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Elauren's Search


Date:  September 12, 2002
Places:  Telgar Weyr's Skyspace; Benden Hold's Skyspace, Courtyard, 
and Great Hall
Game:  PernMUSH
Copyright Info:  The World of Pern is copyright(c) to Anne McCaffrey 
l967. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright.

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Kassi's Note:  Just when Kassi had gotten lulled into a sense of 
security, when she was sure that Lysseth was going to avoid Searching
any people this round, Lyss had to go and prove her wrong.  (Naturally.
Like Lyss could resist such an opportunity?)  This time the green works 
her mischief at Benden Hold, plotting to steal Neratian Elauren from her 
tending of the local vineyards.  Many thanks go to Tenli for allowing me 
to come along on this Search, and then to do the actual Searching when 
she had to go offline! :)  

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The Log:

Benden Great Hall> "Telgar's duties to Benden Hold," Tenli offers quite
respectfully.

Benden Great Hall> A few faces turn towards the mature dragonrider.
Conversations lull about the Great Hall momentarily. There's not many of
rank in the Hall at the moment. A rather plain faced girl who's reading by
herself is the first to respond. "And Benden's duties to TElgar and her
Queens," the girl drawls. Elauren greets the woman with a polite nod.

The rim of the bowl falls away from you and you soar into the open skies.

<*> Lysseth disappears into Between.

Between
You gasp as the icy black nothingness of Between surrounds you! You hear
nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing. The trip takes five heartbeats...
Black...
Blacker...
Blackest!

You suddenly emerge...

<*> Lysseth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

<*> Lysseth trumpets to the watchdragon, a quick, brassy note; she flicks
her tail once toward the pair, then folds in wings for a steep, but
controlled, descent.

Benden Great Hall> Tenli dusts herself off a bit and glances back out
toward the courtyard. "I don't mean to intrude on your affairs," she begins
and approaches the young woman who spoke. "Tenli, Iridith's rider. I'm
waiting on another rider from the Weyr, Kassima. She's a bit more familiar
with the Hold that I am," she explains. "It's been too many turns since
I've had the pleasure of joining company here."

You spiral down to land in the courtyard.

You slide off of Lysseth's neck to land beside her easily. She rumbles,
cocking her head down at you, and you rub her eyeridges gratefully.

Kassima swings down while Lysseth's still offering her usual rumble of
greetings, muttering things about evil L'cher and his evil antics and
making her *late*. It's barely audible, which is fortunate because it's
probably too colorful to make good hearing. At least she seems in good
spirits once she's cursed out her Wingmate and sets for the Hold with a bit
of whistling.

The metal doors slide open at your touch, and you step into the Great Hall.

"Ah, here she is," Tenli reports, as if necessary as the Wingleader is the
only rider to have entered since Tenli's own arrival.

Elauren raises from her seat as the woman approaches. "Tenli," she repeats.
"Elauren. My pleasure. I was just catchin up on some readin here. Notes
about the vineyard, the soil out there and such. Nothin' to pressing I
reckon." Her face actually lights up in a soft smile now. "Oh yes, Kassima,
Kassi. I met her on," and she cuts off as the greenrider makes her way in.
"Seems like ya didn't have to wait too long."

"Sorry about that," Kassi offers to Tenli with a rather sheepish grimace,
running a hand back over her hair that leaves her bangs somewhat in
disarray. "'Twere just circling for *between* when Leerth bespoke Lyss
t'mention that he's gone and gotten *another* of a certain Lord's favorite
chattels pregnant, would you believe, and... well. Wanted t'calm down a bit
a'fore we jumped. Am I too awfully late?" Catching Elauren's voice, she
turns to greet the young woman with a bright smile of her own. "Elauren,
heyla--good t'be seeing you again. We met the other day," she explains,
"when 'twas here the last time m'uncle wanted something."

Tenli smiles, the wrinkles that sneak out from the corners of both her lips
and eyes becoming, if briefly, quite more evident. "Well met, Elauren, and
indeed. Kassima's Lysseth is rather fast," she slips in before beaming a
smile at Kassima. Laughing at first at her explanation, she shakes her head
a moment. "Ah, seems your reputation precedes you my friend. That, however,
surprises me little," is remarked and followed with a wink. "Not late at
all. I just got here myself. If you don't mind, I'm going to take these
skins back to the kitchens like I promised S'cot I'd do," she says.

