Arrival at High Reaches Weyr
Tavrie, Thirion
Thirion is met by Tavrie as she arrives for her first real assignment for the Harper Hall at High Reaches where she's been sent to investigate the archives-with the help of the residents, in the hopes of finding information pertaining to Crom and threadfall.
Fall is in the air at High Reaches, though it is a pleasant morning and quite comfortable. Lingering in the bowl and pacing expectantly, a small woman with blond hair watches the nearly cloudless blue skies, face a mixture of calm and eager. Heaving a sigh, she continues to pace back and forth, hands clasped behind her back and jacket undone in the cool air.
Coming out of between Thirry gasps in a lungful of cool air, unaware she’d been holding her breath for the full count of between. A sense of exhilaration courses through her as she looks down from the dragon’s back at the tall spires of the seven spindles below her, then her stomach lurches as the large blue swoops down to land in the bowl of High Reaches. As the dust settles a little, she is grateful to see the woman who was described by Master Rodric waiting for her, and waves tentatively in her direction.
From a ledge not far off, and echoing the cries of the dragon on watch, a vibrant trumpeting call welcomes the blue dragon and those riding upon his back. Tavrie turns and tips her head up toward the sky, lifting a hand against Rukbat's stubborn rays and following the progress of the blue until he has landed. With quick strides, she passes over and stands ready to offer Thirion a hand down, should she need it. "Welcome to High Reaches Weyr, Harper, I'm Tavrie, Junior Weyrwoman to gold Nabrimeth. How was the trip?" the blond asks cheerfully, small dimples forming at the corners of her mouth as she grins up at Thirion.
Thirion takes the offered hand, encouraged by the diminutive blonde woman’s warm smile and cheerful greeting. “Thanks. I guess you must be Tavrie?” then without waiting for an answer, slides down the dragon’s side and calls her thanks to the dragon rider and his blue. “Harper Hall’s duties to High Reaches and her queens, I believe is the correct salutation?” Thirry grins as she lands lightly in front of the junior weyr woman.
Tavrie sees the apprentice to her feet and then stands back a pace, hands relaxed at her side. She gives a polite nod and a smile to the bluerider, an unspoken 'thank you' lying there in and a look of appreciation on her face. "Yes, that would be correct. And the 'Reaches duties to Harper Hall," Tavrie offers. "Really, there is little cause to stand on ceremony with me, I may have a title and a job to do here, but I am a rather casual person," she offers, giving a mischievous little wink for emphasis. "So, you're going to be doing a little research I hear?" she queries, wafting a hand in the direction they will need to go in once Thirion has her things and is ready.
Warming to the smaller woman Thirry begins to relax a little and gathers her small clothing bag and hefts her instrument case over her shoulder. Then, turning to follow the direction Tavrie has indicated, she falls into step with her. “Yes, Master Rodric has asked me to fulfill my first away duty since being promoted to Senior Apprentice. But I also suspect its because I enjoy work in our Archive room.” Thirry pulls her jacket closer around her to ward off a vagrant cold breeze then continues, “I believe its important to know which areas of Crom High Reaches is really responsible for, and I’ve been told to look for any old records that could give some information or at least insight into that rather sensitive issue.” Just then gold Trill creeps out from behind Thirry’s hair and chriples inquisitively at Tavrie. “Oh, sorry, Tavrie, this is Trill, she was hatched here almost a turn ago now.” She offers scritching her brow ridges affectionately.
Tavrie is likely easy enough to keep up with, her pace is lively but her stature keeps it manageable. The mention of Crom brings a faint grimace, but this passes quickly and the cheerful goldrider nods. "Well, there is much to learn and to be learned from...what happened," she admits, shrugging in a helpless manner. "The sooner we figure out what happened and where to go from here, the better," the blond notes. She turns to smile amiably at Thirrion and her little companion, eyes lingering for a moment before turning to gauge where she is walking. "Ahh, how lovely. I'm sure she'll find clutchsibs and lots of trouble to get into while you're here. My own pair are likely lazing about in my abandoned bed as we speak. Though they prefer it when I'm there to offer added heat," she says, smirking at the thought.
Dropping her more mature pose for a minute, Thirry grins down from her 5ft.5 height at Tavrie and tells her, “Yes, I know what you mean about them wanting to snuggle in bed with you, except that I also have a fully grown ginger feline called Ben who competes with Trill for bed space, almost squeezing me out!” she laughs. “Maybe here I can get some better sleep as I had to leave Ben back at the Hall with Martha the headwoman, who is also my Aunt.” Then, turning back to more serious issues, she asks solemnly, “Was it very confusing for both High Reaches and Telgar being in the sky over Crom at the same time?”
