Orchard Path (#4427)

You travel along a freshly resurfaced path through the middle of a large Orchard. You are surrounded on all sides by large trees reaching for the sky, making a large canopied roof over the path. This roof provides welcomed relief from both the hot afternoon sun and the rain. The trees seem to be divided into sections of Orangefruit, Yellowfruit, Greenfruit and Redfruit trees. A newly carved sign is placed just to the side. Carved on the sign is an arrow pointing North with the words Gar Hold' and an arrow pointing South with the words Grinstead Hold'.

It is a summer midmorning.

To the north, you see Djarreth, Briganth, Ivrylth, and one person.

You see Apple bush, Artaq, Ash seedling, and Sunset here.

Obvious exits:

Gar Hold Courtyard Gar Stables Gar Road

Orbit skips, jumps and leaps cheerfully in from the Gar Hold CourtYard.

Teza slinks quietly in from the Gar Hold CourtYard.

Alexander walks in from the Gar Hold CourtYard.

Orbit doesn't pounce... really. "Zid!" He ran by so fast that she couldn't find him? "Get back here!" She even dragged Teza to meet him. Orb... love connection host wannabe? Maybe? Wouldn't they make just a cute couple?

Alexander skids down the orchard path, panting. "Gah, don't do that to me," he chastises breathlessly after his run into the entry hall, then back out into the courtyard and down the path.

Edge blinks in from ::between::!

"/Orb/!" Teza near-whines under her breath, dragged along by the fellow wingrider. When a cute male is spotted, the whining note immediately fades, petulant expression replaced by a smile. "Hello," she offers, voice now all cheer. "Introduce me?" she prods the other greenrider, not-so-subtle.

"Erm... oh! Orb!" A smile spreads across Zidon's face as he recognizes his ex-fellow candidate, raising a hand in a wave. "What're you doing at Gar? Oh, hello," is greeted politely to Teza, the assistant headman bobbing his head courteously.

Orbit just beams, taking a step back to let the nature hormones.. er pheramones do their work. Male + female = lust.. er love... right? "Teza, this is Zidon. If you had left your weyr last search, you'd recognize him.." is teased. Gotta annoy your wingmates, eh? "Zid, this is Teza. Watch her, she'll try and teach ya how to talk right.." Havta continue annoying your old teacher too.

The former student is favored with a mock-glare, Teza placing her hands on her hips as she glares across at Orbit. Once, it was a glare /down/! "I did leave my weyr," she counters, a smirk toying across her lips. "I was busy with other matters at the time. And you never /did/ learn how to speak correctly." Teza's a failure of a teacher. As her eyes turn on Zidon, the faint frown melts away, all that's left her smirk. "Nice to meet you. I'm the rider of green Briganth." Right, can't forget the dragon. Green. Couldn't you guess it?

Thyme sweeps, curls bouncing, in from the Gar Hold CourtYard.

Or female + Zidon = fear? Ah well. Said male sends Teza a smile anyway, trying to ignore Orbit without being too impolite. "Well met, Teza," he greets again, smiling a bit restlessly. Eek. Female pouncers... "So, um, what're you doing at Gar?" is repeated towards Orb, hazeleyes flickering curiously. Not gossiping. right. Just trying to take care of the guests.... right.

Padding gently down the pathway, like the feline slumbering in her arms, Thyme pauses, noticing the crowd. She slows considerably, fearing she walked in on something. Curls are brushed back behind her ear with a daringly freed hand, blue eyes glued to the scene before her, ambling very slowly.

Orbit steps a /bit/ closer to Zidon. Personal boundries? What're those? "Oh, that. We're going to have a big wing party to celebrate the clutching and I just insisted on us getting some of that yummy Gar cider that you kept going on and on about while we were candidates." A pause while Orb takes a breath and shoots Teza a beaming look, "And Teza decided to come along when I told her we'd be visiting you and that you were cute."

"I did /not/," said greenrider insists, hands still on her hips. "I came for the cider." Right, Teza. Much better. "Cute people are just a bonus," she adds, faint smirk growing as she laughs softly. But she really came for the cider. Really! "Now hush, Orb, before I have take away your sweetsticks," she teases impishly, falling back on an old, old threat.

