Livesta Is Searched

Logfile from Saph.

Central Bowl
Seven spindles brush the clouds overhead, displaying a jagged, spired cotillion grey-stoned majesty. The bowl from here is expansively large, extending a full half-mile in both directions, and though a bit of a stretch at times, most of the hubs of activity can be easily observed. Hard-packed ground shows the common pathways, all of them meandering about the craggy bunch of boulders that form a centerpiece within the middle of the otherwise vast emptiness.
The hatching grounds and leadership weyrs are located to the north, while the sounds of herdbeasts noisily allude to the pens slightly east of there. Constant traffic marks the entrance to the westward living caverns, and a glance… [look closer]
It is a spring evening.
To the north, you see a gold and a brown dragon.
To the southeast, you see four dragons.
Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are seventeen firelizards.
Green Kelitath, green Fiareth, blue Rubyth, bronze Farleth, green Ainth, green Chrideth, and green Phirath are here.
You see a wagonmaster and Shafirah here.
Livesta is here.
Obvious exits:
Pens Northern Bowl Caverns Ground Weyrs Passageway Lakeside Guard's HQ

You slide gently down Phirath's crystalline neck and land with a soft thud.

Livesta picks her way out of the Living Caverns with utmost care, making sure not to step on any collapsed flizzen, poor things! With a soft sigh, the lass makes it safely away from the cavern enterance, peering at the many vacant ledges about to bowl. So many ill firelizards and dragons, making the nooks and crannies seem so vacant… Another sigh, and Livesta starts trudging across the bowl, feeling utterly depressed. Then again, she has four sick fireliards to deal with. No wonder she is sad!

Never fear for Phirath is here! Or at least the sight of the pale and healthy Istan green should lift some spirits, even if her lifemate will soon take all those spirits away. Landing carefully so she has a wide berth from the infected Phirath crouches and offers a forelimb helpfully as the now visibly pregnant Sapha dismounts. Taking a moment to remove parts of her leathers that aren't so flattering, gloves helmets etc. The greenlet peers. "You. Yes you there." She points at Livesta. "Point me in the direction of Chelle, she's a blue-rider, bout my hieght, can't miss her." Charming.

Livesta's gaze is actually drawn away from the ground when Phirath arrives, but doesn't stay up for long. Until Sapha call's to Livesta, that is. Blinking in silent suprise, Livesta glances about the bowl for anybody matching that description. Failing to see this 'Chelle' person anywhere, the lass frowns ever so slightly, thinking swiftly. Chelle? Seen her today? Hmmm… "I'm sorry, but I haven't seen Dragonrider Chelle today, ma'am. If her blue is healthy, she might be out collecting supplies for the Weyr. That's what most of the riders are doing." Calm and collected, thank the stars! At least Livesta doesn't intimidate.

Sapha mutters, probably un-nice things under her breath, but she's keeping her distance so that's good right? Or something. "Hmmm, that's a possiblity. Well who else is there out and about?" She asks, but seeing as she failed to fill in the resident about what she wanted Chelle for, it may be hard for Livesta to point her in the right direction. "Um, nevermind, Rhajath's sick, I won't be seeing her today." Night, whatever. "Don't you have chores or something?"

Livesta shakes her head slowly, having listened patiently should further be required of her. "No ma'am. I finished my chores a short while ago. Is there anything else I might be able to help you with?" That's it, offer to be of service! Erm, maybe that wasn't sucha good idea? Oh well, too late! "By the way, my name is Livesta, ma'am. Resident Livesta, at your service." And a neat curtsey is dipped. Thank you, mother, for that bit of teaching!

Sapha shifts her wieght so shes standing in that hip forward model's pose. "Really? I would have picked you for a Bubs or a Betty, Livesta's got spunk." Oh wait did she just insinuate that Livesta didn't. "Don't suppose you know if there is a decent brew abouts do you? I mean herbal tea, not ale or the like. Gotta watch out for baby don'tcha know." She comments conversationally, one hand sneaking a pat on her widdle bump. "Oh yeah, Sapha, Istan Wingsecond, and this is Phirath." The other hand pats the leg of her lifemate affectionately. Phirath is far too busy maintaining her watch on her perimeter, but allows a whuffle of greeting none-the-less.

