Log: Visit with E'lan, Meeting F'niah
RL Date: Sept 14 2004
IC Date: day 11, month 6, Turn 50 of the Interval.
Center of the Fort Weyr Bowl(#200RJ$)
The Bowl of Fort Weyr, a large, featureless plain surrounded by steep mountain cliffs, stretches out around you. It is approximately oval in shape, about 2700 meters along the long axis running southwest to northeast, and about half that distance across the short axis. You stand in its approximate center. The soil of the bowl is somewhat sandy.
To the northwest is the large cavern used for the Weyrling barracks. To the west is the fenced off area where the Weyr's herds are kept, and the lake shore is to the southwest. To the northeast can be seen the ledges for the junior queens and the weyrleaders. The large entrance to the Hatching Grounds can also be seen to the northeast and to the east are the Lower Caverns.
Contents:
Lazryth
Padraig exits the caverns and takes off at a run across the Bowl, clearly excited about something.
Spectators' Gallery in the Hatching Ground(#958RIJa$)
The galleries in the Hatching Grounds stretch the length of the southern wall of the cavern. Broad sweeps of stone benches provide ample seating for spectators. Above and across from here are ledges where the dragons perch to welcome new eggs and hatchlings. From your vantage point, you can see everything that happens on the sands.
Stairs to the northwest, at the end of the galleries, lead back down to the entrance to the hatching grounds. The Hatching Ground sands spread out before you to the northeast, and are accessible by another set of stairs to the north.
Acadia relaxes when F'niah doesn't scold her for laziness. "Ummm, would you like some candy, sirs? It's the hard suckable kind and it's pretty good."
Padraig comes in running at a full tilt, then stops right at the edge of the galleries, straightens his tunic, runs a hand through his hair, sticks his hands in his pockets and strolls -casually- up to his father. "Good evening sir, heya Acadia," he greets the others.
"I, um... sorry," Sef manages, stepping away from the brownrider, completely nonplussed by the entire scenario. He turns back to Acadia with another, "Huh, what?" before his attention's caught by the rushing-at-him Padraig. "Whoa! Don't run in the galleries!" This, at least, is something he knows, can grab on to.
E'lan just watches F'niah with an amused expression on his face. He shakes his head with mirth, then turns at the sound of a familiar voice, "Ah-HA! There's my boy!"
Acadia says, "Hey there, Paddy." She looks again at the High Reaches rider and asks her fellow Candidate, "He's your dad?"
Padraig grins F'niah's way. "Yessir," he says gravely, and he nods Acadia's way. "Yep ..." then he's moving over to give E'lan a back-thumping hug. "Papa ... what're you doing here?"
F'niah slips away from the Reachian and his son to join Acadia. "Evening," he offers as he slips into the seat next to her. "That candy offer still open?"
E'lan returns the boy's hug with a big wherhug of his own. He releases Padraig to look at him with a grin, "Came to see you, look at the eggs, see what I can remember about this place." He glances around, nodding sagely, "Lots of good memories around here. Lots of memories."
Padraig grins happily at E'lan's words. "Really?" he starts to move down the steps and finds a spot to sit in. "How're things back home?" he asks excitedly.
Acadia nods and extends the bag to F'niah. "Sure, sir. Leeana got them, but I don't know where from."
"Leeana," F'niah echoes blankly as he rummages around inside the bag. "One of the Candidates, right." He withdraws a candy to eye it, then pops it into his mouth. "You're... let me guess. Um..." The candy clicks against his teeth as he rolls it around his mouth.
E'lan follows Padraig to a seat, "Things are fine. Your mum says she'll come down as soon as she can. Giremi's been sleeping in your bed rather than his own, and your sisters miss you something terrible, but are compensating well with cookies and bubbly pies." He winks teasingly.
Acadia lips twitch, but she's not laughing at Sef. No way, not after witnessing his and Lexiana's set-to. "I'm Acadia, sir. The Miner's daughter. I've been here for a little over a turn now."
