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The following is a log of roleplay from SouCon MUSH (soucon.godlike.com 4201). The world of Pern is copyright Anne McCaffrey. The dragonriders of Pern is a registered trademark.
Tinneth is creeling slightly, though he has no visible injuries aside from crackdust coating.
Joslyn looks back at Jeuneth a moment, then Onshana and Shereth, and then nods firmly. "I told Marila'n Mikar and Zanah I'd go back for 'em. They got there 'fore the rest of the groundcrew. Prob'ly exhausted," she explains to no one in particular. A last, winced glance settes on the green and her lifemate before she mounts up and heads off.
You approach Jeuneth just as the Queen crouches for you, one foreleg bent to allow you an easier mount.
You fly toward the sky over Southern Weyr.
You fly toward the sky over White Sands Lake.
You wing over to the area above Southern Hold.
You select a spot to land, then settle to the ground.
** Marila waves to Jeuneth and Josllyn, "How are they?"
** Zanah starts checking out her flamethrower as she readies to finish up, "This is the edge of the hold, I think we're about done." Then she looks up, "Yeah, we must be. Here's Jeuneth."
** Jeuneth spirals down to a landing, tucking her wings along her sides after stirring up a gusty, dusty breeze. From her back, Joslyn waves her cane toward those on the ground and calls, "Marila and Zanah'n Mikar!"** Mikar looks up as well and nods as the gold lands. "Must be," he agrees.
** Zanah begins to head over to Jeuneth, meeting up with Mikar on the way, "How many burrows did you guys find?" she asks.** Marila groans as she drags this thing, "And I thought those gourds were heavy, by the way we got more."
** Mikar shrugs and looks at his partner. "One little one," he replies, looking back at Zanah. "It hadn't had a chance to get far."
** Jeuneth pads over toward the groundcrew at Joslyn's urgings, bring the goldrider within earshot of the Lord Holder. "I hope all went well!" the girl calls as she gathers up the straps for her passengers and tosses them over the Queen's flanks.
** Marila nods as she takes her sooty self to the dragon, "Peachy."
** Zanah nods, "the same for us. We managed to have it burnt out pretty quickly. Hey there joslyn, and Jeuneth."
Marila steps up to the thoughtfully extended foreleg of Jeuneth, the Queen and her lifemate assisting as Marila settles between two neckridges.
** Mikar makes his way to Jeuneth, probably a little slower than strictly necessary.
Joslyn helps Marila up and hands a strap back to her, pointing to her belt before she leans down to assist whoever shows up next. "Mikar, precious, you could put a move on," with a sticky-sweet smile.
** Garant waves to the weyrwoman, "Very well indeed."
** Garant says "My duty to the ever-vigilant Weyr."
** Mikar beetles his eyebrows and looks up at Joslyn from under them as he approaches. "Yes, ma'am," he sighs, hitching up his flamethrower yet again, in preparation for climbing up.
Joslyn returns, at a volume to carry as far as the Lord Holder and then some (sorry, Marila), "And the Weyr's duties to the Hold that supports her. We'll leave a few folks around here to make sure none of the burrows have been missed." /Brief/ pause. "Ma'am?" She hrms and helps haul Mikar up to the Queen's back.
** Zanah organises her flamethrower for mounting and waves to Garant, "Our pleasure."
Mikar steps up to the thoughtfully extended foreleg of Jeuneth, the Queen and her lifemate assisting as Mikar settles between two neckridges.
** Garant nods his thanks to Joslyn.
Mikar winces as he hauls himself up with Joslyn's help. His flamethrower bangs against his back, half-sprawling him on Jeuneth as he grabs for the nearest strap. "Oof."
** Zanah lines up behind Mikar, getting to ride in the back, this time.
** Jeuneth swings her head around to regard the boy and his clumsy mount. She sniffs at his leg, distastefully, and then looks back to nudge Zanah up, along with the strap and Joslyn's helpfully offered hand.Marila mutters something about Jeuneth being wider than Muinyth.
Zanah steps up to the thoughtfully extended foreleg of Jeuneth, the Queen and her lifemate assisting as Zanah settles between two neckridges.Joslyn grins over her shoulder at Marila - a very proud, almost smug expression - as she nods. "She's wider'n most," she agrees, then hands a strap and buckle to Zanah. "Everyone all fastened in, then?" she asks.
Mikar buckles himself in, ignoring the gold's attention. "Watch the leg," he mutters to Zanah as she seats herself behind him.
Zanah grumbles, "I'm juggling a tank back here. I'm trying!" as she gets herself strapped in.
Marila nods to Joslyn, "Strapped down and ready to go."
Joslyn tugs on each and every strap, just hard enough to jerk the belts they're attached to. With a satisfied nod, she says, "Good. Hold on, then." Clutching the neckridge before her, the goldrider braces herself just as the queen springs into the air with a powerful downstroke.