Livesta curtseys more deeply as Sapha introduces herself, then salutes the rider as she straightens up. "I think my mother found Livesta to be diffrent enough so as not to be confused with other weyrbrats," she offers gently, then tilts her head thoughtfully, thinking over the question of drinks. "There are a number of teas, mainly ones high in nutrients. Any particular preferance, ma'am?" Ooh, now don't those sound good? An herbal tea might be nice, actually. Definetly would ease some stress…

Sapha frowns, "Ick, I forgot about all that curtseying non-sense." She mutters, rubbing her forehead with her free hand. "Uh, do you have any with —Faranth! How come I always forget that name!" It started out pleasant enough, however it soon disintergrates into a whine. "How bout you surprise me." She winks, regaining her small shread of niceness. "Yeah." Sounds like a plan. "But me and Phi aren't moving from this spot. I've heard that High Reaches were the cause of this plague or whatever, so I have to take extra precautions." Yeah or she's lazy, take your pick.

Livesta nods, taking the mutter to mean she should stop curtseying, and steps back before turning toward the Living Caverns, murmuring to herself a list of available teas. Then the last comment sinks in and the lass turns, hands on hips, and eyes Sapha sharply. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but that is entirely untrue. The plague has been traced to Fort, and possibly to Southern, as origins. The 'Reaches are entirely innocent of this." Ah, so she does have some spine! Plucky lass, and good for her! "And likely, wild firelizards are the source, and nothing can be done about them." Again the turn, and she stomps off toward the caverns, muttering darkly yet intent upon getting the woman her drink. Sapha is, after all a Wingsecond, and due /some/ respect.

Sapha chuckles to herself somewhat as the girl goes off in a snit. "Well that wasn't what P'renn told me." She comments, more to Phirath who is staring omninously down at the rider. "What! How could I have known that Phirath?" She grumbles, obviously someones getting a talking to, and it isn't Livesta.

Livesta returns shortly, still muttering a tirade against Istan riders who think they know everything. Clasped in her hands is a carefully covered mug, steam issuing from the edges of the covering. "I hope you like mint flavours. Peppermint with mint-leaf, and a bit of citrus, I think. Rather nice blend, or so said the lady who suggested it," the lass manages to say as she approaches, and even keeps a civil tone. "Apparently, it is very clearing of the mouth and replenishes some of the more vital nutrients." And she offers the cup to Sapha.

Sapha takes the cup graciously, cos she does know everything, well nearly everything as Phirath stops her looming over her and turns to inspect the High Reaches person now within her perimeter. Taking a sip from her mug Sapha smacks her lips. "Mmm this is good, my compliments and all that." She comments before frowning. "I'd suggest standing very very still right now Livesta." She warns, quirking a brow at her lifemate who is pretty much assessing the girl. Up close and personal like, one very large and multi-facetted eye level with Livesta's face, but not to worry, it's slwoly whirling azure clearly indicates Phiraths current mood.

Livesta has absolutely no intention of making any move other than to nod in response to Sapha's words. The lass has some sense, after all. Hmm, pretty eyes. Blue and green are very in, don't you know? "Hello, Phirath," is all Livesta utters, and that in a faint whisper. Uh, close-ups are really not my thing, thanks.

Like Phirath cares as she swings her head to ensure the greatest visual coverage of the girl. "What is it with you lately Phi? Everytime we meet someone new— Er I'm so terriably sorry, she does have manners honestly." Sapha switches from berating her lifemate to apologising in a blink of an eye. "And what if I don't want too? Didja think of that huh?" And her attention is captured once more, by her errant lifemate.

" Um, it's okay. I'm starting to get used to it…" is Livesta's calm answer. Blink blink. Just /why/ do all the drgons take an interest in her? First Nylca's green, then the Weyrleader's brown, and now this Istan's green, too… Bah. This is what one gets ofr living in a Weyr! "You know, I think I should go check on my fair. Really. No need to examine me anymore, right?" Not that she doesn't just love the attention, but being examined is not exactly fun!

Sapha grumbles and mutters, before taking a sip of her tea. "No, I'm sorry Phirath's not going to let you do that. In fact." She pauses pregnantly as she sips once more. "The only thing Phirath is going to let you do, is come back with us, to Ista and Stand for Miyakath and Bydelths clutch." She scowls, the things she does for her suddenly Search Dragon. "So you'd better say yes." And the whirling in Phirath's eyes increases.

Ooh, pauses pregnantly? Now isn't that just so! Still, Livesta is caught a bit off-guard by this statement. But that really doesn;t last long, "Now wait just a minute! I have four very ill firelizards who need my attention. They cannot ::between::. They can't even fly. so me going much of anywhere is out of the question!" Forget Phirath, those flizzen need her, poor things!

