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Makear's Search


Date:  September 12(?), 1997
Places:  Master Beast Hall's Sky and Landing Field
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:  Though by now Makear has been idled out for years, I
decided to post this log anyway.  There's nothing deeply significant 
in it for anyone but Makear, but it was fun:  T'fian, Kindre, and Kassi 
have gone to Beastcraft on an errand for Lord Lemos, and end up coming 
away with two new Candidates for Kimbrith and Parth's clutch.  One can 
only imagine how the Craftmaster reacted when she heard the news.

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The Log:

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

Lysseth> I bespoke Herath and Meroth with << Shall we land in *image of
Landing Field*? >>

Dragon> Meroth bespoke Herath and Lysseth with << Yes. >>

<*> Meroth bugles cheerily as he descends in a lazy spiral towards the Hall
below.

Dragon> Meroth bespoke Benden dragons with << Well, that certainly pulled
her away from the pond. >>

You wing your way downwards slowly.

You wing your way down slowly.

<*> T'fian quickly slides down Meroth's foreleg and jumps to the ground.

<*> Nestled in her familiar spot on Herath, Kindre tugs off her helmet and
gloves, shoving them into a pouch connected to the riding harness holding
her in. "Benden's duties to the Beastcraft," she calls upon seeing someone,
and then slips down.

<*> Kindre gives Herath's neck a loving rub before she slips down with the
polished ease of familiarity. The gold's eyes seem to burn through Kindre
until she is certain her lifemate is sure-footed on the ground, then turn
equally as hot to the surroundings in a quick survey.

<*> Makear looks around surprised as dragons arive. She then nods as she
hears Kindre,

Kassima unsnaps the buckles holding her in place, swinging down from her
lifemate's neck with ease. "Benden's duties to the--well, what Kindre said.
And greetings, as well."

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.

"Hopefully Glynna won't be about," Kindre half-murmurs to herself before
giving Herath a pat and striding up beside the Weyrsecond. "I hope you
don't mind that we tagged along."

T'fian jumps from Meroth's pale neck and pulls off his helmet in an
impatience gesture. Shaking his head, as if his brutally short hair could
actually be messed up by a helmet, he ties the helmet to Meroth's riding
straps, then looks at Kindre. "You did not have to escort me, Weyrwoman,"
he says, as if continuing some conversation.

Makear grins, still a little surprised, "Greetings to you all, too."

Makear then turns to leave so that she doesn't get in the way of the
riders, her just being a simple apprentice.

Kindre chuckles a bit, trying to hold her grin. "I see that mayhaps you do,
but, T'fian," she gazes around the courtyard briefly, "I'd prefer to be
about, just in case." Looking over the apprentice, she calls, "Oh, wait a
moment, please? I'm wondering if Glynna is around this eve?"

Makear stops as Kindre calls to her, she turns around, "I'm sorry, I've
never heard of that name." SHe smiles appoligeticaly and shrugs.

Kassima snorts at Kindre, muttering sotto voce, "That might be more than we
can hope for." Shaking her head, she slings her jacket and helmet onto the
peg on Lysseth's straps intended for just that purpose, and steps forward
as well. "If'n we're quick, mayhaps we can accomplish Lord Lemos's errand
ere he begins to think there is some delay." The Lord is evidently not
known for his patience--at least, not by Kassima.

T'fian turns, hearing an unfamiliar voice and sees the back of a young
apprentice beascrafter. "Benden's Duty, apprentice," he says in a tight,
strained voice, as if he'd been arguing with people all day and has had
absolutely no success in getting what he wants. "Glynna," he prompts. "The
Steward? Never heard of her. Got a tongue like a wher?"

Makear shakes her head again frowning. "Even I would remember someone like
that, I'm afraid."

Makear glances down quickley as Arctic slips into one of her pockets for a
quick respite.