Elauren's brows quirk up briefly at Kassima's story, albeit this is
short-lived as the girl realizes she's listening into affairs she ought
not. The brows relax and she settles again into a grin. "I hope the wine
was as good as you'd hoped for," Elauren says to Kassima. To both she
offers. "You ladies need a snackin'? A drink to wet your whistles?"

Kassima grins broadly at this, and if the corners of her eyes likely
crinkle, too, she doesn't seem to mind. Or maybe to realize. "I'd have it
that she's the fastest in Benden and Telgar both, but I've learned better
than t'suggest such things in front of another greenrider--Iridith might
nay be agreeing with me, I imagine. *My* reputation? Precede me? When has
*that* ever happened before." She's all innocence, oh, yes, eyes now gone
artfully wide. "Oh, would you? I scarcely mind. S'cot was so worried about
the sharded things. I nigh feared t'ask why; wonder if'n he lost 'em
t'someone local in a bet whom he fears t'cross? I'd love a drink," she
turns to admit to Elauren. "If'n 'tisn't any trouble. *This* time, I've
actually had dinner at least. And the wine was perfectly lovely."

Tenli shakes her head and then inclines it to Elauren. "I appreciate the
offer, and any other day I'd gladly take you up on it. Today, however, I've
an errand to attend to first," she explains and smiles. Laughing outright
at Kassima's words, she nods her head. "Well, even Iridith knows we're
getting on in turns. Whether she'd actually -admit- to that is another
story entirely! Now, I'll likely end up meeting you in the courtyard,
Kassi, if the assistant steward gives this too good a looking over," is
remarked as she holds up the skin. "Elauren, 'twas a pleasure. Clearest of
skies if I don't see you again this eve." With that, she heads into the
kitchen.

Tenli walks under the wide archway to the west, going into the kitchen.

"If you don't mind me speculating, could be one of the Hold guards.
Garnach, I reckon his name was. He's a big fellar. Likes to game. If your
friends a fearin' someone, it's probably him. And a pleasure, again,
Tenli." Elauren remarks. "Anything in particular that suits yer fancy
Kassi? I'd bet on some wine. But maybe water?"

Kassima calls after Tenli, "She'd be the first green I know who *was*
willing t'admit it! Nay that this is saying all that much," she confides to
Elauren, with the other greenrider in the kitchens now. "Since I don't
precisely speak with *many* greens, and Lyss isn't given t'be discussing
age. Some would say she's up there herself, but Her Ladyship isn't buying
it. I could believe that S'cot's afraid." Though she gravitates towards a
seat, she doesn't yet take it, more hovering just behind. "He's a big, braw
man himself, but for all his ferocity against Thread, he's nay liking
t'fight aught else much. Wine would be excellent, if'n there's a good Red
about? I try nay t'drink the water at Benden Hold. I don't know if'n it
shares qualities with the famed Benden Water, but there's nay use taking
chances."

A grave look crosses Elauren's face. Her eyes peer about the Hall's
inhabitants, notably gulgping as she watches a woman taking a sip of a
waterglass. Her eyes meet Kassi's again doubiously, the girl frozen in
place. "Somethin' wrong with the water?" she asks, although her voice is
soft as to not stir a commotion. "You sayin' it's foul or somethin'? No one
said anything about that back home."

Kassima shakes her head at once, bringing up her hands to wave them side to
side with palms out for good measure: "Oh, nay, nay nay, naught like
*that*--shells, I forget how few people have heard of the Water these
days... the Benden Water, which is t'say from the Weyr, is known for making
people who drink it pregnant. Or at least more likely t'get that way. Nay
that I'd mind another child, precisely, but I see nay reason t'be tempting
fate." There's a low snort from outside, which gets her to turn her head
and blow a raspberry in the direction of the courtyard. She's mature, oh
yes she is.

Kassima asks then, turning back around, "Have you had any of it yourself?
I'd nay worry too much if'n so. It may be perfectly safe."

