A Trip To Ista Hold Ends In Disaster

07/11/2001
Logfile from Hannah-HT

Dhiammarath (#2000) [Landing Overlook (#2135)]

The absolute whitest of gold envelops her head entirely, glittering with a frosty iridescence and accentuated by eyeridges of a slightly warmer gold, highlighting her multifaceted, gemlike eyes that seem alight from deep within. Skeins of muted and mixed colors, like the dust of finest rare crystals, travel the length of her long and gracefully curved neck and its ridges. Delicate shades of pearl, sapphire, vermilion, and jade mellow, and swirl to combine and become one, luminescing as they travel down well-proportioned body. As they mix together they reflect and ripple with the glow of the first sun of a frosty winter dawn and spread outward, their shine radiating onto her wingspan and combining with striations of sunset gold. Sunlight color reaches out over wingsails to overlay the crystal line shine at wings' edges, spars, and tips. Her bulk belies her graceful nature as it gives way to a tail kissed with the same radiant sheen as her body and neck, until it fades at the very tip of the fork to the lightest, honeyed gold.

Snow white leather weaves itself through the series of silver buckles and awl punched holes. The leathers wrap around the fourth and fifth neckridges with a shiny silver buckle that is set right in the center of her white-gold neck. A single stone of each jewel — jade, ruby, and sapphire — flank each side of the shiny silver buckle, for an overall total of six stones. This gives the straps a glitterly appearance when the pair are in the air. Pure, white fleece peeks out from beneath the pure white leathers that set off the gold's pale hide. The single loop of leather for the rider's strap is of the same pale shade of white with a slight addition of honey-gold dye, while passenger loops are the same snow white, but with striations of the deepest sapphire.

Dhiammarath seems to be listening.

Landing Overlook (#2135)

This wide stone landing leads to the individual weyrs of Ista's Queens and Weyrleader. The ledge is big enough to hold a dozen dragons easily. The stone has been worn smooth near the edge from countless turns of dragons landing…

It is a spring afternoon.

To the southeast, you see Quarith.

Above, you see Berwynth and Sejith.

Gliding about is Flick.

Gold Serath, bronze Mnedzanth, and gold Dhiammarath are here.

Obvious exits:

Council Room Bowl Weyrs Rooms

Hannah is atop Dhiammarath, oiling the last headknob so that the gold gleams like a white-gold treasure. "Saria," she calls down, careful not to smudge the oiling, "Dhiammarath and I are ready and cleaned up." Even her hair is damp.

Saria exits her Weyr, followed by a freshly-oiled Quarith, who makes ready for her rider to mount as she carefully waits, afraid of raising too much dust. Weyrwoman's hair is freshly washed, and is still wet, although with it braided to her head one fortunately can't distinguish that fact. "Are you.." she starts, then hears the Junior's words from above. "Excellent," she says, "Quarith and I are ready to go as well." Slipping on her riding gloves, she carefully checks over her straps and leathers - also freshly oiled. She will spare no effort in making a good impression on Charis, and is pleased at Hannah's work.

Saria uses Quarith's foreleg as a step and grabs the riding straps, swinging herself smoothly into place between two honey gold neckridges.

Hannah smiles, as her own appearance is immaculate and while she may never be beautiful, she has tried to make herself comely. "I am excited to be meeting the Lady Holder as junior weyrwoman," the girl admits while fastening herself securely into the straps.

From Quarith's neck, Saria checks her own straps one last time, and nods. "I am glad of that. Just remember as we go, our duty as Weyrwomen to maintain good relations with all the holders in our protection. The Weyrleader will make sure they're Thread Free - we make sure they stay happy with us," she says. "Now, let's go - we don't want to keep Lady Charis waiting." She raises her hand in the signal to fly, and Quarith springs aloft.

Quarith takes off, soaring out over the bowl.

You take off, soaring out over 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 spring afternoon.

Below, you see Cherenth, Nhamarath, Morath, Fellrath, Celth, Abracath, and Banoth.

Gliding around are Laddy and That.

Green Berwynth, bronze Sejith, and gold Quarith are here.

Obvious exits:

Down Hatching Grounds Central Bowl Ledges Weyrleader's Landing Up

From Quarith's neck, Saria signals for Hannah to take the envision from Quarith.

Dhiammarath thinks to you, « I have learned the code ‘istah’ from Quarith. »

Hannah signals back that Dhiammarath has the envision.

From Quarith's neck, Saria drops her hand and disappears ::between::!

Quarith disappears into ::between!:: with a flash of golden light!

You visualize Above Ista Hold for Dhiammarath.

Dhiammarath spirals into ::between:: leaving a wake of glittery jewel tones!

:::BETWEEN!:::

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

Dhiammarath thinks to you, « Ok, I am now envisioning… »

Black…

Blacker…

Blackest…

Above Ista Hold

You wing your way over the Ista Hold complex. Below, the main hold's wide courtyard faces east, over the ocean. Just north of that lies the Hold's main beach, the white sands often crowded with holders enjoying the sun and surf. Turquoise waters from the hold cove roll up to lap on the shore. Just inland from the main beach are the Hold's main gather meadow and racetracks.

It is a spring afternoon.

In the courtyard, you see Hoth and one person.

Gliding around is Deathbycow.

Gold Quarith is here.

Obvious exits:

Courtyard North Valley Beach Gather Grounds Fire Heights Gather Square Land's End

Dhiammarath appears in a rush of irridescent white-gold from ::between:: trailing a wake of sparkly jewel-tones!

Quarith glides gracefully down to the Courtyard.

You glide gracefully down to the Courtyard.

Ista Hold Main Courtyard

Built into the side of a hard granite cliff, Ista Hold looms dominantly to the west. Windows pock the smooth surface of the cliff in neat rows until they get closer to the ground, where they begin to frame the great bronze doors leading into the Hold itself. A sea breeze seems constantly in the air here as the ocean and the wharf lay but dragonlengths to the east. Beaches are scattered to the north, recreational areas for the Hold's residents when not working.

It is a spring afternoon.