Sapha quirks a brow. "So essentially you are saying no to the honor Ista is paying you?" Sapha asks just to be sure. "We won't force you to do anything, but I think you should think long and hard about it." She comments evenly. "As for your firelizards, I'm sure I can ask someone nicely to ferry them across, but they sure as shards aren't getting any where near my Phirath."

Livesta sets her hands on her hips once more, a rather fierce glare lighting her eyes. "I am /not/ leaving my fair alone here. That isn't excatly good care, and they /do/ depend upon me! And if you are oh-so-worried about Phirath, they can be isolated from her, you know! As for me turning down Search, that depends entirely upon you!" Hmm, time to drag ou the redwort again?

Sapha grimaces as Phirath takes matters into her own hands, and a blue suddenly appears in the skys above. Downwards the Istan pair spirals until they land a safe distance from the senior green pair. "Who said anything about leaving your firelizards unattended? This is I'nez, and Codeth. Codeth, is sick unfortunately, but not too sick to be unable to carry you an yours back to Ista. However, in the end the choice is yours." Sapha shrugs as she starts replacing her gloves and such on her person. "One in a lifetime opportunity and all that."

Oh, the wonders of thoughtful riders! Instantly, Livesta nods and vanishes into the Caverns, and can be heard speaking rapidly to a number of people, apparently tellign some where she is going and others what to do with certain things while she is gone. In moments hte lass is back, out of breath but with four firelizards precariously perched across her shoulders, each of them looking the worse for wear. Poor things, all tired and ill. With a word of thanks to someone who presses a package into her hands, the lass presents herself to Sapha and I'nez, curtseying. "All set, ma'am, sir." And she waits for instructions, as happy as can be. Quick change of mood, no?

Sapha finishes redressing, and climbs up Phirath's sides. "That's nice dear, just pop yourself up onto Codeth, I'nez remember what I told you?" She quirks a brow from her position on Phirath's neck, and the young bluerider scrambles down the blues hide to offer assistance with Livesta and her things, and of course the firelizards.

You clamber up Phirath's crystalline neck and set yourself between two peridot neckridges.

Livesta smiles gratefully at I'nez, quietly offering her thanks, and accepts his aid up to the blue's back, settling as directed.

You take off.

{Deleted Travel Spma}

Candidate's Barracks
Long and low, this large room angles back into the mountain in a near-perfect rectangle, devoid of windows and hearth. A functional room — the black volcanic rock has been painted with a cheerful mural, with the other walls painted in green and orange thoughtfully, before resuming the 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 nine firelizards.
You see Beau's Spiffy Alpha Male Pad, Ashlee, Den Of The Alpha-Female, Jesus's Omega Universe, The Loner-NonFish Hideout, Aradia's Cot, Xarine's Cot, Nei's Nest, Ora's Beta Fatale Sanctuary, Malek's Cot, Nefret's Gamma Core, Sainin's Cot, Amaril's Hammock, Mlina's Comfy Cot, Xveiya's Dangerously Stinky Hideout, Niara's Cot, and A Mural here.
You notice Aradia, Oralia, Xarine, Sainin, Mlina, Neiana, Beau, Nefret, Xveiya, Niara, Rielle, Jesiya, and Malek asleep here.
Obvious exits:

Sapha sends a drudge running for a cot. After a few minutes the drudge returns dragging a big heavy cot for Livesta.

Livesta searched.
Livesta set as a Candidate (Searched).
Livesta has joined Ista Weyr.

Sapha stands, semi-paitently as she waits for I'nez to bring in the rest of Livesta's things. "See, this is where you'll be living for the next little while. Get used to it, in a couple of day's you'll be added to the chore roster, and that is going to be hard work. A couple of rules before I leave you with your new 'friends'" She drawls the last word. "Firstly, no sex, no alchohol, no making babies. And secondly, you will learn to show a little more respect to riders, or else you'll find your chores being very unpleasant." She burbles, nicely. mainly to take the sting out of her last words.

Livesta simply nods, glancing about and quickly taking possesion of her cot from the drudge, monosyllable answers the thing of the moment. THe last of Sapha's recital elicits a grin, but other than that Livesta is still absorbed in settling her woeful fair. The flizzen are cosseted and reassured, and small round /things/ from the packet are popped in mouth after mouth. "Now, now. Rest." Hmm, monosyllables with them as well.

Seeing as everything appears to be slowly sorted Sapha takes a step or two towards the door. "Excellent, I have to get going. My daughter expected me home a while ago I suspect." She offers by way of explaination then she's out the door to let Livesta settle in.

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