Pendren & Lauria are Searched

Living Caverns

The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.

Scattered about in various perches and niches are fifty-three firelizards.

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Lauria, Alars, Pendren, and M'er are here.

Lyria wanders her way into the living caverns, standing very close to M'er, looking a tad lost and confused. "Where are the llamas?" she whispers. "Where are the cookies?" The people in the living caverns are blinked at, and the little rider wiggles her fingers at them,"Hi. Are you High Reachians? Do you know where to find the cookies?"

Lauria is suddenly a lot more interested in Pendren and his little sister, obviously the confirmation that she -is- a new Weyrbrat very exciting for her. "Oh, so you'll be taking care of her, then? She's not going to the nannies?" Or more like-- to the wolves. "She's adorable. And my name's Lauria. Have I met you? Or have I just heard rumors...?" She grins, shaking her head and turning towards her drink. The glass is taken in her hand, but not touched, as she obviously thinks of something else. "I help assist the nannies." Lyria is given a very peculiar glance, coupled with a raise of eyebrows. She doesn't, however, normally answer questions that are aimed at the entire caverns.

Pendren continues to exude an overwhelming sense of innocence upon Alars' prodding. "It's not as if she were stealing so much as if she were honing certain skills." Eyes hood momentarily as fingers scamper alogn the table top to nab at a bit of fruit cut and moistened at the center. "Nelle to the nannies? Ha. You wouldn't want her, that one is nothing but trouble, trouble and headaches, and not necessarily in that order." Lyria gets a brief glance, one bushy brow raising. "Cookies? Well, it's a bit early for most of us to be eating cookies, all though there are some extreme cookie-lovers who are undoubtedly nibbling in the kitchens."

Alars laughs at Pendrens comment but agrees "Good morning dragonriders. He's right, most true cookie lovers would be raiding the kitchen at this hour. If you'd like some klah, weve a full pot here your more than welcome to sit with us."

Kalvin walks in, not really knowing where he is going. He's the new fellow here. A wave is given to the others as he sits down at the closest table.

Lyria ahs quietly. "I see. Well we were looking for some to take home." A pause and she looks back at M'er, then over to Pendren, and edges over toward him and Lauria,"We're Istan." Duh? "We came for cookies. And to see llamas."

M'er follows Lyria in, and quickly soaks up the sight of his old home. "Cookies!" M'er concurs quickly, adding a sharp nod. "We're here for those cookies. And the llamas, too. But cookies come first. And I promised Suith I'd save one for her." And he just wouldn't want to have to be the one to tell her she's not getting a cookie.

Lauria stifles an outright laugh. "Headaches and trouble? I've delt with a lot more than headaches and trouble. Especially with new children to the Weyr, which I deal with a lot, since you have to get them used to this place one-on-one. They like to run and hide, and run some more. You know, children can hide in the strangest places." She sticks her tongue out briefly, before glancing up towards Lyria. "I'm not. Really. A cook. And spend more time keeping kidlets away from cookies than leading them to where they are. Maybe--" she motions towards Pendren, "--well. He probably knows for sure."

"Istan riders? Ooh, escaping some of the heat?" Pendren continues to munch amiably at his sliver of citrus, all the while keeping an eye glued firmly to his company. "I'm no cook either to be sure, but my nose has been twitching all morning, and it really only gets to twitching like this when spice cookies are on the bake." And to demonstrate, a nostril gives a little flare. "As far as llamas go? Best to avoid them at all costs, they spit, and they tend to eat-- things." Specifics? Ha.

Lyria nods slowly and looks from the kitchen, to Lauria, then from Lauria, to the kitchen. And she dissappears for a moment. A faint clattering could be heard and a small 'Oops sorry!'. But she does, after a few minutes, emerge with a sackful of warm cookies. "Hey! Good nose!" Two cookies are procured from the bag, one handed to M'er and the other stuck into her mouth,"Feese fings ah weawwy good.." Try and decipher this if you will.

M'er furrows his eyebrows at the both of them. No cookies out here? How terrible. When he moved here he found the cookies in an hour flat. THene again, he's always had a rather prominent obsession for the baked delights. As Lyria resurfaces from the kitchen, he gives her a wide grin, and takes his cookie. "I told you! We need to teach our cooks how to make them. Or all of the new Candidates. Or both! We could have cookies gallore. I mean, just /imagine/ the possiblities." He breaks the cookie in half, and gulps down one side. The rest is for Suith, apparently. "Now, about those llamas. Even if they /do/ spit."