Alexander coughs and discreetly plants himself someplace between Flirty Boy and Flirty Girl. "Oh," he chimes cheerfully, glancing up at Zidon (sober, unlike his *first* meeting) with oh-so-innocent grey eyes. "While they were here, Archellian got Searched. Aren't you happy for him?"

A faint - ok, ok, crimson - blush sneaks its way onto Zidon's cheeks at Orbit's words, and he makes a part chokingm part laughing sound."Um, oh... well, I'm sure you can have some. Of course. And it's good, really, take my word for it!" If they leave quickly, he might even forgive them for snatching away one of his friends. Ahem. "S-so... you're a full rider now?" the assistant headman inquires, with a lack of better conversational topics at the moment. Thyme is noticed and given a smile, and then attention swirls back to Teza as she speaks. Squeak. "You can get cider. Sure." Repeating ourselves? Naw. "'llo, Xander. Erm, sure I am." Sure. Sure.

Thyme perking a little at the word 'search', the young Starcrafter, perches in a tree near the group, after settling fussy cat, but far enough away to not really to eavsdropping. She returns the smile to Zidon, dangling her legs, eye glazed over in though.

Younger greenrider flashes a quick beam around at all in the gathering, Teza getting a mock-pout at the sweetstick threat before the Orbit's attention turns back to Zidon. "Yup, I'm a full rider now. Would you like to go meet Ivrylth? She keeps chattering in my head about wanting to meet you. And while we're there, you can see if you think she's big enough to carry a full barrel of cider back to the weyr, ok?"

Alexander smiles ingratiatingly and nods to Zi. "I know. I thought you'd be.." He turns his back conveniently on the crowd, pausing to pretend to inspect one of the apple bushes but at an angle where he can listen in at the same time. Bushes? "Huh," he says theatrically. "Looks like it could use some watering..and some funny white spots too. If you all aren't too deep in conversation.." Hint hint nudge nudge. He flails around for a watering can.

"Briganth can help your Ivrylth carry it if it's too heavy for her," Teza drawls, hands lifting from her hips to fold 'neath her breasts. An amused smile on lingers on her lips as she glances towards the coutyard, a pair of greens just visible. Zidon is regarded again, this time a little less of the flirt in her eyes. "How heavy do those barrels tend to be, anyway?" Not to heavy for her precious Brigant, surely.

She just insists on getting him to meet various females, doesn't she? Still, Zidon sends Orb a grin and a, "I'd love to. Last time I saw her she was so small still. And I'm sure she can... they can carry a lot, after all," he begins, then shuts up, remembering just who he's talking to. Teach them abour their dragons, why don't you? Numbwit. "Hrm, I am!" the assistant headman insists to Alexander, sending the boy a glare. Of course he is. Hmpf. "Oh, not that heavy, miss," comes the babbling answer to Teza, "I've seen greens carry 'em before..."

Orbit claps her hands together. "Good good. Ivrylth's grown quite a bit since then." More'n a bit, actually. "Shall we?" And with that, greenrider heads to the courtyard. She's got a pushy dragon.

Orbit skips, jumps and leaps cheerfully to the Gar Hold Courtyard.

Alexander walks to the Gar Hold Courtyard.

Gar Hold CourtYard (#4104)

You stand on the porch of Gar Hold. Just inside you can see the elegant, yet simple design of this burgeoning hold. Outside, you have a beautiful view of the hold valley. Large trees line the trail here, creating a nice canopy of shade for the weiry traveller. A couple of paths diverge from the hold to follow their own paths. Each path is set with red brick cobblestone. Flower Beds line the porch creating a nice feeling of returning home. Several rockers, a bench or two, and a swing can be found on the porch, for those who wish to come out and enjoy the beauty of nature.

It is a summer midmorning.

To the south, you see one person.

On the perch are Shadowfax, Erik, and Bruin.

Brown Djarreth, green Briganth, and green Ivrylth are here.