Kindre bobs her head in quick agreement with Kassima. "He's become quite a
pain as of late, but," she shrugs, "we've duties and all that I suppose."
Giving T'fian a rather stern look, she remarks, "Well, then hopefully we
can complete this task without a scuffle." Auburn brows arch slightly at
the apprentice. "I'd think, indeed, that you would recall her. Certainly
from the stories I've heard, anyhow."

Makear speaks up, since she is at a loss of who Glynna. "If it is such an
urgent thing to find this person, you may want to speak to the
CraftMaster?" she volunteers.

T'fian sighs hugely, but says nothing more about the steward, heeding
Kindre's look. He glances at Kassima, then back at the girl. "All right,
Apprentice. We're here on an errand from the Lord of Lemos, and we're in a
bit of a hurry, so if you could perhaps, show us the way to Master Leara or
somebody else in authority who is available, I would appreciate it very much."

Meroth settles down onto the ground, tucking his legs up underneath
himself. With his head still held off the ground, whirling eyes examine
everything with a lazy curiosity.

Kassima inclines an eyebrow, faintly puzzled. "'Twould think everyone would
know the Steward," she mutters under her breath, shaking her head. "Glynna
must be slipping." Shoving her hands into her jacket pockets, she smiles
faintly at the look Kindre gives T'fian as she waits for the Apprentice's
reply.

Tsari blinks as she emerges from the lounge.

Meroth suddenly rises once again to his feet, in a lumbering awkward move,
flinging his pale, nearly translucent wings out to their full length. With
several lumbering steps, he moves between T'fian and the young apprentice,
pushing his rider out of the way with a nudge from his large head.
"Meroth!" T'fian exclaims.

Makear nods to T'fian, "I believe that Craft Second, Master Kristine is in
the lounge" She gestures toward a door.

Kindre inclines her head to the young woman who enters the courtyard.
"Evening to you, and Benden's duties," she says and smiles. Nodding her
head again to the apprentice's reply, Meroth's sudden action causes her to
step back a few paces. "T'fian," is inquired of the Weyrsecond as he tries
to control the dragon, her brows raising slightly.

She then is startled as the dragon moves forward, toward her. Her little
blue, hisses in alarm from a pocket.

Meroth moves, as his rider watches with an impatience gaze, around Makear,
almost cutting her off from sight as he drops to the ground, lounging about
the apprentice herder. He gazes at her with whirling blue-green eyes, then
exhales, washing her in his rather unpleasant, meaty breath. His tail
wishes along the ground, near the girl's legs.

Makear looks at the dragon with awe, but no fear. SHe finally give a
hesitant smile, even after he breathed into her face.

Kassima starts to greet Tsari also, but is distracted by the decidedly odd
antics of T'fian's blue and instead casts a dubious look up at
Meroth--almost as though she's considering the possibility that the blue
has gone mad. "What in Faranth's name is he up to, sir?"

T'fian glances at Kindre and shakes his head, obviously annoyed. "I don't
know. Meroth," he says, turning back to the ice blue. "Gernan's going to
bite my head off if we don't get back to Lemos for his precious bovines
sometime last sevenday."

"Don't I know it," Kindre agrees with a slightly exasperated sigh.
"Nevermind I'd like to take leave of here just in case the Steward is
about." Meroth gets another curious look from this rider before she slowly
shakes her head.

Lysseth> Herath and Meroth sense that Lysseth, who is infinitely superior
to her rider at recognizing such things, peers curiously at the girl Meroth
has been favoring with his not precisely minty-fresh breath. << Have you
found one, Meroth? >>

T'fian shakes his head. "So!" he responds to some unseen question, then
glances past the blue at the girl. "Sorry about this. He says he likes you.
I'll have him leave you alone." He falls silent again, eyes glazing a bit,
then shakes his head. "Oh, shards, not her. We've got work to do."

Dragon> Meroth bespoke Herath and Lysseth with << I like her. >>

Tantarra blinks as she emerges from the lounge.

