Hannah Learns To Make Straps

05/10/2001

Logfile from Hannah-HT
Dhiammarath's Cherry Blossom Escape (#19272)

Clean and sparse adequately describe Dhiammarath's couch. While being sparse in decorations, her couch is homey and inviting with the faint smell of jasmine and lemon clinging to the area that is reserved for the new queen. Soft rushes provide the matting for the dragon's couch, while a futon-like bed is neatly placed to one side for Hannah to sleep one when she is not curled up next to her lifemate.

Gliding about are Mosquiton, Chiernathe, and Inaho.

Gold Dhiammarath is here.

You see Saturn stuffed flit, Hatching Rules, and Capricious Patchwork Gold Llama Bebe here.

Obvious exits:

Barracks

Dhiammarath> Dhiammarath

Dhiammarath> 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.

Dhiammarath> Dhiammarath is 3 months and 5 days old.

Dhiammarath> She is 24 feet (8m) long, with a wingspan of 40 feet (13m).

Dhiammarath senses Dhiammarath looking at her.

Dhiammarath> Dhiammarath seems to be listening.

Dhiammarath takes off.

Weyrling Barracks (#2652)

Large as it is, the barracks seem small when filled with the constant activity of weyrlings and dragonets, working, learning, or playing. The couches each show touches of the individuals who occupy them, all of them kept swept clean as the WLMs demand, but with a variety of cushions and coverings neatly folded or scattered across them. The clothespresses are full, some not so tidily closed as they should be. Fresh glowbaskets are strategically placed about the room, ready to cast their light over the dark walls. At the northern end of the room are shelves containing a variety of supplies necessary for the care of young dragons, and over the shelves hang a number of charts and pictures. Off to one side is the everpresent vat of oil and trays of meat for the growing dragonets.

Gliding about are Eti, Malse, Zerosu, Arm, Prometheus, Hey, Twilight, Zlantine, Furby, Sip, Orion, Tempest, Sartan, and Forseti.

Green Fiareth, brown Itazurath, and gold Dhiammarath are here.

You see Weyrling Note Board, E'an's Sack of Stone, and Naomi's Sack of Firestone here.

Naomi and Khaye are here.

Obvious exits:

Weyrlingmaster's Office Out Couches Rooms

Khaye grabs her straps, attempts to grab Taz — fails — and ends up shooing the dragon back toward the couch. "He's deciding which straps would be the most fun to play with," she grumbles toward Naomi, once Itazurath is far enough from the rack as to keep away from the straps. Her own green ones — Taz's green ones, rather — are tossed into the couch, as she sits down beside them to eye the brown. Tsk, tsk.

Naomi grins lopsidedly at Khaye, setting aside her strap leather for a moment as she stumbles over by Khaye, hands slipping deep into the pockets of her pants. "Wait 'til he has to wear 'em… I already think mine'r too big… I left room to grow into, but… And they don't -seem- comfortable." She rambles a bit more, then shakes her head, settling to a seat once again. "Doesn't seem like so much fun for them… of course, they'll get to be flying when we get to that point."

Hannah slips off Dhiammarath's couch along with her ever growing lifemate. "Hello.. what're you guys doing..?" is asked softly of her fellow weyrlings. Tucking her hair behind her ears, the short strands curling just below her jaw line, she nudges her lifemate. "C'mon.. you wanted your oiling, Dhia, so.."

Khaye pushes Itazurath's head away as he tries to sneak closer to ths traps. "Stop it, Taz. You're going to be wearing those. With me on those. Don't chew." Naomi is given a glance. "You already made yours?" Ohmy. "I don't know how. I'm afraid to know how." Those awl-needle-whatever things look a lot scarier than the needle-needle-things. Hannah is greeted with a half-smile and a wave. "Sitting. Talking. Trying to keep — Taz, stop that! — my dragon from eating his straps."

Naomi smirks a little at that, head shaken slowly. "I wish… no, I haven't finished, exactly, but I've started sewing enough to tell that it isn't pretty. Although I like the color…" The greenrider gives a glance to the abandoned red leather, then turns to wave to Hannah. "Hey there, Hannah! We're talking about the straps… in a way." A nod is sent Khaye's way.

Riyth shuffles awkwardly in from the bowl.

Jozzie comes out of Riyth's couch.

Hannah peeks over at the two, eyeing their leathers. "Straps? I've not quite.. gotten mine yet." Goldrider turns to give Jozzie a little, shy wave before turning to get her wrag and her oil. "I guess I should huh?"