You see a wagonmaster, Rocking Chair, Rizza, Istan Wagon Two, and Drifter here.

Orbit and Alexander are here.

Obvious exits:

Danak's Rabbit Field Fenced Lane Gar Hold Entry Hall Hold Field Gar Stables Orchard Path

Briganth is watching you.

Edge swoops in from the Orchard Path.

Alexander walks to the Orchard Path.

Teza slinks quietly in from the Orchard Path.

Alexander walks in from the Orchard Path.

Mudpup has arrived.

Regarding the pair of greens with a measuring eye, Teza comes to a startling conclusion: "Orb, I think Ivrylth's /bigger/ than Briganth!" Oh, wail. Short rider, short dragon. It fits. "Good things come in small packages." Or something like that.

Tristan walks in.

Huckleberry blinks in from ::between::!

Zidon scurries in after Orbit, just like a well-trained canine, and pauses in a respectful distance to the two greens in question - uh oh, gotta love it when riders get into a fight about who's got the biggest. Dragon, of course. "Um.... I'll just get that keg now, then?" he inquires, edging towards the Hold doors.

Orbit gives a quick beam, stepping forward to give Ivrylth a pat on the shoulder, scritching at an itchy spot. "She's a pretty draggie, she is.." is coo'd, rather like one would coo to a kitten. Orblet is given a snort for her pains, "Zid, this is Ivry. You remember him, doncha Iv?" Lime green must investigate and steps forward, blocking the doors and snuffling toward Zidon. Oooh. Pretty smells?

Alexander pads up from the orchard path, empty watering can in hand. He sets it down on the porch with a clatter and raises his head quickly, startled. Shards, the dragons always scare him no matter how often he sees them there. Even.. a minute ago. "Say," he queries slowly, regaining his composure. "Wouldn't the cider freeze in *between*?" Shows how much he knows.. which isn't much.

Tristan eases into the little group, curiousity -- that Great Killer of Felines -- rampant. Lesse: cider freezing between, and people edging away from others. "Hello," Seems to be the best thing to say in the situation, despite his own bemusement.

Stepping up alongside her dragon, Teza leans over to stage-whispers a single sentance, eyes gleaming impishly over the absinthe neck at Orbit. "You're prettier." Not so /neon/. She rests a fond hand on an outstretched forelimb, nodding slowly at Zidon. "I guess you could get the keg. Need--" Pause, smile. Nevermind she's tiny, she can lift with the best of 'em. "--help?"

"Erm... or I'll wait," Zidon states, more to himself than anyone else really. "H-hello, Ivrylth," he greets timidly, half-raising a hand. Um.... handshake? Or, not... "It hasn't before," the assistant headman replies to Alex, voice dry as he gauges the distance to the doors. Now, if he could just slip under and then..... "I'll - I'll get a couple of the drudges to carry it out," he tells Teza with a slight smile - wouldn't do having 'riders strain their backs at Gar.

Alexander waves jovially toward the new arrival and nods apologetically in acknowledgement. Them crazy Garish. The orange feline in one arm glares icily at said arrival and feline killer, swishing its tail lazily.

Tristan gives Alexander a semi-shy grin. Heard of those Garish. Feline is eyd with lifted brow. "What's with the crittur..?" He whispers.

Briganth's gaze floats about the yard, passing over each of the people walking in with little or no interest. With a little snort at Teza and the other green, she settles herself comfortably and keeps all composure, watching quietly and being perfectly innocent. Or bored. Whatever you like to call it. She appears to take a certain satisfaction in her rider's attention, but it isn't enough to keep her happy long. Slowly, she moves her head and peeks over the yard at the man standing by the door to the Hold quietly.

Ivrylth inches forward, snuffling away. Zid needs to stand still, so she can get a good smell on him. Snuffle snuffle snuffle... she's trying to slurp. Really. Orbit gives Teza a bit of a playful glare, "Ivrylth is /so/ prettier.." Really. Lime is better.