Dragon> Herath bespoke Meroth and Lysseth with << A *Special Person* then?
She is rather curious... >>

Tantarra mutters to Tsari, "I've... for you!"

Tsari nods at her friend, then looks at the dragons again..

"Perhaps literally," Kassi appends drolly. "'Twould nay truly surprise me.
And if'n we don't get clear, we may run into more trouble than just the
Steward." Eyeing Makear appraisingly, she quirks up a brow. "He likes her?
Does that mean what I think it means, or d'you think it doesn't mean what I
think it means?"

Makear is puzzled at T'fain, but says, "Its okay he's not bothering me."
she smiles "I've never been liked by a dragon before."

T'fian glances at Kassima and Kindre and shakes his head with an annoyed
expression. He turns back to Makear. "He'll forget tomorrow," he mutters,
mostly under his breath, but not quite enough so that it won't carry to the
apprentice. Then he says, louder, and more formally, "Apprentice ... uh?
what's your name?"

Meroth leans close to Makear and butts at her arm gently with his forehead.

Makear offers her name, "I'm Makear." she thin stiffles a giggle as the
blue bunts her arm.

Kindre tries not to grin too widely and eventually places her hand on her
lips to feign a cough. "They truly do have the most interesting picks of
time on these things," she half-whispers to Kassima while watching the
exchange between Meroth and Makear.

Lysseth merely snorts at Meroth and Makear, turning her head to watch the
rest of the persons milling about. One in particular seems to have caught
her notice, for that matter. Stealing a glance at Meroth, the green starts
to stalk the oblivious Apprentice around the fields. Her rider is too
distracted by the entire scenario to notice. "They're Benden dragons, Kin.
I think there's a rule somewhere that they can't have good timing."

T'fian nods, sighing again. With much more annoyance than formality now, he
mutters, sounding as if he's reading a card off by memory, "Okay.
Apprentice Makear, Meroth thinks you are a suitable Candidate for Search."
He draws out that word, with a roll of his eyes. "Would you accept,
assuming your Craftmasters have no objection, the honor of Standing for
Gold Kimbrith and Brown Parth's clutch at Benden Weyr?"

Makear's widden in surprise and she just about gasps. "Yes! I would love to
stand at the hatching!"

Tantarra goes east towards the road.

Kindre, grinning at the apprentice's reply, nods her agreement. "True
enough, Kassi," she replies to the previous comment, "That must be why
we've hardly a dull moment while on errands."

Kristine comes out of the kitchen door.

T'fian just stares at the obviously excited apprentice silently for a long
moment, glaring at her almost. "Right. Of course you would. Nobody ever
says no." He sighs again, then says, "All right. You may have a couple
minutes to get together some personal affects. One small bag of them.
Nothing more, while we go inform your Craftmasters of this nonsense."

Kristine steps outside,looking around. "BeastCraft's duties to Benden and
her Queens. I hear you are looking for Glynna?"

Makear looks up at Master Kristine and then runs into the hall.

Stalk, stalk. Creeping along the ground as though there were *any* hope in
the world of her being hidden by the grass, which doesn't even cover her
toenails, Lysseth attempts to sneak up stealthily on a chubby black-haired
boy. Either the boy is hard of hearing, or just doesn't feel like turning
around--because she almost seems to be succeeding. Once she's *right*
behind him, the green lets out a loud *bugle* that nearly causes him to
jump out of his skin. It *does* cause him to then land on his rump in a mud
puddle. Whipping her tail about so that it rests atop the poor boy's chest,
she casts a look back at Meroth that seems to say, 'See? I can find one, too.'

Makear goes west, entering the lounge.

"Good Evening, Master Kristine, and Benden's duties," Kindre remarks with a
smile to the woman, "It seems your timing is perfect." Swallowing quickly,
she shakes her head. "Actually, no. I was just curious if the Steward was
about, actually."

Tsari smile, and then turns top congratulate Makear.