Jozzie comes in, yawning tiredly. She has been up since the crack of dawn, really she has. The girl even looks tired as she sags her shoulders. "H'elo." she returns to the party.

Khaye uses one booted foot, poking at Itazurath's shoulder gently, to keep him at bay, while her hands pick up the straps and hold them up beside each other. "I think.. this one's supposed to go like this —" She holds a shorter one up against a long one —"and this one's going to go like.. that.. and I don't know where that one goes." She sighs, tossing them all behind her again. "It's never going to work. Hey, Jozzie."

Having a special kind of strap leather in mind, Hannah begins to work on her oiling her overlarge lifemate. "I don't know how to make my straps yet…" Or at least, she needs to be shown how again. The thinks of her own leathers stashed away in Dhiammarath's couch not quite ready yet to be made into straps. Rubbing the oil along her lifemate's white-gold gently, she listens to the others distractedly.

Jozzie wiggles a finger at Khaye as she makes her way in, "Getting yer straps?" she asks. She makes her way towards a pile that she claims as her own. A swirl of colors and glitter are spread upon the leather. It must have taken her most of the night to complete just the dying portion. "Orblit showed us a little bit yesterday," Jozzie replies to Hannah.

Khaye snatches the strap out of Itazurath's reach again as her foot slips and his teeth come within range of the greenified leather. "Taz!" She pushes it further back inside the couch. "Taz, I /told/ you it would be lighter colored. You told me that was fine. Besides, it's only a shade or two lighter than you wanted." She sighs, looking toward Jozzie, Hannah, and Naomi with a 'see what I have to live with?' type look on her face. She's the weyrling martyr.

<Local> Dhiammarath senses that Itazurath crackles with an autumnally leafy annoyance, broken here and there with traces of moonlit dapples. » My Khaye did not tell me that it would be lighter. The strap is bad. « A deep gloom, pewter settling over all, signals his dissatisfaction with the straps — except for the fact that Khaye actually made them. » Very bad. «

<Local> Dhiammarath senses that Riyth the fragance of musk and leather fills with a light howl of the wind as the blue chuckles. « You are not happy with what you get? But it is the right colour. » Then, he speaks openingly to his lifemate, « Glimmery, the way I like it. » A light howl of a guitar follows before dying off.

<Local> Dhiammarath senses that Itazurath still breezes dingy marble into the mindlink, his childish pettiness glittering around the edges as taupe edged in moonlight. » My Khaye told me that it would still be dark green. « The aforementioned straps appear as an image, showing the hunter-green sides and the jade-green sides, before floating off into the mist. » It is not dark. «

<Local> Dhiammarath senses that she twines with lemon and green tea. « They are beautiful straps, Itazurath. »

Riyth bobs his head approvingly towards Dhiammarath. Jozzie seems to be bobbling her head to mirrior her dragon's. "They look alright to me," she comments. "I think Khaye did a nice job," she says. "For once," she coughs out with a wide, playful grin across her lips.

Hannah giggles softly in Khaye's direction. "He doesn't like his straps?" Dhiammarath croons in Riyth's direction before urging her lifemate on with the oiling. "I know, love, I'm oiling as fast as possible."

<Local> Dhiammarath senses that Itazurath reflects a faint echo of Dhiammarath's remark. » Beautiful, but not dark. Just slightly off the mark. « A rashly glittering sparkle of silver meshes with the mist, melding into it and disappearing. » I suppose beautiful. « Behind the mocking tone of the words, a genuine liking for the overall — overall, mind you — color of the straps and love for his rider lurks.

Khaye chuckles softly to Jozzie, prodding Itazurath with a toe. "You're too picky, you big lump. I'd like to see you even get the right color dye." Itazurath snorts in disdain. Of course he would pick the right color. His judgement is supreme. "Anyways.. Thanks, Jozzie. I think." Hannah recieves a grin. "He thinks they're not dark enough.. Which they are. I told you it would be like that, Taz!"

<Local> Dhiammarath senses that she's voice is a dusting of darkened jade and sweetened honey as her dulcet tones — an echo of her mother — trickle through the entangled jade and honey. « They are beautiful nonetheless. »

Riyth dips into silence as Jozzie begins to scritch his eyeridges. The blue softly coos as she itches the right spot. He bespeaks quietly towards his rider as he is being pampared with affection. "You want your rump scratched?" she inquires with an arced brow.

Naomi goes home.

"Does he have the perfect shade in mind? Sometimes it's hard to get the right shade. I think they're fine. " Hannah says softly, working on her lifemate's honey-tipped tail. "And you Jozzie? How's Riyth?"