Lauria offers a very narrow-eyed look at Pendren. "You can -smell- them? With the smell of the klah, and the meat, and the bread, and everything else? You can still smell them?" She shakes her head, but drops her jaw briefly and incredulously as Lyria returns with cookies. "You would make a very good nose for the kidlets," Lauria notes at Pendren. "Very good. They'd honor you with medals and things." She eyes M'er. The enthusiasm. This early. Not legal.

Pendren smiles and ndos to Lyria as if he comprehended any of her crumbly speech that followed the nabbing of the cookies. Nelle, Pendren's cute all be it sinster sister is now puttering about looking for some sort of bruhaha to raise. "Nelle, come 'er, and make sure you--No! Hands -away- from that lizard!" The firelizard in immediate peril is a sleeping bit of blue that belongs to some poor resident or another. Nelle relents, but not before she's told off once more for posterity. "Best time to go llama-searching is in the morning, so you're in luck. Try the lower caverns? I hear they're just splendid for 'It' this time of year." A convulsive little shiver accompanies that last part. Lauria gets a bright smile. "Smell might be a bit of a stretch, but I know my way around the ktichens pretty well, and my nose -does- tend to twitch with baking."

Alars looks up at the mention of Ista, an odd look fades off his face as soon as it appears. "Loverly place Ista, used to live there myself. You probably should avoid the llamas though or at least give them some distance they pack quite a spit. Theyre usualy wherever they want to be, not to sound rude but thats the llamas for you." A few more mouthfulls of stew are taken and a mouth of klah to wash it all down. "You will have to excuse if i dont join in the cookie eating its a bit too early for my sweet tooth to be awake."

Lyria nods satisfactorily and turns on a heel, slinging the cookie-sack over her shoulder, intent on going down to these 'lower caverns' and finding a llama. She stops mid-stride and turns back around,"I don't know where to look." She steps back over to Lauria and Pendren, quietly asking,"Do you think you could show us where to look?"

M'er finishes his cookie (or half, at least) and shoves the rest into his pocket. He quickly searches his memory for the path to the Lower Caverns, but, alas... he's no good at this stuff. Memory and all. What was he thinking about? Oh. Right. "Yeah. And what are your names, anyway?" Inquiring minds want to know.

Kalvin is reading a novel, but looks up at the others when he hears the word klah. "Klah... it's not restricted here?" he whispers to himself. As he stands quickly he stides over through the kitchen, and returns through the door walking back to his table. He takes a sip from the mug and can't help saying, "Mmm."

Lauria looks slightly frightened, but it's more conveyed at Pendren than anything. "It? What's it? I haven't been here during this time of the turn, before. I haven't been here a whole turn, even. Who's It? And why's it's name It?" She stands, however, curiousity preparing her to follow Pendren, if he agrees to lead the group. "I'm sorry," she turns towards both M'er and Lyria. "I still find myself lost in this Weyr on occasion, it's so big. We'd better have him," Pendren is motioned to, "lead us. Well. Because I want to see what he's talking about, too. The kids might just like a look-see. I've spent so much time breaking new children in that I haven't heard any stories from the ones that've been here for turns." She swallows, slightly, finally taking a breath. "I'm Lauria. I help out with the nannies, here."

Alars stands and salutes the riders "Alars, guard-recruit. Its a pleasure to meat you riders" The lower caverns are in that direction, a hand is waved in a direction. "You might want to take some fresh bread, the smell usually attracts the creatures, whether you want it to or not."the last comment is acompanied with a grin.

Pendren blinks at Lyria and M'er, jaw only mildly unhinged. "You want us to take you into the llama lair?" Sure, bodily harm and spitting aside, it might be adventerous-- But-- Squeak. "Yeah, sure, I don't see a problem with it." Fingers clench quietly under the table though his features remain pleasent. Well, here goes nothing... But wait! "I've just had a thought, last time I was doign a little bit of harmless searching around some of the more deeper and darker passages I found a few clumps of shaggy hair and cookie crumbs. One can only think that 'It' has been prowling through there recently. We'll have to go through the bowl..." The teen fans his fingers dramaticly as he peers towards Lauria. "It is only the most ferocious llama to ever wander free among the Reaches! She's got big teeth, wild thatches of fur, and-- word has it-- offspring." Shudder.

M'er smirks at them all, and bows his head briefly, "Well met, everyone. I'm M'er, rider of Suith." At the story of It, M'er scoffs. "Well, too bad Rhamera isn't here. She smells strong enough sometimes - ahem, ahem - to scare away the biggest llama ever." Cheeky little grin. "Anyway. Lead the way!" he says, and motions Pendren to get on with the... tour.

