clutchmate of yours who's got entirely too much faith in his charms."

"Sounds vaguely familiar.. Though I've been neglecting the 'healing studies for a few days now. Just haven't had the time to pick up the scrolls and read them. Kihaelth though, insists I do that later tonight..so I guess I'll be caught up soon enough." Tevya says, brushing strans of hair back from her eyes. Which is perfect timing, for the raised brow that Tevya suddenly offers towards Wyn can be seen. "Oh? It wouldn't be the frilly-one." No, she mentions no names. That way, she can't be accused of gossiping.

[OOC:] Wyn ehems. Clutchmate=Wingmate.

"S'titch? Oh eurgh." This is Wyn's comment on the matter of the Lacy One. "No, fortunately for us, that one is far more interested in attracting his own gender." Wyn has no such compunctions about gossip. Of course, since she delivers this analysis in as bland a tone as ever, with little relish, it's not really the same as proper gossip. "And anyways, he's Tsunami's problem now."

Tevya grins as she watches Wyn's reaction, only to tilt her head in thought. "Well I guess it's good news for everyone but Tsunami. Though they should be able to get him into some order of..semblance." Or was that the optimist in Tevya speaking out? "Besides.. I always had the feeling that he wanted to be in Tsunami from the beginning. Could be wrong though." And in case she is, there's a double-check with Kihaelth, who promptly turns from the ledge and ambles towards Tevya, whuffling softly as he goes. "Nope. Kihaelth seems to think the same.." Scary, that sentence is. Tevya and Kihaelth on the same train of thought.

"Lis certainly seems to like him. Tatia thinks he's a twit, but Vespurath is fond of him." sums up Wyn briefly with a flicker of an eyebrow indicating her thoughts as to which half of /that/ pairing is dominant. She sips her juice and looks oddly thoughtful for a moment, before taking a breath, holding it a moment, taking another one, and then venturing. "Er, Tevya... have you had much experiance in getting overly-persistant males to skive off?" she inquires. You think Tevya and Kihaelth on the same mental page is scary? Try a Wyn seeking female advice.

"Me? Um..well, not really no.." Tevya decides to answer that question first, mostly because there was reasoning behind it. None that she shares outwardly, though she does offer help in what Wyn seems to be looking for, "But..have you tried being blunt? Telling him that there is no way in all of Pern that it'll happen? And..if that doesn't work, tell him you're involved. That usually works.." Coming from someone who'd just stated theyhad no experience in the matter of disuading persistant-wanna-be suitors.. "And if not..well have a friend speak to the person for you. One of those should do the trick."

Wyn offers a vaguely wry look. "My dear clutchmate, the problem is things have already 'happened'. I, however, sent him his walking papers. Bluntly. He... Oh, skies, it's N'sync. You see my problem?" she hazards. "He's impervious to insult, bluntness, and the most icy facade I can possibly pull off. I ignore him, I insult him, I attempt to make his life miserable if he speaks with me. But the idiot man does /not/ get the hint!"

"Oh." Yes. See, all she needed was a name..and Tevya understands. "Ouch. You do have a problem. I..well.. I dont know what to say.." Tevya is, unfortunately, caught in the mid-way point between a laugh and a grimmace..which inadvertantly comes off with a rather twisted-looking grin. "I'm afraid to even ask how all of this got started..though I've the feeling I know somehow. Just..not right up front.." Stray thoughts that pass aloud, while Tevya attempts to make up her mind. "What if..well have you thought about setting him up with someone else?" Nothing like passing off your problems onto someone else. "Or..better yet..trying to beat him at his own game?"

Wyn wrinkles her nose delicately, and repairs to her juice. "I don't think I know a single female I hate enough to set up with him," she admits reluctantly. "Or perhaps... no. That would be entirely too cruel. And I /could/ share the details of how this happened, but I prefer not to kiss and tell /too/ greatly. Unlike /him/." A prim snort, before a vaguely wicked look settles in her eyes. "Beat him at his own game... pray tell, elabourate."

"True enough there. I can't think of anyone either.." Tevya responds after a moment of thought. "Well..you say he doesn't get the picture? I can only imagine that he's..always coming onto you and the likes, right? Well..what if you were to do the same to him? You know..beat him at his own game. Completely throw yourself at his feet and the likes. It might be enough to throw him off. You know, he might like that you're playing 'hard to get'.. The only problem is..do you think he'd take you up on your offers?"

Wyn considers the theory for a long moment, cupping the mug in both hands and lacing her fingers together over the top of it. Somehow, she's transferred a cushion to her lap, and when she hugs her knees to her chest, she squishes it somewhat. "I suppose I could do that." she muses. "The only problem is... I'm unused to 'playing' that sort of game. If I want someone, I go out and get them. If not, not. N'sync... is outside of the normal rules. Beneath them."

