Pern-Laidan - Wednesday, November 01, 2000, 10:55 PM ---------------------------------------------------- Egg touching! PernMUSH is a themed roleplaying MUSH based on the _Dragonriders of Pern_ novels by Anne McCaffrey. Here, we attempt to recreate, with as much authenticity as possible, the society described in the novels. Those who lack an interest in the world of Pern, or in roleplaying in a cooperative environment, may wish to seek their entertainment elsewhere. The World of Pern is copyright (c) to Anne McCaffrey 1967. The Dragonriders of Pern (r) is a registered copyright. Site provided courtesy of Freeside Communications. Thanks, Jeremy. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Use create to create a new character. Use connect to connect to your existing character. Use connect guest guest if you'd just like to look around. Use QUIT to logout. Use WHO to find out who is online currently. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your Wizards currently: Jellan (god), Dyane, Jashua, Lara, Rilor, and Tiercel. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ### end of messages ### EVENTS: If you have an event you wish to schedule, send +mail wizards! WIZMEETING CHANGE: The monthly wizmeeting will move to the first Thursday of each month at 9:30PM ET. This means the next meeting will be on November 2. Last connect was from 64.196.148.16 on Wed Nov 1 10:13:32 2000. Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern(#750RDJM$) This huge cavern is sufficiently roomy to hold a large portion of the Weyr's population without feeling cramped. There's always a bustle of activity here. Fragrant dishes are constantly in prepartion for mealtimes: currently for the late meal. Drudges are always present, either cleaning under Pierron's watchful eye, or helping fetch and carry. A myriad of glowbaskets and many ever-lit hearths make the cavern warm and inviting despite its size. The scents of cooking meats, baking breads and pastries, and the pungent aroma of spices hang mouthwateringly in the air. It is little wonder that those seeking to relax nearly always find their way here to do it. Dark summer blooms of vivid hue decorate the tables. A short tunnel jaunts northward out to the bowl and the merry sounds of cooking, chores, and laughter echo from the kitchen at the southeast end of the cavern near the easterly passage to the rest of the lower caverns. Within the lower caverns is an entrance to the infirmary weyr to care for injured dragons and riders. Set. Contents: PLAYERS: Pierron Laidan OTHER: Dragonpoker Table Obvious Exits: Inner Caverns Kitchen Bowl You do not have unread mail (4 messages remain). (General) No messages match. (Tgw) No messages match. ---------------------------------=TGWHATCH=--------------------------------- Name Time Subject ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 32 A'lex Wed Nov 1 21:59 2000 Colors Log (Finally) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- IGEN-> Terrilia hugs Jasmyn. :) 32 A'lex Wed Nov 1 21:59 2000 Colors Log (Finally) It's up. Check it out: http://members.nbci.com/telgar_weyr/search/colorlog2.html 'Lex ...................................TGWHatch................................... From afar, Maylia heyas! egg touching starting, c'mon to the galleries if you're up for RP :) You walk down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. Southern Bowl(#396RDJL$) Towering above, the bowl wall rises in a curving three-pointed arc as it shelters this southernmost point of Telgar Weyr's great caldera. Sloping down to the north to a slight degree, the floor of the bowl has been channeled so that runoff might drain down to the lake beyond. There are several strategically placed evergreens that serve to baffle the biting mountain winds away from the southern entrance into the living Caverns. The odor of pickling and preserves emerging from the Living Cavern is strong, a sure sign that the summer fruits and vegetables are being stored for the winter. Northward, the center of the bowl spreads hugely, leading to the feeding pens, hatching grounds, weyrling barracks and the Telgar Weyr lake. The ground-level weyrs of the queenriders dot the mountain to the northwest. Use '+view queenriders' to view them. The bowl is quiet in the depth of night. The evening is clear, not a cloud to be seen, giving you a perfect view of the stars. The smaller Belior winks as a waning crescent while Timor winks as a waning crescent. It is completely still, no winds blow and the summer air is warm enough, with only a slight chill. Contents: DRAGONS: (Ularrith) PLAYERS: Laidan Obvious Exits: Living Cavern Central Bowl Outer Infirmary Work Room Records Room You walk north. Central Bowl(#298RL$) A stony field is the center of this great caldera, the size of which is unmatched at any other weyr--for the whole complement of all the wings at Telgar could rest comfortably within its towering cliffs. Shaped in a perfect oval, the rock walls seem perfect for keeping the usual chill winds stirring about. The ground is mostly made of pebbles and rocks, some hued the milky shades of old quartz, though there are patches where softer dirt and even trees sprout up from the ground. Southerly, the bowl opens onto the living caverns and the weyrleaders' quarters; the immense entrance to the hatching grounds lies to the northwest. Heading southwest will lead one back out into the rocky mountain ranges around Telgar's protective walls. Dragons may be seen, relaxing or fresh from feeding, to the north, as well as the soft lapping sounds of Telgar's lake touching the sandy shore. The weyrling barracks, always aflutter with activity, is to the direct west. If you're looking for the 'dutypair' to take you to an outweyr