8/15/2011
11:20 PM
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: Fl'ynn, Ur'con, and Briana
Obvious exits:
Foyer <FO>
SIGNS: Check out +help for commands on the cavern.
It is midafternoon at Xanadu Weyr and well Winter is already showing its mighty chill though it is still Autumn. An Autumn full of rains and if the temperatures continue as they are a winter full of snow for the weyr. All Briana can say is that Sahazyth 'picked' a good time to fly since much of her time is spent in the warmth of the sands of Xanadu. She is currently standing at the rail looking very intently on a small group of candidates finally being allowed on the sands. Sahazyth keeping a rather watchful eye on the group as well, but allowing them at least.
Ur'con is there as well, though he's somewhat more laidback about it…he's lounging on the steps of the galleries, with a glass of something at his elbow, his eyes on the candidates…and on the big, pale bronze that hovers near to Sahazyth, giving her soothing, rumbling reassurances about the 'strangers' being near their clutch!
Fl'ynn is a stranger of sorts, puttering into the caverns with dampness pressing his typically chaotic hair close to his skull, a flush to his cheeks born of windburn and cooler things, and a pounce to his steps that he will claim as all his own. "Oh hey, touch the blue one! You!… No, the red head. Yeah, you. Touch the blue one. I've got good money on that one being a green." The teen offers up a thumbs up when the red headed boy goes to lay hands to a powdery blue egg. Steps are taken two at a time, only as far as the railing. "Hey, Briana!… and uhm… I don't know you." You clearly, or not so clearly, meaning Ur'con. "But I would -that is, like to get to know you."
For the most part Briana's eyes are unfocused as she works with Darlth to keep the gold settled, though Fl'ynn's exclamations surely draw her out of that conversation. She looks up to him eyes focusing upon the teen and a smile coming to her lips for him. Yes it seems this is a friend. "Don't push them like that Fl'ynn…" She teases and motions for him to join closer to her and Ur'con. She motions between the two men, "Bluerider Fl'ynn of Xanadu, please meet Ur'con, rider to Bronze Darlth of Eastern." She says giving a nod to the bronze on the sands.
Ur'con offers a bemused wave to the young bluerider, and inquires, "One of your clutchmates, Briana?" He does glance out at Darlth, but the putty colored bronze seems to have his task well in claw for the moment. "Pleasure to meet you, young man." His expression says a lot though…mostly, 'listen to the goldrider about those eggs!'.
"Just offering up a pointer. I bet you /anything/ he impresses to whatever is in that egg. If it is green though, all the better." Good chances on green, thank you very much. Amusement lurks deep in Fl'ynn's murky brown eyes, dimples making a showing to lighten up his visage further. The teen takes up position against the railing, trusting in the thing as his weight leans against. "Nice to meet you, Ur'con." He'll give a wave out to the bronze and gold out there as well, for all they notice him or not. It is the polite thing to do. "Fancy eggs." He looks back to the bronze and goldriders, "Granted, I've only ever seen one clutch before, but considering what dragon they came out of… fancy works for me."
"Yes sir, Fl'ynn was one of my clutchmates and one of the ones that stood by me." Briana says with a smile to the bluerider, her face quite relaxing in his presence. Definately a friend. "Yeah, I am pretty happy with them…especially now that Sahazyth is not hiding them all the time. " She can't help but smile at the blue's comments and looks out to the sands, "Well he could impress any colour save one…Why do you think he would be good on green?" She asks in a curious tone as she looks over to the lad.
Ur'con chuckles a bit, and sits up so he's no longer lounging. He chuckles a bit, and keeps his own commentary to himself as to why a young bluerider might fancy another on a green! And they say bronzeriders are implacable! "Then it's a double pleasure to meet you, Fl'ynn. Good to see someone with clarity enough not to let preconceived notions ruin a perfectly good friendship."
Fl'ynn twists about, only to bounce up and his his rear upon the top of the railing. It is a precarious balance, for all the cares. Dusky fingers curl around that rail as an added anchor to keep his place. "Mostly because I have marks on green, and we need more red-headed greenriders." The smile that follows that statement is purely puckish. Attention draws back to Briana, curiosity shown in his next query, "Do you think there is a gold out there?" He is next looking on to Ur'con, "Preconceived notions? Never. I wasn't supposed to have any, was I?"
Briana is trying to keep half her attention on the sands and the other half on the men beside her. As Fl'ynn jumps up to perch on the railing, she lifts a hand to his leg. Whether just for contact or to steady him…well maybe both. "I suppose there might be a call for red headed greenriders." She says with a serious nod, though her lips twitch at the last. "There is a chance of a gold…as with any clutch, but I don't know. It was a good flight but she is young." She gives a shrug.
Ur'con chuckles at Briana's answer, as if he found it a good one! "And no, you weren't…but from what I hear, some of your clutchmates did. More's the pity." He shrugs a bit, and offers his own though, "She's young, and Xandu's got a strong senior with a strong daughter. I'd be surprised if there were, but admittedly…pretty proud too." His eyes, bright as they are, twinkle a bit.
Fl'ynn wrinkles his nose at that, "They can preconceive their notions from here to Reaches and back. Their loss. But I'm just a simple ol' farmkid riding a blue dragon, so they are free to judge me all the same. I can tip bovines and ride tail with the best of 'em." Good humor and a generous wink follows that statement. Maybe it is that hand to his leg that garner's the teen's attention, for his dark eyes move back to Briana. Just as quickly as he found his arse on that rail, he is sliding back off of it. At a like height with his clutchmate, the bluerider moves along behind her, hands making as if to press to her shoulders. His next words though are for Ur'con, "Have you had many clutches?"
"I will be glad if that all just hatch and impress without any issues no matter the colour." Briana says as she looks back to the sands, looking over the candidates with a curiosity of their own suitableness for her eggs. As Fl'ynn comes behind her and starts at her shoulders she gives a soft sigh of relaxation to the touch, closing her eyes briefly before a comotion on the sands causes them to whip open. "I will be back in a minute…" She says even as she is sliding beneath the rail to drop down on the sands.
Ur'con nods to the young goldrider as she moves…though he also stands up, in case she needs him to help handle the Candidates! He answers, almost belatedly, and with a rueful chuckle, "Indeed not. This is Darlth's first…though he seems to think he knows everything about the matter. He's been slobbering over the clutch on the sands at Eastern…old Fenrith wasn't paying enough attention to Arolaeth for her liking, I suppose, and Darlth was willing to dandy on her till he caught the lovely out there."