Perched on a windowsill are Sofia, Ruhig, Quelm, Sprite, and Ajit.

Brown Hoth and gold Quarith are here.

You notice Rivya asleep here.

Charis is here.

Obvious exits:

Ista Hold Dock Main Beach Great Doors Guard Office Stables Trader Courtyard

Saria slips from between two gleaming neckridges, down Quarith's shoulder, and finally to the ground with a nimble leap.

After you release the straps, Dhiammarath stretches out one pale, iridescent forearm allowing you to scoot down that pale hide. With a final release of grip, you fall the little ways down to the ground.

Saria waits for Hannah to move to her side and then walks with her toward Charis, smiling, as she carefully takes off her riding gloves and tucks them into her belt.

Hannah dismounts with all the grace and propriety befitting her new status. Waiting for Saria, she smile sweetly at Charis, mentally buffing herself up for this meeting. Must not duck head. Must not be to shy. Cheeks are tinged with color as she follows suit and takes off her riding gloves as well.

There's gold in them thar skies, ayup. Charis is standing on the hold steps, shielding her eyes from the sun as the two dragons land. She waits for the riders to dismount before making her way down the steps with a smile - 11 year old bratling in tow. "Greeting to you and your lifemates, weyrwomen." She offers the proper greeting before beaming a smile at the Senior, "Saria! How fair things at the weyr?"

Risana fidgets, yes she does. Primly dressed in one of her finer dresses, she twirls one dark curl in her fingers, obviously wanting to be anywhere else but here. Though the dragons do get dazzle-eyed looks - ooo. Very shiney.

Saria smiles, and returns the greeting, "Health and Long Life to you, Lady Holder," Saria says formally, and then smiles. "We are doing extremely well at the Weyr," she adds in response, "And may I present one of the reasons for that? Lady Holder Charis, meet Hannah, and her gold Dhiammarath, our newest Junior Weyrwoman."

Rikey walks in.

Rikey walks out.

Hannah gives Charis another sweet smile, repeating Saria, "Health and Long Life to you, Lady Holder." Her voice may be a bit too soft, but she does manage to keep her green eyes on the Lady Holder. "I am pleased to meet you, Lady Holder Charis."

The quiet Lady tilts her head with a smile and nod to Hannah, offering her hand. "Well met, Hannah. Ista Hold always welcomes the riders and their lifemates that guard our skies." A pause then she seems to belatedly remember the fidgeting girl beside her, "Oh, and allow me to introduce you to my daughter, Risana." Discreet side nudge from mom and the girl gives a proper curtsy.

Saria smiles warmly at Risana. "You've grown," she adds to the young girl, "since the last time I saw you."

Hannah smiles down at the girl, "Hello, Lady Risana." Not quite sure what to call the daughter of a Lady Holder, so she improvises, smiling at the little girl.

Saria thinks about that for a moment, pulling a wide grin down to a respectable smile, as she ponders and realises that she, also, hasn't the faintest clue, even after almost 30 turns of riding, what to call a Holder's heir apparent. Risana has always worked, in this case.

"I'm -almost- twelve." Risana notes solemnly as she peers up at Saria first before blinking and positively beaming at Hannah - Lady…Risa doesn't get called /that/ often. She likes it. "-I'm- gonna be Lady Holder someday." she notes proudly. Charis clears her throat, "Would you two like something to eat or drink? Andron's spent most of the day selecting the finest skins from his cellar and practicing his compliments." She adds with a wry grin.

Hannah smiles down at Risana, "And I'm certain you'll make a fine Lady Holder, Lady Risana." Gaze sweeps back up and she smiles softly, "I would love something to drink." Not familiar at /all/ with wines, she looks to Saria for guidance.

Saria raises a brow and glances at Hannah appraisingly, remembering the last time she saw Hannah imbibe and the results thereof. But she winks at Charis, and says with a lilt in her voice, "We'd hate to disappoint Andron, after all the time he must have put in." She pats Hannah on the arm gently.

"He does pout so when he's disappointed." Charis admits with as straight a face as she can manage. Then she pauses, "Do your lifemates require anything while you're here?" Risana just beams at Hannah - well the little heiress of IH certainly approves of the new rider. "And I'm gonna ride a big gold too. Or maybe bronze. Or both." she adds. Hey…when you've only been to weyrs for hatchings and such, it's easy to get confused.

Andron slinks down some steps which lead to the great doors and the Hold.

Speak of the Eternally Proddy… "Andron! Just in time." Charis greets her head 'tender with a wry smile as he comes down the steps.

Filli hugs Hannah! Hannah peeks out from behind Dhiammarath and gives you a shy smile. She encourages Dhiammarath to snake out a honey-tipped tail to wrap around you in a large *sqeeze*! « A hug from Hannah. »

Hannah nods her head at Risana, indulging her, "I'm sure you will." Lifting her face at Charis' question, goldrider asks softly, "If it wouldn't be a bother, could Dhiammarath hunt while we were here? She still has some of that voracious weyrling hunger." Andron is given a smile as yet again, she tramples her shyness.

Hannah hugs Filli! Filli sics her rabid runner on you. That will teach you to hug her! *cackles*

Hannah hugs Areiah! Areiah simply glows and cuddles up to you. Hugs are so utterly fabulous.

Saria chuckles at Hannah, "You're going to outshine me, with or without Dhiammarath," she says jokingly, "if you keep making such good time with the future leaders of Ista Hold!" she grins down at Risana and winks. "Quarith informs me that she hasn't any need, and asks if you would mind her waiting in your gather meadow?" Saria says respectfully to Charis.

Making his escape from the bar and dining areas before the dinner rush, Andron nimbly edges around a trio of wideset laborers. "Lady Charis!" Head snapping up at the sound of his name, the young man easily slides on one of his more charming grins upon spotting a trio of women. Bowing in a quick, but still respectful, manner he edges up to Charis' side. "Greetings," he manages, oddly tongue-tied and not even pulling out one of his infamous bad lines - yet.

Saria doesn't wish to frighten Andron (at least, not just yet), and so she waits with a smile for the young man, allowing Charis to do the introductions.