destination, they can be found here. Fall leaves cling around the edges of the bowl, and the trees near the lake are bedecked with bronze and red splendor. The evening is clear, not a cloud to be seen, giving you a perfect view of the stars. The smaller Belior winks as a waning crescent while Timor winks as a waning crescent. It is completely still, no winds blow and the summer air is warm enough, with only a slight chill. Several smaller weyrs are located a few dragonlengths up the Bowl wall (+view Weyrlings). Obvious exits: Weyrling Barracks Southern Bowl Lake Shore Hatching Cavern Feeding Grounds Runner Pasture Weyr Entrance You make your way from the bowl, through the massive entrance to the Hatching Cavern. Galleries(#382RDJM$) Stretching along the eastern wall of the hatching cavern, these tiers of seats have enough room for several hundred spectators for Clutchings and Hatchings. To one side, long shallow steps descend to the entrance. There is also a railing separating the lowest tier of seats from the Hatching Sands themselves. Other parts of the galleries are closed off from the sands by a wall to the north and south. From here you can reenter the bowl, or follow the pathway down to the Sands. The evening is clear, not a cloud to be seen, giving you a perfect view of the stars. The smaller Belior winks as a waning crescent while Timor winks as a waning crescent. It is completely still, no winds blow and the summer air is warm enough, with only a slight chill. Contents: PLAYERS: Maylia Maialisa Greylin Kyris Tarlo Laidan Talisha Nimiriel Alessandra Obvious Exits: Bowl Sands To see something on the sands, 'view sands' or 'view sands '. Type 'clutch help' for help with clutch commands. For the up to the moment hatching report use '+sands'. Telgar Weyr> Kyris says, "Cause yer not proddy :-p" Laidan hurries in, apparantly having heard about what's going on from somebody within the weyr. "There are a few rules about this," Nimiriel says, the quiet comment followed by a long spot of silence to let all that sink in. Once she's sure she has everyone's attention, she continues. "Candidates only, of course. No quick moves, you don't want to startle the dragons. You may *touch* the eggs, you may not rap your fingers against them, push on them, kick at them, or anything else that might be taken as an attack against those eggs. Otherwise, I guarantee, you *will* have both Daelyth and Nraith breathing down your neck. And, you'll be asked to leave the Weyr, as well." From the hatching sands, A'lex adds, "If you make it off the sands." Alessandra listens quietly, a rather horrified expression flickering across her face at the idea of someone actually attacking a dragon egg. Kyris swallows and regards Nimiriel and A'lex with a very serious and sombre expression. Tarlo looks somewhat perturbed at the thought, herself. She continues to listen, wanting to be clear on any further instructions. Maialisa colors a little and stands. A shoulder rolls, gitar strap over her shoulder again. With a pendulum sway of fabric and blonde hair she steps neatly down the row of stands, and out. Maialisa walks off towards the Central Bowl. Maialisa has left. Laidan hears the talking and moves into the crowd of candidates quietly, smiling at some of them she knows better than the others. Nimiriel, after another one of 'those pauses,' asks, "Do you all understand this?" From the hatching sands, Nraith makes his way right up to the stairs leading to the galleries and plants himself there looking menacing. Greylin slowly nods to Nimiriel's question, swallowing once. Alessandra nods quietly. Tarlo says softly, "Yes, ma'am." Maylia stands by the candidates for a few minutes, her green eyes going from one to the next in a careful inspection. Finally, the Weyrlingmaster makes her way to a seat, where she can watch over them on the sands. Talisha nods, casting a look across the stands between the backs of the candidates, then turns her attention back to Nimiriel. Nimiriel nods, "Good. Two last things. First of all, if either A'lex or myself says that it's time for you to leave, you will all make your way slowly back to the galleries." She pauses--again-- and glances over her shoulder. THen, looking back at the Candidates, she says, "And you will *not* touch the gold egg. Understood?" Alessandra nods once more, gaze flicking to the sands briefly. Laidan blinks and nods. Tarlo repeats herself, more adamantly, "Yes ma'am!" though it is still soft. Kyris nods in agreement. You paged Nimiriel with 'Which one is it, again? :)'. Nimiriel pages to Alessandra and Laidan: #21. ;) From afar, Alessandra hee's. Apparently we had the same question. ;) Nimiriel smiles suddenly, and nods. "Okay then. Follow me." Greylin nods in silence, flicking a glance toward each of her two bookends. Nimiriel pages to Greylin, Kyris, Laidan, Talisha, and Tarlo: 'sands' is the exit. There are some commands out there, too, which we'll tell you about in a second. Maylia's eyebrows lift momentarily at the final instruction, and she leans forwards to peer over the sands. But then, the direction to head down there is given the candidates, and she's got other things to watch. Nimiriel steps down from the galleries. Nimiriel has left. From the hatching sands, Nimiriel comes down from the galleries. From the hatching sands, Nimiriel has arrived. Tarlo steps up, swallowing a little and pushing absently at one of her braids. Tarlo steps down from the galleries. Tarlo has left. From the hatching sands, Tarlo comes down from the galleries. From the hatching sands, Tarlo has arrived. Telgar Weyr> A'lex says, "HEY! The unlock command worked!" Long distance to Alessandra: Laidan grins. Talisha reaches up and quickly shoves her hair into