If she was ammused by the raspberry, Elauren doesn't let on. Her eyes are
wid and her jowl dropped. "Shards! I have drunk it! It's no wonder some of
them Benden boys have been the only boys to pay me notice in my life. My
Aunt Liddy has plenty of notions like that. She's rarely wrong. Well,
accept once whe she predicted my cousin'd have a girl and it was a boy. She
does it with this locket she's got. Pretty amazing." Still, the young woman
purses her lips in thought a moment. "Well, I best be gettin wines for both
of us then. I don't want to start havin' littles just yet."

Kassima's nod is entirely solemn. If she doesn't actually believe in the
Water, she's a very good actress. "That'd explain it i'truth. Works the
same for *them*, sort of; they might nay get pregnant, but they're more
likely t'*cause* it, if'n you catch m'meaning... does your Aunt gamble? How
can she predict things with a locket?" Pause. "And is there any chance
she'd be willing t'sell the locket...? That'd be great, or I can get 'em
if'n you'd rather. Just point me towards where they're kept."

Elauren's boots thump heavily as she retrieves two glasses of red wine and
returns, all the while listening to Kassima. She sets a glass on the table
before the greenrider and she herself retakes her seat. "No, not much of a
gambler my Auntie Liddy. But it's weird, this locket. She dangles it over a
pregnant belly and if it swings side to side its a boy. Swings in a cricle
its a girl." For each she demonstrates the motions with her pointer finger,
dangling it over her glass. "I don't think she'd be so willing to give it
up though." The girl raises the glass tbefore her face and holds it
contemplatively. "How many littles you have then?" If you'll pardon my
asking."

Kassima slides into that chair she's been hovering around once she has the
wine, though she murmurs things about not having to serve her. "*Really*.
Shells, there's a thing m'family would love t'have. And me--there's good
money in wagering on whether a babe's a lad or a lass sometimes. Nay
*great* money, but good money." One-track mind, much? She leans against the
chair's backrest, taking up the wine glass in her right hand. "Mayhaps I
should try t'meet your Aunt Liddy, see whether she'd be willing t'visit
Telgar with the locket. Though Lysseth's saying I should just ask *her*
opinion if'n I want t'know. Never mind that she never has opinions on babe
genders. Methinks she's just being argumentative. I daresay you've never
seen a more argumentative green." Her eyes roll briefly to the ceiling, but
they're down again, and alight, for the question: "Naught t'beg pardon for.
I've six! Four bonny lasses, and two fine lads. The youngest's still a
little one, though nay as little as I'd like."

"Six! That's a healthy sized family," Elauren remarks. A sip of wine meets
her lips with perhaps the tiniest bit of relief flashing over her face.
It's not the water at least. "My Aunt Liddy'd be happier than a porcine
eatin' slop if she could come to the Weyr. I'm sure she'd like a lady like
yourself." As she sets the wine glass to meet the tabletop again,
curiousity lights up her face. "Your Lysseth's got quite a strong head I
reckon from the sounds of it."

Kassima's beam attests to both her recognition of and agreement with this
statement. "About average for m'kin," she confesses, "and Mum's set on
seven yet. But while I'd nay say nay t'more, I don't intend t'have another
just t'suit her either. Elauren, Elauren, whatever gave you the impression
that I'm any kind of lady?" She laughs as she says it, clearly amused by
the notion. "Oh, shells, you've nay idea. Would you want t'be meeting her?
*Mayhaps* that'd even make her behave for a minute; she's occasionally less
openly feisty in front of company." Pause. "Occasionally. All right, so
next thing t'never, but it might still be worth a try."

Elauren laughs at Kassima. "Well, you've shown yourself a lady to me at
least. I won't judge you beyond that." She lifts her wineglass again, the
delicate object awkward in her calloused hands. "I wouldn't mind meeting
her actually, if she doesn't mind me being green myself. To dragons that
is. I still think the closest I ever got was to," and she pauses, her eyes
turning towards the air as if the answer lies before her. "Aww shards, I
can't recall the name. Meeree? I remember the dragon's name though. Peth.
She was here a few sevendays ago with a message."