Alexander pats Sushi on the head affectionately. Sushi blinks and squirms, but doesn't.. er.. say anything. Figures. The strong silent type of feline, eh. "Oh.. I just don't think he likes curiosity very much," Alex replies for his pet, oblivious to its annoyance. "You know what they say about it."

Tristan laughs outright. "Uh huh. Which is why I had to be guarded day and night, else I would get into too much mischief.

"I think they're both pretty," Zidon rambles on hastily, sending Ivrylth what's meant to be a smile. Good draggie. Stay. /Good/ draggie. Stay, so your rider can get drunk in Gar cider. Erm. "Orb...it, d'you think, maybe, supposedly, you could make her move so I can get inside?" the assistant headman inquires of the greenrider, a begging note to his voice.

Orbit shakes her head as Ivrylth inches closer, snuffling away. "Uhm.. nope. She doesn't really listen to me too well lately. Especially when it comes to sniffing at folk." A pause. "She says you smell good though.." There's a silver lining to every cloud.

Briganth twists her neck back, glancing almost /menacingly/ at Orbit, though there's a slightly playful manner in which she does it. Huff. Prettier than Brig? As if there /is/ such a thing... Her attention is distracted once again, and she finally feels motivated to move from her spot, inching forward to catch Zi's smell. Sniff. Prodding innocently, she moves up closer to the other green and watches a little more, still pushing forward.

Alexander chuckles quietly, standing to one side. "Yeah, you do smell nice, Zi," he confirms, nodding vigorously. "You smell like roast wherry with a nice coating of marinade sauce.." He places Sushi on the ground gently, who begins sniffing around for said wherry. "Maybe with a tad squeeze of orangefruit juice too.."

He smells good? Well, coming from a dragon who's used to the stench of firestone.... "Uh, thanks," Zidon says, not able to prevent hiself from chuckling a little. It dies, though, as Briganth moves closer. Why him, why /him/, always caught between two... dragons? "Eh, so, how many kegs did you need? One or two?" Squeak. Yep, definitely a squeak in there, as he edges closer still to the Hold doors. Oh look at those steps. One more step back and he'll..... yes, fall. With a slightly surprised look, the assistant headman goes *splat* and sits on the steps. "Um... ouch."

Teza flutters the fingers of her free hand at Briganth, the other resting on the top edge of a sharp claw. "Briganth isn't as--" Why, how to phrase it? "--loud. She's subtle." Just like her rider /isn't/. Offering a bright, cheery smile, the greenrider tips her head at her dragon, watching curiously. "She says you smell--nice, " Teza offers, pausing to quote the words used by the green.

Alexander groans inwardly. "Oooh boy. Here we go again." He shrugs indifferently and winks to the lonely and ignored Tristan.. aww. "'Howbout we go inside and get some drudges to fetch that keg?" he asks with a ..sardonic(?) smirk on his face. "So Zidon here can get nice and chummy with his new dragon friends. Maybe aromatherapy.."

Orbit harumphs over at Teza, ignoring Zid and Ivrylth for a moment (doesn't that action just scream mistake?), "At least you can see Ivrylth when she's flying next to a cloud.." is called over to the other rider, teasingly. Ivrylth, while being ignored, takes the chance to inch very very close to Zid and sniff and snuff all over him. He.. smells good?

Tristan laughs softly. "Indeed," he smirks. "Lest the poor man die of dehydration?"

Aztek winks in from ::between::, a harsh sun of bronze spreading below him.

Alexander whistles innocently and turns his back on Zidon to place his attentions on Tristan. "Actually, I doubt the dragons will let that happen. They don't like their meat dry, so I've heard," he improvises, being an ignoramus concerning dragon diet. They could eat tofu for all he knows. "I'm sure Zi would smell much better basted.." He brushes invisible dust off his shirt fastidously. "But that's just my humble opinion, of course."

"You can't even miss her on a full midnight, with no moons," Teza retorts with a soft chuckle. "She gleams. She /glows/." Even when she's /not/ proddy. This greenrider also turns her attention away from her sniffing dragon, who is more interested in 'nice smells' than flattery--for the moment. "Briganth is more like a forest, cool and shady and soft and subtle."