Tavrie laughs again, the sound merry and bright. She tucks her hair behind her ears as they walk toward the wall of the bowl. "I can only imagine. My bronze and blue are small and yet they feel larger than Nabrimeth when they take over my bed," she commiserates. "I've always loved felines. It would be neat to have one, but not if they're bed hogs as well," she concedes with a little grin. Tavrie shoves her hands in her pockets now, quiet and contemplative. "Well, it wasn't something we had planned for, really. So organizing that many dragons all of a sudden in the same air space....well, R'hin did his best, as did we all," the goldrider offers.
Thirry stops for a moment to hitch up her instrument case that has slid down her shoulder and to ease the weight of her bag in the other hand. She looks at the almost vertical cliffs around her and takes in the grandeur of the weyr in general. Almost distractedly she answers Tavrie, “Thread is bad enough to fight at the best of times I’m told, but when there’s so much confusion and both weyrs feeling they should be in command, its surprising there were so few fatalities. Credit to R’hin - in fact to all of you.”
Tavrie lifts a brow, watching the momentary struggle. "Can I give you a hand with something? I hadn't thought of it, but it isn't as if I've got mine full," she says, ever laid back. The goldrider smiles and then shrugs. "Well, I think that once the initial surprise wore off, people pulled themselves together and the leaders did their best to regroup. However, it was that first few seconds that were lethal," she continues as they approach the ever growing walls and the way that leads into the living cavern and the halls. "I'll give you a quick little tour of the places that you'll find important, and then leave you to settle in or we can have something to eat," she comments.
Flashing a smile at Tavrie, Thirry decides, “I’d like to get settled first if you don’t mind - put my things down and know where to go back to when I need to sleep. Then if you have time, a quick tour and a bite to eat would be great, thanks.” Trill seems to have a recognition of this place even though she was just a few days old when she last saw it - perhaps it is the distinct smell, that of dragons and the difference in the quality of the air so far north, and she sits up alertly on Thirry’s shoulder looking around inquisitively, eyes whirling slowly. “When you have chance and if you don’t mind, I would like to meet Nabrimeth some time. I’ve never met a queen before.” Thirry asks almost shyly.
Tavrie laughs again, eyes crinkling slightly with her good humor. She smirks at the taller if younger woman and notes, "Ahh, a gal who knows what she wants. I like that." This said, she hangs back and offers Thirion the chance to enter the weyr first, the doorway leading into a cavernous hall and the sounds of chatter and plates echoing along it. "Perhaps then, you can join us for lunch at my weyr. Might be a good study break for you. I can send someone to bring you up, though it is rather simple to get to and only a flight of stares away. I'd have you for dinner tonight, but I've plans," she offers, wrinkling her nose playfully and fixing Thirry with that mischievous grin again.
Nodding gratefully at the courtesy shown her in entering the weyr first, Thirry steps into the cavernous hall, looking around in recognition of the first time she was there. “Plans, huh?” Thirry chances a quick tease at the junior werywoman and quirks a lopsided smile at her.
Tavrie can't help but break into a broad grin -- the feline that definately ate the avian. She tugs a little note out of her pocket quickly, hefting it for a quick glimpse before burrying it away again. "-Plans-," she confirms, emphasizing the word and giving another quick wrinkle of her nose. "And I can't say that I'm not giddy and silly, so I hope that I'm still able to show some of the dignity due," she admits under her breath and in an aside to the younger girl. "Here, the resident's cavern is just this way. You'll find it is a rather nice dorm and you'll have plenty of privacy. That was always important to me," Tavrie admits, indicating the door. "And luckily for you, the door just there...leads to the stores hallway. The records room is in there. It's posted on the door, you can't miss it," she says.
Eyes widening in surprise at the unexpected confidence shown her when Tavrie flashes her note in front of her and the obvious excitement in her voice and eyes, Thirry grins down at her, “Well, then have an excellent evening!” As the junior goldrider points the direction she is to take, Thirry has an urge to hug Tavrie for her warmhearted and cheerful attitude. “Thanks Tavrie, I’m sure I can find my way now. I’ll see you around tomorrow someplace I’m sure.” And with that Thirry holds out her hand to her in quick farewell before heading toward the indicated door.