"Stranger standards of ladyship I'm sure I'll never find, then," says
Kassima, her nose crinkling in good-natured fashion. "I don't think she'd
mind. She's endured odder things--would you believe, she's had small
children feeding her cookies a'fore? And she actually took 'em. I don't
know whether she has a soft spot for children or just likes keeping me on
m'toes by reacting in ways I don't expect." As she rises from her
chair--the remaining contents of the wine glass drained in one efficient
gulp--she adds, "And I'm digressing. Peth? That'd be Mirielle. She
Impressed from Cariath and Spineth's clutch, nay so long ago; she's a good
sort."

"Cookies?" Elauren exclaims in a high pitched drawl! "Well I never heard of
such a thing," she says, with a snort of air similar to a chortle. An
amused smile follows as the young woman stands. The wine unfinished still,
she tips the glass back and gulps it down quickly. "Mirielle," she
pronounces at length. "Yup, that'd be her. She seemed a nice one as well."

"Don't admit t'her that I told you," Kassi advises, meandering towards the
doors. "She'll pretend it never, ever happened if'n you do. But she *did*.
After you?" she suggests, with a nod towards the Courtyard. "And aye,
Mirielle's nice. Has a new ledgemate, it seems, which is bound t'put her in
good spirits--only that's gossip, and I probably shouldn't gossip."
Deadpan: "Ladies don't, after all."

Elauren laughs. "Well, they do where I come from at least," Elauren replies
and takes heavy steps out towards the courtyard.

Elauren opens the metal doors and walks out into the courtyard.

Leaving the congenial atmosphere of the Hall behind, you open the doors and
walk out into the courtyard.

Lysseth is settled not far from Iridith in the courtyard, though not so
close that both greens don't have plenty of room to stretch their wings;
her rumble as her rider and Elauren emerge from the Hall is decidedly smug.
"Her Ladyship was certain you'd nay refuse an invitation t'see her,"
Kassima translates, casting her eyes skywards. "Honestly, the *ego* on
her... but that's Lyss, and Iridith's just beyond her there. I don't see
Tenli yet. She must nay have escaped from that Steward. Nerat's Lady is a
gossip?"

Elauren shivers as the autumn evening air settles upon her. "I forget my
sweater all too often. I'm not used to wearin' one so often yet," she
explains and hugs herself lightly. "No, well, not the Lady herself as far
as I know. But all the womenfolk of my cothold at least. Sure, they says
other people's business isn't their own, but you wouldn't know it from the
talk I hear sometimes." She shrugs matter-of-factly, as if it were just
another fact of life. As the greens are introduced, Elauren allows herself
a smirk after Kassima's translation sinks in. "How could I refuse. She's
lovely," Elauren says and looks thoughtfully into the dragon's facetted
eyes. At length, she takes her attentions away. "Lots of wits I can see in
those eyes."

"Nay much use for a sweater in Nerat." Meet Kassima, Master of the Obvious.
She hooks her thumbs into the pockets of her jacket. "Ah, well, that I can
well believe--some say that gossip's at its worst in the Weyrs, but I
always wonder if'n they've met enough gossiping Hold women. Lysseth quite
agrees that she's lovely." The greenrider's voice is dry as she passes this
on. "Me, methinks she's a long bag of bones. But a beautiful long bag of
bones. Nay that I often admit as much t'her, at least nay publically."
Lysseth's indignant snort brings a faint hint of firestone-scent into the
evening air; she does not, though, pull away from Elauren's gaze, instead
regarding her in return with blue eyes whose spin is slow and steady.
"--Huh. That's odd. She asks whether you've wits on your side, too?"

Elauren is moved to laughter at the response. "Some might say so. If having
learnt about soils and trundlebugs and weather's enough to be called wits,"
she says, to Lysseth this time, however. She's obviously picked up from the
reactions that the dragon understands her now. "You think, I could touch
you?" she asks, then turns her head back to Kassima. "I mean, I've never
actually felt a dragon's hide before. I reckon must be similar to a
firelizard's. If she doesn't mind, would you?"