something of a messy knot, then makes her way down. Talisha steps down from the galleries. Talisha has left. From the hatching sands, Talisha comes down from the galleries. From the hatching sands, Talisha has arrived. Telgar Weyr> J'lyn ums, yay? Alessandra steps down from the galleries. Alessandra has left. From the hatching sands, Alessandra comes down from the galleries. From the hatching sands, Alessandra has arrived. Laidan makes her way down carefully, eager to -not- upset the gold and bronze looming over the sands. You step down from the galleries onto the hatching sands. Hatching Sands This is the immense cavern containing the hatching grounds of Telgar Weyr. It stretches for several hundred feet across, and even farther in length. To the north is the large mound of sands used by the queens for their clutches. Looking up along the high walls of the cavern, the ledges where dragons and their riders observe the hatchings are visible. Much of the eastern wall is dominated by the galleries. Row upon row of tiers are capable of seating hundreds of people. Contents: DRAGONS: Daelyth Nraith PLAYERS: A'lex Tarlo Laidan Talisha Nimiriel Alessandra Obvious Exits: Path to Barracks Galleries I don't see that here. Greylin comes down from the galleries. Greylin has arrived. I don't see that here. Kyris comes down from the galleries. Kyris has arrived. Nimiriel pages to A'lex, Alessandra, Greylin, Kyris, Laidan, Talisha, and Tarlo: Okay. 'view list' will show you the list of eggs. 'touch egg #' will give you an emit, as will 'listen egg #' Only you Candidates can see those things. It's something new we added with this group. :) They're unique for each egg. Alessandra enters quietly, bows her respect to Daelyth and Nraith, then looks to Nimiriel, waiting patiently. You look over the sands and see a clutch of 37 eggs. 1) Absatively Egg 2) Gemflagration Egg 3) Lintitude Egg 4) Aventurine Egg 5) Proctalgic Egg 6) Islandia Egg 7) Pharmacopeia Egg 8) Cracketycrochety Egg 9) Veiled Egg 10) Castaneous Egg 11) Chuckilicious Egg 12) Amethyshades Egg 13) Bubbilicious Egg 14) Starspangled Egg 15) Svelteveldt Egg 16) Posalutely Egg 17) Innubilious Egg 18) Ascian Egg 19) Frostiferous Egg 20) Scrumdiddlyumtious Egg 21) Conflagration Egg 22) Permaganate Egg 23) Scrunchous Egg 24) Incandescence Egg 25) Aurorabora Egg 26) Pluvious Egg 27) Labyrinthine Egg 28) Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Egg 29) Cottoncandy Egg 30) Florabundance Egg 31) Incarnadine Egg 32) Rutilant Egg 33) Ridickerous Egg 34) Twinklerina Egg 35) Thunder Egg 36) Boustrephedon Egg 37) Paranoia Egg Kyris glances up at the two dragons and then concentrates on the issue at hand, looking to A'lex and Nimiriel. Nimiriel walks over toward A'lex, weaving her way through the eggs. Then, she looks back to the Candidates and grins. "Well?" Nimiriel pages to A'lex, Alessandra, Greylin, Kyris, Laidan, Talisha, and Tarlo: Okay, I'm dim. It's 'hear egg #', not listen egg #. IGEN-> Faerysa pops in. Talisha walks across the sands with a slightly nervous hop-skip sort of dance, and spotting the egg she likes most, looks over at Nimiriel and waits. Tarlo looks at the pair, and then boldly takes a step forward. She walks up to the Incarnadine egg, and after a brief, somewhat nervous look at sire and dam, crouches down, waiting for permission to touch it. A'lex pages to Alessandra, Greylin, Kyris, Laidan, Nimiriel, Talisha, and Tarlo: and view egg list works here too. Nraith just glowers as folks fan out. IGEN-> Jasmyn says, "Faerysa!!" Kyris walks slowly picking his feet up as the sand leaches through the souls of his boots, he seems at ease with the genral warmth narrowing in on the Ascian egg. Greylin picks one of the blue-shaded eggs, striking out toward the Islandia egg, eyes flicking toward her fellows and to Weyrleaders and their dragons. Laidan walks out on the sands and her feet take her slowly, carefully, but immediately over towards her favorite egg she's watched so often up from the galleries.. the bright Incarnadine Egg that shines so bright, if small, among its fellows. She kneels down by it with an 'o' of wonder and gently reaches out to brush her fingers on the shell, almost as if she expects it to feel as firey as its red color. Then she looks up at Tarlo sheepishly as she realizes they've wandered out to the same one. IGEN-> Leelson snugs all and poofs. IGEN-> Terrilia hugs Leelson! IGEN-> V'lien follows Lee out the door. Night, all! IGEN-> Terrilia hugs V'lien, too! It seems as though this egg is all hard angles and edges upon looking at it, but touching it is a different story. The Incarnadine Egg's surface is almost slickly smooth under the touch of fingertips. Tarlo grins at Laidan, and she too, tentatively touches the egg as if expecting it to burn her fingers. IGEN-> Jasmyn says, "Night V'lien, Night Lee!" Alessandra heads directly towards the Amethyshades egg, touching fingers to the lines of purple fire almost reverently. Of all the eggs she's ever seen--this one is her favorite. From afar, to Alessandra, Greylin, Kyris, Laidan, Nimiriel, Talisha, and Tarlo, A'lex MUST get to sleep, kiddies. Have fun with he egglings! :) Talisha twists down, crouching next to the Islandia egg, reaching out tentaively, barely brushing her fingers against the shell as if it might break just by her touching it. A'lex has disconnected. Laidan stifles a giggle at Tarlo, since this is a serious occasion, and leans down close as if she could devine what dragon was inside the egg just by being so near. This egg seems almost to vibrate, as you bend close to listen, and there are faint noises from within. Tarlo murmurs softly in amazement, "You can -hear- it." Tarlo looks to the Weyrleader and Weyrwoman. "Are