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Jayna's Graduation


Date:  August 7, 1998
Place:  Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern
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:  This is a short and sweet sort of log. :)  In brief:
Kassima comes out of hiding after about a month of time spent on duties
and daughters (read, I had to go on a trip RL for a week) in order to
bring a new Wingrider into Thunderbolt's ranks.  Congratulations again,
Jayna. :)

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The Log:

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

Pierron humphs thoughtfully as the Wingleader of Thunderbolt arrives.

Saskia shrugs, "Beats me. Jayna looks depressed, because she's not, but we 
love her the way she is, don't we?"

Aurian adds some sliced wherry breast to her plate, "I of course adore 
Jayna," She grins wickedly, "Evening wingleader."

Jayna sighs. "I lost my other glove," she says, taking a swallow of her 
klah. "Oh, heya, wingleader," she adds belatedly, standing.

Saskia smiles, "Hi Kassi. Have you lost many gloves?"

Kassima is singing something to herself that's hard to understand, since 
she's mostly singing it under her breath. It must be peppy and upbeat, 
though, since she dances into the room more than she walks. "G'deve, 
Pierron!" she calls brightly, waving to the man; the Weyrlings are favored 
with, "G'deve, all! Y'know, I have the first chunk of free time I've had 
in what seems like sevendays, and I am going to enjoy it by sitting down 
and savoring some real food. Don't you dare spoil m'mood by saluting me, 
y'hear? Gloves?" That makes her pause in her enthusiastic bop-dancing for 
a moment. "Um. Nay for *awhile*, at least... why?"

Aurian notes, "That I did not call you ma'am or salute you."

Jayna sighs and holds up her gloves. Er...Kharty's gloves. The old ones. 
"I lost one. Then I lost the other. And everybody else is getting new 
togs, and...." her voice trails off. "Well, basically, I lost the gloves," 
she finishes abruptly.

Saskia smiles, "Well did you when you were a weyrling? It seems like a 
pretty easy thing to do."

Aurian tilts her head to Jayna as she adds another couple rolls to her 
plate, " We're taking you weaver and getting you some clothes."

Kassima spends some of her energy on dishing herself a plateful of stuffed 
mushrooms, adding the usual accompaniments: ribs, pepper salad, and 
rivergrain pudding. "Nay," she cheerfully admits. "But I've always been 
lucky when it comes t'losing things. If'n I don't remember where I put 
something, Lyss or one of the 'lizards sometimes can. 'Tis a bit hard 
t'lose gloves that have big purple and blue splotches across 'em, 
anyway... I should imagine that Kharty will understand, though, Jayna. 
They weren't special gloves of some kind, were they?" She settles 
herself in a seat near the Weyrling, placing her food before her on the 
tabletop.

Jayna folds her arms on the table and rests her chin there. On her arms, 
that is, not the table. "Yeah, but..." She sits up and takes a swallow of 
klah. "Who were all those people at Igen, Aurian? And Nel getting kissed 
like that, by Wyn?" She shakes her head. "You think new clothes does 
that?"

Aurian chuckles, "Clothes had nothing to do with that."

Saskia frowns, "Wyn kissed Nel? I thought he was sweet on that goldrider 
there."

Aurian sits down at the weyrling table and slices her meat lightly, "As 
for the people Riell, T'dry, and I all stood together at Fort."

Kassima says sagely, "Clothes don't do that. Insanity does that. Either 
that, or a reasonable facsimile thereof: affection. Go figure." Blowing on 
a rib to cool it, she pauses to ask, "You've all been to Igen, then? On 
errands, or were your duties and such done for the eve?"

Aurian swallows, "We went there to deliver Benden red in celebration of 
their clutch."

Jayna reaches out and takes a long swig of klah. "Right in the middle of 
the living cavern," she says to Saskia, wryly. She looks at the 
wingleader. "We were delivering wine...it was an errand. But it was the 
last chore for the day," she smiles.

Saskia sighs, "I didn't go. I missed it all." She gets up to pour herself 
a mug of a klah then sits back down with a glum expression.

Aurian sips her cider and nods, "It was really nice."

Saskia hehs, "That does sound like S'wyn alright. The dramatic gesture. 
What did Nel do?"

Aurian takes another sip of her cider, "Kissed him back."

Jayna grins. "The turned white and didn't say much, then they went 
somewhere to talk."

Kassima nods wisely, or as wisely as one can nod when one is trying to 
strip the meat off of a rib bone at the same time. "Good. Nay that I've 
ever heard that you're given t'shirking responsibilities, mind...." 
Picking through her pepper salad, she comments casually, "Kerlyn seems 
t'have trained you well. I imagine you'd agree?"

Aurian nods as she leans back in her seat, "I would agree, and would 
certainly hope so." She stretches out.

Jayna sighs, sitting up. "Well, she's certainly done a good job, 
Wingleader. Whether we've been well trained? I can only say that I've done 
my best to listen and to learn," she says quietly. "Sioneth and I hope to 
do her proud." She takes another swallow of her klah.

Saskia scowls and mutters, "S'wyn never kissed me." though her words are 
almost drowned out by Leila and Sionerce chittering loudly.

Jayna glances at Saskia, concern in her eyes. "Did you know A'wyn?" she 
asks curiously.

Kassima nods to Aurian, but more of her attention--that attention which is 
spared from her food, at any rate--is on Jayna's reply. "What we'd 
expect," she agrees, though whether she refers to Kerlyn's training or the 
Weyrlings' learning is unclear. "As t'making her proud... well, that all 
depends, doesn't it? D'you think you're pretty hot stuff in drills and 
'Fall, then?"