Lysseth cants her head a few degrees to one side as though considering the
request, and after a heartbeat's pause lowers it until slim muzzle and
eyeridges alike are within reach. "She says you may," Kassima reports,
folding her arms and watching the spectacle with both amusement and
something suspiciously like reminiscence. "And if'n she doesn't mind, then
I'm fine with it. Though 'tis well that you asked with Lyss. Some dragons
love t'be touched by anyone, or seem to, but if'n she doesn't know you well
then she appreciates the courtesy. Oh, and she says 'tis well that you've
wits; that means--" Breaking off, the rider turns to *look* at her mount.
"Oh, nay. Nay, you don't. You *wouldn't*. Nay after 'twere so blase about
it at Igen!"

Elauren's just about to place her calloused hands upon the offered muzzle
when Kassima's excalamation makes her draw back slightly. "Pardon? I didn't
do nothin' wrong did I?" She asks, bemusement twitching over her face.

With one hand raised to massage her eyes through closed eyelids, Kassima
assures, "Nay, nay, *you* didn't...." As though to corroborate this,
Lysseth nudges her muzzle forward a bit, not quite enough to close the
distance but enough to make her wishes plain. "She's just being a *beast*.
*Again*. I'd have sworn she was going t'sit out this round, from what she
said of her conversation with Taralyth a'fore Igen... she says that if'n
you have wits, that's good, because it means you'll just agree t'come
t'Telgar with us like any smart person would and won't make me tie you to
her neck kicking and screaming. Nay that *'twould*, but she can be stubborn
about letting one go."

A look of relief flashes over the farmer's daughter as the muzzle comes
forward and Kassima explains. She even finds herself in a soft chuckle as
her hand meets the green muzzle. Her expression turns to amazement as the
warmth and suppleness is apparent even through the callouses. "I'd say
you're softer than my worker's hands," she says to Lysseth. "And, if you'd
like me to come visit, I'm game. Never been to a Weyr before. Not sure why
you'd want -me- to come." At that she shrugs at Kassima, "And you wouldn't
have to bind me. I only kick when provoked." Even as she sasys these final
words though, a thought crosses her mind and again she looks at Lysseth,
then to Kassima. "Whoa, wait a sec. I remember hearing about the clutch on
the sands," she says. This time it's her turn to be deadpan.

Lysseth's innermost lids half-close in pleasure, and while she doesn't
croon, her low rumble isn't that dissimilar from a feline purr either.
Someone is enjoying herself. Someone is also still very, very smug. "She
needs reasons," Kassi asks rhetorically. But by now she's raised her head,
and she's grinning--even if the expression is a touch rueful. "Aye, you've
hit the crux of it. Wait, wait, let me get into formal posture here; 'tis
traditional t'be asking formally, even if'n I don't know that the lump
would be inclined t'take nay for an answer." Drawing herself up, feet
slightly apart, shoulders back, and hands clasped behind her, Kassima
recites, "Elauren of Nerat and late of Benden Hold, green Lysseth,
currently of Telgar Weyr, has found you suitable t'Stand as a Candidate for
Mirrath and Indrath's clutch. D'you accept the offer of Search?"

Elauren seems dumbfounded, her jowl dropping even as she smoothes her
fingertips over the contour of Lysseth's muzzle. "Shards, this ain't for
real," she says in disbelief. Stunned and yet at the same time, pleasantly
surprised, the young woman can't help but smile at Kassima's formal
recitation. "Well, I Elauren of Nerat and late of Benden Hold do formally
accept the honor bestowed upon me by green Lysseth of Telgar Weyr and her
most lady-like," she adds a smirk for Kassima's sake, "lifemate Kassima,
also of Telgar Weyr, formerly of Benden and formerly of GReystones Hold."
She breathes at the end after she's taken her time to drawl through all
that and follows with a chortle.

Lysseth doesn't seem to notice the dropped jaw or disbelief. Her work here
is done, and she's getting her muzzle stroked for good measure; her evening
is complete. "Oh, 'tis, 'tis. I promise you that Lyss wouldn't lie." Kassi
spares a glance and even a grin for her lifemate--maybe that contentment is
infectuous. She's slid out of formal mode, back into her casual posture.
"Lady-like, pshhhh. Try telling the people at Telgar that and they'll
wonder who the shells you're talking about. But that's excellent news--and
felicitations, too. I'truth, I'm nay displeased that we'll get t'bring you
back. It should put one in the eye of Amelyssan; she's gotten three so far,
and asked if'n Lyss was getting too *old* to Search." She clearly has
nothing but disdain for that idea. "Nay hardly. Well, then; get your
things, and tell whoever's looking after you--supervisor, Headwoman,
whichever--that you're going? Tenli should be ready when you get back, and
we can break for Telgar a'fore the hour's too late."