we allowed to touch more then one?" Laidan nods, murmuring to Tarlo, "It sounds like it's just itching to come out." Kyris moves his finger over the Ascian Egg. Nimiriel looks over at Daelyth with a furrowed brow, then grins as she looks back at Tarlo. "Yes, of course. One of the reasons we do this is so that you can...well, sort of familiarize yourselves to being out here." Alessandra listens to the others quietly, then turns her attention right back to the amethyshades egg before her. Nimble fingers run down the length of the egg, as if slowly chasing the movement within. Talisha leans in closer to the egg, listening in quiet amazement. Tarlo grins, giving Laidan a wink as she reluctantly steps away from the crimson egg. She looks around, and then with a new expression of curiousity, makes her way to the Aurorabora egg. Greylin gives Talisha a slight smile as she then touches the Islandia egg. A soft 'oooo' is let out as her fingers waft across the egg. Talisha has disconnected. Eyes filled with child like wonder as Kyris grins despite his rather dour attitude, "Amazing." And then the heat of the sands reminds him to move his feet before they are scortched. Talisha has connected. Alessandra giggles softly, looking up towards the others again, purple eyes tearing away from purple shell briefly. Tarlo is leaning closely to the Aurorbora egg, and then suddenly jerks back with a soft cry of delight. "This one's feisty!" she can't help but exclaim. Laidan shifts from the heat eventually, herself. She wanders a bit among the eggs, mostly looking, before kneeling down next to the speckled StarSpangled egg. She crouches close to listen to this one, hovering over it with her curiousity. Not a sound comes from the Starspangled Egg, but it could almost be anticipated. There's no tension at all to the quiet--rather the opposite, just a deep and silent peace, one of those companionable silences that are so rare they are heartily cherished. Alessandra finally rises, having spotted the Gemflagration Egg out of the corner of her eye, and wanders over to touch it gently. Laidan lets go a softly held breath at the egg. She reaches out to feel for the quiet life inside, gently placing the palm of her hand on the dark egg. Though few might approach this egg, given its rather ominous covering, those who -do- are rewarded with a touch that is like velvet over steel. Surely, this egg will be hard enough to hatch soon, but it still feels as though it is made of the softest material imaginable. Kyris smiles over to Tarlo and sighs more content than he's looked since he arrived. Talisha doesn't move away from the Islandia egg, instead runs her hands over the warm shell again, listening with intense curiousity. She does eventually shift, feeling the heat seeping through her boots, and moves towards Cottoncandy egg. Greylin finally rises to her feet and paces across the sands to the Frostiferous egg, crouching next to it and reaching out to spider her fingers over the shell. Alessandra giggles softly, one fingertip following the line of emerald across the Gemflagration Egg. "This one sounds impatient..." Talisha glides her hands over the warm pink shell, fingers tracing a pattern down as she leans in, listening with quiet intensity, then giggling as she says, "You can hear it grunting!" Tarlo looks around, and then finds her way to the Proctalgic egg. "Poor thing." she murmurs softly, as if to pity it for its misshapen form. She strokes it gently, leaning close to see if she can hear what's going on under all those bumps and curves. Laidan brushes her fingers a few more times on the Starspangled egg, almost reverent. "This one's -so- peaceful.." Kyris picks up his feet and moves as quickly and as slowly, is that possible, around the eggs coming closed to Tarlo and regards the Protalgic egg watching it for a moment and then allowing his fingers to move over it. Tarlo giggles and looks up at Kyris. Arching her brows briefly, she steps away from the egg to give him room to touch it, and looks around, a bit like a child exploring a sweets display. Tarlo tiptoes over to the Supercala egg, just touching the very top. Alessandra gets drawn to the Labryinthine Egg, shaking her head slightly as she tries to make sense of the whirling and swirling and general chaos across the shell. Greylin finishes her examination of the Frostiferous egg and meanders toward the Ascian egg, her eyes looking up to peruse the others, touching each one she knows well, a faint smile appearing on her face as Josrin beams the bright smile of someone who is extremely excited to be here. Tarlo pulls her hand away after a moment, and then rubs her fingers against her palm, peering at the egg thoughtfully. Nimiriel, meanwhile, simply watches the activity, occasionally casting glances toward her lifemate, who is being quite protective of the Conflagration Egg. Kyris wanders over to where Greylin just vacated and wonders at the color and complexity of the Frostiferous egg before reaching out to touch it. You look over the sands and see a clutch of 37 eggs. 1) Absatively Egg 2) Gemflagration Egg 3) Lintitude Egg 4) Aventurine Egg 5) Proctalgic Egg 6) Islandia Egg 7) Pharmacopeia Egg 8) Cracketycrochety Egg 9) Veiled Egg 10) Castaneous Egg 11) Chuckilicious Egg 12) Amethyshades Egg 13) Bubbilicious Egg 14) Starspangled Egg 15) Svelteveldt Egg 16) Posalutely Egg 17) Innubilious Egg 18) Ascian Egg 19) Frostiferous Egg 20) Scrumdiddlyumtious Egg 21) Conflagration Egg 22) Permaganate Egg 23) Scrunchous Egg 24) Incandescence Egg 25) Aurorabora Egg 26) Pluvious Egg 27) Labyrinthine Egg 28) Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Egg 29) Cottoncandy Egg 30) Florabundance Egg 31) Incarnadine Egg 32) Rutilant Egg 