02/12/00

Logfile from Sissi

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[Yebanth and Klimth sit around and have a long, long chat, whilst Sissi gets disturbed by a wary Terise.]

Fort Hold Courtyard

Grey stone rises high and stark to enclose this immense courtyard: over four stories high are the man-made wings that define three sides of the quadrangle, but towering steeper yet is the natural palisade of the cliff itself. Shuttered windows climb nearly up to the fireheights, their placement shifting from steady symmetry to natural irregularity as they rise. Within this expanse of grey, all is not entirely barren of hue; beneath the wings' eaves glints gaudy, painted scrollwork, and though the stone's kept ferociously free of other greenery, pots of herbs -- easily shifted in time of need -- sit out in accomodating weather.

Bisecting the northwest face, rounded steps lead up to the wide doors of bronze-hued alloy that ward the Hold's inner reaches; opposite, eroded wagon ruts trace a path into the passageway out to the rest of Pern, and just to the south, a narrow gate guards the trail down to the landing area.

It is a fall afternoon. Clouds' faint haze warm the skies.

 

>> I sense that Yebanth winds into your mind >>You are awake?<< <<

>> I bespoke Yebanth with: I sense that Klimth drifts lazily into the link, then pounces, steel voice resounding >>Here. I am.<< <<

>> I sense that Yebanth trickles with more force now, her tones of yellow and gold blossoming >>you are here..I am here..we can talk! I like talking..<< <<

>> I bespoke Yebanth with: I sense that Klimth is more iron than irony >>So we can. And so you do. And of what do you wish to talk?<< <<

>> I sense that Yebanth speaks in a soprano voice echoing with her usual giggle >>Anything but the weather. What is there in Fort for a dragon to converse about?<< <<

>> I bespoke Yebanth with: I sense that Klimth mimics a fresh, cutting late autumn breeze in his mindvoice. >>There is Sparneth, his rider leads now. And so young, Sissi says. And then all the greens that fly and fly and fly. And the rest of us, we fly too.<< And those wings stretch, stretch, pictured wide, almost like a yawn. <<

>> I sense that Yebanth croons into your mind with the scent of Lavender and rose. >>I fly too..Ahzraelth flew in Ista<< She seems to mimic curiosity as she trills lightly >>You fly? You like to fly? I like to swim<< <<

>> I bespoke Yebanth with: I sense that Klimth sounds dismissive >>You all fly. There is always some dragon flying. Flying is better than swimming. You can go faster. Water is for cleaning, and the view is not so good.<< <<

>> I sense that Yebanth trills as she nods in agreement. >>Both make my wings light and useful. My rider says they are wonderful, but I trip over them and they will not stay in place..swimming holds them and makes them useful. Water is fun..and being clean helps!<< Ahh dragonic logic at its best! <<

 

>> I bespoke Yebanth with: I sense that Klimth agrees mostly, but >>Sometimes it is fun to get dirty too. So then you can get clean later.<< Ah, logic. It can be such fun. <<

>> I sense that Yebanth trills in agreement sending the image of her and gold Isabeth rolling in mud before a swim. >>That was fun..we were feeding and it was nice to rub away itches..I always itch!!<< She offers with annoyance. <<

>> I bespoke Yebanth with: Klimth bespoke me with >> Itches, itches... now I itch. <<

>> I sense that Yebanth winds about your mind scratching at the image of her hide with her sharpened claws. >>you will not itch..you need oiliing<< Suddenly her mind finally clasps onto some gossip. >>The bronze has flown? Sparneth has flown whom?<< <<

>> I bespoke Yebanth with: I sense that Klimth itches, scratches, itsches, scrathes... it would be good, and oh<< Even the mindvoice crops, in case the gold might be listening, but it's just tittle-tattle >>Vyath, as ever.<< Not that long, but then again, dragons don't remember /that/ long.<<

>> I sense that Yebanth does not think to curb her mindvoice as she bursts back onto your screen >>But what of Ranjith?<< She asks before chuckling. >>Vyath going to clutch?<< <<

>> I bespoke Yebanth with: I sense that Klimth believes that Golds normally do, after mating flights. >>Taken a holiday with his Rider. That is good. Maybe Sissi and I can take a holiday, soon. It is getting cold.<< << 

>> I sense that Yebanth winds and dines into your mind. >.When we are back in Ista you /must/ come and stay..My rider would like that..I still have to come to your weyr..it sounds nice..Where has Ranjith gone?<< not that her being nosy has anything to do with asking this. <<

>> I bespoke Yebanth with: Klimth bespoke me with >> Somewhere unobtainable.<< Just a snort for that. >>My Weyr.. it is good. Warm. And /mine/.<< And that's the most important thing. <<

>> I sense that Yebanth grumbles >>Cavaloth's weyr is made of brick..red and boring..i like my weyr also..it is small and cosy<< <<

>> I bespoke Yebanth with: I sense that Klimth informs, that, >>My Weyr has a pool, and lots of sand. It must be just like Ista!<< <<

>> I sense that Yebanth informs you that >>I will visit soon..as Sissi and S'fina planned.<< her mind disappears as her rider asks Yebanth to send a question. >>Has Sissi caught in the hunt?<< her tone puzzling over this question. <<

>> I bespoke Yebanth with: I sense that Klimth know about plans, plans and Sissi oh yes, and he can intimate too, because >>She... says she's busy.<< <<

>> I sense that Yebanth trills and nods. "Sissi is busy..is she on sweeps?<< <<

>> I bespoke Yebanth with: I sense that Klimth is good enough at being tacit. >>Our wing flies sweeps over Boll. We are not in Boll.<< <<