Saskia blinks at Jayna and blushes for some reason, "Yeah, he um used to 
come visit me..um the Weyr a lot." Leila and Sioncere continue to chitter 
loudly until Saskia scowls again and says loudly, "Oh, shut up both of 
you. It was a long time ago."

Aurian chews a piece of wherry so she really can't spare an answer for the 
moment.

Jayna grins. "Sioneth occasionally gets that idea, but I manage to choke 
some sense back into him," she confesses. "In general, though, we're 
quick. And Sioneth flies smartly. We haven't been scored, and we've 
managed to get the job done. We're still new at it...we don't have the 
finesse parts down yet, but I'd say yes, I'm solid. And so's Sioneth." Her 
voice reflects simple pride, perhaps a bit understatedly.

Leila and Sioncere settle for preening and showing off their hides which 
seem to be glowing faintly while Saskia shifts uncomfortably in her 
seat.

Kassima bobs her head again, almost absently, as she seems to busy herself 
with polishing her redfruit on her jacket-sleeve. "That's a good thing," 
she remarks, stealing a sidelong glance at the brown Weyrling. "After 
all...." She sets down the redfruit, and rests her gaze on Jayna. Raising 
her other hand, she opens it to display a full brownrider's knot. 
"Thunderbolt does need solid riders. Care t'prove the truth of what you 
say by riding with us, Jayna?"

Maylia walks in from the bowl.

Pierron nods knowingly as the assistant weyrlingmaster enters.

Jayna blinks, opening and closing her mouth in shock. "Uh....Thunderbolt?" 
she asks in disbelief, her voice cracking. "Thunderbolt?" she repeats. She 
manages to stand, and indoors or not, snaps off the sharpest salute she 
can. "Wingleader, I'd be honored," she says. "Sioneth and I would -both- 
be honored."

Aurian smiles lightly at Jayna, "Congratulations."

Maylia heads into the living caverns, looking rather harried as usual for 
late. And desperate for klah.

Saskia who had been scowling at the wall, swivels her head to look at 
Jayna, "Congrats!" Leila and Sioncere both croon in dulcet tones to the 
new rider.

Kassima drawls out, trying not to look *too* amused, "Unless you'd rather 
ride with another Wing...?" Standing herself, she draws a fairly 
unwrinkled Wing patch from her pocket with a flourish and presents both it 
and the knot to the new Wingrider. "In that case, brownrider," she 
replies, returning the salute with one every bit as sharp, "welcome to the 
ranks... and congratulations," she adds, allowing her serious mein to slip 
into a grin for a moment. "We look forward t'flying with you."

Telgar Weyr> Jayna woohoos!!!! :)

Telgar Weyr> Neliea snugs Jayna!

Telgar Weyr> Kharty says, "Congrats, Jayna!!"

Telgar Weyr> A'lex cheers for Jayna.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima grins and congratulates a new brownrider! 
Felicitations, Jayna! :)

Telgar Weyr> Saskia says, "Go go go Jayna! :)"

Maylia helps herself to the klah, and stirs a generous ammount of 
sweetener into it. A little stunned, she heads towards the small 
gathering, and grins. "That looks like a rider's knot, Jayna. 
Congratulations!"

Telgar Weyr> Maylia whooo-hooos!

Telgar Weyr> Aurian grins.

Telgar Weyr> K'tyn hms? what happened? Did you get tapped, Jayna? :) Who 
nabbed ya?

Jayna nods soberly, taking the patch and the knot with her left hand. She 
manages to restrain herself until she stops saluting, then unceremoniously 
pumps her arm in the air and says, "yes!!" with a grin broad enough to 
hold the weyr lake.

Telgar Weyr> Jayna points to her patch. "Thunderbolt!!" :)

Telgar Weyr> Jehrina grins. KNot's all set. Congratulations.

Telgar Weyr> Neliea cheers Jayna! :)

Telgar Weyr> K'tyn makes a Ledge for you, Jayna.:)

Kassima has to laugh at that, relaxing at once with a wide, bright smile. 
"Glad t'see you're so enthused," she quips, eyes sparkling. "Just wait 
until you pull sweeps with L'cher, and we'll see if'n you're so happy 
then! Seriously, though... we've drills first thing tomorrow morn. Don't 
be late. The sooner you're acclimatized into your new Wing, the better."

Telgar Weyr> Kharty says, "Partytime!! :)"

Telgar Weyr> Neliea says, "When?"

Telgar Weyr> Aurian says, "Not yet"

Telgar Weyr> Neliea aw drats.

Telgar Weyr> Kharty blinks. No party in Jayna's Ledge?

Telgar Weyr> Aurian says, "We're still weyrlings silly"

Telgar Weyr> Neliea says, "And? Does that mean that we can't go up to 
Jayna's Ledge? :)"

Jayna drops back into her seat, eyeing the patch. And the knot. "Oh, I'll 
be there, Wingleader," she says. She looks up. "And I'll watch out for 
L'cher, too...I've heard about him," she grins.

Telgar Weyr> A'lex toilet paper's Jayna's ledge.

Aurian finishes her meal and stretches, putting the plates away.

Aurian walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Maylia walks towards the inner cavern.

Kassima snaps her fingers and points to her newest Wingrider. "And a'fore 
I forget... you're nay a Weyrling anymore, so none of this ridiculous 
business of titles and saluting unless we're on official business. Formal 
manners are for formal situations, where I'm concerned. Clear?"

Jayna sighs, and stands. "I need...I need to talk to Sioneth for a 
minute," she says. "Will you all excuse me?" She manages to not salute. 
"Yes, Wingleader....I understand," she smiles, eyes bright. She heads for 
the bowl, breaking into a run when she reaches the mouth.

Jayna walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.