Hannah blushes at Saria's words, but manages to keep her gaze from dropping to the ground. Spotting Andron, she offers a soft smile and waits with Saria for Charis to give introductions.

A nod is sent to Hannah, "But of course. She's welcome to her pick of the hold's herd." and an equal agreement is sent to Saria's question. Risana pauses and gives Saria a long look before nodding slowly, "Well…if you're real nice you can be my next watchrider if you really want." — "Risana.." Charis gives a slight-redfaced admonishment to her daughter. Attention is gladly turned to Andron, though. "Andron, this is Saria, Ista's Senior Weyrwoman and her gold Quarith…and Hannah and her Dhiammarath." she makes proper introductions before adding: "We were just heading in to sample some of those Benden skins you keep under lock and key."

Hannah smiles, "My thanks Lady Holder Charis." Nodding her head to Andron, "Well met, Andron." Risana is given another smile. Such a cute little girl.

Saria chuckles at Charis' look, she can't help it, and at Risana's statement. Out of the mouths of babes, indeed. "Not to worry," she says, "I understand it happens," the Weyrwoman says. "Well met, Andron," she says, and her smile widens at the thought of those Benden skins. Did Charis remember it was her favourite?

Samir walks down some steps which lead to the great doors and the Hold.

Azalea walks down some steps which lead to the great doors and the Hold.

Andron bows a second time, deeper and with a bit more respect behind a smile that is always hovers on becoming a smirk. "I'm honored to make your acquantices, goldriders. I must say, for all we've heard of the women who lead our Weyr, never have I heard descriptions to match how lovely you are." His line is delivered with a certain mischeivousness, well aware of how he sounds even as he turns his eyes to Charis. "Those skins? The ones with this key?" From Faranth knows where, a key appears, small and innocent. "Or this one?" A second one, equally plain, appears in his other hand. "White or red, ladies?"

Benden's got to be -everyone's- favorite. Who wouldn't like it? The thought boggles the mind. Charis gives an ever-put-upon smile at her incorragable bartender. "For me, red of course. — and redfruit juice for Risana." she adds quickly before the girl can make any other embaressing declarations. Children. joys. sure.

Saria chuckles. "I think.. yes, red, for me." Such hard decisions!

Hannah hesitates slightly in the face of the young man's words. Lovely? She has never been called lovely before. Eyebrows lift a fraction, but she remains silent, letting Saria do most of the talking.

Saria smiles at Andron, "And you do flatter us.. not that we'll complain," the Weyrwoman adds jovially. "After you, Lady," she says sweetly.

Charis nods slightly and starts up the steps and into the hold - not daring to wait for Andron's next schmoozing line…or Risana's embaressing one…Shards, poor Lady's got her hands full. Risana meanwhile, freed of mother's hand, firmly attaches herself to Hannah's side. Lucky. lucky Hannah.

"Red is then," Andron says cheerily, flashing another smile at the women. "I know just the skin for a gathering such as you; only the best, of course, and a 15 Larat. It's down in the stores, however. Where may I meet you with it?" Again his smile: "Assuming you will allow a humble 'tender to serve such lovely things such as yourselves." Oh just wait, he hasn't even started yet.

Hannah is more comfortable with the child anyway. Smiling, she asks softly so as to not disturb the flattering Andron, "Lady Risana, how old are you?" Junior Weyrwoman does keep one ear on the conversation and maintains proper deportment — more to hide her shyness than anything.

Saria's smile widens, and nose wrinkles helplessly at his charm. She can't resist him, it seems, and his schmoozing is infectious. "But of course - how could I refuse service from such a handsome young fellow as yourself?" She waits for Charis to give him the word on where they will go.

"The private section of the Mug should do fine, Andron." Charis answers over her shoulder as she guides the way in. By Hannah's side, Risana dimples a smile. "Eleven - almost twelve. How old are -you-?" She answers then, in usual Risa style, turns the question around on the poor woman.

Charis quietly slips up a few small steps and passes into the Hold through the great doors.

Saria walks up a few small steps and passes into the Hold through the great doors.

You walk up a few small steps and pass into the Hold through the great doors.

Great Hall (#6286)

With a dome-shaped ceiling reaching up almost beyond the light cast by numerous glows surrounding the hall, this room can be none other than the Hold's great hall. The floor is solid grey stone, slightly worn from the hundreds of Turns of use it's been through. Four ‘tapestries’ hang around the hall at seemingly random intervals, coloring the otherwise dull hall. An assortment of tables and chairs and couches are strewn about the hall for any who wish to take a rest during their labors, but mostly people are using the great hall as a center for moving to other places. Archways and doors lead everywhere, but the most dominant doors are the great double doors to the east, leading out to the courtyard.

Gliding around are Krahen, Splinter, Gulch, and Caius.

Saria is here.

Obvious exits:

Great Doors Flying Mug Dining Hall Shops Guard Office Stairs Crafthalls Rooms

Dhiammarath> Hannah walks with youthful grace up a few small steps and passes into the Hold through the great doors.

You find yourself in the front of the great hall.

Saria opens a door labelled The Flying Mug and walks through.

You open a door labelled The Flying Mug and pass through.

The Flying Mug (#4749)

The interior of the Flying Mug at first looks innocuous enough, but closer inspection reveals the scars and marks of a much-frequented bar. The tables all match each other, except for the wobbly leg on that one, and the big scar on this one, and the complex patterns of mug-rings on those, and that sleeping Crafter at the one in the corner… The chairs have many of the same problems, except they look much less used. The ceiling of the Flying Mug has been painted to resemble the sky over Ista. The painter must have been incredibly talented too, because he even knew how to make his paintings of dragons look like they were moving. Oh, wait, those are just firelizards. Nevermind. The walls, too, have been painted: small scenes of Pernese life intermingle with portraits and caricatures of famous Mug patrons.

* WARNING: Please do not leave your objects in the Flying Mug. Pets are allowed, but any personal objects should be taken with you when you leave. Also, if you choose to leave pet your here, please turn off any pet spam. —Thank you, The Mug Staff *

High in the rafters are twenty-one firelizards.