Kristine shakes her head. "Glynna went to Keroon to discuss pasturage with
their Steward. is there anything I might be able to help you with?" She
watches Makear dash inside. "Have you been offered any refreshments yet?"

Makear comes over from the BeastHold entrance.

Tsari goes east towards the road.

Kassima nods respectfully to the Craftmaster, offering, "Benden's duties to
the Beastcraft and her Masters, Craftse--" The rest is drowned out by her
lifemate's bugling, which really is by far and away too loud for such close
range. The rider immediately groans. "Nay, Lyss. Nay, nay, nay. You are
*nay* going to take him home just because Meroth has one." Lysseth seems to
differ. She's not showing any signs of letting the poor boy up any time soon.

Makear returns now ladden with a bag of clotches probably and a few flits
haning about her.

T'fian looks after Makear for a moment, then his brown eyes shift to
Kristine. "Oh, Benden's Duty, Master," he says politely, inclining his
head. "I am T'fian, Benden Weyrsecond, and apparently, my dragon just found
one of your apprentices -- ah, that one--" he says as Makear returns --"to
be Searchable. Is that acceptable with you?"

Kristine looks over at Makear and smiles. "Who are we to argue with a
dragon? If you wish to go, makear, you have the Craft's blessings."

Kindre blinks a bit, her attention pulled to Lysseth at her bugle. "Two in
one visit? Shards," she says with a small chuckle. Shaking her head, she
says, "We've not been offered, though I'm sure there's no need. We were on
an errand for Lord Lemos when...yes, what T'fian just said."

Meroth looks at Lysseth with whirling eyes, his expression almost amused --
if a dragon could have an amused expression.

Makear nods happliy to Kristine, "I would love to go, Master!"

Kassima casts an apologetic look at her companions, before sprinting past
the dragon contingent to where her green is holding a boy hostage. Hauling
the lad to his feet, Kassi helps him to dust himself off and engages in a
murmured conversation that ends with a jubilant exclamation from the boy,
and a nod and gesture from Kassi. He dashes off, presumably in the
direction of wherever it is that he lives. She tromps back to where the
others are and sighs. "As did mine, ma'am. Would you be willing to let
Palumbar go as well?"

T'fian winces at Kristine's lack of objection. "Wish Leara were here," he
mutters to himself, then he turns to Makear, opens his mouth to say
something, then stops and turns to Kindre and Kassima. "I should bring her
back to Benden. You got ... oh, Kassima, not another."

Kristine nods as Palumbar stands, soggy seat and all. "I think he should go
change before *betweening*, but he has our blessings too."

Kassima gives T'fian a rueful look. "Aye, sir, another. I swear t'you, she
does this every time she sees another dragon pick someone up. Rather
reminds me of a child unwilling to let anyone have a better toy than she."

Herath seems nearly bored by this all. Curious snout pokes about sniffing
the young people that apparently will be accompanying the riders back to
Benden a few moments before Kindre nudges her back to behaving. "Benden's
thanks, Master Kristine." Frowing a bit at the Weyrsecond, she notes, "I'm
sure we'll be able to smooth things over with Lord Lemos. He must
understand that we're on Search now."

Kristine frowns. "Lemos? Is there something Lord Lemos needed from us?"

Lysseth snorts in dissent, meandering proudly back to where the other
dragons are and settling herself down with a contented rumble. Her work
here is done. "Aye, ma'am," her rider chuckles, smiling somewhat
sheepishly. "I suggested that to him." Indeed, when the chubby youngling
comes pelting back out, carrying a rather hastily-packed satchel, he has on
dry pants. They're on *backwards*, but that they're dry is the important
thing.

T'fian nods at Kindre, then turns back to Makear. "All right, Apprentice,
are you ready?"

Makear nods toward Kindre as she tries to quiet some of her 'lizards
excited chittering.

T'fian sighs. "All right. It's onto Benden we go. Ever been adragon back
before, Makear?"