"Mm. I've never done it either. I've been..lucky." Which..she won't exactly get into, considering Wyn had a serious problem on her hands. "Well..let's see what you can do then. N'sync has done nothing but..proposition you.." And she uses that term loosely, as much is evident by the way it comes out of Tevya's mouth, "So..what if when he..propositions..you again..you just say yes? I mean.. he might be freaked, I mean it kindly Wyn.. but he might be freaked enough that he'd not know what to do after so much rejection. He might not know what to do. I mean, I've only /heard/ about him..never quite seen him around other then during wing drills and such. It /might/ work.."

Wyn doesn't look entirely convinced of the plan. "I think... I need to keep on rejecting him a little longer first," she temporizes. "The man has incredible resilience of ego. If I said 'yes', he'd probably say 'when and where?'" she sums up. "Of course, he was actually fairly go-- no." she halts herself. "No."

"Mm. You could be right. I mean..if he's anywhere near as persistant as you say he is.." Tevya replies, shaking her head in utter disbelief, "Well.. I think I see where your problem is. It's too bad he just can't take no for an answer. Though..well don't you feel just a tad bit..bad for him?" Tevya the bleeding heart, "I mean, it seems like he's trying so hard. Granted, it could just be..well you know.." Shoulders roll and Tevya shakes her head to dislodge any further continuation of that sentence, "You seem like you've got your hands full just dealing with him. I can't imagine what I'd do."

"N'sync? N'sync only got to go to bed with me because he caught me at /just/ the right time to manipulate my emotions." reveals Wyn, somehow managing to soften the blunt tone with the precise diction inherant to her. "So no, I don't feel atall bad for him. You can sleep with him if you like," she offers.

"No.. that's not what I meant. I mean.. from everything that I've heard, and I've heard enough considering we are in the same wing, he tries so hard and.. he's always shot down." It doesn't have anything to do with the fact that he's N'sync, not at all.. "I don't know. I guess I'm just a soft-heart when it comes to things like that.." Which leads Tevya to a moment of silent thought in which the later portion of Wyn's statement is almost missed. /Almost/. "What?! You've /got/ to be kidding!" Now she nearly sinks into a fit of laughter, mixed with partial shock. One for emotions, Tevya was. "I couldn't ever.. It's just too bad you couldn't find someone who likes him as much as he likes you."

Wyn's expression, while still mostly still, is no longer introspective. No, now by some trick of the light and angles it's wickedly amused. Anyone else would be grinning. "Well, you /were/ the one saying you felt sorry for him..." she drawls innocently. "After all, we /all/ know how it goes with women attracted to those they feel need looking after..." But just as suddenly she shifts to dry sarcasm. "Likes him that much? I believe we ought to get him a mirror, then."
[OOC:] Wyn eyes. Still mostly still? I'm getting tired.
[OOC:] Tevya grins.

"Me? No. I've..no. No." Could she say the word No enough in that sentence? Tevya apparently doesn't think so, because she shakes her head. "No. I've..I'm happy with who I have." A side-comment truly, that is quickly pushed past as she laughs. "Oh now there's a solution! Get him a mirror and you might just have a way out!" This thought is enough to keep Tevya rather amused for a few seconds, before she's drawing a pillow of her own up to her chest to rest her chin upon. "Still.. I bet there's something we can do about him.. We just have to think along the right lines."

"The right lines..." muses Wyn thoughtfully. "Castration? Aversion Therapy? I do believe I recall Ciera mentioning gelding knives. Of course," she admits, finishing her juice and setting the mug to one side. "Of course, she /was/ giving birth at the time."

"Wyn!" Mock-shocked tone is nearly alive with laughter as Tevya regards her friend, "That's.. a bit dramatic, wouldn't you think? Though..if you confronted him with those options.. it might be enough..." Is she joking or serious? With Tevya, it's hard to tell. "Ciera.. now she could get him off your back, I bet. In a second. Better then anyone else I can think of, save for Hyzen. 'course, I could always talk to Hyzen and see if we couldn't get N'sync put on the earliest and longest sweeps. That way he's too tired to do anything else but return to the weyr and fall asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow."

Wyn looks as sweet and innocent as only one plotting truly heinous deeds can look. "Well, it was a thought..." she drawls, before suddenly looking alive and quite girlishly amused as she snugs the pillow to her chest. "Hyzen... sweeps... Oooh, and she's had her own run-in with the fellow. Tevya, you are indeed a true friend." she pronounces, before a rumble from outside causes her eyes to unfocus. "Oh, yes. Apparently V'der has a cold and we're drawing lots to take his sweeps. I'd best run off and see to it, 'ere I get the short straw..." She doesn't yet stand, however.

"Well..consider it done then. I'll talk with Hyzen and see what she says." Tevya responds, nodding as Wyn prepares to leave. "Just..give me a day or so. I'll have Kihaelth tell Vorkoroth anything that we come up with. And it was great seeing you again Wyn..do stop by again soon."

Wyn nods, and tugs her riding jacket closed again as she rises, after plumping the pillow back up and replacing it exactly. "And the same to you, as well. Lianta's rooming with me while she gets adjusted to High Reaches again, so the more the merrier." And with that, the other bluerider is off.