You see Tristan, Tippy, Zephyr, Crimson, Fenn's J'man Project - Ceilidh Dancing, and Waldo here.

Charis and Saria are here.

Obvious exits:

Rose Table Game Room Dining Hall Great Hall

You stand in the rather rambunctious Flying Mug.

Dhiammarath> Andron slinks up a few small steps and passes into the Hold through the great doors.

Andron slinks in from the dining hall, closing the door behind him to prevent the Mug's noise from spilling into the dining hall.

Saria's face lights up as she looks about her. "Faranth, it's been Turns since I was in the 'Mug!" she says. "I should pay you a visit more often, Charis," the Weyrwoman comments.

"I am twenty turns, Lady Risana," Hannah murmurs while following Saria and Charis. She looks around the 'Mug with wide, curious eyes. Andron is spotted as well and she gives him another smile.

Diverting through the dining hall and kitchens, Andron returns after a moment from the stores. He cradles a rather plain looking skin in his arms like a child, lips curved faintly as he nicks a trio of elegant wine glasses from one of the bars darker corners. Arranged on a tray with ceremony, he adds the redfruit juice and then turns to the ladies and goldriders, presenting the skin for inspection with teasing solemnity, utterly silent for once.

A grin is tossed towards the Weyrwoman as Charis makes her way back to a large corner table slightly off to one side of the hustle and bustle of the tavern. "Come fire, flood, storms or thread…the 'Mug never seems to change." At least one thing that's survived all IH's misadventures in one piece. She slides into a seat with a nod towards Andron to let the wine pass the goldriders' discerning tastes. Risana's eyes go wide as she stares at Hannah, "Nuh-uh. That's -old-. Do you got any kids like me?"

The Weyrwoman simply beams at Andron, watching him go through his motions with precision. She can appreciate ceremony - having had to deal with enough of it as a goldrider for nearly 30 turns, now. She smiles at Hannah brightly as she overhears RIsana's question, and shares an understanding smile with Charis. "You know, Lady Holder," Saria says, "My daughter Liria is just about Risana's age. Perhaps sometime I can bring her here and the two of them can get to know one another?"

Dhiammarath> Fango has arrived.

Oh trust Charis…Andron goes far above and beyond the call of ceramony with his people skills sometimes. Oyy. But the Lady tilts with a nod, attempting to ignore the potential political damage her daughter is trying to wreck. "That sounds like an excellent idea…Risa's always likes making new friends." Or dragging them off by the arm after one hello…she's yet to master that thing called small talk.

Andron returns Saria's smile with a duck of his head, cracking the seal on the skin once it's passed inspection. He doesn't pour immediately, letting it breathe a moment as he places the glasses and juice on the table. "Old?" Breaking his silence with a grin, Andron turns wide eyes on Risana in mock suprise. "Old is not a word I would apply to anyone or thing here but the wine, especially not Ista's lovely goldrider." That is said with a tip of his head to Hannah. Of course he can't just go along with calling her old; they're nearly of an age.

Dhiammarath> Fango has disconnected.

Dhiammarath> Fango falls asleep.

Saria nods agreeably. "I'll ask Liria when I get back if she'd like to come. I've learned long ago not to force her," she says. "Actually, I'm thinking of sending her for a harper, to get some experience outside the Weyr for a few turns," the Weyrwoman adds with a thoughtful pause. "She does so enjoy the Weyrharper's teachings and Master Kaeryn is always telling me she has excellent pitch — even if she can't seem to concentrate through a whole lesson." Saria ducks her head a bit. "Ah, ah!" She says to Andron. "Lovely goldriderS," she says, emphasizing that plural. "Remember we're two," she says, wagging a teasing finger at him.. her eyes following the skin as it passes through his hands.

Hannah chuckles, "Oh, no. I don't have any children." Taking one of the glasses Andron has set down, she offers, "Thank you for the wine." She quirks a grin at Andron, but quickly shifts her gaze lest her shyness present itself.

Dhiammarath> Fango has connected.

Dhiammarath> Fango wakes up.

Hannah hugs Kwa! Kwa has no choice but to let you wrap around her to give a sweet loving hug. Lapis orbs are blinked in your direction before an angelic like laughter fills the air and Ane's form disappears from sight. Weird…

"How could I ever forget? Surely I would blind indeed not to recognize being blessed but not one, but two, goldriders of such beauty." Free hand raised to his chest in mock affront, Andron's eyes positively glimmer with ill-suppressed amusement, lips curved happily. "With such lovely representatives from the Weyr, I begin to regret I ever left." Wine poured smoothly against the sides of the glasses, he makes his way around the table before resealing the skin, the entire time handling it like precious glass. His baby. His wine. "Think nothing of the wine," he says to Hannah. "Especially not when as reward I get the company of one such as yourself." Yay for bad lines!

"Why not?" Risana asks with a matter of fact look at the poor grilled goldrider. "Risa!" squeak. Charis caught that, yes she did. The Lady attempts to carry on conversation with Saria, though. Nodding, "Risana's lucky here at Ista, with Healer and Harper near by and so many other crafters in and out of Ista. It's more of a job keeping her -out- of the rest of Pern's hair from time to time." She adds wryly, pausing to take her goblet and take a small sip.

At Andron's schmoozing, CHaris just slowly closes her eyes a moment with a shake of the head. "THat's right…you were at the weyr, weren't you?" she muses at her barkeep before glancing sidelong at the goldriders, "Sure you don't want him back?" straight faced, of course.

Dhiammarath> Fango has connected.

Dhiammarath> Fango wakes up.

Hannah blinks down at the child, "Because I haven't met the right man yet." Andron snags her attention again and while able to stomp on her shyness enough to allow herself to grab some wine, she can't stop the heated blush that stains her cheeks. She sips her wine for lack of anything better to do and latches her gaze on safe Saria and Charis, a soft smile plastered on her face.