Bundle up 'gainst snow or sun! The bowl is open to seasons' wrath.

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 southeast reveals the cold, glittering, glacial lake.

It is a summer midmorning.

Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are nineteen firelizards.

Green Kelitath, bronze Oirfeath, blue Qelketh, green Suith, and brown Rilskiath are here.

You see a wagonmaster, Shafirah, and republican bush here.

Pendren and Lauria are here.

Lyria points decidedly towards the bowl,"Off we go, then!" She pauses however to note,"Yes. It has kids. Boy and Girl." Lyri's informed, she is. "Oh right. I'm Lyria. Rilskiath's rider." Who, in fact, comes curiously bounding over to whuffle the two Reachians. "No. No the cookies aren't person sized." She holds up the sack to the brown,"The cookies are in here." Pause. "Llamas? No. No they aren't llamas either. This is Pendren and Lauria. They're High Reachians. They're showing us where to find the llamas."

"Pendren is," Lauria quickly attempts to correct Lyria. "I'm just following him, overwhelmed in curiosity." The last line drips with a bit of sarcasm. "Maybe I can write something on this llama, if someone tells me more of the story." She turns towards Pendren. "Maybe you can tell us more about It as we head over there."

Pendren is suddenly-- snuffled. "I, Oh, hello, um." Flustered? Nah. He peers over at Lauria who also seems to be recieving the blunt of the dragon muzzle. In attempt to remain composed over this new interaction he peeks over at Lauria, M'er and Lyria. "It? Yesyes, fearsome, but kinda cute-- in a frightening way."

M'er is greated by a flash of turquoise that instantly demands attention. Suith finds herself standing in front of M'er, mouth open, waiting for her cookie. M'er obliges, and the dragon is quickly appeased. Oh, look. Other people. SHe bounds off to see them all. "Well, well. Say hi to Suith, everyone. Or she might get mad." After all, in her mind, she deserves /everyone's/ attention.

Lyria nods solemnly . "Yes, the llamas. We're going to go see them now, Ski..." She edges away from the brown, who slithers around to sit in whatever path they were about to walk in. Blinkblink. "Rilskiath. Move." The brown sighs at his rider then hesitantly moves out of the way. Lyri shakes her head and offers the explanation coming from the dragon,"He says he'll let us go because you two should have a last look at the llamas before you come to Ista." Pause... Lyri gives the dragon a weird look,"What /are/ you talking about?"

Lauria turns about, dragons bounding towards her and Pendren at multiple angles. "Are the dragons from Ista always this... cuddly?" She's running a hand through her hair now, straightening it from the abusive whuffling. "Oh. Go to Ista? Nah, I really don't think I have much time off to go to Ista, at the moment. It's getting warmer at High Reaches right now. Maybe I'll visit Ista on a rainy day?" She's not jumping to conclusions. Dragons are just naturally strange like that.

"Hello Suith," is offered obediantly by Pendren before he offers in an off-hand manner-- "I didn't know dragons were fond of cookies." The ground weyrs are given a point by the teen as he begins to set off in that direction before-- plunk. "Oh, no s'alright, I'm sure he didn't mean to-- Ista? We're going to Ista?" Bamboozlement colors Pendren's words as he peers uncomprehendingly in Lyria's direction.

"Ista!" Is smacks M'er quite hard. "Yes, yes. You're going to Ista. Both of you." Suith concurs this with a draconic nod. "And don't say no, 'cause then Suith and Rilskiath will have to drag you there. And that wouldn't be fun, you know. May as well enjoy the flight and all, 'cause you'll have all sorts of chores afterwards."

Lyria nods solemnly and waves her hands at the pair, shooing them towards the dragons,"That's right. You're standing at Quarith's clutch." Fingers are waved towards the dragons,"Go on then. Up you go."

Pendren knows better than to argue, but certainly not enough to stop boggling like a right idiot. "On the--Mm, alright, I see." And up he goes! Ba da da daaa!

With a regal sweep of his head, Rilskiath allows Pendren to board and settle into a nook between ridges.

With a regal sweep of his head, Rilskiath allows you to board and settle into a nook between ridges.

Lauria widens her eyes, probably breaking out into a sweat, but she's so numbed she can't even comprehend it. "Standing...?" She mutters. "Standing..." The woman, surprised and still stunned, does as is stated.

Rilskiath takes the liberty of edging towards Lauria and trying to nose her. "Yes. Standing. Comecome," impatiently says Lyria.

With a regal sweep of his head, Rilskiath allows Lauria to board and settle into a nook between ridges.