Mavros Weyr and Seahold :: Weyr-Wide Events :: Gathers :: First Summer Gather :: Nosegays and Garlands [Gather Grounds] Page 1 of 2 » Jump to page   Go     Author Topic: Nosegays and Garlands [Gather Grounds] (Read 283 times) WeyrSparrow Administrator [M:0][M:0] member is offline Joined: Feb 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 569 Nosegays and Garlands [Gather Grounds] « Thread Started on Oct 20, 2009, 9:42am » On a warm day in midsummer, blue Nesporth blinked out of between and circled in for a landing over Mavros Bay, choosing, finally, a grassy spot near – but not too near – the place where the central cliffs broke to allow a long, steep, sloping passage down onto the beach. It was bordered on the another side by the fields where the milchbeasts were kept, being the same wide green where Oria had chosen to hold the ill-fated presentation of the first weyrlings almost a turn past. Beyond the milchbeasts the feeding pens could be seen, and the newly planted fields of grain, and beyond that the stark rise of the Eastern Plateau, and the black hole in its side that was the entrance to the beasthold. The border of the Red Wood was visible too, rising up Mount Chariath’s misty slopes and warding off further passage into the island’s interior. The braver holders and weyrfolk sometimes took morning constitutionals at the forest’s edge, but most, when it was necessary, elected to take the pass up from the beach and hurry across the green to the plateau, wary of the forest and of the rumors of felines which circulated with renewed fervor every time a herdbeast disappeared at twilight right under the watch-dragon’s nose, or despite the regular patrols newly imposed on the wherlings by Master Anden. Nesporth, a moderately sized blue, stocky and usually of bright, healthy coloration, landed rather clumsily and knelt, holding out a large foreleg to aid his rider in dismounting. S’bol unfastened the riding straps, fumbling with them with his usual lack of coordination, which nonetheless had seen some slight improvement over the course of the settlement’s first turn. His periodic headaches, unwelcome reminders of the injury he had sustained during the Threadstorm, had lessened with the coming of the good weather, and the responsibility he had been given as Candidate Master appeared to have somewhat settled his anxieties and smoothed the grave lines which had so often creased his brow. Today, though, Nesporth was laden with baskets upon baskets, and there was a slight grey tinge to his hide: his rider was also rather pale, and stumbled a bit as he leapt to the ground. He appeared to be in something of a hurry, and the first thing he did when he dismounted was run to examine the baskets, which were wrapped wholly in makeshift fur covers, and, when he hurriedly unfastened one, revealed themselves to be lined with the stuff too. Nesporth turned his wedge-shaped head back, looking rather concerned, and S’bol batted the dragon’s snuffling blue nose away absent-mindedly as he poked his own head inside to examine the container’s contents. “These ones are fine,” he said aloud, with audible relief, and unfastening the basket from the blue’s harnesses he hoisted it down onto the ground. Nesporth’s eyes nonetheless remained rather purplish, and he nosed clumsily at the others, sending S’bol only anxious feelings, which he only ever did when he was too taken up with worry to put his concerns into words. “These ones too,” S’bol assured him, hastening to look over and unload the rest of their cargo, and patting the blue reassuringly on one flank as he did so. “We shan’t have gone all the way to Nerat for noth – oh dear.” Nesporth, whose faceted gaze had only just begun to revert to its usual turquoise, made a noise deep in his throat that was halfway between a moan and a gurgle, and flinched. The sinous dark green who had just landed soundlessly a ways off eyed him with deep disdain. “We’ve brought you some more, S’bol!”, called Dinah, and leaping down from Wrath she strode over to her fellow rider. The Candidate Master smiled weakly in return. “Oh, really?” he mumbled, rather faintly, running a hand through his curly hair. “Yes,” she continued. “We even stopped by Southern and found you these flowers: you know, in Mirran they say it brings good luck to make a garland of them. All the bronzers always make sure their dragons wear one in the days before the Queen rises.” She grinned widely, and gave S’bol an affectionate pat on the shoulder which he accepted rather jumpily. “Though I suppose Nesporth doesn’t have need of such things, he’s got quite enough luck on his side as it is.” “Yes, I suppose so,” said S’bol, as Nesporth continued to back very unsubtly away from Wrath, and hastily brought the subject back to blossoms. It wasn’t that last sevenday’s flight hadn’t been enjoyable for him, but his blue was probably going to have mild scars. “Did you see if the candidates were on their way over here?” he inquired. “I asked some of them to bring me seabeachplum, if they could find any left on the clifftops.” Dinah frowned. “No, I didn’t. But there are holders headed over here to set up tents and stands, so you might ask some of them if they don’t have anything better to do.” She glanced back over at her dragon, and dropped the basket she had under one arm down with the sizeable cluster S’bol and Nesporth had accumulated in the grass. “I’m afraid I’ve got to head back to my weyr. I have things to set up there. But I’ll ask any other riders I see if they could lend a hand.” “Thank you.” “No trouble. Good luck with your work!” And then they both were gone, rider and green, and Nesporth relaxed visibly, and stopped shuffling back across the field, and S’bol set to work unloading their precious baskets. Inevitably, the contents of some were frost-bitten from their journeys between: the water in one of the moon-flower baskets had frozen over, and the blossoms wilted, but that was only because the fur covering had torn, and