Saria chuckles at Charis' comment about her daughter being in Pern's hair, at the same time extending one lithe, light-skinned hand and taking up the remaining goblet. Making a great ceremony of sniffing the wine first, then lightly swirling it in the glass, she holds the glass up to her lips and makes eye-contact with Andron before drinking the first sip. Letting the flavour pause on her tongue, she lets out a low sigh of appreciation as she takes the goblet away from her lips, continuing the ceremony with a smile for Charis and a quizzical look at Hannah. "We couldn't possibly take him away from you, Lady Holder — could we, Hannah? — after all, he seems to have found his calling right here with you at the Hold."

Andron's eyelashes lower over his eyes as he does his best 'poor boy' impression, looking up at Charis through them. "Why, Lady Charis!" He doesn't -quite- pout, really. "I couldn't possibly leave your bars to the care of the inexpert 'tenders and 'maids you have now." That particular comment is greeted with a snort from the barmaid just passing, easily twice Andron's age. "Although it is tempting, given the lovely scenery the Weyr has to offer." Again, a pointed look in the goldriders' direction makes clear his meaning, as well as a wink tacked on for good measure.

Saria enjoys another deep sip of her wine, savouring it and watching the comic interplay between this young scamp (well, to Saria, at any rate) and the Lady Holder.

Hannah glances first from Charis and then back to Saria, "No, we couldn't possibly take him away from his life's work." Her voice is faint, but she /is/ trying not to let her shyness cripple her. All these looks of flirtation have caused the new Junior to wriggle a little in her seat.

"That's what High Reaches said too." Charis quips with a ever-tolerating sigh not covering the amused gleam in her eyes - ah well. Andron keeps her young, they say. And keeps the hold females never without gossip. The tender in question is just given a dry look, "Save the sugar for the deserts, Andron." she simply notes. Hannah recieves a chuckle from the Lady, "His lifework is found wherever there's a unfasted being of female persuasion. Be warned." she adds with a wink. Charis, y'see, has built up immunity to it.

Saria pauses a moment, but then turns the conversation to sadder news. "Charis, I assume you've heard of the recent stage collapse at Gar's gather?" she asks tentatively.

Andron shoots Charis another wounded look, tongue quick with a reply. "How could I possibly 'save the sugar' when the sweet sounds of your voices are all I hear?" Other, of course, than the clatter and clamor from the rest of the bars patrons. He'd add more, but Saria's hesitant tone manages to keep further comments a step behind curiousity and he falls silent.

Hannah holds her tongue, nodding at Charis' words. Listening to Saria's new subject, her mouth loses a bit of it's easy smile. She, too, had heard of the incident.

Dhiammarath> Quarith takes off.

Dhiammarath> Above, Quarith takes off from Ista Hold Main Courtyard

Dhiammarath> Above, Quarith backwings gracefully and glides down to the Gather Square below.

Charis pauses, smile fading into a slight purse of her lips. "Yes…Natch's keep me informed of the incident and aid's been sent for repairs." there's a weariness in the Lady's voice reserved for the ills that befall her lands.

Dhiammarath> Mathis walks in.

Dhiammarath> Mathis strides purposefully up a few small steps and passes into the Hold through the great doors.

Mathis strides purposefully in from the great hall.

You notice Mathis looking at you.

The Weyrwoman's face relaxes a bit as she listens to Charis. "I assume that Natch has informed you that the Weyr has also offered any assistance that might be needed?" She queries, then takes another, deeper sip-almost-gulp of the wine from the glass in her hand.

"It's very sad," Hannah murmurs softly, still sipping her wine slowly. Remaining quiet, however, since most of these details she is unaware of.

Dhiammarath> Rikey walks in.

Dhiammarath> Rikey strides up a few small steps and passes into the Hold through the great doors.

Rikey strides in from the great hall.

Andron picks up on most of the gossip, of course, given his job, but few of what he hears is precisely reliable. Unabashedly taking the chance to learn more, he makes himself useful by sliding back around to stand at Saria's elbow, tilting the wineskin questioningly. "Sad indeed," he echoes. "But Istans, no matter whether from Holds or Weyr, have always banded together and helped each other, no?"

Nodding slightly, Charis slowly swishes the wine around in her goblet, "Yes, for which all Ista is grateful. I believe Natch is still assessing what help is needed, but the offer is much appreciated." she answers before giving a more warm smile to Andron, when he's not trying to flirt, he can be quite eloquent.

Saria inclines her head discreetly to Andron, gesturing for him to only fill the glass half-way this time. Mustn't take advantage of Charis' fine hospitality. She smiles gratefully and nods to his comment. "Aye. That is, in point of fact, how I came to call myself Istan," she adds. "When the Great Storm hit, I was newly graduated from Weyrlinghood at Fort - and I was called to duty here to help repair the flood damage and rebuild the Weyr."

Mathis immediately slaps a heavy book on the counter as he walks in, and quietly orders a glass of wine. He appears absorbed in some reading, his eyes fixed on the yellowed pages, but an ear is ever open to the conversation floating around…

Hannah listens to the conversation quietly, careful not to drink too much as she doesn't normally indulge in wines. Curious eyes watch the faces of Charis and Andron while mentally filing their names and faces away. Would not do to embarrass herself by making a social misstep.

"I was just a girl at Fort Hold myself…" Speaking of children, Risana's been quiet for too long. Charis casts a sideglance to her daughter - barely staying awake with her juice glass bobbing in her lap. "Speaking of young girls…if you two don't mind, I think I better excuse my daughter and myself. You two are welcome to stay at Ista as long as you require, I leave Andron to tend to your needs." She says graciously with a glance to her tender.

Andron eases the skin up and allows a bit to slowly fill Saria's glass to the point indicated, before moving to hover between Charis and Hannah with the skin held in the same quiet offer. The conversation leaves him a bit out of his depths, with no knowledge of the 'Great Storm' other than from the Harpers. "A bad time, that," he says rather lamely. "Ista always manages, no matter what gets tossed our way." You'd -almost- think he was a native given the way he says that. With a tilt of his head, he sends one of the barmaids hovering about to server Mathis at the bar, the girl flouncing cheerily over.