"Or/bit/!" That squeaking must come from Zidon, who leans back to lay almost straight on his back. Save me! Ahem. "Alex, shut up and get them some cider!" the assistant headman hisses, sending the boy and Tristan semi-evil glares. Laugh while he's in pain, why doncha? Hrmpf.

Tristan grins. "maybe they like slightly agitated meat?" he eyes Zidon, sidelong. "Nice flavoring, you know."

Briganth's attentions are all focused on Zi as well as she prods at the man a little more, sniffing and smelling forcefully as she breaks away from Teza. Despite all the wonderful things being said about her, there doesn't seem to be anything that can keep her away from Zi. With a nudge and a couple of interested stares, she keeps up that sniffing more eagerly.

Orbit arches an eyebrow, peering over at Zidon, momentarily distracted by her 'argument' with Teza. "Oh.. Ivrylth says she'll back off if you come back with us to the weyr. She wants you to stand again. Otherwise she's going to hover until you agree to come." With that information passed on, greenrider turns back to Teza, "Yeah, well.. Ivry likes being bright." And Orblet doesn't. At all. It's why she's wearing bright purple leathers.

Teza's leathers are more along the lines of a deep wine, so the rider and dragon both claim the not-bright path here. "Yeah, well--some feel the need to flaunt it," the greenrider says lightly, affecting a disinterested air over her smirk. Briganth's snuffling does not go unnoticed, and Teza seconds the other rider, shifting subjects easily. "Briganth wouldn't mind if you came back with us, either. I wouldn't mind getting to know some of Orb's--" Yeah, it'll always be just Orb for her. "--other friends." Right. Get to know.

Blink. "Wha... /what/?" Zidon sends Orb a row of incredous stares, trying to squirm around Ivrylth's head and Briganth's..... whatever she has within his reach. "/Again/? But..." he can't have her hovering all day though, can he? Of course, with scary females like Teza and Orb..... then again, their greens are scarier. Definitely. So naturally, the assistant headman answers: "Ok, I will, then."

Alexander smiles charmingly and gestures to Tristan. "All right, all right, I'll get the cider.. shall we?" he asks with a flourish, then halts midway up the stairs as he notices Zidon being.. Searched? Invited to the Weyr. "Shards, Zi!" he exclaims, edging closer to get in a sniff himself. "What sort of sweetsand do you *use*?"

Tristan snorts wryly. "Wherry scent?" Impishly, he dimples at Zidon. "They were mightily interested."

Orbit is scary? Giving a bit of a shrug, she gestures to Ivrylth. "Up then. We'll come back for the cider, Ivry's insisting that we go now. For some reason she's got it into her head that you'll run off if we leave you alone for even one second." Go figure. And with that, Orblet strides over and hops up and onto her dragon.

Orbit scrambles up to settle herself between brightly lime neckridges.

Alexander grins and high fives Tristan before hop-skipping over near the bright lime green. Dragon, that is. "Hey!" he calls over to the Zi in the sky...well, not yet, but soon to be if he's lucky. "Congratulations! And give my regards to Arc when ya see him, okay?"

"O-okay," Zidon answers to both Orb and Alexander, looking just /slightly/ confused - and scared, yes - as he makes his way towards Ivrylth. 'Least she isn't bronze..... meep.

Up you go, settling between lime neckridges.

Ivrylth (#900) [Gar Hold CourtYard (#4104)]

Setting alite draconic form, startling green's sizzling glimmer vibrantly sears from tail to tip, nearly lewd in it's radiant audacity. Lime's brilliant luster works with a captivating charisma to bathe her supple hide with sultry, enchanting shimmers. Svelte, lithe curves are tickled with perfection's kiss as lifeblood's verve comes alive at the aristocratic lines of her tapered muzzle. The crescendo of her fine eyeridges -- glanced by twilight's violet shadow -- is eclipsed by the undeniably breathless citrus over elegant ridges and sinuous spade-tipped tail. The exotic limning of liquid amethyst, dilute with a tropic's rain, collects along her pinions' leading edges to stream back in wind-drawn rivulets along the line of sails' delicate spars.