"I was going to guess," F'niah grouses with a twist to his lips. "Acadia. Well met. I'm - well, you probably know, if you've been here that long. F'niah. Saneth's." The candy clacks again; he gives the eggs a little nod. "Got a favorite?"
Padraig nods at E'lan's words, practically drinking them in. "He has? Really ... Shells ... it'll be all stinky from his feet when ... if ... err ..." he trails off, scrubs at his neck a bit then nods. "Bring any of those bubblies with you by any chance?"
E'lan snorts, "His feet? Your brother has stinky feet?" He laughs at that, shaking his head, "The things you learn. I never knew that. And no, I figured the cooks here had plenty of bubblies for you to eat. They sure did when I was a lad."
Acadia perks up an ear at the word 'bubblies'. Eavesdropping is a no-no, but so is missing free snacks. "Yes, sir, F'niah sir. I like the small one in the middle of the mound, the yellowy-brown one. Over there." She points to the Golden Dell Egg.
Padraig grins. "Sure do ... but they're not from -home-" he nods towards the eggs. "We got to touch 'em the other day. It's pretty amazing isn't it?"
F'niah obediently studies the egg Acadia's pointing at. "It's pretty enough," he agrees. "...You only need to use one sir, you know," he adds, glancing sidelong at her. "Or Wingleader, if you don't want any 'sirs' at all."
E'lan chuckles, nodding as he scans the eggs with a practiced eye, "Amazing. Get anything from any of them?" He arches his eyebrows, looking back at Padraig curiously.
Padraig shakes his head. "Nope ... just lots of really interesting color swirls," he says and nods down toward Acadia and F'niah's conversation. 'There's this blue one I really like."
Acadia blushes and says, "As you wish, Wingleader. It's hard not to say 'sir'. I guess my parents' teaching went deeper than I thought." She checks out the eggs again and asks, "Do you have a favorite too, F'niah?"
E'lan ohs, "Which one is that?" He leans on the railing, but only for a moment. His head turns towards the entrance and a frown creases his features, "Bad timing, Laz, bad timing." He turns back to Padraig, "I have to go. Duty calls. I'll come back though, and soon, alright?"
Padraig points to the egg in question, then his face falls. "Already?" He sighs, then smiles. "Yeah ... I'd like that Papa .... I miss you."
E'lan glances back over the eggs, nodding as he identifies the one Padraig favors, "Good choice, son." He turns to give the boy a hug, clapping him on the back before taking him by the shoulders to look into his eyes, "No worries, right? You just send a message if you need anything at all."
F'niah shakes his head, pauses to glance over at Padraig's comment, which lets him catch E'lan's exit announcement. "Fort's duties to the High Reaches and her queens." So it's rather belated. Better late than never, hey? He gives the brownrider a glance that lingers for only a fraction of a second before turning back to Acadia with a shake of his head. "No. Actually, I, um... this is the first time I've had the chance to come and see them. The eggs, I mean."
Acadia echoes F'niahs farewell to E'lan. "Fort's duties, sir. Are you sure you don't want to take some candy with you?"
Padraig nods. "I will Papa ..."
Acadia picks up her precious candy bag and gets up. "It's time for me to go clean up, Wingleader. I'll see you around later?"
F'niah nods and draws his legs back under his seat, clearing the path for her. "'Course. I'll be watching when they Hatch if we don't run into each other before then."
Acadia says, "Good night, F'niah sir. Good night Paddy!" Then hurries off to bathe off the dust of the day.
Padraig waves as Acadia runs off, a cheery "Rest well!" sent after her, then he looks down at the Sands, somewhat moodily and sighs.
F'niah's attention shifts from the eggs to the sigh; a hesitation and he stands, making his way down to join the boy. "What's the sigh for?"
Padraig blinks up at the rider and shakes his head slightly. "Nothing really ... well that's not true ... I miss home s'all."