Saria smiles understandingly at Charis. "We thank you for your hospitality," she says genuinely. "But to be honest, we should both be getting back to the Weyr ourselves. Early Fall to attend to," she explains. "And I will send you a message to inquire about when Liria and Risana could meet." She finishes the rest of her wine, and smiles at Andron as well as she stands up from her seat. "Thank you for your company, and a most enjoyable selection of wine," she says to him. "I shall have to let more riders at Ista Weyr know that the Mug has such a competent man on staff now."

Hannah sets her glass aside and quietly says to Saria, "Dhiammarath has finished hunting." She smiles graciously and says to Andron, "No more wine, thank you. Lady Holder, it was lovely to meet you. And you as well, Andron." Standing with Saria, she slips on her gloves and waits for the older woman to lead the way.

Saria slips on her gloves as well, and inclines her head graciously again to Charis as she heads toward the Courtyard.

Saria walks through a door into the great hall.

You pass through a door into the great hall.

Great Hall (#6286)

With a dome-shaped ceiling reaching up almost beyond the light cast by numerous glows surrounding the hall, this room can be none other than the Hold's great hall. The floor is solid grey stone, slightly worn from the hundreds of Turns of use it's been through. Four ‘tapestries’ hang around the hall at seemingly random intervals, coloring the otherwise dull hall. An assortment of tables and chairs and couches are strewn about the hall for any who wish to take a rest during their labors, but mostly people are using the great hall as a center for moving to other places. Archways and doors lead everywhere, but the most dominant doors are the great double doors to the east, leading out to the courtyard.

Gliding around are Krahen, Splinter, Gulch, and Caius.

Saria is here.

Obvious exits:

Great Doors Flying Mug Dining Hall Shops Guard Office Stairs Crafthalls Rooms

You stand in the enormous great hall of Ista Hold.

Dhiammarath> Above, Quarith takes off from Gather Meadow

Dhiammarath> Above, Quarith glides gracefully down to the Courtyard.

Dhiammarath> Quarith glides gracefully down and settles in the Courtyard.

Saria walks through the great doors into the courtyard.

Dhiammarath> Saria walks down some steps which lead to the great doors and the Hold.

You pass through the great doors into the courtyard.

Ista Hold Main Courtyard (#1407)

Built into the side of a hard granite cliff, Ista Hold looms dominantly to the west. Windows pock the smooth surface of the cliff in neat rows until they get closer to the ground, where they begin to frame the great bronze doors leading into the Hold itself. A sea breeze seems constantly in the air here as the ocean and the wharf lay but dragonlengths to the east. Beaches are scattered to the north, recreational areas for the Hold's residents when not working.

It is a spring sunset.

Perched on a windowsill are Sofia, Ruhig, Quelm, Sprite, and Ajit.

Brown Hoth, gold Dhiammarath, and gold Quarith are here.

You notice Rivya asleep here.

Fango and Saria are here.

Obvious exits:

Ista Hold Dock Main Beach Great Doors Guard Office Stables Trader Courtyard

You walk down a few steps into the courtyard.

Dhiammarath is curled comfortably in the courtyard, waiting for her lifemate. Her hide is paler than usual, but nothing drastic. "That was a lovely meeting, Saria." Hannah adds, "Charis is very nice."

Saria nods, heading toward Quarith, noting only in passing that something seems a bit different about Dhiammarath, but chalking it up to the recent effort of hunting. She grabs riding straps, vaults up to Quarith's neckridges, and seats herself, clipping in her harness and securing the straps around her. "Realy to go?" she says casually.

Saria uses Quarith's foreleg as a step and grabs the riding straps, swinging herself smoothly into place between two honey gold neckridges.

Hannah nods her head, grabbing ahold of her straps. "Ready!"

Dhiammarath lowers one iridescent, pale forearm, allowing you to scamper up and grab ahold of her neck. With a slight lunge, you finally settles yourself between white-gold neckridges.

Quarith takes off.

Above, Quarith takes off from Ista Hold Main Courtyard

You take off.

Above Ista Hold

You wing your way over the Ista Hold complex. Below, the main hold's wide courtyard faces east, over the ocean. Just north of that lies the Hold's main beach, the white sands often crowded with holders enjoying the sun and surf. Turquoise waters from the hold cove roll up to lap on the shore. Just inland from the main beach are the Hold's main gather meadow and racetracks.

It is a spring sunset.

In the courtyard, you see Hoth and one person.

Gliding around is Deathbycow.

Gold Quarith is here.

Obvious exits:

Courtyard North Valley Beach Gather Grounds Fire Heights Gather Square Land's End

Quarith disappears into ::between!:: with a flash of golden light!

You visualize Sky Over Southeastern Bowl for Dhiammarath.

Dhiammarath spirals into ::between:: leaving a wake of glittery jewel tones!

:::BETWEEN!:::

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

Dhiammarath thinks to you, « Ok, I am now envisioning… »

Black…

Blacker…

Blackest…

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 spring sunset.

Below, you see Cherenth, Nhamarath, Morath, Fellrath, Celth, Abracath, and Banoth.

Gliding around are Laddy and That.

Green Berwynth and gold Quarith are here.

Obvious exits:

Down Hatching Grounds Central Bowl Ledges Weyrleader's Landing Up

Dhiammarath appears in a rush of irridescent white-gold from ::between:: trailing a wake of sparkly jewel-tones!

Dhiammarath swirls out of between a little erratically, her wings seeming to be a like loose folds of hide, "Saria!" Hannah calls frantically, "Saria! Help! Something is wrong.." And something is, as the gold is so pale, the veins of ichor are showing through.

<Ista Weyr> Dhiammarath senses that she's tones crash against themselves, slurring together. « Sick…Can not control… » The gold's own worry is not for herself, but for her frantic lifemate.

From Quarith's neck, Saria realizes something is wrong as soon as they emerge from between. Quarith's instincts take over before Weyrwoman even has a chance to send a thought toward her lifemate, and the older gold dives down beneath Dhiammarath, using a familiar current over the bowl to her advantage. Bulk of Quarith's body supports Dhiammarath and Quarith's wings become enough for the two of them.