most of the others were in good condition. Soon the sun was no longer low in the sky, and the mists of morning almost torn from the far treetops of the wood. Holders and weyrfolk alike were gathering around S’bol on the green, setting up tables and tents and stalls for the summer gather that was coming. It will be a fine day, he thought reassuringly to Nesporth. A fine day because of all the planning that had gone into it: the Weyrwoman and the Headwoman and many others had spent sevendays preparing. There were to be visitors from other holds and weyrs, Traders and Sea Traders alike, Southerners and Northerners and folk from the furthest corners of Pern: the beastcrafters were all aflutter at the prospect of new breeding stock coming in, the holdfolk gathering their marks in the hopes of getting outside goods at cheap prices, all optimistic despite the low value of the island’s newly minted currency. There would be singing, and dancing, and games, and rumors were afoot of a new rider sport to be tested out over the harbor that afternoon – one which S’bol and Nesporth were both eager to join. But for now they were in charge of selling garlands and nosegays. The pittance they earned would be shared amongst the candidates who assisted, and then hopefully the young folk would be able to spend the rest of the morning browsing amongst the stalls. Even if they did spend what little they earned on bubbly pies, as S’bol expected they would, and all came down with stomachaches, at least the dragons and folk of the island would be the more cheerfully bedecked for it. Humming the Duty Song to himself underneath his breath, he began to weave a garland of moon-flowers, and Nesporth curled up around the baskets and watched peaceably, his hide slowly regaining its flush of vivid azure. Candidate participation here is optional: any marks earned, however, may be added to their spending limit. Any other characters with an interest are welcome, and the same applies to them. Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Plotting Page Kiba Adolescent Mavrosite [M:3] member is offline Joined: May 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 203 Location: California, USA Re: Nosegays and Garlands [Gather Grounds] « Reply #1 on Oct 21, 2009, 11:37am » Piyerro was greatly relieved that disaster hadn’t rained down on the Weyr’s head like Threadfall; nearly all of the staff had spent sevendays working in preparation for the summer Gather. Considering the territory’s overwhelmed and bone-weary state, he’d been half-expecting some sort of plague to strike and end the possibilities of such an event. But everything had gone quite well, and so Piyerro was looking around the stalls that were getting set up. Passing by the stall that S’bol and his Candidates managed, the flowers that the bluerider was weaving into garlands caught his eye. Were they...? He headed closer. Yes, they were; white, moonlike blooms and slender purple vines. Some flowers were only a few inches across and others were bigger than his palm, but all of them seemed to glow in the strengthening morning light. They weren’t scented, or else he would have smelled them long before he’d seen them, but both varieties were popular with Mirranese girls. “Moonflowers? Those are common in Mirran,” he remarked. Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Greenrider Gisellaine and Zedorianth Beastcrafter Gerran Weyrling Karredy and Zalmaranth Weyrfolk Piyerro; fire lizard Saffra Tealah Adolescent Mavrosite [M:-19] member is offline Currently Reading: Dragonchoice - http://www.dragonchoice.com/ Joined: Mar 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 197 Re: Nosegays and Garlands [Gather Grounds] « Reply #2 on Oct 25, 2009, 3:50pm » A young blue dragon could be seen lifting off from the eastern clifftops. He laboriously gained altitude, then spiraled down from the heights to land next to Nesporth. He nodded his head in greeting to the older dragon, then crouched to allow his rider to slide carefully down to the ground. "Hello, Candidatemaster!" Cat'na said cheerfully. "I heard you were looking for help with garlands and such so I went looking for flowers for you. Good flying practice and everything." She reached up to unbuckle two small baskets that had been covered and attached to Uskith's harness. "I'm afraid I didn't a whole lot of them, but I did find this." She set down one small, flower filled basket and opened up the other to reveal a firelizard egg nestled inside next to her still-warm, as-yet-uneaten breakfast. " It's very strange. A firelizard egg, all by itself stuck between some rocks. It's still really warm; do you think it could be alive still?" Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged WeyrSparrow Administrator [M:0][M:0] member is offline Joined: Feb 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 569 Re: Nosegays and Garlands [Gather Grounds] « Reply #3 on Oct 25, 2009, 4:57pm » "That they are," S'bol answered Piyerro, pleased to have his work noticed. He smiled. "We gathered them before sunrise. Not in Mirran, though. They have them along the Tidewalk coast, too, and that's far closer." He stretched the long garland of moonflowers between his two arms and held it up in the air for momentary examination. It seemed to meet his approval: he then proceeded to knot the two ends together deftly, and hold the finished product out to Nesporth. The blue ducked his head through and tossed back his neck so that the garland slid neatly into place. After briefly admiring his dragon's appearance, S'bol examined the flowers Cat'na had brought with unabashed delight: Nesporth, in the meantime, was more interested by the egg in the other basket. That's close to hatching, he informed his bonded, knocking his large nose against S'bol's shoulder. Very close. S'bol put down the basket of flowers and squinted at the egg in the other: indeed, as the blue had said, the small orb had begun to tremble, and even as he watched a jagged crack erupted along its top. "That looks alive to me," he told Cat'na. "You might want to take it aside quickly, though, before it eats your breakfast and looks up to see this great lunk." S'bol patted Nesporth roughly on the nose, then glanced back at the weyrling. "You aren't going to let it go wild, are you?" he added. "I hear they make very good pets, and the Weyrwoman hasn't set any prohibitions against them..." Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Plotting Page Tealah Adolescent Mavrosite [M:-19] member is offline Currently Reading: Dragonchoice - http://www.dragonchoice.com/ Joined: Mar 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 197 Re: Nosegays and Garlands [Gather Grounds] « Reply #4 on Oct 25, 2009, 9:59pm » Cat'na had looked aside long enough to give the young holder who'd been there before she'd arrived a friendly smile when S'bol's comment caught her attention. The egg really was alive. It even had a nice crack going through it now that had certainly not been there before. "That's not a bad idea. I wouldn't want poor Nesporth to have a little lizard following him around calling him Mama." She shifted the basket onto her hip, then blinked at it. "I hadn't thought about keeping it. I thought if it really was alive I'd bring it to the Weyrwoman so she could get it to someone it would be useful for, but... I guess the little guy isn't me much of a choice is he? What do you think, Uskith?" she added, turning to the blue. He sniffed consideringly at the basket. If Nesporth's thinks that it would make a good pet... he began doubtfully. Maybe it would be useful? His tone of voice showed that this was as strong of an opinion as she was going to get out of the blue, so Cat'na patted him on the snout affectionately and turned back to S'bol. "I suppose I'll be keeping it then. My breakfast's not exactly raw meat, but it should do." She set the basket down a little bit away from the group and, taking a handful of flowers began to weave some of the flowers together. Granted it wasn't the neatest work, but... "I may as well be useful while I wait for him," she laughed. Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged WeyrSparrow Administrator [M:0][M:0] member is offline Joined: Feb 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 569 Re: Nosegays and Garlands [Gather Grounds] « Reply #5 on Oct 26, 2009, 10:08pm » Grabbing another armful of blossoms, S'bol seated himself by Nesporth's flank and resumed braiding, glancing over every moment or so to check up on the egg in Cat'na's basket, in case it had come any closer to hatching. Scritch-scratch. The crack widened, until finally the small egg split from side to side. A blue like me! exclaimed Nesporth in delight. Only, S'bol, it's paler. And so tiny! Did I look like that when I first hatched? Back off, you great wherry. That's Cat'na's and Uskith's. And no, you were a great deal bigger and fatter. I was most certainly n - CREEEEEEE! The tiny blue shrilled loudly, and proceeded to attack Cat'na's breakfast with gusto. Acrobatic, Flitter-brained, Impatient Small and delicately built, this pale blue delights in aerial tricks, turning flips both in the air and on the ground. He's rather scatter-brained, though, and quickly becomes impatient when there's something he doesn't understand. (It's up to you whether you'd like him to Impress to Cat'na or Uskith - as it will be for anyone else who finds a flit. Also, know that you don't have to stick to the three given traits for the flit's personality - you can add as many as you like, the initial three are just meant to give you a starting point.) « Last Edit: Oct 26, 2009, 10:13pm by WeyrSparrow » Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Plotting Page Theta Adolescent Mavrosite [M:11] member is offline Joined: Mar 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 179 Re: Nosegays and Garlands [Gather Grounds] « Reply #6 on Oct 28, 2009, 5:11pm » (Hope you don't mind another flitter-related intrusion. ) Careful careful! Polth warned B'kar, stepping an awkward skip by his Bonded as they half-ran up the slope to where Nesporth and Uskith were visible. "Sorry, Polth ah can't help it!" B'kar said gleefully, face wide in a happy grin as he slowed slightly, letting Polth come to a halt next to him and poke his head earnestly into the boy's cupped hands. The two were obviously gleefully earnest about something. Do you have food, mine? Food is very important! We must have enough! "Of course I do ya great dolt!" B'kar scolded, gingerly shifting the object in his hands to only his right, then fished around in his pocket for a couple of hastily stashed meatrolls. "Found it in the kitchen, yeah? Nothin' much to grab it something. Gonna keep it 'fore someone else got to it!" He put the food away and cradled the thing in his hands again. I hope you didn't hurt it from running. Polth chastised, collecting himself from eagerly trembling wings and fixed his rider with spinning eyes. "C'mon let's tell S'bor! Won't he be amazed!" B'kar answered, totally unconcerned and totally joyful. "Hey S'bor! Guess what!" He cried, running up the rest of the slope at only a slightly more restrained pace. When he reached the top, breathing hard and grinning, he gently unfolded his hands to show his prize: a small flitter egg, still warm from the hearth where he'd found it. Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Weyrling H'cen of Zenoth Journeyman Healer Anahe [Loki] Wherling Gwyn of Gwysk Weyrling B'kar of Polth Allie Mavrosite Egg member is offline Joined: Oct 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 2 Re: Nosegays and Garlands [Gather Grounds] « Reply #7 on Oct 28, 2009, 5:37pm » From the clifftops, Milan could clearly see the waves crashing to the sand down below--far, far below. The water was blue, nicely contrasting the white crests of the waves as they shattered against the beach, and then washed back out again. The cycle would have been almost hypnotic, if he'd allowed himself to get lost in it. It was tempting, honestly. He would so have loved to simply remain on the clifftops for the rest of the day, letting the bright sun warm him and the sea wind cool him, the salty air soothing and comforting to his olfactoral senses, always reminding him of home. Well, of Southern Boll, at least. That wasn't his home any longer. He'd have to break himself of the habit of thinking that way. This was his home now--here, Mavros. But the sea cliffs were just so high. It was wondrous. He'd never been afraid of heights--even ones as awe-inspiring as these--and so he had no qualms with walking straight over to the very edge, and nudging his toes out into open air, balancing on the balls of his feet as he looked straight downward. He wasn't worried. He wouldn't let himself fall--and the wind couldn't knock him over, either, as it was blowing in his direction. If it did anything, it would push him safely backwards. The atmosphere was relaxing. He closed his eyes, and allowed himself a bit of respite, imagining that he could just step away from the cliff and fly over the sea--no dragon, just him. And for a moment, he entertained the idea of spreading his arms out wide and pretending he could--just to feel the breeze rush through him. But that was such a childish thing to do! He refrained. That's right. He had a duty to do. He'd told Candidatemaster S'bol that he would go looking for seabeachplum. And that he'd done. In a little basket, handle hung in the crook of his elbow, was a small selection of what had been requested. The cliffs had already been well picked over, however, and there wasn't much to be found. He'd collected what he'd seen. It was time to head back now. Reluctantly, he stepped away from the edge of the cliff, feet fully planted on land once again. He trudged away in the direction he'd come from, making his way back. It wasn't difficult to tell what direction he should be heading in--why, he could see several dragons--one of whom he knew was Nesporth--from here! His steps weren't hurried, but neither was he dragging his feet. His pace was perfectly even, and remained so, even as he approached the small group of people and dragons. (Not that anything concerning a dragon was small, but.) Upon arrival, the candidate offered a bow to everyone assembled. "Master S'bol," he spoke up, shifting his basket from his elbow to his hand and extending it to the older man, "I picked what was left of the seabeachplum." It was then that he noticed what everyone seemed to be so excited about. He blinked once, before a slight smile broke out onto his lips. "Firelizards." He stated the obvious. "I'd heard about people finding eggs lately, but I hadn't seen any until now." He glanced to the flittering little blue, seemingly just hatched. What a charming creature. « Last Edit: Oct 28, 2009, 5:38pm by Allie » Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged WeyrSparrow Administrator [M:0][M:0] member is offline Joined: Feb 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 569 Re: Nosegays and Garlands [Gather Grounds] « Reply #8 on Oct 28, 2009, 6:11pm » "Thank you, Milan." S'bol accepted the basket, breaking into a smile: perhaps the blossoms weren't at their best this late into the summer, but at least there were some remaining! He picked up a specimen between thumb and forefinger and looked it over admiringly. Nesporth, who had always been partial to the scent of seabeachplum, leaned his head over, snuffled at it appreciatively, and inhaled half the pink flower in one breath. Oh. Sorry, S'bol. But his rider only patted him affectionately on the nose, laid the basket down on the ground with the rest of the collected blossoms, and stepped forward up the slope towards the radiant B'kar. "Another egg?" he exclaimed, frowning slightly. "Where on earth did you find that one? I can't help but think - " But whatever S'bol couldn't help but think was never to be shared: he trailed off, as the tiny egg in B'kar's hands began to crack open, shard by shard. A delicate green head poked out, followed by a small, well padded body and a very long tail: and a large hatchling squeaked loudly and flailed in B'kar's now-gooey hands as the pieces of its leathery eggshell fell willy-nilly to the ground. Stolid, Determined, Clumsy This green will grow to a sizable length, and her body mass won't be negligible either. Placid and easy-going, she'll pursue anything that catches her interest with quite indefatigable determination. And while she's clumsy on the ground, stumbling and running into things frequently, she drifts and glides sedately in the air, with grace and calm, rather like an overly large wherry or a passenger blimp. Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Plotting Page cruurtun Adolescent Mavrosite [M:0] member is offline Joined: Apr 2009 Gender: Male Posts: 145 Re: Nosegays and Garlands [Gather Grounds] « Reply #9 on Oct 29, 2009, 4:54pm » Gometh soared down to where he could see Nesporth. Draped over his back were several baskets of flowers, plus a note from C'tun, who was making his way there on foot, to avoid overburdening his dragon. Nesporth, Gometh said, Mine has sent a note for S'bol. He is coming, but on foot. He does not want to shake his own load. Gometh reached over his back, and took the scroll case in his mouth, being careful not to break it open with his powerful jaws. He stepped up to S'bol, and placed it at his feet. C'tun wasn't too far away, taking a shortcut down the beach. One hand rested on the fur-lined pouch that contained the flit egg he and Gometh had found in the Traders' area. His other hand was occupied with another basket of flowers, a variety that he had only seen here, on Mavros. Squinting at his destination, he could make out several dragons, most of them, oddly enough, blue. This included the rather distinctive greyish hide of his own Gometh, and the equally distinctive pale hide of Polth. He reached into the fur-lined pouch, to examine the pale, creamy flit egg again. Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged C'tun of blue Gometh B'rax of bronze Gamath B'ram of brown Ganth WeyrSparrow Administrator [M:0][M:0] member is offline Joined: Feb 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 569 Re: Nosegays and Garlands [Gather Grounds] « Reply #10 on Oct 29, 2009, 5:51pm » After listening to the ashy blue's message, Nesporth snuffled curiously and turned his head down to survey his rider. S'bol, he informed him solemnly, Gometh says His is coming by foot. He must be carrying something terribly precious, I think, if he doesn't want to shake it that badly. Gometh flies well and smoothly now, not at all jerkily like he and the others used to fly when they were just learning. And he has brought us many nice flowers! Where did you find flowers this nice, Gometh? They smell very pleasant indeed... And Nesporth snuffled happily at the blossoms on the young blue's back, quite enraptured by their fragrance. S'bol, meanwhile, picked up the scroll case Gometh had set down on the ground before him. And in C'tun's hands, some distance off, the creamy egg cracked and split just as its clutchmate had moments before: and a wedge-shaped head promptly poked out of the wreckage and looked the young man over with whirling red eyes. Intrepid, Affectionate, Nurturing Small and graceful, this delicate green can often be found flitting off in search of new people and places, having both a keen sense of adventure and a bold nature to her name. But she's also equally at home curled before the hearth in her bonded's lap, humming contentedly to herself, happy beyond words to have found herself someone to look after and a fair of beings - dragons, people, flitters, the species matters not - which she can call her own. Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Plotting Page cruurtun Adolescent Mavrosite [M:0] member is offline Joined: Apr 2009 Gender: Male Posts: 145 Re: Nosegays and Garlands [Gather Grounds] « Reply #11 on Oct 29, 2009, 11:22pm » C'tun froze, staring at the remains of the egg, and the green fire-lizard now in his hand. He quickly knelt, being careful not to upset the hatchling, and put down the basket of flowers. He reached into his belt-pouches, and took out a meatroll, a portion of which he offered the little green. She tore into it voraciously, quickly consuming the entire roll. Looking up at C'tun, her eyes shimmered rainbow-coloured, and C'tun gasped, and even Gometh gave a bugle of surprise as the green, sensing his presence of C'tun's mind, forged a connection with him also. Spreading her gossamer wings, the green lifted off C'tun's hand, and landed on his shoulder, gripping the strap of his backpack. Gometh was blinking repeatedly, having quite lost the thread of his thoughts. we foun- um, what was the question again? C'tun finally made it to S'bor and Nesporth, grinning sheepishly. "Sorry, S'bor," he said, putting down the basket again and motioning to the green, still hanging onto the strap of his pack, "She hatched while I was on the beach. She's also the reason why I came on foot." Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged C'tun of blue Gometh B'rax of bronze Gamath B'ram of brown Ganth Kiba Adolescent Mavrosite [M:3] member is offline Joined: May 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 203 Location: California, USA Re: Nosegays and Garlands [Gather Grounds] « Reply #12 on Oct 31, 2009, 1:57pm » “They do grow anywhere with soil, water, and sun,” Piyerro remarked. “After they’ve started growing, it’s hard to kill them off completely except by frost or uprooting--and Mirran is much warmer than Mavros, so the former is very unlikely.” He remembered an errant stand of moonflowers near his Hold, growing about a dragonlength away from the courtyard wall. At first his parents had waved it off, merely setting a few of the drudges to clip the vines every two sevendays or whenever they started creeping onto the wall, but when they discovered several cornerstones had cracked, it had taken a sevenday to cut most of the vines down, find the plant’s source and uproot it, and finally repair the damage after making sure no viable plant matter was left to regenerate. The smell had been quite fragrant, however, and his mother had told the holders to save a cutting before destroying the whole thing. It had taken to the container she’d put it in even easier than if she’d grown it from seed. He felt a bit guilty not buying anything, but he didn’t have a dragon and a flower wreath would look ridiculous on a grown man. The smattering of fire lizard eggs found by the weyrlings surprised him, however, and he observed the tiny hatchlings with interest before waving to S’bol and leaving. “I’ll... leave the weyrlings with their new pets. Goodbye, bluerider S’bol.” ((Fail-post fails, but I need to connect this to the rest of the Gather.)) Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Greenrider Gisellaine and Zedorianth Beastcrafter Gerran Weyrling Karredy and Zalmaranth Weyrfolk Piyerro; fire lizard Saffra Theta Adolescent Mavrosite [M:11] member is offline Joined: Mar 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 179 Re: Nosegays and Garlands [Gather Grounds] « Reply #13 on Nov 11, 2009, 6:38pm » "Ah Polth, would ya look at this!" B'kar exclaimed softly, in delight. Polth, completely enraptured as well, nosed at the hatchling curiously, snuffling and fluttering his wings good-naturedly. She's a very pretty green. Polth announced, and B'kar gently maneuvered the flit onto one hand and rummaged into another for food. The flit was making an extensive search on B'kar's hand for food, and finding none, she squawked periodically throughout her search. "Ay, ay I got somethin' here." B'kar soothed, offering a meatroll to the green before realizing that she probably couldn't swallow the whole thing. He floundered helplessly for a minute, before Polth intervened. Set her on the ground and tear it up. The Blue