You lift yourself up into the free spaces above the ground.
You wing over to the airspace above the weyr.
You soar to the sky over the Landing Field.
You fly toward the broad Landing Field below.
** Nerian finds a bucket of water and splashes some on her face, which causes Tinneth to tone it down a bit.
** The Dragonhealer taking care of Shereth steps away. He moves to talk to Onshana. "She'll be fine. It's a good scoring and she be out of action for awhile til it heals." Onshana nods a bit, but winces as the action stretches a scored bit on her neck.
Mikar looks down at the ground with a weary expression that he quickly wipes from his face as soon as he realizes it's there.
** Jeuneth alights someplace out of the way, laden with her lifemate and three passengers - Mikar, Marila, and Zanah for those looking. Joslyn unbuckles her straps and then turns back to see to the others, saying, "If you hop to her foreleg first, it helps."
Marila slides down to Jeuneth's foreleg as the gold crouches lower to assist Marila's dismount.
Mikar waits for Marila, then- carefully- climbs down himself.
Mikar slides down to Jeuneth's foreleg as the gold crouches lower to assist Mikar's dismount.
** Ceruth lumbers over from the Northeastern weyrs.
** N'all walks over from the Northeastern weyrs.
** Shadara hmmms a bit, "I'll need to let N'all know about Onshana's injury." she says as she flexes her arms once the numbweed starts working on her bruises, "And speak of the man and he shall arrive."
** N'all comes walking over; face still covered in soot, "Tell me what?" With him are a few of Firedance riders that he flew Fall with. They disperse to start the war stories as N'all looks expectantly at Shadara.
** Mikar fusses with the flamethrower he carries a moment before carrying it with a barely-concealed limp, toward the racks.** K'laarn makes his way back to Nerian and eyes Tinneth once more before asking, "Nerien, f he's alright, why is he making that noise?" He wonders.
** Nerian finishes rinsing her face and rejoins Tinneth. The blue is much calmer now, only letting out an occasional whimper. Neri is a bit flushed with some singing near her temple.
** Shadara points to Shereth and Onshana, "Shana and Shereth got scored in the last bit of fall, and I'm not going to be able to fly any more falls, I'm getting to big to get on Saith."
** Onshana seems relieved as numbweed is slathered on her badly scored back and neck. She relaxes some. "Your out of action too rider." The healer informs her. "For much longer then your dragon would."
Zanah slides down to Jeuneth's foreleg as the gold crouches lower to assist Zanah's dismount.
** Marila lands neatly as she slides off she tilts her head as she watches the area.
Joslyn arranges the straps her passengers were using before she likewise dismounts, leaning back against her lifemate with her poor foot tilted up and her back resting against a golden flank. "Whatamess."** K'laarn looks more closely at Nerien and then scowls. "Thats not just soot is it?" He asks with suspicion. Apparently he didn't notice anything bad the first look over.
Deftly, you lower yourself to Jeuneth's bent foreleg, pausing a moment as your lifemate crouches to allow you easier access to the ground.
N'all nods to Shadara and moves over to Onshana, his face still unrinsed as he checks on his assistants and 'lings, he looks at Onshana, "I guess it's good with the new class going to be starting soon we won't need you to be able to ride." It .could. be concern tinged in his voice; and it probably is. Just get him to admit it.
Shadara hrms a bit nd directs the healer tending her bruised arms over to Nerian, "She needs some help."
Nerian shakes her head. "But it's not bad."
K'laarn shakes his head. "No nonsense now. I'll tend to it myself if I have to." He turns and scans for an unoccupied healer.
Onshana winces a bit as she straightens. "Sorry...I just didn't see it as we were helping some of the Weyrlings out." She sighs a bit.
Nerian mutters something to Tinneth, who just snorts.
Mikar racks his flamethrower with the rest needing checking and re-fueling before seating himself with a tired exhalation on the ground nearby. He simply watches the post-Fall near-chaos, knees drawn up to his chest.
K'laarn grins hugely and says "S'what I thought. You gonna sit still Nerian so that injury can be cleaned and salved?" He queries.
N'all passes an appraising eye over Onshana's score, "Very impressive. Almost as bad as an unblooded weyrling would get. It will leave a nice scar." He nods and offers a smile, "I would have done the same. Just next time, keep more of your wits about you." He actually winks and heads over to a weyrling whom he gives a clout upside on the head and starts "educating" him on how necessary it is to keep his head about him and how lucky he was that his fool stunt didn't get him killed.
Marila places up her tank and then drops into a patch of grass.