33) Ridickerous Egg 34) Twinklerina Egg 35) Thunder Egg 36) Boustrephedon Egg 37) Paranoia Egg Alessandra admires said conflagration egg from afar, then attention swivels back to the Labryinthine egg, one finger following that thin silver cord... Sitting off nearly by itself on the sands this egg is definitely one of the smaller ones of the clutch. The bulk of its colouring is off-white with a bit of blue and purple near the base of the egg. The few smudges of the blue that drifts along the base might give one the impression of two eyes, thickly lashed, with a few ringlets of hair falling around them. The darker purples of the egg drift over the 'features' obscuring the 'face' in a soft purple haze, much like how a veil would. Greylin holds her hand over the Ascian egg, peering at the shell to see the reflection, if one there be, then lowers her hand to the shell gently. A spherical egg, as most are, at first it appears to be rather unremarkable. A yellowy-cream in color, at first glance. Most things warrant a second glance and indeed this egg is one of things that -deserves- a second glance. Peering closer, little cracks and striations, almost like gravel collecting along a stream bed, are all over it's surface. They slide, skitter, creep, and flow making the egg into a puzzle to be solved, a maze and a labyrinth, but not one without a solution. At the place where several lines meet it appears to draw--in fine line cracks-- the face of a crochety old auntie by the fire. Her rheumy eyes are narrowed, mouth set in a thin hard line of disapproval, she glares up at the viewer almost like a gold dragon brooding over her..well...egg. Laidan finally gets up as she gets warm again and spots one of the eggs that made her giggle. She cheerfully walks over to the crotchety egg to see if the cracks all over it feel like they look. Putting one's hands against the surface of the Cracketycrochety egg is almost like hugging the bony Auntie who sits in front of the fire. She's always warm, and surprisingly solid, in spite of how frail she might look. Textures are very difficult to discern, however. Talisha glides her hands over the Bubilicious egg, pausing to tilt a smile towards Greylin, then leaning in to listen. Tarlo meanders over to the Ridickerous egg, stroking it gently and leaning close to listen. Alessandra rises again, wandering back to the Amethyshades egg long enough to pass her hand over the smooth shell, then heads towards the Thunder Egg. Kyris slowly bends down and listens to the Frostiferous. Greylin abandons the Ascian egg for the Innubwhatsit egg, crouching next to it carefully, a hand hovering over the blue shell. Aside from the occasional mumbled word (at least, that's how it seems), and the occasional snore, there's not too much to hear. Alessandra giggles at the rumble deep in the Thunder egg, then heads carefully in the direction of the just-abandoned Ascian egg, shielding her eyes for a moment before reaching out and lightly touching the shell. Tarlo moves next to the Paranoia egg, grinning slightly as she brushes her hand against it. Though she might not exactly look *happy* about it, Daelyth spends a lot of time studying each and every one of these Candidates which are now prowling amongst the clutch that is her current pride and joy. She seems calm enough, however. Greylin hesitates for a moment, casting a look toward some of the larger of the eggs, but then moves toward the smaller ones, her expression once more pensive. Laidan moves over to the small Veiled Egg, wondering if it's trying to hide. She leans down next to it with a touch and a smile, as if to encourage it to be a bit more bold. A vaguely wispy texture covers the surface of this egg, like the most delicate of fabric that the Weavers make. A rather marked silence heard at first from the Veiled egg is shattered with a distinct snore. Tarlo heads back torward her original starting point, reaching out to feel the shell of the Rutilant egg. Telgar Weyr> S'dar says, "hi gang" Telgar Weyr> Nimiriel smooches Sandy. Talisha has disconnected. Talisha has connected. Telgar Weyr> Maylia says, "S'dar!" Alessandra pauses as she catches sight of Daelyth studying the candidates, then smiles softly. "Thank goodness I've been out here before... Being pinned by her looks are enough to unnerve even non-candidates, I think..." This last is said to the sands at large, then dark eyes look down at the bright egg currently trying to blind her with its hyper-reflectiveness. Kyris glances over his shoulder at the two dragon's before picking his feet up and moving on to another egg. Greylin makes her way to the Permaganate egg, settling down next to it for several long moments. Tarlo continues moving through the eggs, pausing and touching reverently here and there. Kyris pauses before Ridickerous Egg folding his arms acrossed his chest he studies it for as long as his feet will allow him,. Talisha makes her way over to the Labyrinthine egg, gliding her hands over the surface, feeling the strange channels in the shell. Telgar Weyr> Alessandra attempts to type around a cat. Kyris reaches out and slowly places both of his hands on the egg moving from the top of the ovid towards the girth of the middle. Telgar Weyr> Alessandra cheers! My keyboard is catless! Telgar Weyr> Laidan knows how that is! *G* Laidan shakes her head at the little egg that wasn't quite as delicate as it looked at wanders over to the Sveldt Egg, attracted to its greenness. The Svelteveldt egg's surface is pebbled, like touching someone's arm just as they're covered in wherry-bumps. Occasional crinkling noises come from within this egg, as if someone were restlessly fussing with a rather stiff hide. Alessandra gives up and makes her way back