Elauren shows the widest grin she's revealed as yet to the greenrider.
"Nope, I oughtn't think she's getting too search since she's got so much ,
well, spice in her. I'll be off to explain and get my things. Mind you,
that's not so much, I only brought my necessary things when I left the
wagons from Nerat." With a final stroke of Lysseth's muzzle, Elauren
sprints towards the Hold proper, her feet thudding against the ground with
each footstep.

Kassima allows herself a full, broad grin once the younger woman's off,
ambling over to lean against Lysseth's shoulder--with a caress of her own
for that muzzle in passing. "You incorrigible thing," she murmurs to the
dragon with great fondness. "Just when I think I have you figured out
sometimes...."

Elauren returns hastily, a heavy-clothed bag slung over her shoulder.
"That'd do it. Although, the headwoman didn't take so kindly to be woken up
at first. Still, she was very excited to see me off for this purpose."

Kassima straightens from her slouch against Lysseth, laughing almost
silently. "Good t'know I won't have t'be placating her later, at least;
Tenli's all set," and she waves to the other greenrider in indication,
who's already aboard her own green, "so we're ready to go. I'll just get on
up and then offer you a hand, if'n you want one--or if that sack's awkward,
pass it up t'me first and I'll get it strapped down."

You place one hand on Lysseth's neck and she warbles down at you fondly.
You grin and scratch her eyeridges once before climbing up onto her lower
neckridges, using the riding straps and Lysseth's thoughtfully offered
foreleg.

<*> Elauren offers the bag upward, "Thanks a bunch. It's a bit awkward. Has
a few of my handtools in it. Clippers and such," she explains before
struggling upward for her first rider dragonback.

Elauren takes hold of Lysseth's riding straps and climbs aboard the green
dragon, who keeps a wary eye on her all the while.

Elauren waves over at Tenli and Iridith from her new position. "Whoa," is
her oh-so-brilliant assessment of being dragonback.

Kassima quips as she fastens the bag into place with practiced ease, "They
might come in handy when you pull weeding or other plant-work, certes.
Which you may often do when they find out you've a hand for it. Can you get
the straps, or would you like assistance...? I recall you saying you didn't
have much experience with dragons." Lysseth's behaving herself and being
reasonably still beneath them, though from time to time those dark-edged
wings rustle. "It's something, isn't it?" Kassi asks, after a wave of her
own to Tenli--a parting wave; the other pair take off and back to the Weyr,
their part of the errand done, though likely Tenli waves back to Elauren
first. "I don't know if'n you ever forget the first ride."

Elauren looks down at the straps woefully, then back to Kassima with a
touch of a grin. "I reckon I may need some help with these. Might tangle
them myself. Then they might just think that Lysseth really did have you
bind me."

"They probably wouldn't put it beyond her," Kassi wryly agrees, turning in
her seat to take up the straps and fix the buckles neatly where they should
be. "That should do. Ready? You'll want t'hang on; Lysseth's nay the
smoothest ride around, especially when she's launching, and there's
*between* t'follow."

"Ready as I'll ever be," Elauren states and clutches on tightly.

Kassima nods, and, facing forward again, gives Lysseth her signal.

<*> Lysseth spreads her wings to their full extent, bringing them down with
a rush of wind as she leaps nimbly into the air.

Launching off the ground with your legs, you soar into the air with
powerful sweeps of your wings.

<*> Lysseth jumps up rather sharply, and reaches the skies fast with
powerful wingbeats; she only settles once she's reached a certain height,
from which the Hold below looks rather smaller than from the ground. Then
she spreads out her wings and glides for the moment, giving Kassi long
enough to warn, "Brace yourself; we're going t'jump--"

"Shells!" Elauren exclaims and finds herself full of awe. She chuckles,
what a Holdbound girl she must seem. She braces herself as instructed,
although dares to keep her eyes open.