<Ista Weyr> Dhiammarath senses that Quarith thinks « Dhiammarath - I have you. Come down with me. »

Quarith spirals down for a landing in the bowl.

<Ista Weyr> Dhiammarath senses that Elbareth blinks and a soothing spring brees flickers towards the gold. »What is wrong?«

<Ista Weyr> Dhiammarath senses that she's voice is a pale echo of it's former glory. « I.. come.. » And then a silence follows. Louder even than her fragile voice.

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 spring sunset.

Above, you see Berwynth.

Perched on rocky crags about the bowl are Restless, Archer, Aftiel, Miki, Etera, and Kamas.

Blue Cherenth, bronze Nhamarath, brown Morath, green Fellrath, blue Celth, blue Abracath, brown Banoth, and gold Quarith are here.

Obvious exits:

Hatching Cavern Central Bowl Weyr Tunnel Living Caverns

Dhiammarath clings to the older gold, her hide the pale color of clouds. "Saria! Waht's wrong? What's happening?" Helpless, the goldrider clings to her lifemate, watching Quarith effortlessly maneuver them.

From Quarith's neck, As they land, Quarith's body takes the full weight of the enfeebled Dhiammarath, and Saria is already unbuckling the straps and launching herself in a daredevil move down Quarith's foreleg, practically sliding down with only the one long strap as handhold. She lands on the ground running as Quarith carefully extracts herself from beneath Dhiammarath. "Quari, hold her, shardit!" Saria barks at her own lifemate, and then at Hannah, "Hannah. Listen to me. Dismount, now, and stay close to Dhiammarath."

<Ista Weyr> Dhiammarath senses that Quarith's sunset gold blazes to life across the link, projecting madly to find the faint trace of the ill younger gold's mindvoice. » Dhiammarath - you must tell me what it is that has made you ill. My rider will help you. Stay with us - focus on my voice. «

Hannah is nearly crying now as she clings to her lifemate. "Okay.. I'm coming down." The gold bugles weakly, attempting to disentangle herself from Quarith as well. Goldrider slides down her lifemate's side and turns to Saria, frantic. "Waht happened to her?"

<Ista Weyr> Dhiammarath senses that she's weak tone touches the link briefly. « Herdbeast. The .. herdbeast. They are disagreeing with me. »

Southeastern Bowl (#529)

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 spring sunset.

Above, you see Berwynth.

Perched on rocky crags about the bowl are Restless, Archer, Aftiel, Miki, Etera, and Kamas.

Blue Cherenth, bronze Nhamarath, brown Morath, green Fellrath, blue Celth, blue Abracath, brown Banoth, gold Quarith, and gold Dhiammarath are here.

Obvious exits:

Hatching Cavern Central Bowl Weyr Tunnel Living Caverns

After you release the straps, Dhiammarath stretches out one pale, iridescent forearm allowing you to scoot down that pale hide. With a final release of grip, you fall the little ways down to the ground.

Quarith has moved out from under Dhiammarath, and now turns to face her in concentration, working smoothly in tandem with her lifemate, each one's thoughts inextricably linked. Saria listens, and is told by Quarith. "Shardit. Something must have been the matter. Well, no time to figure out what, now." She hauls a healer lad with whom she's had dealings with before out of the growing crowd of onlookers keeping their distance from the two golds squared off in the bowl. "You, you know where the Pergin berries are," she says. "Go to the Weyrhealer - get Hytiaf to mix me a double-strength purge," she says. "Do it, now, if you love your life, lad!" she says, and pushes him that way. "And call Kara to me!"

Hannah whimpers as she watches Saria work, "She's not going to ..?" That question is voiced as it is the foremost on her mind. "Please, Saria.. what happened to her? How could the herdbeasts make her this ill?" Dhiammarath as collapsed onto her stomach, her wings draped awkwardly across the bowl. Hide is pale, pale gold and her sides are heaving. She croons pitifully.

<Ista Weyr> Dhiammarath senses that Quarith's light rushes toward Dhiammarath, a lifeline bright against the dark silence that was the younger gold's voice moments before. » Saria knows what to do, « she tells Dhiammarath steadily, while at the same time silently urging, demanding, the other dragons of the Weyr to embrace Dhiammarath as well, to hold her up.. her mind closes from Dhiammarath the gravity of the situation, but expresses it to the others, so they will understand and be one with their sister.

<Ista Weyr> Dhiammarath senses that she clings to that which is Quarith, her very essence as thin and frail as the morning mist. Images of Hannah are entangled through the mist and seem to keep the frail voice afloat. Even words take too much energy to express..

<Ista Weyr> Dhiammarath senses that Riyth voice seems to ring from far off, but still clear enough for the others to hear as if he is near their side. « You'll be fine Dhia. » says the blue. A sense of worry from himself and his rider seems to past through the void. « Don't drift away, my sister. » he calls.

From Quarith's neck, "I'm not sure, Hannah," Saria says. "The most important part is that we purge her of what she's eaten - and the mixture I've requested is the first thing I know to try, as a dragonhealer." She glances up, seeing Kara and Ilsinth appear from ::between:: overhead and spiral down for a landing some distance away, more in the Central Bowl. At the same time, the young boy runs back in with the mixture that Saria requested, and gasping for air, pushes it into her hands before running off to one side and collapsing against the black sand bowl of the floor. He did well, and he will be praised later - for now, a Senior Apprentice takes him away to get some fluid and rest - Saria will remember him, when she has time to think of anything but Dhiammarath's well-being.

Saria slips from between two gleaming neckridges, down Quarith's shoulder, and finally to the ground with a nimble leap.

Hannah watches the boy give something to Saria, "What will the purging do?" Petite goldrider looks even smaller with her drawn face and worried expression. Owlish eyes never stray far from her fallen lifemate, while hands cling to each other. Dhiammarath seems to have drifted off, or at least has her eyes closed. Those pale sides still move with heavy, labored breathing.