F'niah jerks his head after the departed E'lan. "You from the Reaches then? Who Searched you? ...F'niah," he adds, offering over a hand. "Saneth's."
Padraig crosses F'niah's palm with his and nods. "Yep, Reaches," he confirms. "V'yse's Adenath," he supplies and then there's also his name. "Padraig ...son of Emilly and G'rad and E'lan and Abbe," he recites the rather lengthier list than usual.
F'niah blinks once at the list, but nods. "Well met," says he, completing the exchange. "I've met your da - well, E'lan - once or twice. He retrieves his hand to link it with the other, and lean on his forearms onto the railing. "I hear you say something about liking a blue egg?" He nods toward the Swan Lake egg. "That one?"
Padraig nods. "E'lan's my Papa, G'rad's my Da," he says as if that clarifies everything, then he joins the rider in leaning on the railing and nods. "Yessir - I like the way it all swirls together."
"S'pretty," the bluerider agrees. "And did I hear you say you got t' go down for an egg touching? What'd you think?"
Padraig's head bobs up and down. "Mmm - we did and ... wow ... I mean I've seen eggs from -this- distance plenty of times before, but up close? Wow."
"They're something else," F'niah agrees, with a nod. "What do you think of that one?" He gives the Creeping Wild Egg a nod.
Padraig peers down at the Sands, at the noted egg. "I didn't actually get to look at that one up close," he says a bit sheepishly.
"Mostly that blue one ... and that brown one there ... and that funny colored one over there." He indicates each egg in turn.
"And?" F'niah encourages, splitting his attention between the eggs and boy. "What did you think?"
Padraig smiles slowly. "Each one's unique ... and interesting to look at ... but differently y'know?"
F'niah nods before pushing himself off the railing, straightening to his full height. "I know. I'd better be going. Nice talking to you, Padraig. Like I told Acadia, I'll be at the Hatching, even if I don't get to see you again before."
Padraig nods. "Nice to meet you sir," returns the Candidate. "Have a good night !"
IC Date: day 11, month 6, Turn 50 of the Interval.
Center of the Fort Weyr Bowl(#200RJ$)
The Bowl of Fort Weyr, a large, featureless plain surrounded by steep mountain cliffs, stretches out around you. It is approximately oval in shape, about 2700 meters along the long axis running southwest to northeast, and about half that distance across the short axis. You stand in its approximate center. The soil of the bowl is somewhat sandy.
To the northwest is the large cavern used for the Weyrling barracks. To the west is the fenced off area where the Weyr's herds are kept, and the lake shore is to the southwest. To the northeast can be seen the ledges for the junior queens and the weyrleaders. The large entrance to the Hatching Grounds can also be seen to the northeast and to the east are the Lower Caverns.
Contents:
Lazryth
Padraig exits the caverns and takes off at a run across the Bowl, clearly excited about something.
Spectators' Gallery in the Hatching Ground(#958RIJa$)
The galleries in the Hatching Grounds stretch the length of the southern wall of the cavern. Broad sweeps of stone benches provide ample seating for spectators. Above and across from here are ledges where the dragons perch to welcome new eggs and hatchlings. From your vantage point, you can see everything that happens on the sands.
Stairs to the northwest, at the end of the galleries, lead back down to the entrance to the hatching grounds. The Hatching Ground sands spread out before you to the northeast, and are accessible by another set of stairs to the north.
Acadia relaxes when F'niah doesn't scold her for laziness. "Ummm, would you like some candy, sirs? It's the hard suckable kind and it's pretty good."
Padraig comes in running at a full tilt, then stops right at the edge of the galleries, straightens his tunic, runs a hand through his hair, sticks his hands in his pockets and strolls -casually- up to his father. "Good evening sir, heya Acadia," he greets the others.