Joslyn hobbles right over there toward N'all and that weyrling and frowns. "If you beat him about the ears, you're only gonna make his head worse, y'know," she remarks. And then hurries on to check the state of the returned flamethrowers real quick-like.
Onshana assures N'all next time she will keep her wits... She does have them right?Mikar looks sideways at Marila with what might be a faintly sympathetic- or at least empathetic espression. He stretches his own legs out in front of him and leans back.
N'all says after Joslyn, "Didn't hurt you too much." Of course, he never clouted her, not physically anyway. He dismisses the weyrling who scampers off towards the barracks, lifemate quickly in tow.
C'al watches all quietly, shaking his head, "Not our greatest fall."
Nerian says "not the worst by far, though."
"Oh, yeah?" is Joslyn's comment toward the Weyrlingmaster. "Maybe I'd be all smart'n responsible if you didn't torment me so," she says, smirking to herself as she checks over hoses and nozzles and such.
N'all nods, and looks fairly content, if he ever does, "Didn't lose one weyrling." He watches at the departing pair, "Not for lack of trying."
K'laarn shrugs and says simply, "Humour me." A Healer is finally spoted -- albiet a simple apprentice or helper, and he waves that person over. The Healer brings with them the items of the trade, beelining on K'laarn and Nerian.
N'all favors Josy with a rare grin, "You turned out all right. I had to see what you were made of."
Nerian submits to the cleaning and numbweeding, and Tinneth lets out a happy sigh when all is said and done.
C'al nods, "No, not the worst. We all survived."
Marila rakes her hands through her hair and sighs.
C'al looks voer at Marila curiously at the sigh.
N'all finally rinses his face after making sure all the people under his care are accounted for and being taken care of. He might be an ogre, but somewhere in that seeming cold self of his; he cares. As he walks past Josy he attempts a playful clap on the shoulder.
Joslyn decides the flamethrowers nearest her are all in good repair and moves on to the next batch, looking over the tanks and the hoses and the gauges and what-not. The clap sends her glancing up and she returns grin for grin: "Made of cookies and spite, sir." Pause. "Only that one weyrling hurt, then?"
Mikar pulls his feet out of the way as N'all passes by. He, too, gives Marila a mildly curious look when she sighs. "What?" he asks, not terribly gracious.
The healer taking care of Onshana begins to lead her away. "It's to the infirmary with you..A nice glass of juice lased with fellis..and to bed." Onshana opebns her mouth to protest, but is stopped by an upraised finger. "No arguing. March."
N'all nods, "His pride more than his leg, thank Faranth. But he'll not make a similar mistake again. You handled yourself well, today."
Marila closes her eyes and just stays that way.
Mikar shrugs.
N'all sticks his whole head into the rinsing barrel; pulling it out and flinging his head backward sending a cascade of water from his runner tail straight backwards towards some poor sod who really didn't want to get wet. . .
Joslyn mms and nods thoughtfully. "Pity, really. Pride takes lots longer to heal than legs." She brushes her hands off, then, and makes a face at N'all. "I had th'easy part, Weyrlingmaster. Just runnin' folks back and forth." She brushes herself off again as N'all successfully showers her. Time to find someone else to pester, obviously.
N'all chuckles at Joslyn, seems flying a fall actually lifted his spirits, "Don't be gettin' all formal on me, weyrwoman, or I'll have you back in the stables." He winks.
Mikar flinches as he narrowly misses catching some of the water which sprays Joslyn, but he seems completely disinclined toward moving.
K'laarn looks pleased that Nerian's submited to the healing and even says "See, much better, no more pain and a happier Tinneth." He looks relieved as well. "And Rnayth's happier too." He confides to the young woman.
As she works her way around to this pile or that, Joslyn calls back, "Force o'habit, Weyrlingmaster." She grins at the stable-comment, absently gathering up a few empty bags and stuffing one into the other, leaving N'all to his weyrlings. Always time to irritate him later, after all.
Shadara chuckles and sighs as she rests her bruised arms, 'I'm off to sleep, I will see the rest of you after my nap.
N'all nods to Shadara, "Rest well. I'll go tuck the kids in."
Shadara chuckles and nods, 'No more catching bags of Stone for a while." she says as she and Saith head off to get clean and then rest.
Nerian nods and yawns. "And he still needs a bath."
N'all grins at Shadara, "I'll catch your share."
N'all yawns, and makes his way towards the weyrling barracks. Ceruth, on the other hand, hangs back to catch up on. . .events.
Shadara heads northeast, into the Northeastern Weyr Clearing.
Saith heads northeast, into the Northeastern Weyr Clearing.
N'all walks toward the lakeside meadow.
Onshana strides over to the Weyrhall.
K'laarn strides over to the Weyrhall.
C'al watches the area clear and sighs, stretching, "Actually, a bath sounds wonderful. I hate the smell of firestone."