said knowledgeably, hovering the whole while like a brooding hen. B'kar obeyed, and whilst he was tearing up the food, the little green was in the process of attacking Polth's tail and screeing hungrily. Mine she is going to eat my tail! Polth cried, agitatedly whisking the endangered body part out of reach. "Hold on, hold on." B'kar replied, and then with a grin for the flit, offered up broken up pieces of meat, which the green devoured steadily until she lay plump and happy placed on Polth's back. The Blue stretched his neck achingly to look at her when B'kar did so, but stayed abnormally still. "You two look good together." Did you give her enough food? Polth asked worriedly, eyes whirling anxious colors. "She's fine, you great beast." B'kar answered affectionately. Polth, who was still as thin and gluttonous as always, shuffled a little in embarrassment. ...well I am still hungry. B'kar laughed at this for a while, before returning to acknowledging the presence of others. "Quite a lot of blues here." He noted, with a prideful expression. "And flits too! Didya find yours in a strange place, C'tun?" Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Weyrling H'cen of Zenoth Journeyman Healer Anahe [Loki] Wherling Gwyn of Gwysk Weyrling B'kar of Polth cruurtun Adolescent Mavrosite [M:0] member is offline Joined: Apr 2009 Gender: Male Posts: 145 Re: Nosegays and Garlands [Gather Grounds] « Reply #14 on Nov 12, 2009, 1:58am » C'tun looked around. "As a matter of fact, it wasn't me who found it," he said, "It was Gometh. He sniffed it out. It was down a hole!" Gometh finally found his train of thought, and ploughed on. I am sorry, Nesporth. I was distracted. C'tun and I found them on the other side of the Weyr, near the lake. We left plenty behind; I think they might be a rare variety. The small green lizard on C'tun's shoulder seemed to be testing out her vocal range; she chirped, whistled, chattered, hummed, and buzzed. She then made a series of sounds that sounded vaguely like what C'tun had just said, drawing a laugh from the Weyrling. "I think she's a mimic," he said, gently rubbing her eye ridge, "A pretty good one, too, considering the limitations of her body." « Last Edit: Nov 12, 2009, 5:54pm by cruurtun » Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged C'tun of blue Gometh B'rax of bronze Gamath B'ram of brown Ganth sarin Mavrosite Hatchling [M:10] member is offline Joined: Sept 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 77 Location: Nebraska Re: Nosegays and Garlands [Gather Grounds] « Reply #15 on Nov 15, 2009, 1:57am » Sarin! There is something happening over here. Everyone is excited, you must come see! The term 'everyone' was accompanied by a swift succession of vague thoughts of other dragons - all blues and the riders to whom they paired. Lunith's agitated expostulation had caused Sarin to turn away from entertainment of the harpers and move toward the middle of the gather grounds. Someone was selling flowers and their scent suffused the air with a dozen varying aromas. There certainly was a large group of people and the tiny green rider's eyebrow rose in contemplation. No one will tell you, Lunith? Sarin approached the knot of riders with obvious hesitation, impatient fingers pulling at the hem of her dress. She recognized the riders but could put a name to only one - S'bol the master of Candidates. A few individuals were beginning to disperse and she was able to get a better view of what was causing all the excitement, even as Lunith backwinged to a halt a short distance from the other three dragons. Nosing forward impolitely she craned her neck over Polth to peer down at the little creatures. Flitterby hatchlings! I did not know they were so tiny... I have never seen one so recently from egg before. Solemn fascination colored the green dragon's speaking voice inside Sarin's thoughts. But Lunith disregarded entirely the fact that her girth may not be welcome here. Her eyes began to pick up speed even as her excitement mounted. Her rider on the other hand... LUNITH! By Faranth's own shell! Allow him some room to breathe! Sarin was fuming at her dragons imperturbable insistence, pressing in impolitely close to look down at the little things - nestled in their respective owners arms. Shocked, and hard put to swallow her embarassment, she stepped forward tentatively. "I didn't know anyone nearby had a gold ready to clutch... Where did you find the eggs? Her comment was directed at no one in paticular as she studied the trio of tiny bodies decorating the arms or shoulders of Cat'na, B'kar, and C'tun. « Last Edit: Nov 15, 2009, 2:12am by sarin » Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Tealah Adolescent Mavrosite [M:-19] member is offline Currently Reading: Dragonchoice - http://www.dragonchoice.com/ Joined: Mar 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 197 Re: Nosegays and Garlands [Gather Grounds] « Reply #16 on Nov 15, 2009, 2:22am » Cat'na's flower wreath certainly wasn't going to win any prizes, but she had managed to get half of it done before the egg suddenly split, spilling out a pale blue firelizard into the basket. The little creature's hungry cry had Uskith peering into the basket, which was next to his head, with a little astonishment. How could anything be so hungry? Look at how it was eating, it was going to choke if it kept on like that. Stop that, he thought firmly at it. You shouldn't eat so quickly... should he? he belatedly asked Cat'na, swinging his head around to regard her uncertainly. At the "sound" of Uskith's mental voice, the little blue looked up to see the dragon. He squawked questioningly at the much larger blue but when the answer was not quick in coming, returned to attacking the food. He is very hungry, Uskith observed after a moment. And very small. "Well yes," Cat'na laughed. "He is a baby after all. And you were just as hungry when you were hatched." She reached into the basket, intending to separate the lizard from