>> I sense that Yebanth nods "oh" <<

>> I bespoke Yebanth with: I sense that Klimth is stoic. >>Just so.<< <<

>> I sense that Yebanth trills with the curiosity that gets her into so much trouble. >>Where are you then? Are you at home in your weyr? Is there someone flying for you to chase?<< So many questions, but her tone does not dwindle with each one, more becomes eager to listen. <<

>> I bespoke Yebanth with: I sense that Klimth is enjoying the view, just here.<< And slots in a few view of the courtyard, the watchwher, the children playing tag. >>It's fun to watch.<< <<

>> I sense that Yebanth cocks her head to one side in thought. >>The watchwher is out?<< Her excitment bubbles then as she nods. >>Tag is fun, children tag me and I have to find them..<< <<

>> I bespoke Yebanth with: I sense that Klimth stirs up, dust and glitter and a memory or two >>Have you ever played tag, in the air, with other dragons? It is a good game.<< Like a flight in which there is no one winner, but goes on and on... <<

>> I sense that Yebanth trills as she can see the potential, her tone glowing in slight reds as she pictures the idea, her oversized wings extending. >>I have not..I did not know Dragons played such games<< <<

>> I bespoke Yebanth with: I sense that Klimth ohs, and then, >>We play at Fort, some of us. And sometimes on sweeps.<< Oh they shouldn't, true, but who ever cared about that?<< <<

>> I sense that Yebanth trills cheerfully. >>When you holiday in Ista you must show us how..I know many a dragon who would join in<< she offers before looking slightly nervous. >>You play on sweep? Should not do that?<< <<

>> I bespoke Yebanth with: I sense that Klimth should be more circumspect >>There is time enough to do everything on sweeps, that one needs to, and have time to spare.<< <<

>> I sense that Yebanth has to agree that tag in the air sounds a good use of that time >>My oversized wings would help me win<< She offers as if slightly smugly. <<

>> I bespoke Yebanth with: I sense that Klimth humphs, >>It's not all about speed.<< <<

>> I sense that Yebanth croons with more curiosity. >Can you tell me more? If not speed what else? Agility..I am not good at. I am clumsy..<< <<

>> I bespoke Yebanth with: I sense that Klimth ahhhs. >>You have to think.<< Difficult, isn't it? <<

>> I sense that Yebanth sighs or snorts lightly before her soprano voice chuckles. >>I think a lot when doing drills, I am not good at them..thinking is a bad habit..I dont think I would be good at air Tag. Do you?" <<

 

Terise emerges from the great hall.

Terise is between meetings, but she dashes out for a peek anyhow. Someone told her a Fort dragon was in town.

Sissi is apparently on a mission: to do as little as possible and loll around on a bench doing a bit of flirting, but it looks like that plan might just be thwarted.

That depends on how good she is at flirting. "Hello, rider," Terise greets, calm enough as she tilts her head to regard the benched woman.

Sissi looks like some schoolgirl that's been busted, and suddenly does her best to look like she's leaning on the back of the bench and not on the young man that's sitting on it. "And hello, Holder," She can't help but be flippant. "Need a ride, or something?"

"Oh, no," Terise is quick to demur, giving the young man a quick once-over as well. "I was just wondering -- that is, were you sent here with any message?" She has that secret-investigator face on.

Sissi does her best to look as absolutely innocent as possible. Seeing as she's skiving. "Not one for you." The young man isn't moving, so while he's there, Sissi gives him another appraising glance.

Terise turns that over in her mind -- is that what the rider really means to say or is it a code for the Lady Holder to decipher? "One for Sabin, maybe," she suggests cautiously. Her glance flickers briefly at the young man again, but he seems to be perfectly unintimidated by her presence.

He's good, isn't he? Sissi's mind is more on the man, which is why she replies with even more tactlessness than usual. "If I had a message for him, I'd find someone else to deliver it."

Again, Terise attempts to decode that; again, she fails miserably. "I see." She circles the bench, thinking and not pushing the young man off even though he's within reach of her elbow. When she circles back, she prompts again, all cloak and dagger-like, "Who sent you?"

Sissi jumps, very slightly, and this time perfects the look of innocence far quicker, "No-one did. I came all by myself." She's a big girl now, you see.

Terise catches the wavering expressions and pursues, "Did you really? Or are you just saying that because we -- well, because we're out here in public?" And within earshot of that young man, who appears rather vapid upon closer scrutiny.

Sissi is trying to work out what the correct answer is now (the correct one being the one that would get rid of Terise). She shrugs, "I always say what I mean to say. /I've/ nothing to hide." Apart from the fact that her sweep area is Boll and she's busy trying to sit on a man's lap in Fort, but that's nothing big.

There is the chance that the rider is being perfectly honest with her -- and then there's the more exciting option of the rider being merely a cog in the great wheel. Terise tries, once more, for the latter. "Do you know K'rali or R'sin?"

Sissi frowns at Terise, is this a trick question? "R'sin's Weyrleader." She beams. It's still fresh enough in her mind for her to be aware of that.

Terise keeps forgetting about that. "Right. Well." It seems like she won't pry anything else out of this rider, so her instincts must be wrong. "Well -- if you think of something you /ought/ to be telling me, or telling Sabin, come inside and let me know before you go, okay?" That's the safest way to leave things -- unless that young man's lap is going to be hazardous.

Sissi looks mutinous for just a second, and then grins disarmingly. "I'll rack my brains. Promise." Dib dib. And apparently that counts as a goodbye, because that young man's a far more appealing alternative.

Terise looks as if she's about to ask one more question (will it ever end?), but then turns and goes back inside. Maybe her instincts were wrong after all.

Terise enters the great hall, disappearing into the cliff face.

*** Disconnected ***