5/22/2011
11:49 AM
Logfile from Flandynn.
Xanadu Weyr - Observation Level(#8686RIJ)
Dark blue seats form a semi-circle around the sands below, the lowest row separating from the sands themselves by merely a railing. The seats climb upwards, each row a bit higher then the previous, and they are broken up into sections by 3 sets of staircases. Lights are evenly spaced along the outer wall, lighting the seats and the sands easily, though they tend to be dimmed unless a major event is taking place. A large balcony looms overhead, darkening some of the seats, providing a place for observers of the draconic kind to watch without obstructing the view for others.
When one looks over the railing, the oddly hued sand below can be seen easily, the circle-shaped area of the sands spread out to the far walls, the sand itself a unique mixture of red and white grains.
People: Flandynn and Thea
Obvious exits:
Foyer <FO>
SIGNS: Check out +help for commands on the cavern.
Flandynn has a penchant for taking steps two at a time, and tripping at least once during this process. This time is no different than any others, for exuberance once more nearly brings him to his knees at the top. A hand slaps out to strike the wall, catching himself before suffering the scuffed knees of a ten turn-old. Fingers trail along the railing as he follows the curve where observation is just shy of the sands below, lowest level. Dark eyes look out onto the sands 'til he pauses dead center. Throwing chance to the winds, he vaults that railing, only to sit his arse right upon it with legs dangling over. Hands plant to either side of him as the anchor, keeping a grip on that railing his butt is planted on. "Hey, eggs."
Normally the Weyrwoman would be sitting in that first row of the level, in fact, her little work table is set just a little ways off from that railing Flandynn has just so carelessly vaulted. This afternoon, however, she's gone up to the very back top level for some reason or other and is lost to the shadows. Two pairs of eyes have observed his entrance and feat of daring. However, since his fall would be nowhere near her eggs, Seryth just chuffs softly and remains relaxed. Thea, in the process of making her way down as the boy seats himself and greets the eggs, merely chuckles, shaking her head as she draws up behind him. "I'll have to say, I don't think I've seen anyone talk to this batch of eggs quite so cheerfully."
Flandynn's feet swing back and forth, walking the air in an aimless movement that still leaves him quite settled upon that railing. "So, do anything exciting today…" His query trails off, leaving the teen to twist around and look back towards Thea. One hand comes free, leaving his precarious perch even more chancy, ushering off a salute to the woman along with a bowed chin. "Do people often talk to the eggs, ma'am? Candidates past? I… did you?"
While she is tall she could also be considered long; her chest is long, her arms are long, and her legs are most certainly long. But for all her length, she isn't exactly the thinnest of girls, packing a bit extra weight around her arms and most certainly her thighs and lacking greatly in the bust area. While it may look average, her weight is certainly over what would be considered the target weight of her height of 5'10 rests. And for all her length it is no wonder that her face matches in a particularly long oval shape. Her nose is certainly long enough to match with a wide bridge and the tip of her nose being a little extra large and settled between large eyes. Her eyes are a dull sort of hazel, looking almost gray in coloring. As if to add salt to the wound, her hair is brown and falls particularly limp around her face, not framing or drawing any particular attention to her face or any feature about her. She is no darkly tanned woman, rather, she is pale from the lack of adventures to the outside world during her Apprenticeship.
She wears not fine clothing or flashy clothing that would stand out in a crowd, instead settling on the dull and almost mute colors of whites and soft grays. The gray colored shirt she wears fits loosely, looking more cut for a man than a somewhat curvy woman and looking entirely unappealing. Her pants are the only thing that really have a flare to them as they are more loose fitting than the shirt, held on by a belt and looking a little more fit for a woman but the shirt detracts from this appeal as it hangs down almost to her thighs and giving her a rather straight appearance than a curvy woman. Upon her feet are worn out boots that have seen better days and are close to their expiration date.
Around her wrist there is a charm bracelet. This charm bracelet is rather crude in design, the chains are poorly made but were made with love and care. They are old and worn, but, they have held together for quite a few Turns. The work was obviously made by an Apprentice in their early attempts, but despite this, it is well made and cared for greatly by the wearer. The charm is rather large, misshaped and only the one who wears it can really say what it is, but it is up for guesses for whoever sees it.