"I, um... sorry," Sef manages, stepping away from the brownrider, completely nonplussed by the entire scenario. He turns back to Acadia with another, "Huh, what?" before his attention's caught by the rushing-at-him Padraig. "Whoa! Don't run in the galleries!" This, at least, is something he knows, can grab on to.
E'lan just watches F'niah with an amused expression on his face. He shakes his head with mirth, then turns at the sound of a familiar voice, "Ah-HA! There's my boy!"
Acadia says, "Hey there, Paddy." She looks again at the High Reaches rider and asks her fellow Candidate, "He's your dad?"
Padraig grins F'niah's way. "Yessir," he says gravely, and he nods Acadia's way. "Yep ..." then he's moving over to give E'lan a back-thumping hug. "Papa ... what're you doing here?"
F'niah slips away from the Reachian and his son to join Acadia. "Evening," he offers as he slips into the seat next to her. "That candy offer still open?"
E'lan returns the boy's hug with a big wherhug of his own. He releases Padraig to look at him with a grin, "Came to see you, look at the eggs, see what I can remember about this place." He glances around, nodding sagely, "Lots of good memories around here. Lots of memories."
Padraig grins happily at E'lan's words. "Really?" he starts to move down the steps and finds a spot to sit in. "How're things back home?" he asks excitedly.
Acadia nods and extends the bag to F'niah. "Sure, sir. Leeana got them, but I don't know where from."
"Leeana," F'niah echoes blankly as he rummages around inside the bag. "One of the Candidates, right." He withdraws a candy to eye it, then pops it into his mouth. "You're... let me guess. Um..." The candy clicks against his teeth as he rolls it around his mouth.
E'lan follows Padraig to a seat, "Things are fine. Your mum says she'll come down as soon as she can. Giremi's been sleeping in your bed rather than his own, and your sisters miss you something terrible, but are compensating well with cookies and bubbly pies." He winks teasingly.
Acadia lips twitch, but she's not laughing at Sef. No way, not after witnessing his and Lexiana's set-to. "I'm Acadia, sir. The Miner's daughter. I've been here for a little over a turn now."
"I was going to guess," F'niah grouses with a twist to his lips. "Acadia. Well met. I'm - well, you probably know, if you've been here that long. F'niah. Saneth's." The candy clacks again; he gives the eggs a little nod. "Got a favorite?"
Padraig nods at E'lan's words, practically drinking them in. "He has? Really ... Shells ... it'll be all stinky from his feet when ... if ... err ..." he trails off, scrubs at his neck a bit then nods. "Bring any of those bubblies with you by any chance?"
E'lan snorts, "His feet? Your brother has stinky feet?" He laughs at that, shaking his head, "The things you learn. I never knew that. And no, I figured the cooks here had plenty of bubblies for you to eat. They sure did when I was a lad."
Acadia perks up an ear at the word 'bubblies'. Eavesdropping is a no-no, but so is missing free snacks. "Yes, sir, F'niah sir. I like the small one in the middle of the mound, the yellowy-brown one. Over there." She points to the Golden Dell Egg.
Padraig grins. "Sure do ... but they're not from -home-" he nods towards the eggs. "We got to touch 'em the other day. It's pretty amazing isn't it?"
F'niah obediently studies the egg Acadia's pointing at. "It's pretty enough," he agrees. "...You only need to use one sir, you know," he adds, glancing sidelong at her. "Or Wingleader, if you don't want any 'sirs' at all."
E'lan chuckles, nodding as he scans the eggs with a practiced eye, "Amazing. Get anything from any of them?" He arches his eyebrows, looking back at Padraig curiously.
Padraig shakes his head. "Nope ... just lots of really interesting color swirls," he says and nods down toward Acadia and F'niah's conversation. 'There's this blue one I really like."
Acadia blushes and says, "As you wish, Wingleader. It's hard not to say 'sir'. I guess my parents' teaching went deeper than I thought." She checks out the eggs again and asks, "Do you have a favorite too, F'niah?"