Kristine takes a couple steps back, a wistful look appearing only for a
couple seconds. "Will you give my greetings to Caitria and her weyrmate?"

"So one would hope, Kin," Kassi comments. "I'd nay wish to see anyone have
to try and mollify him a second time today--nay after what Ursa told me of
the S'len incident. Many thanks t'you, Craftsecond, for letting us cart
Palumbar off; Lysseth is especially pleased, I assure you." Smug is more
like it, judging by the green's demeanor.

Makear shakes her head at T'fian's question. ANd then she smiles and nods
to Kristine and says, "Of course."

T'fian nods. "Well, it gets cold. Let's go."

T'fian pulls himself up Meroth's foreleg, grasping the blue's riding
straps, and settles between his neckridges.

Makear climbs up Meroth's offered foreleg, grabs the riding straps and
pulls herself between two neck ridges.

Between Meroth's neckridges, T'fian looks down at his two companions. "You
two mind if I take Makear back now?"

Kindre smiles and nods, "Of course we will. Caitria will likely have the
children out for evening meal. And as to Lord Lemos, just another of his
odd requests. I'll speak to him later about it." Pulling her gear from a
pouch on Herath, she begins slipping her gloves on. "True enough, Kassi.
And, again, our many thanks Kristine."

Kassima fastens Palumbar's personal effects to Lysseth's straps, tightening
them into place. "Nay 'tall, Weyrsecond," she calls back. "'Twill hopefully
nay be long in following."

Kindre's words nearly echo the Wingsecond's. "I can fetch Lord Lemos'
requested items and go to the Hold myself. I'll explain what happened, and
mayhaps bring a skin of wine to mollify him."

Kristine backs up to give the dragons room for take off.

Astride his lifemate, T'fian nods. He turns around and pulls an extra
jacket from a large sack tied to Meroth's riding straps, presenting it to
Makear. "Here. Put this on. It gets very cold Between, and almost colder at
Benden." Then he leans down and ties the riding straps about the new
Candidate.

Astride Meroth, Makear quickly takes the jaket and slips it on, arousing
more trills from her flits.

Between Meroth's neckridges, T'fian waves to Kristine with a gloved hand.
"Thank you, Craftsecond," he calls. "And clear skies."

From Meroth's neck, Makear then acks as it acts more like a blanket then a
jacket.

Meroth launches himself up into the sky.

Kindre gives Herath a soft, loving pat on the side. Humbling her oft
high-held muzzle, Herath dips close to the ground and Kindre half-steps,
half-tugs herself up with courtly ease. An unusally easy and contented
glint is in her eyes as her lifemate bestrides her.

Kristine waves to the departing dragons.

Kristine follows her nose towards the kitchens.

From her gold Herath, "I suppose I'm off to Lemos Hold first," Kindre
remarks before tugging on her helmet. "I'll see you back at Benden, Kassima."

"Brandy might be better," Kassi notes to Kindre. "If'n need be, I've a
bottle from the 'Hulk that you can use--just send word, and I'll get it
t'you via fire-lizard express. Ready t'go, Palumbar?" The lad nods
vigorously in assent, and hoists himself aboard Lysseth with some help from
her rider. Kassi directs a last wave to the Beastcrafters before joining him.

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.

<*> From her gold Herath, Kindre chuckles, chinstrap buckled into place.
"Good idea...he is rather partial to brandy, isn't he? That's a fine
idea...I'll meet one of your firelizards there, then." With that, Herath
backs up in the courtyard and lifts her wings.

Kassima nods over to Kin, buckling herself and Lysseth's latest victim in
place. "Aye, Kindre. If'n you need any aid with the Lord, though, I can get
to Lemos in a twinkling--with the brandy." She winks, slipping her helmet
onto her head and waiting for Pal to settle himself as well.

<*> Herath launches herself up into the sky.

<*> Lysseth springs from the ground, the air from her wings churning up
dust as she takes to the skies.

You wing your way up into the sky.