There's a laugh from Kassi, though she doesn't turn back around; and then,
with a last flick of Lysseth's tail towards the watchpair, they're vanished.

<*> Lysseth disappears into Between.

Between
You gasp as the icy black nothingness of Between surrounds you! You hear
nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing. The trip takes five heartbeats...
Black...
Blacker...
Blackest!

You suddenly emerge...

<*> Lysseth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

<*> From the South, From the Telgar Star Stones, L'klal's burnished bronze
Pteynth rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to green Lysseth and her
rider, Kassima, welcoming them home. 

Although her eyes did -not- remain open as evident from Elauren's wide-eyed
glance, if evening light reveals it well enough.

<*> Even Lysseth's trumpet to Pteynth has something of smugness in it,
easily explained by the presence of an extra passenger on her neck. Her
descent is slow, a wide-flung spiral, and Kassi calls back, "Everything all
right? I'm afraid there's nay much of a view at this hour...."

"I guess so, I still feel all my fingers and toes attached. Though, it was
much colder than I ever imagined," Elauren admits.

"*Between* is," Kassi agrees simply. "You can't ever imagine it, even when
you've been through it many a time... all right, Lyss, take us on down."
And she does. Quite quickly. Too much control to be breakneck, still it
seems she might be trying to prove Tenli's earlier comment about her speed
correct.

You fly downwards towards the southern end of the bowl.

You fly downwards towards the bowl.

<*> Lysseth breaks her downward rush high enough above the ground that by
the time she lands, it's almost a dainty thing. "That was nay necessary,"
Kassi attempts to chide; it's broken by a laugh, though. "But she points
out that I enjoyed it, and I'd have t'admit that's true enough. What of
you, are you all right?" She sets to removing the younger woman's straps as
she speaks.

"Wow, impressive," Elauren remarks. "Lysseth's sure got quite a lot of wind
beneath her billows. I liked it as well reckon the watchdragon could bring
my stomach back to me later. I reckon it's up there back at the Star Stones."

Kassima's laughter is appreciative and perhaps a touch wicked. "I don't
doubt he'll be willing. He's been rescuing a lot of stomachs these days...
all right, down we go."

You slide off of Lysseth's neck to land beside her easily. She rumbles,
cocking her head down at you, and you rub her eyeridges gratefully.

Telgar Weyr> TelgarW_Bldr welcomes Elauren to the knot as a candidate!

Telgar Weyr> K'ran says, "Welcome, Elauren! Congratulations!"

Elauren unbuckles herself from Lysseth's straps and climbs back down to the
ground, looking a little disoriented from the flight.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima congratulates Elauren, Lysseth's latest victim. ;)

Telgar Weyr> Faramen tosses confetti on the new Candidate.

Telgar Weyr> Jarven welcomes and congratulates!

Telgar Weyr> M'silne says, "Hoooza! Congrats, Elauren!"

Telgar Weyr> Elauren thanks Lysseth and Kassima for the ride in. "Thanks,
I'm happy to be here."

Telgar Weyr> Nimiriel says, "Woo, congrats Elauren. :)"

Kassima unfastens Elauren's bag as deftly as she can, given the lack of
clear light, and offers it back to her. "Recovered enough t'see the
Barracks?" she asks, tilting her head towards the Living Cavern entrance
and grinning.

Telgar Weyr> L'han applauds! Welcome!

"I don't think I'd mind hittin' the hay if it's allowed so soon," Elauren
replies, accepting the bag from the greenrider. "But first," and she turns
to Lysseth, regarding the jeweled eyes again. "Thanks Lysseth. Certainly a
ride I'll not forget." And she turns her head back to Kassima, her face
warming into a grin.

"We won't throw you into the chore pit this time of night, certes." Kassi
gives her lifemate's shoulder an affectionate slap, which Lysseth takes
gracefully, her head turning to rumble back to Elauren. Smugly. She's all
about the smug tonight. "She says that you're quite welcome, and thanks you
for having the sense nay t'make me tie you up. Me*thinks* she's jesting
about that part. C'mon; let's get you settled inside."

You walk past the lintel and into the wide living cavern.