E'lan ohs, "Which one is that?" He leans on the railing, but only for a moment. His head turns towards the entrance and a frown creases his features, "Bad timing, Laz, bad timing." He turns back to Padraig, "I have to go. Duty calls. I'll come back though, and soon, alright?"
Padraig points to the egg in question, then his face falls. "Already?" He sighs, then smiles. "Yeah ... I'd like that Papa .... I miss you."
E'lan glances back over the eggs, nodding as he identifies the one Padraig favors, "Good choice, son." He turns to give the boy a hug, clapping him on the back before taking him by the shoulders to look into his eyes, "No worries, right? You just send a message if you need anything at all."
F'niah shakes his head, pauses to glance over at Padraig's comment, which lets him catch E'lan's exit announcement. "Fort's duties to the High Reaches and her queens." So it's rather belated. Better late than never, hey? He gives the brownrider a glance that lingers for only a fraction of a second before turning back to Acadia with a shake of his head. "No. Actually, I, um... this is the first time I've had the chance to come and see them. The eggs, I mean."
Acadia echoes F'niahs farewell to E'lan. "Fort's duties, sir. Are you sure you don't want to take some candy with you?"
Padraig nods. "I will Papa ..."
Acadia picks up her precious candy bag and gets up. "It's time for me to go clean up, Wingleader. I'll see you around later?"
F'niah nods and draws his legs back under his seat, clearing the path for her. "'Course. I'll be watching when they Hatch if we don't run into each other before then."
Acadia says, "Good night, F'niah sir. Good night Paddy!" Then hurries off to bathe off the dust of the day.
Padraig waves as Acadia runs off, a cheery "Rest well!" sent after her, then he looks down at the Sands, somewhat moodily and sighs.
F'niah's attention shifts from the eggs to the sigh; a hesitation and he stands, making his way down to join the boy. "What's the sigh for?"
Padraig blinks up at the rider and shakes his head slightly. "Nothing really ... well that's not true ... I miss home s'all."
F'niah jerks his head after the departed E'lan. "You from the Reaches then? Who Searched you? ...F'niah," he adds, offering over a hand. "Saneth's."
Padraig crosses F'niah's palm with his and nods. "Yep, Reaches," he confirms. "V'yse's Adenath," he supplies and then there's also his name. "Padraig ...son of Emilly and G'rad and E'lan and Abbe," he recites the rather lengthier list than usual.
F'niah blinks once at the list, but nods. "Well met," says he, completing the exchange. "I've met your da - well, E'lan - once or twice. He retrieves his hand to link it with the other, and lean on his forearms onto the railing. "I hear you say something about liking a blue egg?" He nods toward the Swan Lake egg. "That one?"
Padraig nods. "E'lan's my Papa, G'rad's my Da," he says as if that clarifies everything, then he joins the rider in leaning on the railing and nods. "Yessir - I like the way it all swirls together."
"S'pretty," the bluerider agrees. "And did I hear you say you got t' go down for an egg touching? What'd you think?"
Padraig's head bobs up and down. "Mmm - we did and ... wow ... I mean I've seen eggs from -this- distance plenty of times before, but up close? Wow."
"They're something else," F'niah agrees, with a nod. "What do you think of that one?" He gives the Creeping Wild Egg a nod.
Padraig peers down at the Sands, at the noted egg. "I didn't actually get to look at that one up close," he says a bit sheepishly.
"Mostly that blue one ... and that brown one there ... and that funny colored one over there." He indicates each egg in turn.
"And?" F'niah encourages, splitting his attention between the eggs and boy. "What did you think?"
Padraig smiles slowly. "Each one's unique ... and interesting to look at ... but differently y'know?"
F'niah nods before pushing himself off the railing, straightening to his full height. "I know. I'd better be going. Nice talking to you, Padraig. Like I told Acadia, I'll be at the Hatching, even if I don't get to see you again before."
Padraig nods. "Nice to meet you sir," returns the Candidate. "Have a good night !"