Thirion is met by Tavrie as she arrives for her first real assignment for the Harper Hall at High Reaches where she's been sent to investigate the archives-with the help of the residents, in the hopes of finding information pertaining to Crom and threadfall.
Fall is in the air at High Reaches, though it is a pleasant morning and quite comfortable. Lingering in the bowl and pacing expectantly, a small woman with blond hair watches the nearly cloudless blue skies, face a mixture of calm and eager. Heaving a sigh, she continues to pace back and forth, hands clasped behind her back and jacket undone in the cool air.
Coming out of between Thirry gasps in a lungful of cool air, unaware she’d been holding her breath for the full count of between. A sense of exhilaration courses through her as she looks down from the dragon’s back at the tall spires of the seven spindles below her, then her stomach lurches as the large blue swoops down to land in the bowl of High Reaches. As the dust settles a little, she is grateful to see the woman who was described by Master Rodric waiting for her, and waves tentatively in her direction.
From a ledge not far off, and echoing the cries of the dragon on watch, a vibrant trumpeting call welcomes the blue dragon and those riding upon his back. Tavrie turns and tips her head up toward the sky, lifting a hand against Rukbat's stubborn rays and following the progress of the blue until he has landed. With quick strides, she passes over and stands ready to offer Thirion a hand down, should she need it. "Welcome to High Reaches Weyr, Harper, I'm Tavrie, Junior Weyrwoman to gold Nabrimeth. How was the trip?" the blond asks cheerfully, small dimples forming at the corners of her mouth as she grins up at Thirion.
Thirion takes the offered hand, encouraged by the diminutive blonde woman’s warm smile and cheerful greeting. “Thanks. I guess you must be Tavrie?” then without waiting for an answer, slides down the dragon’s side and calls her thanks to the dragon rider and his blue. “Harper Hall’s duties to High Reaches and her queens, I believe is the correct salutation?” Thirry grins as she lands lightly in front of the junior weyr woman.
Tavrie sees the apprentice to her feet and then stands back a pace, hands relaxed at her side. She gives a polite nod and a smile to the bluerider, an unspoken 'thank you' lying there in and a look of appreciation on her face. "Yes, that would be correct. And the 'Reaches duties to Harper Hall," Tavrie offers. "Really, there is little cause to stand on ceremony with me, I may have a title and a job to do here, but I am a rather casual person," she offers, giving a mischievous little wink for emphasis. "So, you're going to be doing a little research I hear?" she queries, wafting a hand in the direction they will need to go in once Thirion has her things and is ready.
Warming to the smaller woman Thirry begins to relax a little and gathers her small clothing bag and hefts her instrument case over her shoulder. Then, turning to follow the direction Tavrie has indicated, she falls into step with her. “Yes, Master Rodric has asked me to fulfill my first away duty since being promoted to Senior Apprentice. But I also suspect its because I enjoy work in our Archive room.” Thirry pulls her jacket closer around her to ward off a vagrant cold breeze then continues, “I believe its important to know which areas of Crom High Reaches is really responsible for, and I’ve been told to look for any old records that could give some information or at least insight into that rather sensitive issue.” Just then gold Trill creeps out from behind Thirry’s hair and chriples inquisitively at Tavrie. “Oh, sorry, Tavrie, this is Trill, she was hatched here almost a turn ago now.” She offers scritching her brow ridges affectionately.
Tavrie is likely easy enough to keep up with, her pace is lively but her stature keeps it manageable. The mention of Crom brings a faint grimace, but this passes quickly and the cheerful goldrider nods. "Well, there is much to learn and to be learned from...what happened," she admits, shrugging in a helpless manner. "The sooner we figure out what happened and where to go from here, the better," the blond notes. She turns to smile amiably at Thirrion and her little companion, eyes lingering for a moment before turning to gauge where she is walking. "Ahh, how lovely. I'm sure she'll find clutchsibs and lots of trouble to get into while you're here. My own pair are likely lazing about in my abandoned bed as we speak. Though they prefer it when I'm there to offer added heat," she says, smirking at the thought.
Dropping her more mature pose for a minute, Thirry grins down from her 5ft.5 height at Tavrie and tells her, “Yes, I know what you mean about them wanting to snuggle in bed with you, except that I also have a fully grown ginger feline called Ben who competes with Trill for bed space, almost squeezing me out!” she laughs. “Maybe here I can get some better sleep as I had to leave Ben back at the Hall with Martha the headwoman, who is also my Aunt.” Then, turning back to more serious issues, she asks solemnly, “Was it very confusing for both High Reaches and Telgar being in the sky over Crom at the same time?”