Bright bubble-gum purple straps criss-cross over Ivrylth's hide, accenting bright lime even as delicate looking magenta stiches accentuate the increadible purple that makes up these straps. Buckles of brightly polished silver gleam out at carefully placed intervals along the brightness, cool metal contrasting sharply with the eye burning purple that colors the straps.

Settled onto Ivrylth's neck is Orbit.

Ivrylth seems to be listening.

Teza, scary? It's been said before--wonder why. A bright smile is turned on Zidon as he agrees to come, an unspoken 'Oh, goody,' evident in her gaze. The gloves earlier removed are slipped back on with a sigh. "We just got here, too," she complains lightly, lazy to the end as she remounts Briganth.

Teza clambers up Briganth's neck and settles in between two neckridges.

Briganth shuffles back, gazing at Zidon with satisfaction. Her tail swinging slightly, she returns to Teza and nudges her gently with her head. Her expression is quite contented as she glances back at Zi, and holds still for her rider to mount.

Orbit gives Ivrylth a pat on the shoulder, "/Alright/, we're going Ivry hon." Giving the rest of the courtyard a quick wave, she grins at Zid. "Hold on tight," is said before Ivrylth leaps up and into the air.

You take off.

Above Gar

You soar high above the grassy plains of Gar. From here you can see the hold itself, nestled in the outcrop of a cliff face, and vast fields of farmland and grazing lands. Herds of animals roam the fields, under the watchful eye of Gar herders.

It is a summer midmorning.

In the courtyard below, you see Djarreth, Briganth, and two people.

Obvious exits:

Courtyard Central Ista Orchard Crossroads

Ivrylth blinks ::Between:: in a starburst of sparkling lime laced with amethyst, her tail giving a kittenish flick of fairwell.

:::BETWEEN!:::

You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::... absolute darkness surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you... you wait, and count...

Black...

Blacker...

Blackest...

Sky High Over Northeastern Bowl

You're flying nearly level with the Weyr's towering pinnacles, at this height. Far below you can see the Weyrling training grounds, and the waterfall pool. Numerous ledges line the Weyr wall here. And above you to the north are the Weyr's Star Stones and watchrider's post.

It is a summer midmorning.

Obvious exits:

Star Stones Southwest Forest Pools Ledges

Ivrylth blinks in from ::Between:: with a starburst of sparkling lime laced with amethyst, her tail giving a kittenish flick of greeting.

You spiral downward.

Sky Over Northeastern Bowl

It is quieter here, usually... except when there's a new class of weyrlings training, and then you'd best watch your wing, as the youngsters may often be flying about, or training on the weyrling training grounds below. To the north, a manmade waterfall sheets down the north wall of the bowl, tumbling into a small pool at the base of the cliff. From here, though, the pool is hidden behind a cloud of mist. Weyrlings like to bathe in the pool, before they are old enough to go to the beaches below the Weyr plateau.

It is a summer midmorning.

Obvious exits:

Down Central Bowl Ledges

You glide southwest.

Sky over Central Bowl

Ista heat breeds whirling, swirling, dragon-tossing thermals that send you up over the bowl and off towards the east. Here, beneath the towering pinnacles of the Weyr's jagged rim, ledges dot the cliffside and tier down to the hatching grounds to southeast just beyond queen's weyrs and living cavern, and to the northeast the weyrling barracks and training ground are made of hard pounded earth and ash-pits

It is a summer midmorning.

Gliding around is Wyrre.

Obvious exits:

Down Northeastern Bowl Southeastern Bowl Plateau Ledges

You fly southeast across the bowl.

Sky Over Southeastern Bowl

The jagged peaks of the Weyr's exploded caldera shelters dragons aflight from errant sea breezes, but the salty scent of ocean water pervades all. Weyr entrances pockmark the weathered black rock, sometimes allowing a glimpse of bright dragons on their ledges, and to the northwest, a large portion of the volcanic wall seems to have exploded outward in a trapezoidal wedge, allowing tradewinds to blow crookedly against the inner walls. Perhaps it explains the density of weyrs here in the more sheltered, southeastern portion of the broken bowl. They cluster above the living cavern and other public areas, whereas elsewhere the weyrs seem more isolated and evenly spaced. The five fingers of Ista Weyr block any progress seaward, but dragons sometimes slip between the peaks, nimble and delicate against the upthrust rock.