to the amethyshades egg, running her fingers over it carefully. "I do think this one is my favorite..." Greylin seems to be restricting her movements to 'blue' and/or 'small' in her wanderings, each egg given roughly the same amount of attention. "How many times you been back to it now, six or seven, Alessi?" she asks with a grin. Alessandra promptly sticks her tongue out at Greylin, eyes dancing merrily. "I can't help it. I always have a favorite egg, and this one blows them all away." Laidan grins up from the egg she's currently looking over. "I like the way that one looks, too.." She gets up and wanders over, to get a better look. The surface of this egg is almost jagged--so much so, in fact, that it almost seems as though the sharp edges would cut fingers. They're not quite sharp enough for that, however, and the egg's surface is quite warm to the touch. It almost sounds as though there's someone trapped inside this egg, but whoever is within has started talking to himself. There's a quiet murmur that sounds like a stream of quiet, one-sided conversation. Talisha steps over to the Islandia egg once again, running her fingers over the shell once again, with more confidence this time. Slender fingers glide over the rough surface, and a wide smile spreads itself across her face. "This is definetly my favourite.." she murmurs, almost as if speaking to the egg itself. Laidan chuckles, brushing her fingers over the purplish egg and listening to its unique sounds.. "It's like it's stretching the shell." She steps back and looks it over, then glances back at the Starspangled Egg. "But that one is so.. quiet. And calm." Alessandra beams up at Laidan, then runs her fingers down the side of the beautifully purple egg. "I think it's the prettiest egg out here..." A pause, and she glances up towards Daelyth. "Except for the queen egg of course." Can't make the queen mad. Tarlo approaches the Scrunchous egg, darting between it and another. Daelyth makes a noise that almost sounds like a disgruntled rumble of approval. She's still studying everyone quite intently, still content--for the moment. Kyris methodically begins to make the rounds to each egg, giving each the time that they deserved, which is approximately the amount of time before his feet insist he move. Greylin meanders back toward another blue egg. "I can't pick," she says with a hint of helplessness in her voice. "I like at least four of them..." Tarlo grins and admits, "I'm partial to three of them, myself...well, maybe four." GAME: Saving to disk. Will resume shortly. GAME: Save complete. Resuming. You say "I love the darker ones." Alessandra giggles quietly, eyeing the others. "Daelyth never drops anything but gorgeous eggs..." And /that/, at least, is utterly sincere. "I like that one," One finger points to the labryinthine egg, "and that one," and again to the Ascian egg, "but this one's definately my favorite." Talisha strokes the Islandia egg again, then has to do a little hop as the heat seeps through to her feet. "I love this one, and that one.." she says, pointing a fingers towards the labryinthine egg, "And maybe that pink one, maybe." Kyris shakes his head and say softly, "I can't choose a favorite one, they are all so beautiful." Greylin grimaces as the heat makes itself known again, and she wipes her brow with the back of her sleeve. "It's almost as hot as the steam baths in here," she comments absently. Jenisa, one of the youngest candidates of the group, glances sideways at the Chuckilicious Egg and edges away from it. She mumbles something how not -all- of Daelyth's eggs are lovely, and she'll end up with nightmares because of -that- one. Tarlo indicates the Incardine, the Aurorabora, the Proctalgic, and the Scrunchous. "I think I'm pretty varied in mine." she says, and the fans herself abruptly, nodding to Greylin in agreement. Josrin, the inveterate young lad from Benden Hold, has been making a point of sticking with the larger of the eggs, regardless of color. There is a bit of a hopeful look on his face, mixed in with a pale eagerness. Laidan blinks at Jenisa, curiousity aroused, and goes over to examine the chuckilicious egg. Tarlo follows along with Laidan, giving her another wry smile at their seemingly shared interest. This tawny egg sits apart from the rest on the sands, almost as though it were watching over them with hungry suspicion. Incongruous tufts of luminescent apricot march in an orderly row down its center, muting the soft beige behind them. Sticky black lines reminiscent of gossamer spinner webs dust each end of the ovoid, ready to draw the unwary into their grasp. At the apex of the shell's curve is a darker conglomeration of shapes. Viewed from different angles, it almost seems to resemble a gaily-painted face, mouth wide open with laughter. Yet, when the light is right, that smile turns into a scream of utter terror and the innocuous tan of the shell turns to sludgy black and brown. The orange pompoms seem to float in murky water. But only when the light is just *right*. Alessandra smiles warmly back at Josrin and Jenisa--it's the younger candidates she seems to have gotten along best with, so far. "Your favorites?" The moment you put your ear to this egg you can hear it. A curious, soft roaring sound echoes and re-echoes through the leathery surface. Rushing unceasingly against the shell, the sound is almost like that of a spiral the seacrafters bring up from the Nerat deeps, or perhaps the rush of a waterfall. The sound is hollow at times, as though the water surging through the shell was buried deep under the ground. The tufts of apricot against the shell are sure to draw hands as well as eyes, and they are remarkably soft to the touch. Beguiling, the shell