Things are put away and people disperse and, as the last of the firestone bags are gathered up and handed off, Joslyn /finally/ stops hobbling around all busy-like. She utters an actual "Whew," wipes her brow, and then looks around. Idly, finally.
Mikar looks all about him and finding that the crowd has thinned and no one seems to be watching, he clambers akwardly to his feet and limps slowly in the direction of the stables.
Nerian gives her dragon a gentle scritch.
Nerian pushes through some bushes off to the northwest.
Marila leans up her elbows wearily.
C'al looks about, "Anyone else care to join me for a swim to wash off the stench?"Marila blinks.
Mikar shakes his head as he passes by. "Can't," he mutters.
Joslyn smells of her arm a moment, sniffsniffing before she shrugs and hobbles over beside the bronzerider. "I'm game," she agrees, her eyes following after Mikar and his monosyllabic reply. She asks, naturally, "Howcome?"
Mikar frowns and replies rather shortly, "Stitches."
"Oh, yeah?" Joslyn asks, her interest instantly piqued. "C'I see?" she asks, regardless of how rude it might be or where those stitches may be located. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
C'al rolls his eyes, ".JOSY."
Marila stands lightly and moves.
Marila walks toward the lakeside meadow.
Mikar snorts but obligingly pulls up his trouser leg, revealing a semi-circular green and purple bruise that surrounds six stiches in a split in his skin. Two stiches at one end have pulled and the split has bled just a little.Joslyn shrugs at C'al and his eyeroll; she can't help herself. Her attention directs itself promptly at Mikar's injury, and she bends a bit to get a good, gruesome view. "Oh, that's a nice one. What'd you do to yourself?" she asks, pointing with the end of her cane to the duo of stitches.
Mikar looks carefully at the indicated stitches. "Pulled 'em," he replies, carelessly. "Stumbled over something while I was paying more attention to the sky than the ground."
"No, no," and Joslyn shakes her head quickly, straightening up as she speaks. "I mean, what'd you do to yourself in the first place - to get the bruise and the stitches and stuff."
Mikar ohs, and shrugs. "Kicked by a runner." He fingers the scar on his chin and then drops his hand. "Didn't break anything, at least."
A personal note has been stored in your mailbox.
Joslyn hrms at that, scratching her temple thoughtfully before she drops down to the ground. "Well, maybe you oughta stay out of the way of runners' rear-ends, huh?" she comments with a grin, already unwinding the gauze about her foot.
Mikar shakes his head with a faint, humorless smile. "Hard to avoid."
C'al rolls his eyes again, "I'll meet you at the lake, love. I've no need to see this again.
"Duck," is Joslyn's sage advice. No, she does not know the first thing about runners and will readily admit as much if asked. The gauze comes off neatly and she looks up at C'al, smirking. "You've just gotta weak stomach. 'Sides, it looks lots better now."
C'al says "Sure." He heads toward the beach, "See you soon, dearheart."
Mikar bends over to look curously at Joslyn's foot.
C'al walks toward the lakeside meadow.
Joslyn glances after C'al, with a grin. "Bronzeriders're such babies sometimes." Then she looks up at Mikar and shows him her left foot... proudly. It's a mess, of course. The baby toe is missing, cut off cleanly with a stitch or two there. Then there's the jagged seam that bisects the top of her foot, mirrored on the underside when she lifts it up for the viewing, too. Most of the purple has faded, so it's just kind of yellow and all-around gross.
Joslyn really is proud of that missing toe. She points it out just in case it's been overlooked. "Telinda gave me a crossbow and I shot myself with it," she replies readily, rolling her gauze up neatly prior to rebandaging her foot.
Mikar blinks. "What'd you do that for?" he demands.
Rewrapping her foot, Joslyn shrugs up one shoulder and then pats the bandages back into place. "I didn't mean to. C'al - " It's his fault. Really. " - put a bolt in it for me but didn't show me how t'shoot it 'cause he didn't know. I figured it out accidentally." Obviously.
Mikar winces. "Must have hurt a lot," he concludes admiringly. "I was too small to knock one when I left home, so I didn't do any of the hunting."
Joslyn shrugs, oh-so-bravely, and pulls herself up with the aid of her cane and brushes her rear end off. "Hurt a little bit, I guess. Dunno. Couldn't feel it at first and then th'fellis, so." She shrugs again, and then asks, just a little bit eagerly, "D'you know how to use one, then? A crossbow, I mean?"
Mikar nods slowly. "A little- I'm not very good at it though," he admits honestly though reluctantly.
Joslyn ohs. Sadly. "Well, when Telinda decides t'teach me, you could come and watch and maybe learn, too," she offers, typically plucky despite her disappointment. She'll learn someday, dagnabbit.
*** END LOG ***