It is a summer midmorning.

Below, you see Morath, Cherenth, Sevareth, and Euphrath.

Gliding around is Laddy.

Obvious exits:

Down Hatching Grounds Central Bowl Ledges Weyrleader's Landing Up

You spiral down for a landing in the bowl.

Southeastern Bowl

This area of the bowl is the highest point of the bowl floor; from here, it slopes down and to the northwest, spilling out to the plateau below the wide gap in the Weyr rim to the west. Various tunnels here lead into the Weyr's inner caverns; the living caverns, hatching grounds, and main Weyr tunnel all branch off from here. To the west lie the stables where the Weyr's runners are housed. There is also a stone stairway that leads up to the Weyrleader's weyrs.

It is a summer midmorning.

Perched on rocky crags about the bowl are Etera, Pookah, and Sugarsugar.

Brown Morath, blue Cherenth, brown Sevareth, and green Euphrath are here.

Obvious exits:

Hatching Cavern Central Bowl Weyr Tunnel Living Caverns

Orbit slides down Ivrylth's side with a bit of help from a lime hued forlimb.

Slip, slide, swoosh, down Ivrylth's side you go.

Living Cavern (#4190)

The smooth, rounded walls of the vast living cavern sweep upward from an oval base, two dragonlengths long and one wide, large enough to seat every member of the Weyr at mealtimes. The soft blackness of the lava which forms these caverns swallows glowlight, so shelves for glowbaskets abound, dotting the walls every three or four paces and casting gentle greenish light up toward the sparkles of gold volcanic glass embedded in the ceiling. Ancient lustrous tables run along the long axis of the cavern, and at the far end is the raised dais and high table, where the Weyrleaders and their honored guests eat during formal occasions. Behind the high table, the Weyr's symbol is chiseled into the stone: a smoking mountain in black, on an orange shield, trimmed in gold.

Perched near the food are twenty-four firelizards.

You see Ale Cabinet, Moufles, Sketch, Sea-food Pasta Bowl, Fish Pastry Pocket, What's for Dinner, Charred Thread Salad, Peanut Soup, Snow, Calandra, and Fish Cookies here.

Archellian is here.

Obvious exits:

Northeast Caverns Kitchens Bowl Southern Caverns

South Caverns (#7009)

Caverns continue to twist and tangle into a labyrinth of ancient tunnels: from high, soaring, vaulted roofs to nothing more than crawl-space at times the weyr extends deep into the mountain. Most of the walls are the smooth and glossy obsidian of ancient volcanoes, dark but for the fickle light of green-tinted glows. The floor is likewise worn by feet and time to run smooth and unbroken off to the main caverns to the north, or into the dorms and barracks in the opposite direction.

Peeking at you from a ledge up high is Fussy.

You see Nappa here.

Jarrilen and Falren are here.

Obvious exits:

Crafters' Area Living Caverns Corridor Candidate Barracks Dorms

Candidate's Barracks (#1942)

Long and low, this large room angles back into the mountain in a near-perfect rectangle, devoid of windows and hearth. A functional room -- all black volcanic rock and simple earthen tapestries, there is nothing but stark simplicity in the seemingly endless rows of cots that scatter back into the shadows. A small clothespress sits at the end of each puce-covered bed -- yes, puce. Every cot sports a rather gaudy and obnoxiously purple cotton coverlet, leftovers from PranksPast. Boys to the right, girls to the left. Enjoy.

Hanging out on a long wooden shelf on the wall are twelve firelizards.

You see Kiiran's Cot, Kiy's Flaunt Shack, Arc's Cot, and Inya's Cot here.

You notice Kiiran and Kiylan asleep here.

Ainyan is here.

Obvious exits:

Caverns

Candidate's Barracks is your new home.