Upon her shoulder she wears the knot of a Journeyman Computer Crafter with the colors of Xanadu Weyr mixed in.
Carrying:
Charm Bracelet
Thea is close enough to reach out a hand and grip the back of the teen's collar, though what good she'd do if he fell other than either hang the poor guy by his shirt or be hauled over with him is besides the point. Calmly, "Careful! Ah…how about sitting on -this- side of the railing, hmm?" Her expression is carefully schooled to keep amusement at bay, though there's the merest bit of dance to her ice green eyes. Tilting her head to eye the lad, "They do when they're touching them, yes, quite often. You… didn't?" Releasing his collar, albeit reluctantly, she lowers herself into one of the seats, "I did indeed. But maybe it was more to myself than the egg. I… it was disquieting enough, the experience was, that it seemed they wanted something from me."
Flandynn is collared, instantly mentally transferred back to a time ten or so turns back when he was a 'bad, bad boy', less than half his size, and shamed for leaving the door to the paddock open to let all the domestics loose, or the time he cut his younger sisters hair with gardening sheers, or the time stole that pie that was cooling on the windowsill or…. "Yes, ma'am." Balance continues to be precarious as he sort of swings his legs over, wobbling still. "If I admit that I did speak back, that doesn't make me crazy and in need of a session with a mindhealer, does it?" His smile returns, a thing of good-nature and a touch of rider-tweaking. "Aye. And did you find out what was wanted?"
A day off has Kiley about doing various tasks that are craft related and some that are not. One of these tasks brings her to the observation level once more with a empty journal and pen in hand. Her steps come to pause at the entrance as she spots both Weyrwoman and Flandynn there at the railing. She ducks her head slightly and makes her way in further, settling down upon one of the seats and then she begins to write. A thoughtful frown works onto her brows as she peeks at the eggs before returning to her papers and continuing this as she writes. However, attention is drawn to Thea and Flandynn for their conversation. Her mouth opens then closes and her gaze returns to her writing, where she focuses her attention for a little longer so not to interrupt.
Firmly, "No, it makes you normal. Sitting on the railing like that on the other hand…" Thea's grin is a touch malicious, mostly teasing while waggling one hand and shrugging. Her smile turns lop-sided while her eyes drift towards the eggs down there on the sands, though by the far away and unfocused gaze she's likely seeing a clutch from ten turns back rather than the present one. A breath or two later she answers thoughtfully, "They seemed to ask rather than answer if I recall correctly." She turns a bright-eyed look at him, tilting her head inquisitively, "Did you not hear anything at all when you touched them?" Kiley's entrance is noted, of course, the movement of another person drawing her eyes, if only to see who it is, eyes flickering from the girl to the journal. Her greeting is a simple, "Hello Kiley."
Flandynn's murky dark eyes find Kiley's tall form the moment she crosses into the observation area. There goes his manly image, collared by a goldrider, plucked from the railing like a naughty 'brat. Unfortunately, it doesn't get much better despite the smoothing of fabric over his front, because he is getting hand-waggled at as well. "It wasn't just hearing. I felt something too. That I did. Different things. I had heard tales, but like anything… you don't really believe 'til you've been there, done it." His voice lowers a touch, "Nothing I imagined really quite prepared me at all." A breath later and his voice lifts quite louder, directed towards the further-off Kiley, "What did you feel when you touched them?" The word 'touched' gets an added hand gesture, both hands coming out with fingers splayed as if to squeeze the air, looking almost more accidentally suggestive than 'touching an egg'.
Kiley smiles at Thea when the greeting comes her way and she nods, "hello ma'am. How are you?" It is a polite question before her eyes are drawn back towards the sands to study, then dropping to write something in the journal. A few more notes are written before her gaze lifts. "I don't think they know what they want yet, they're still babies.. I spoke with Amelia and K'ael about them yesterday.. They'll know when they Hatch, is what they said." The pen comes to rest briefly on her chin, tapping once, then twice before dropping back down to the paper and scrawling a few more notes down. Her gaze is drawn to Flandynn once the writing is done, listening to the other candidate with a tilt of her head. "I never really heard much about touching eggs before I touched them." She admits before he speaks towards her, brows lifting for his hand gesture before cheeks flush a dark shade and her gaze turns instantly back to the sands. "They were testing.. Most of them were. It was all different, reach egg was different and yet they all had something in common. Except the one that felt like love." This draws a shudder from the woman.