Hannah hugs Hyzen! Hyzen squirms happily as you wrap your arms around her, blushing faintly until she hears… 'ROOOAR!' Oooh… dear. You better run while you still have time… 'cause a certain greenlet is coming after you for her hug too!

Saria takes the proffered potion and knows as she does that Kara and Ilsinth will join in, adding their trained hold to the link that Quarith has already gently established with Dhiammarath, adding stability and support, another lifeline to the young queen. Feeling them make the connection, she senses relief even from Quarith. The Pergin berry potion, at double strength - something Saria has never tried before - is administered to the gold dragon from a large bucket that would normally be used for carrying large quantities of tubers from the Weyr's gardens to the kitchens. Hytiaf seems to have appropriated these from the gardener for just such an occasion. "This should help her expel the offending food or matter," Saria says simply, then gestures to both Hannah and Kara to assist. "Help her open her jaw enough for me to get this onto her tongue," the dragonhealer says.

Hannah immediately scoots forward and coaxes her lifemate into wakefulness enough that those large jaws open slowly. Looking up, "Is this enough? I thought herdbeasts were safe? What kind of beasts does Charis raise?" Her own voice is nigh on shrill with panic, but she doesn't stray from her lifemate's side.

"Hannah. You have to calm down. Your questions can be answered later. Right now, we have to concentrate on Dhiammarath getting better, and she needs you to be here for her, and to be steady. That's enough," Saria says, watching Kara on the other side. She tosses the bucket of Pergin berry mixture back onto the back of Dhiammarath's tongue, where she will be forced to swallow it by the reflexes in her throat. As Saria sees the muscles there begin to work, she watches carefully and waits. "This should be a nearly immediate effect," Saria informs Hannah and the nodding Kara.

And it is. Everything that was held in her stomach is now all over the bowl, coming out the other end with a suprising force. Gasping, Hannah did not think anything so foul could ever come from her beauty. Holding herself together, she stands by and watches the healers do their work, her hands caressing the gold's head.

Saria watches, and actually (ew!) goes around to the other end to make sure that what should be expelled, has been. Satisfied, Saria watches Dhiammarath closely, querying her through Quarith.

<Ista Weyr> Dhiammarath senses that Quarith soothes, holding on to Dhiammarath's essence. » There.. how does that feel? Any better? «

Dhiammarath opens the outer eyelid of one eye, the muted sparkle conveying a sense of surprise. Still weak, the young gold doesn't do much beyond lay there, panting. Attempting to fold back her wings isn't wholly successfull, but a smidgen of color has come back into that pale hide.

<Ista Weyr> Dhiammarath senses that she's tones are a bit brighter and seem to be less misty. « .. Better.. » Words are still an effort, but a thin line of strength runs through the tones.

Quarith's own wings flip and tuck along her back, her head dipping down to nudge at Dhiammarath's head and droopy wings with great concern. Saria watches carefully. "The color seems to be coming back into her hide, that's a fine sign," Saria informs Hannah.

Hannah nods her head, her face schooled into tight lines. "Yes it is." Feeling that her lifemate's presence has stopped drifting away has given her a great cause of relief. The gold attempts to croon at her dam, but still she is so weak. Eyelid drifts shut as sleep claims her. "What will we do? Will she stay here? In the bowl?"

Saria shakes her head. "Can she move now?" Saria asks carefully. "It would be better for us to get her into one of the Ground Weyrs."

Dana glides in from the Living Cavern.

Hannah bites her lip, "I think so. But.. she's so weak, it's an all or nothing shot." Tender voice carresses the gold's ear as the newest Junior coaxes her lifemate from sleep, "Please, love, can you move? We need to get you to the ground weyrs.." Dhiammarath opens her eyes again, and croons weakly. Struggling to her feet, she wavers a bit and begins to shuffle in the direction of the ground weyrs. Wings are limply dragged along, and even she barely makes it.

Saria walks to the Ground Weyrs.

Dhiammarath shuffles gracefully, honey-tipped tail swish-swishing behind her, to the Ground Weyrs.

You go to the Ground Weyrs.

Ground Weyrs (#4213)

Dark stone arches upwards to vault high above the entrance to these ground-level weyrs. Large enough for more than a few dragons, pillars define the expanse of one smooth dragon-couch from the next, to offer at least the hint of privacy. Redolent, the air struggles towards the vents high above in an attempt to escape the prevalent odors of redwort and numbweed that drift and lurk in every tidy corner. Tunnels branch off like tentacles, heading into dragon-healer's quarters and the infirmary further southeast.

Gliding about is Dana.

Gold Dhiammarath is here.

You see Natel's Cot here.

Saria is here.

Obvious exits:

Dragonhealer Weyr Weyr 1 Weyr 2 Bowl Infirmary

Saria gestures to the expanse of the ground Weyr. "Kara and I will be able to look after her better here, and there is plenty of space for her," she reassures the young and frightened goldrider. "And you know she will have the best dragonhealers in the Weyr to tend to her."

Hannah nods her head, wringing her hands. Gold collapses ungracefully for once upon reaching the ground weyrs. "I can stay with her .. right?" Never far from Dhiammarath's side, she takes a moment to /really/ look at her sick dragon. Wings all droopy and that pale, pale hide. However, she no longer feels her lifemate spiraling away from her. "You'll make sure she only gets the best care, right?"

"Of course you can, and of course I will," Saria says. "As if any gold would get anything but the best care, anywhere, anytime," Saria adds. "Remember who you are, after all, Hannah," she admonishes. "Now, you should stay here. I'll have one of the drudges fetch you in some food and Klah. And for the time being, I am putting a ban on all hunting and consumption of herdbeasts, here and at Ista Hold - we had a shipment from them just over a sevenday ago, and I can't guarantee that our herds are safe. Faranth knows what will happen now. Or where we'll get fresh meat."

Hannah nods her head, "Thank you Saria.." Tired and drawn, the goldrider goes to curl up next to her slumbering dragon. Adn to think, the night started out so well.

Saria heads toward the bowl, on various missions all at once. Starting with taking care of her people, she goes to get the food sent to Hannah.

Saria walks to the Bowl.

<end of log>

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