the food so that she could feed him by hand, but the little creature squalled at her and dragged the food to the farthest edge of the enclosure. He thinks you are trying to steal his food, Uskith explained distractedly, studying the firelizard. With his hunger somewhat sated and hearing Uskith's voice again, the lizard sat up with his claws on the edge of the basket to chirp at the dragon before returning once again to eating. Cat'na laughed suddenly. Uskith, I think the little one thinks you're his mommy, she teased. She'd never heard of a dragon Impressing a firelizard but... Uskith was at the basket before she was, and the lizard obviously didn't care for her... The look of astonishment on Uskith's visage was just too much, and Cat'na doubled over in laughter. By the time she got control of herself again, the blue had polished off her breakfast and clambered out of the basket to curl up against a very confused, very uncomfortable-looking Uskith, and several other people had approached without her noticing. Two, strangely enough, now had firelizards of their own. C'tun and one of the junior weyrlings, B'kar, both had little greens who had to have been born within a few minutes of Uskith's - she had to fight down a giggle again at the though - little blue. An adult green was nosing around Polth, apparently trying to get a look at B'kar's firelizard. Lunith, she thought it was. So that would mean that her rider couldn't be far behind... Ah, there she was. She nodded at Sarin's question; it was very odd that they'd managed to find a clutch, especially scattered around like it was. She'd not seen B'kar or C'tun up on the cliffs where she'd been, anyway, so she assumed they'd found their eggs elsewhere. "I found mine up on the cliffs, between some rocks. I didn't see any more, though, just the one. And since Glory got killed, I'm really not sure where they came from..." She shrugged expressively, then grinned. "At least Uskith got himself a baby out of it anyway." « Last Edit: Nov 15, 2009, 2:34am by Tealah » Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged WeyrSparrow Administrator [M:0][M:0] member is offline Joined: Feb 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 569 Re: Nosegays and Garlands [Gather Grounds] « Reply #17 on Nov 15, 2009, 10:13pm » S'bol opened the scroll case Gometh had brought and read the note inside: when C'tun finally came within sight, the Candidate Master waved broadly at him and grinned before returning his attention to Piyerro. “They do grow anywhere with soil, water, and sun. After they’ve started growing, it’s hard to kill them off completely except by frost or uprooting--and Mirran is much warmer than Mavros, so the former is very unlikely.” S'bol nodded avidly in agreement. At that moment, he was completely and utterly torn: he would have been delighted to talk about the spectacular hardiness of the common moon-flower with Piyerro indefinitely, but between just having noticed that the blossoms in C'tun's basket had a petal shape he'd never seen before outside of certain remote holds in the Southern Continent and that there was also a new fire lizard of unknown origin hanging off the boy's shoulder - he found himself quite tongue-tied. And before he knew it, the first opportunity was lost for good as Piyerro bid him farewell, and any chance to importune C’tun on the subject of flowers or fire lizards was put off when B'kar greeted him as soon as he was within speaking distance: "Quite a lot of blues here. And flits too! Didya find yours in a strange place, C'tun?" "As a matter of fact, it wasn't me who found it. It was Gometh. He sniffed it out. It was down a hole!" "Down a hole?" S'bol, in the process of waving Piyerro a resigned goodbye, stopped short with his hand in mid-air to stare at C'tun. And that's not all, Nesporth informed his rider. Gometh says they found those nice flowers near the lake. I told you we should have looked harder around the plateau before we went all the way down South! Then, piling curiosity upon curiosity, the green on C'tun's shoulder chose that moment to demonstrate her unique vocal abilities. "I think she's a mimic," [C'tun] said, gently rubbing [the green firelizard's] eye ridge, "A pretty good one, too, considering the limitations of her body." "Very much," agreed S'bol, still a bit overwhelmed by everything that was happening at once. And in the meantime, Nesporth, who had curled himself carefully up on the grass near near Gometh, Polth and Uskith, began to examine his own tail ridges. Several felt ache-y and bruised to him, and had for quite time. S'bol's been giving me a bit of numbweed every morning since I can remember, he sent by way of explanation to Polth, Gometh and Uskith. All he said when I asked him was that if I didn't like being sore like this it might be a good idea to spend more time away from the weyr the next time Wrath starts glowing. So... He snorted, and trailed off to nuzzle a long scratch which was still blazoned rawly across his left flank. It didn't hurt at all because of the medicine, but it still perturbed him. Somehow he had the feeling it had been obtained under highly irregular circumstances. I think I won, he confessed to the three smaller blues, and then, after casting a circumspect glance around the gather grounds to make sure the dark green herself hadn't popped out of thin air when he wasn't looking, turned back to address them with surprising firmness: S'bol is going to remind me to make myself scarce next time she's close to rising. And you all must make sure you ask Cat'na and B'kar and C'tun to remind you not to chase her once you're grown. No matter how much of a good idea it seems like at the time... S'bol says it always seems like a good idea to chase a green at the time. S'bol, meanwhile, was chagrined by Sarin's inquiry. The greenrider had always seemed so conscientious, to the point where he always felt a rather pressing need to justify his every action in her presence. "I suppose I