Collar-snagged he may have been and in front of a girl, but at least he's not getting eye-rolled at. The Weyrwoman is taking him seriously, at least for the time being. "Seryth's egg rained on me," she offers briefly. "But no amount of telling quite matches the experience, you're correct there. That's fairly true in most things, not just with those eggs." His hand grope-gesture garners a twist of lips and a soft snort - more of a whoosh of air through her nose in amused fashion. Teenagers! "I'm well, thanks Kiley," Thea answers easily enough. As Kiley shudders, a hint of perplexity shows on the Weyrwoman's face, but she merely notes, "I think it's more their personalities that you feel rather than their knowing anything. After all, they haven't been out in the world yet. They only know there's something more-" Her fingers make air quotes, "out there."
Flandynn drops his hands back down to his sides with a dull thap of palms against the fabric of his trousers. "Testing is a good word," he follows after Kiley, Keroonian accent playing in his voice. "Made you ask questions of yourself." He peels away from the railing, pushing off from leaning against the thing to take a couple of steps to the side, clucking his tongue towards Kiley, "Don't discount love." His smile turns at his lips, laced with teasing. Eyes return to the Weyrwoman, "Cramped up for all of their known life, left to bake in the heat, getting rolled around hither and back, and then having strange people put their hands all over 'em? Sounds like a fine time at this hole in the wall I've been to in Igen. Otherwise, I wouldn't know what to think about that either."
Kiley blinks and looks at Thea with wide eyes. "You remember her egg? What was it like? What was it colored like?" Her eyes focus on the Weyrwoman as she turns a page in the journal to take down notes should the woman answer. A smile forms easily on her lips and she nods, "that is wonderful to hear, ma'am." Her observation of the eggs is met with a thoughtful nod. "I suppose that is true.. Then most of them seem as if they want to test their riders if that is a hint of their personality." Brows draw into a thoughtful frown before she glances over at Flandynn to nod her agreement. "They made you question yourself and your reasons." However it is the clucking of his tongue that brings the computer crafter to turn a darker shade of red, "love is complicated and unnecessary, entirely too hard to understand. I prefer to avoid it." To her journal is where her attention goes as she scribbles a few idle notes, "why would there be a hole in a wall? That seems inefficient. Nonetheless, I spoke to a few people and they speculated that they were all probably scared or grumpy that we were waking them."
While Flandynn speaks, Thea listens, quietly alert to the nuances of his voice, accent noted but then he mentions Igen. "You seem to have gotten around quiet well for a person without wings at his disposal," she notes mildly. No mention of Keroon in there, no outright questions. "Confined like that and increasingly aware? Perhaps they draw something from the contact - I've always thought they did anyway." His chide to Kiley draws a lift of one dark brow, but her attention shifts subtly towards the girl. "Her egg? I… barely recall the shell." A soft smile of reminiscence curves her mouth, fingers flutter vaguely, "Khaki and gold with olive swirls I think. But it was… lonely and longing. It made me want to go home but there was a feeling that home was something intangible, unattainable all at the same time. I… wept." Her clear-eyed gaze refocuses on Kiley's face, this time her puzzlement is obvious. "Love isn't something you approach with the mind, but the heart. There's really no logic involved." Her smile is a touch mischievous, "Watch out, it can sneak up on you."
Flandynn looks towards Kiley once again, his smile broadening at her last words, "A figure of speech, but it did… pretty much well look like one as well." His chest expands with a breath, head ducking towards Thea, "I have feet. They get me to where I need to be, but I won't turn down a ride either." Grin broadens enough to flash teeth ruthlessly, just as bad as those well-used dimples. He does boyish well. "I'll leave you ladies to talk of love, for I've a date with a chore for the afternoon. Faranth forbid, I stand her up." With that said, and another sketched bow, the teen heads out the way he came in.