Logfile for Lanti on Harper's Tale
Started at 2008-11-21 21:43:06 -0500

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And on Pern ...
The time is 20:43.
It is evening of the eighth day of spring.
It is the tenth Turn of the Tenth Interval.
It is a spring evening.

Southeastern Bowl
This area of the bowl is the highest point of the bowl floor; from here, it slopes down and to the northwest, spilling out to the plateau below the wide gap in the Weyr rim to the west. Various tunnels here lead into the Weyr's inner caverns; the living caverns, hatching grounds, and main Weyr tunnel all branch off from here. To the west lie the stables where the Weyr's runners are housed. There is also a stone stairway that leads up to the Weyrleader's weyrs.
It is a spring evening.
Perched on rocky crags about the bowl are three firelizards.
Green Safuriketh, gold Dhiammarath, and gold Dedanseth are here.
Hannah is here.

Dhiammarath
The absolute whitest of gold envelops her head entirely, glittering with a frosty iridescence and accentuated by eyeridges of a slightly warmer gold, highlighting her multifaceted, gemlike eyes that seem alight from deep within. Skeins of muted and mixed colors, like the dust of finest rare crystals, travel the length of her long and gracefully curved neck and its ridges. Delicate shades of pearl, sapphire, vermilion, and jade mellow, and swirl to combine and become one, luminescing as they travel down well-proportioned body. As they mix together they reflect and ripple with the glow of the first sun of a frosty winter dawn and spread outward, their shine radiating onto her wingspan and combining with striations of sunset gold. Sunlight color reaches out over wingsails to overlay the crystal line shine at wings' edges, spars, and tips. Her bulk belies her graceful nature as it gives way to a tail kissed with the same radiant sheen as her body and neck, until it fades at the very tip of the fork to the lightest, honeyed gold.
Snow white leather weaves itself through the series of silver buckles and awl punched holes. The leathers wrap around the fourth and fifth neckridges with a shiny silver buckle that is set right in the center of her white-gold neck. A single stone of each jewel -- jade, ruby, and sapphire -- flank each side of the shiny silver buckle, for an overall total of six stones. This gives the straps a glitterly appearance when the pair are in the air. Pure, white fleece peeks out from beneath the pure white leathers that set off the gold's pale hide. The single loop of leather for the rider's strap is of the same pale shade of white with a slight addition of honey-gold dye, while passenger loops are the same snow white, but with striations of the deepest sapphire.
Dhiammarath is 33 Turns, 8 months, and 16 days old.
She is 84 feet (28m) long, with a wingspan of 140 feet (46m).
Dhiammarath seems to be listening.

Dedanseth
Twilight casts a glow to the sheen of her body, transforming rich gold into platinum. Iridescence coats the delicate features of her face, blending a long, well-shaped nose with round, high cheekbones and an elegant jaw line. Gold specks in the shape of a teardrop rest between her eyes, surrounded by tiny filaments of blue that interlock to create a delicate lattice. The configuration of lines cascades down her neck, across her shoulders and over the backs of her wings, deepening the color without marring the brightness of her hide, the evening-washed gold showing through the mesh. Upon this shimmering backdrop, brighter flecks dot the expanse of her body, appearing at times as crisp pin points or casual traces of light that fade from sight at their ends. They mingle over the bottom side of her wings and chin, gliding across her wingspars and down her throat, erupting brilliant white-gold flares at her wingjoints and breast. Shadows of cobalt wrap around her hips and shoulder joints in a swath of darkness before lightening to gold on her willowy legs.
Dedanseth is 10 Turns, 8 months, and 3 days old.
She is 81 feet (27m) long, with a wingspan of 135 feet (45m).
Dedanseth seems to be listening.

Hannah
Silvery blond hair falls to about mid-shoulders, showing signs of recent trimming. Pixish face is framed by faint wisps of hair while pale coral lips hide a gap-toothed smile and crooked teeth. As if a thousand emeralds had been squeezed dry of their color, her eyes sparkle a dark emerald green. A light dusting of freckles dance across the bridge of her upturned nose and the pale, milk-white skin of her cheekbones. Facial features come together to bring about a plain face with crooked teeth; overall, not very pretty. Only slight curves enhance a figure that is more waif-like than woman-like. Height only averages about four foot nine while she looks to weigh about 95 pounds.
Sunset orange flows loosely to complement deep, black pants of the weyrwoman's leathers. A brown firelizard is perched on her shoulder.
A double cord twines itself into a triple loop that ends in two tassles with a silvery-gold ribbon threaded through the cords, marking her as lifemate to gold Dhiammarath and senior weyrwoman of Ista Weyr.
She is an older adult of about 52. She is awake and looks alert.