Khaye pauses a moment, recieving the answer from her sulking lifemate. "He had a perfect color, he says.. A dark, dark green. Like a leaf, only darker. And… oh, fine, Taz. If I oil you, will you stop /sulking/?" At the very mention of oiling, the brown visibly perks up, so she hops off the couch and goes off to find a pot of oil with enough oil to properly oil him. And as soon as she's gone, Taz sneaks over to the couch and grabs the straps. All his. /His/!

Riyth apsently crosses his facet eyes are a vtol lands on the bridge of his muzzle. He observes it as he blinks his eyelids. Odd specimen. Jozzie, meanwhile, turns to Hannah. "He is fairing well." she says with a smile, "Likes to get in the middle of things, I've found out."

Khaye just has to comment on that: "Riyth probably doesn't like to get in the middle of things as much as.." She spots her lifemate pilfering the straps. "/TAZ/!" The straps drop from guilty paws, but as just as soon picked up again and clutched tightly. All his. Khaye hustles over with her oilpot, glowering. "Let go of it."

Jozzie looks to Khaye, blinking. "Huh?" she says befuddledly. Riyth is now attempting to chomp on the vtol which has taken flight from off of his muzzle. Quickly standing, he stalks off towads the little bugger.

Khaye now attempts to grab the straps, which are stuffed somewhere between Itazurath's paws and the ground. "Nooooooooo!" she howls, trying to pry the 19-foot long brown off the straps. "Get off! It's the straps /I'm/ going to have to be using to stay on in the middle of ::between:: you're standing on! /OFF/!" Riyth and Jozzie are — momentarily — ignored, in light of her new problem. "Get off!"

Riyth is not paying much attention to where he is going, his flanks pivoting as he takes another snap towards the the annoying little creature. He does not see the larger bronze in front of him until it is to late. Ohh-oh!

Itazurath doesn't even budge, but the added momentum of a blue running into his side skids him sideways a few feet. He lets out an indignant trumpet, tail whipping out in Riyth's direction in an attempt to punish him for running into the Most Revered and Worshiped (He wishes) Itazurath. Khaye takes advantage of this to dart in, disengage the straps from around Taz's paws, and run back to the relative safety of the couch. Phew. "Thanks, Riyth! And Jozzie."

Jozzie lands, sprawled out with all four limbs across the ground as the brown twaps him with his tail. The blus sniffles as he looks up at the brown, eyes narrowing. Jozzie chuckles softly, although she frowns towards the brown. "That wasn't nice."

Riyth lands, sprawled out with all four limbs across the ground as the brown twaps him with his tail. The blus sniffles as he looks up at the brown, eyes narrowing. Jozzie chuckles softly, although she frowns towards the brown. "That wasn't nice."

<Local> Dhiammarath senses that Riyth echos his lifemate, « That wasn't nice. » Deep reds swirling in a dark void. « I only wanted that odd specimen » For lunch.

<Local> Dhiammarath senses that Itazurath sniffs, sending out a deep glittery pearl dashed liberally with speckles of stars, Belior and Timor. » Well, you didn't tell me not to hit you. «

Khaye calls out a brief apology, as well, to Riyth and Jozzie, though she stays in the couch clinging to the straps for dear life. They're hers now, and they're going to stay that way. "Jozzie, do you know how to /make/ these things? I wanna get them on Taz before he can eat them or something.."

Jozzie nods, "Sort of, I'm trying to finish my own. I'm going to bring them to the weaver for inspection, then I'll help with yours?" she inquires. Riyth slowly crawls back up to his four-paws and meanders back towards his lifemate.

"Sure." Anything's fine with Khaye, as long as she gets those straps done before Itazurath has too many more chances to eat them. With a sigh, she flops back in the couch, head hitting the pillow. "I think.. I'm going to take.. a…" Whatwith the stress of chores and Itazurath, she's out cold before she even finishes the sentence.

Khaye goes home.

Dhiammarath's Cherry Blossom Escape (#19272)

Clean and sparse adequately describe Dhiammarath's couch. While being sparse in decorations, her couch is homey and inviting with the faint smell of jasmine and lemon clinging to the area that is reserved for the new queen. Soft rushes provide the matting for the dragon's couch, while a futon-like bed is neatly placed to one side for Hannah to sleep one when she is not curled up next to her lifemate.

Gliding about are Mosquiton, Chiernathe, and Inaho.

Gold Dhiammarath is here.

You see Saturn stuffed flit, Hatching Rules, and Capricious Patchwork Gold Llama Bebe here.

Obvious exits:

Barracks

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