seems to belie the innocent fist glance. Up close, and viewed from above, the 'smile' seen across the ovoid is definitely a scream, pointed with sharp fangs. Across that splash of white, the shell is harder, raised ridges forming the lines of the 'teeth.' More than one young candidate has quickly moved off upon laying hands to this unsettling shell. Laidan spends some time, kneeling down, brushing her hands on the daunting egg and listening to it. "it's kind of like being around the lake when it's really raining hard.. but it's not as scary as some of the riders. It's.. unique." Talisha starts to do a bit of a wiggle dance, still keeping close to the Islandia egg, but getting sweaty just isn't her favourite thing in the world. She starts fanning herself, looking between the candidates and the eggs and grinning at the two younger candidates. Josrin almost flinches his hands off the colossal egg he was touching as Alessandra speaks. With a blush, he comments, "Umm, this one. It's... umm, large and pretty." What a doofus. Alessandra's eyes crinkle as she grins towards Josrin, then follows Laidan towards the egg she's at. "I don't know, I kind of like that one... Odd, a little different..." Some silent conversation seems to take place between Nimiriel and Daelyth. The Weyrwoman nods, then remarks, "Alright. I think that Daelyth has had enough of this for tonight." Alessandra nods and immediately steps back from the eggs, standing with her hands behind her back. Tarlo promptly steps away from the eggs, nodding in Daelyth's direction respectfully. Kyris pausing he takes his time over Pharmacopeia Egg and as Nimiriel speaks he draws himself away from the clutch and wanders towards the Weyrwoman, stuffing his hands in his pockets to refrain from temptation. Talisha smiles politedly to Nimiriel, then even dips her head slightly to Daelyth, skirting the eggs and making her way back up to the galleries. Nimiriel makes her way over to the path that leads up to the galleries, motioning everyone toward it. Alessandra walks over towards the galleries. Alessandra has left. Talisha walks over towards the galleries. Talisha has left. Kyris walks over towards the galleries. Kyris has left. Laidan gets up and backs off respectfully, giving a few long looks back at a couple that she visited. Greylin lifts her head as Nimiriel speaks again, and she collars Josrin gently and makes sure he gets off the sands before he gets eaten, following him into the galleries. You walk up the stairway into the galleries. Galleries(#382RDJM$) Stretching along the eastern wall of the hatching cavern, these tiers of seats have enough room for several hundred spectators for Clutchings and Hatchings. To one side, long shallow steps descend to the entrance. There is also a railing separating the lowest tier of seats from the Hatching Sands themselves. Other parts of the galleries are closed off from the sands by a wall to the north and south. From here you can reenter the bowl, or follow the pathway down to the Sands. The evening is clear, not a cloud to be seen, giving you a perfect view of the stars. The smaller Belior winks as a waning crescent while Timor winks as a waning crescent. It is completely still, no winds blow and the summer air is warm enough, with only a slight chill. Contents: PLAYERS: Maylia Kyris Laidan Talisha Alessandra Obvious Exits: Bowl Sands To see something on the sands, 'view sands' or 'view sands '. Type 'clutch help' for help with clutch commands. For the up to the moment hatching report use '+sands'. From the hatching sands, Greylin walks over towards the galleries. From the hatching sands, Greylin has left. Greylin walks over from the hatching sands. Greylin has arrived. Kyris pulls his hands from his pockets and rubs them together, he just can't seem to stop smiling, "I never imagined they'd all feel so different." Alessandra smiles softly, then looks back out over the sands. Laidan nods to Kyris. "Some of them seemed so different once I'd actually gotten close and touched them than from just looking from up here." From the hatching sands, Tarlo walks over towards the galleries. From the hatching sands, Tarlo has left. Tarlo walks over from the hatching sands. Tarlo has arrived. From the hatching sands, Nimiriel walks over towards the galleries. From the hatching sands, Nimiriel has left. Nimiriel walks over from the hatching sands. Nimiriel has arrived. Telgar Weyr> Talisha snugs everyone for the fun rp! (Well, the snuggable anyway ;) ) I have to bamf pronto. Greylin has the look about her of the world having suddenly become real around her, and she sits, looking at her hands, her fingers splayed out as she regards them. Alessandra peers back towards Greylin and her hands, then chuckles quietly. "It does have that effect on one, doesn't it?" Talisha regards her hands for a brief moment, looking back across the sands, then giving a warm smile to her fellow candidates. Shifting through the gathered, she heads down the stairs, and likely to more chores. Talisha walks off towards the Central Bowl. Talisha has left. Tarlo looks thoughtful as she slips out. Kyris sighs and leans against one of the walls and regards the sands looking over the eggs that same stupid smile plastered to his face. Greylin nods to Alessi, her expression one of quiet thought. Tarlo walks off towards the Central Bowl. Tarlo has left. Laidan settles down where she can look at the eggs that were so recently right under her fingertips. Alessandra turns and flops down, settling easily back against the carved seating of the stands. Kyris sighs softly, savoring the experience like one savors a fine Benden vintage. Greylin says in a low voice. "I... I need some air." Nodding faintly toward Nimiriel in