Lanti
The softer elements of childhood have long disappeared as Lanti enters womanhood. She is a shade taller than average, but her skinny frame serves to make her look just a bit taller than she really is. Lanti sports the same red-gold hair of her mother, its waves just brushing her shoulders. Her eyes are a clear, sky blue with darker flecks of navy, and her pale lips form a generous mouth. The rigors and demands of her profession have given Lanti a muted but harder edge, only strengthened by her intensity.
The scanty, skin-tight garment can only be good for one thing: a serious, tropical swim. Or perhaps driving others crazy. Lanti does little to improve her appearance, but in an outfit like this, it's fairly obvious she doesn't really need to primp. The two-piece swimsuit is in the traditional colors of Ista Weyr, with black fabric and vibrant orange trim. It is sturdy enough to offer support where needed but still allows ample contact with sun or water.
She is a young adult of about 29. She is awake and looks alert.

Lanti slides from Dedanseth's shoulders using the loose rope harness circling the gold's neck to half rappel to the ground. Dragon, rider and rope are thoroughly soaked, though Lanti at least looks dressed for the job, returning from an afternoon swim.

Hannah is busy brushing off Dhiammarath's pale golden hide, finishing up on the last touches of her dragon's care. At the sound of another's landing, she glances up and smiles politely. "Back from the beach?" is inquired softly, before resuming the last bit of cleaning. Dhiammarath's tail twitches ever so slightly in impatience.

Lanti nods once to Hannah and slicks her hair back as Dedanseth lowers a little further to the ground so Lanti can undo the last of the rope harness, which falls heavily to the ground. She begins looping the rope around her forearm while Dedanseth stretches, shaking a wing or the tip if her tail slightly to dispel some last clinging droplets of water. Lanti thumps her lifemate's shoulder a couple times, then lets the rope drop to the ground in an orderly coil before she starts sluicing water from her arms. Not that there's much left. But it's something to do. "I don't think I'll ever grow tired of the ocean."

Hannah straightens and brushes her hands a few times against her narrow hips. "It was the first place that drew me after I was Searched the first time." She reaches up and efficiently ties her pale hair up in a lose ponytail. "When I was first Searched I missed the snow and I missed Ysbryth so much, I nearly cried myself to sleep every night," she grins wryly, "Now, I am a baby when it comes to temperatures colder than the light, cool ocean breezes."

"I still miss the snow," Lanti replies quietly, watching as Dedanseth settles herself down to rest for now. "Miss my family more, though." She rubs her arms slowly, though it's not really cool yet, even for Ista. She glances over at Hannah and studies the older rider for a moment. "Ever think about moving back there?"

"I miss making snow angels! R'ave and I used to do that when I would visit him at the weyr. He's been gone for a long time, though, and Rhavie grew as an Istan. I haven't had a reason to go back to High Reaches in a very long time. Not since Mother..." Hannah looks pensive for a moment, "Well. Not since Mother is no longer around." Lanti's question elicits a widening of the eyes in surprise. "Go back? Not really. Ista is my home, now. I never really gave it a thought. I am, and have been for a long, long time, a goldrider of Ista."

Lanti nods and makes a "Hmmm" sort of sound before smiling over at Hannah. "Of course. Besides, no surfing up north. The snow just doesn't offer the same... feeling. Challenge." She trails off and reaches up to rub Dedanseth's nose as the gold stretches towards her rider, her large eyes whirling slowly in light shades of green.

Hannah nods slightly, "This is true. The snow offers it's own challenges, but does not compare to the ocean." She settles down next to Dhiammarath's left flank and begins the process of cleaning the straps she'd already taken off. "I hear they have eggs on the sands, but their last weyrwoman is fighting for her life." Hannah tsks quietly, "But they have a gold egg on the sands, no? I admit that I rarely keep up with too much of the affairs of other weyrs!"

Lanti bites her lower lip for a moment, worry evident in her expression before she can school it back to something more neutral. "Yes. Chey. I grew up with her." She swallows once and looks away for a long moment, though there doesn't seem to be anything in particular in that direction to draw her attention. "I should... visit. Or something. At least be there for T'ii."

Hannah looks up at Lanti's tone, "My condolences weyrwoman. It is hard to lose a loved one." Back to care of the straps, "What is her status? Have the healers been able to wake her?" Dhiammarath huffs softly, almost keening in sorrow for a dragon miles away. Her eyes shut briefly before opening again to watch the two riders. "You should go and visit. Despite the troubles here, I'm sure the weyr can spare a few hours of your time."

Lanti's jaw works as she looks back to Dedanseth and continues to rub her broad, golden nose. Lanti clears her throat lightly before glancing at Hannah. "I should bathe and oil Dedanseth. I'll leave word with Minka and D'baji." She swallows again, then taps her lifemate gently on the tip of the nose. The dragon rises to her feet and begins lumbering north, though rather gracefully for a dragon. "I'll have to fill you in when I get back, Hannah. We hear next to nothing down here."

Hannah nods her head slowly, thoughtfully. "Please do so. Perhaps I, too, should go and visit my old home. Visit Ysbryth's old weyr and haunt the old haunts." She stands and begins to put the straps back on Dhiammarath. "Be safe and I hope your friend gets well. For you and for High Reaches."

Lanti nods again and moves to follow her dragon. Just as well she's still dressed for the job.


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