should have had Nesporth contact Asurath right away," he mumbled hastily after Cat'na had spoken, "but they all started to hatch at once and I rather thought after that there wouldn't be much point..." Excuses, excuses. He hadn't thought really. They had been miraculously discovered fire lizard eggs worthy of a weyrbrat's daydream, and it had been such nice weyrlings who had found them... There were people of some importance come for the gather who were seeing Oria at the moment. Crafthall representatives, for one, whose good favor, won by a last minute gift flown into the meeting in her weyr, could do much for Mavros in the future. If there was even a chance that there were still unhatched eggs from this clutch to be found around the island, it had been his responsibility to have had his cousin notified immedietly... Could you - Right away. Fortunately for his rider's peace of mind, Nesporth reported back momentarily. At the sound of his dragon's voice the look of belated guilt which had begun to creep across S'bol's face was replaced by a considerably more relaxed expression. ....Asurath says Oria says if anyone could pull fire lizard eggs out of thin air for her at this point in the meeting she'd let them dance on the next gold egg her dragon laid. Asurath objects. Strongly. But you must hurry if this isn't a joke, because the Journeyman boatcrafter who said he might take up a post here is trying to back out now he's heard more stories about the felines and seen the state of the harbor cave, and the rest of them aren't very impressed eith – Suddenly, Nesporth stopped, and squeezed his multiple eyelids shut tightly for a moment as though some great internal clamor had just made his head ring along with his head knobs. Well, he said after a long moment to S’bol, at least we don't have go around telling everyone what to do about the eggs now... Asurath’s just done that. Says we all should make Ours bring the eggs right to the meeting if any more are found. IC Consequences for the Egg Hunt: A) If your character finds an egg and run into a dragonrider after this announcement has been made, the dragonrider’s dragon will be determined to have the egg brought back to the queen’s weyr, as she’s just informed all the dragons of the situation and of the need for eggs at the meeting. B) If they find one earlier in the IC morning, before this announcement was made, there will be no change (eggs can be hatched and Impressed as they were previously in this thread.) C) Any character now has a reason to know about there being fire lizard eggs scattered around the island and an in-character incentive to keep an eye out for them: they simply need to have spoken to a dragon-rider during the gather. Once they find an egg, the rule-abiding thing to do is to bring it to a rider and their dragon: however, if you find one and would like it to hatch before your character can get it to a pair, just in put an OOC note saying “Hatch Now” or something in one of your posts. D) From now on one un-claimed egg each OOC day will be hatching and “going wild”: when this happens, it will be assumed to have hatched at the same time as one of the Impressed eggs, but to have done so without anyone in sight, so only eggshells can be found in-game. Also - seconds are open now, since everyone who posted their intention to hunt has now claimed an egg! You’re free to do what you think best with each egg once it’s found – you can even offer it to a free NPC if it hatches early and that’s what you think your character might do. Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Plotting Page sarin Mavrosite Hatchling [M:10] member is offline Joined: Sept 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 77 Location: Nebraska Re: Nosegays and Garlands [Gather Grounds] « Reply #18 on Nov 22, 2009, 11:59pm » ()o(: I keep wanting to reply to this but find myself hesitating to await Polth's writers response. I forget who it is. Xx Mmm.... Perhaps in a few days if there is nothing I will. Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Theta Adolescent Mavrosite [M:11] member is offline Joined: Mar 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 179 Re: Nosegays and Garlands [Gather Grounds] « Reply #19 on Nov 23, 2009, 8:16pm » (Sorry, sarin. I shan't make you wait any longer. ;D) B'kar was startled from where he'd been lightly rubbing the small green's eyeridges by Polth's sudden and violent fluttering anxiety. The high-strung Blue had launched himself out of Lunith's way the moment she pushed her way in, and was all a tremble behind B'kar, who recovered from his fright quicker. The small flit was relatively unmoved, regarding Lunith with a steady gaze and drying her wings in slow motions. She seemed non the worse for wear for Polth's antics. "Ay, you dolt, no one's going to hurt you." B'kar told Polth, turning to kneel by his dragon and laying his hand on the Blue's shoulder. She startled me! Polth protested, but he shook off the worst of his terror and buried his head in B'kar's chest. "Ooof." B'kar gasped, not expecting to receive such affection. Maneuvering the hatchling out of Polth's way, he gave the Blue a quick scratch on the ridges and shot Sarin a smile so she knew he didn't blame her. B'kar found her in the kitchen. Polth told Lunith, just as B'kar echoed the same sentiment outloud. Now that the shock had passed, Polth sat back on his haunches and then cautiously went to examine Uskith's little flit. They are rather hungry at first, aren't they? Polth noted in a shy tone. When Nesporth explained about Greens, the young Blue shuddered with his wings and felt very uncomfortable, eying Lunith anxiously. Nesporth says not to chase Wrath. Polth informed B'kar, who raised an eyebrow to his dragon. Good advice to remember. "It does make you wonder how the eggs got around, don't it?" B'kar affirmed, then settled his gaze back on the young Green, trying to think up a suitable name. 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