respect, she slips out. Greylin walks off towards the Central Bowl. Greylin has left. Telgar Weyr> Greylin says, "G'night, Telgari." Telgar Weyr> J'lyn says, "Night, Greylin" Telgar Weyr> Laidan waves Telgar Weyr> Aisling waves Laidan muses.. "it's weird.. a couple of them that didn't really catch my eye turned out to have so much.. personality." She continues to gaze down, her philosophic bent uncharacteristically continuing. "I still can't believe they felt so different." Kyris murmurs. Alessandra smiles slightly, then leans back and closes her eyes before rising. "I think I'm going to follow Greylin's example... Please give Daelyth my thanks, Nimiriel... This is her most beautiful clutch yet." Kyris nods in agreement to Alessandra's assumption, "Yes Nimiriel, please. Thank you also it was wonderful, something I will never forget." Telgar Weyr> I'sai waves tiredly. Telgar Weyr> Alessandra snugs I'sai and heads on out. G'night... Telgar Weyr> Kyris says, "We touched the eggs tonight." Telgar Weyr> Kyris says rather excitedly. Nimiriel smiles at Alessandra, "Thank you. I'm sure she'd agree with you." Alessandra grins, then heads back to the barracks. Alessandra has left. Telgar Weyr> Aisling says, "Heya I'sai!" Kyris nods to Nimiriel, "Good evening to you, Ma'am." And Kyris wanders along the gallery further away and takes up residence on one of the out of the way spots with a good vantage and simply watches the sands for a long time. Telgar Weyr> Laidan waves to I'sai Laidan lingers, looking down at the eggs thoughtfully. IGEN-> Jasmyn says, "Hello again :)" Locations Players Fort Weyr Living Cavern(#199RJa$/FortW_Bldr) Soranda T'quinn Galleries(#382RDJM$/TelgarW_Bldr) Kyris Laidan Maylia Nimiriel Inner Infirmary Lanryi Records Room(#403RJs$/TelgarW_Bldr) I'sai Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern(#750RDJM$/TelgarW_ Tarlo Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr(#1000RJs/HRW_ Istra Ista Weyr Bathing Pools Fluria P'tod Guest Weyr Jasmyn Farviewer Chamber(#1699RFJLs$/S'dar) S'dar Sauscony's Office(#1871RAJL/Sauscony) Sauscony Journeywoman Amaryllia's Room -- Ista Weyr(#19 Amaryllia Zyanth and Erith's Weyr F'ren Steward's Office ~*~ TGW(#5316RJ$/Selaye) Selaye Seat Ylin HRW Headwoman's Office(#7747RAJL/Jacera) Akiko Ista Weyr Pool and Garden Al'oren Keira J'lyn and Lorieth's Weyr(#11087RAJL$/J'lyn) J'lyn Study: [Trie/Beld] Starcraft Hall(#12616RJMs$/ Triene Cabin of the Wind Rose Selchin Cevodnioth and T'mren's Weyr(#16475RJeh/T'mren T'mren Sorpam's little world Sorpam A'len, Dilorenth, Fiora, and Lienth's Weyr(in Fiora Inner Weyr (Terrilia)(#17907RAJLe/Terrilia) Terrilia Sielth's Ledge(#18245RJ/Aisling) Aisling Ammaeth and D'ryk's Weyr(#18598RJs/D'ryk) K'gen You paged I'sai with 'Want to come see your cousin being thoughtful? :)'. From afar, I'sai already promised Tarlo to return her samples, but you'd be welcome to join us. Laidan glances over at Kyris. "what kind of dragon would you want to Impress?" she asks curiously. Long distance to I'sai: Laidan is going to linger a bit more, then wander over if she has the energy. :) From afar, I'sai grins, "Makes sense to me. Kyris is lots of fun." Long distance to I'sai: Laidan nods.. though at the moment, he's idling.. *pout* From afar, I'sai awws. Kyris looks over to Laidan, "Honestly?" He says firmly, "Any." You paged I'sai with 'Oh, wait.. he's answering. :)'. Laidan grins. "Yeah. Kich brought it up the other day, so I was thinking about it some." Kyris nods slowly, "If it has wings, I'll be happy. I'm happy just being Searched." He says quietly, "It means that maybe....someday...." he shrugs. Laidan looks back out at the eggs. "I know what you mean. Being Searched means.. it's possible. It really is possible." Nimiriel has disconnected. Laidan sighs and stretches. "I wish I could stay here and watch the eggs all night.." she waves to Maylia and Kyris. "I'm off to bed, though." You paged Kyris and Maylia with 'Night!'. Telgar Weyr> Laidan waves night to Telgar. You walk off towards the Central Bowl. Central Bowl(#298RL$) A stony field is the center of this great caldera, the size of which is unmatched at any other weyr--for the whole complement of all the wings at Telgar could rest comfortably within its towering cliffs. Shaped in a perfect oval, the rock walls seem perfect for keeping the usual chill winds stirring about. The ground is mostly made of pebbles and rocks, some hued the milky shades of old quartz, though there are patches where softer dirt and even trees sprout up from the ground. Southerly, the bowl opens onto the living caverns and the weyrleaders' quarters; the immense entrance to the hatching grounds lies to the northwest. Heading southwest will lead one back out into the rocky mountain ranges around Telgar's protective walls. Dragons may be seen, relaxing or fresh from feeding, to the north, as well as the soft lapping sounds of Telgar's lake touching the sandy shore. The weyrling barracks, always aflutter with activity, is to the direct west. If you're looking for the 'dutypair' to take you to an outweyr destination, they can be found here. Fall leaves cling around the edges of the bowl, and the trees near the lake are bedecked with bronze and red splendor. The evening is clear, not a cloud to be seen, giving you a perfect view of the stars. The smaller Belior winks as a waning crescent while Timor winks as a waning crescent. It is completely still, no winds blow and the summer air is warm enough, with only a slight chill. Several smaller weyrs are located a few dragonlengths up the Bowl wall (+view Weyrlings). Obvious exits: Weyrling Barracks Southern Bowl Lake Shore Hatching Cavern Feeding Grounds Runner Pasture Weyr Entrance *** Disconnected from PernMUSH ***