Tavrie laughs again, the sound merry and bright. She tucks her hair behind her ears as they walk toward the wall of the bowl. "I can only imagine. My bronze and blue are small and yet they feel larger than Nabrimeth when they take over my bed," she commiserates. "I've always loved felines. It would be neat to have one, but not if they're bed hogs as well," she concedes with a little grin. Tavrie shoves her hands in her pockets now, quiet and contemplative. "Well, it wasn't something we had planned for, really. So organizing that many dragons all of a sudden in the same air space....well, R'hin did his best, as did we all," the goldrider offers.
Thirry stops for a moment to hitch up her instrument case that has slid down her shoulder and to ease the weight of her bag in the other hand. She looks at the almost vertical cliffs around her and takes in the grandeur of the weyr in general. Almost distractedly she answers Tavrie, “Thread is bad enough to fight at the best of times I’m told, but when there’s so much confusion and both weyrs feeling they should be in command, its surprising there were so few fatalities. Credit to R’hin - in fact to all of you.”
Tavrie lifts a brow, watching the momentary struggle. "Can I give you a hand with something? I hadn't thought of it, but it isn't as if I've got mine full," she says, ever laid back. The goldrider smiles and then shrugs. "Well, I think that once the initial surprise wore off, people pulled themselves together and the leaders did their best to regroup. However, it was that first few seconds that were lethal," she continues as they approach the ever growing walls and the way that leads into the living cavern and the halls. "I'll give you a quick little tour of the places that you'll find important, and then leave you to settle in or we can have something to eat," she comments.
Flashing a smile at Tavrie, Thirry decides, “I’d like to get settled first if you don’t mind - put my things down and know where to go back to when I need to sleep. Then if you have time, a quick tour and a bite to eat would be great, thanks.” Trill seems to have a recognition of this place even though she was just a few days old when she last saw it - perhaps it is the distinct smell, that of dragons and the difference in the quality of the air so far north, and she sits up alertly on Thirry’s shoulder looking around inquisitively, eyes whirling slowly. “When you have chance and if you don’t mind, I would like to meet Nabrimeth some time. I’ve never met a queen before.” Thirry asks almost shyly.
Tavrie laughs again, eyes crinkling slightly with her good humor. She smirks at the taller if younger woman and notes, "Ahh, a gal who knows what she wants. I like that." This said, she hangs back and offers Thirion the chance to enter the weyr first, the doorway leading into a cavernous hall and the sounds of chatter and plates echoing along it. "Perhaps then, you can join us for lunch at my weyr. Might be a good study break for you. I can send someone to bring you up, though it is rather simple to get to and only a flight of stares away. I'd have you for dinner tonight, but I've plans," she offers, wrinkling her nose playfully and fixing Thirry with that mischievous grin again.
Nodding gratefully at the courtesy shown her in entering the weyr first, Thirry steps into the cavernous hall, looking around in recognition of the first time she was there. “Plans, huh?” Thirry chances a quick tease at the junior werywoman and quirks a lopsided smile at her.
Tavrie can't help but break into a broad grin -- the feline that definately ate the avian. She tugs a little note out of her pocket quickly, hefting it for a quick glimpse before burrying it away again. "-Plans-," she confirms, emphasizing the word and giving another quick wrinkle of her nose. "And I can't say that I'm not giddy and silly, so I hope that I'm still able to show some of the dignity due," she admits under her breath and in an aside to the younger girl. "Here, the resident's cavern is just this way. You'll find it is a rather nice dorm and you'll have plenty of privacy. That was always important to me," Tavrie admits, indicating the door. "And luckily for you, the door just there...leads to the stores hallway. The records room is in there. It's posted on the door, you can't miss it," she says.
Eyes widening in surprise at the unexpected confidence shown her when Tavrie flashes her note in front of her and the obvious excitement in her voice and eyes, Thirry grins down at her, “Well, then have an excellent evening!” As the junior goldrider points the direction she is to take, Thirry has an urge to hug Tavrie for her warmhearted and cheerful attitude. “Thanks Tavrie, I’m sure I can find my way now. I’ll see you around tomorrow someplace I’m sure.” And with that Thirry holds out her hand to her in quick farewell before heading toward the indicated door.