09/02/01

Logfile from Sissi

[Jules finally ropes Sissi into the position of responsibility she's so dreaded…]

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Klimth

Klimth stretches his neck: out, out and up, taking you with him. From astride his neckridges, the view of his cobalt hide noticeably deepens into streaks of deep purple, with a highlight of teal here and there; whorls of perfection.

You climb higher over the westerly quadrants of the bowl.

You wing down to land upon a ledge.

Green clings to the eye, persisting beyond memory in the velvety texture of this moss-bestrewn slice of protruding granite that clings protectively to the side of the cliff wall. Obviously long unused, the moss is everywhere, disguising the true nature of the smooth, time-sanded ledge. Though it makes for soft walking, it's slippery too, and extra care must be taken in traversing the wide, yet short stone between flat landing surface, and the blotch of weyr's maw that blots the otherwise featureless stone side.

It is a summer afternoon. The season's heat burns skies clear of cloud.

You see Kerry, Typhoon, and Veluth here.

Sissi slides down Klimth's side, yawning hugely, and stumbles into the Weyr.

The footing becomes easier as you enter the stony weyr.

The short, narrow path widens out suddenly to a simple, rounded cavern. Slightly elongated with a floor that gently slopes down, the middle is dominated by a smooth depression marked as Veluth's couch. Heaped with all manners of plush, soft fabrics for lounging comfort of both dragon and rider, it's jewel-like colors dazzle the eye. Crimsons, smoky browns and royal blues with gold shot through the material echo the hangings artfully hung on the bare rock walls.

Off to one side is a smaller alcove curtained off with shimmering velvet. Behind it is a cot with more simple bedding material, a press carved of fragrant wood and a soft rug for the floor.

Jules is here.

Jules leans against the stone wall of the weyr in an attempt to cool off. Fanning herself, she calls out, "C'mon in! Grab a pillow and get close to the wall. I found a good cold spot!"

Klimth> Veluth gives his clutchmate a good look, deciding he's well. Bright as usual by his disgruntled tone. His coloring's much too dull for his taste.

Klimth> Klimth is just shiny-sparkly as ever, spending the amount of time in the lake as he does in the summer, oh, he's well.

"'Sleep was better," Sissi mumbles groggily, picking on the nearest cushion and sliding straight down the wall with an "Aaaaah, that's nice." Pillow cuddled between her arms, she demands muzzily, "You woke me up for /this/?"

Jules stretches herself before sitting down opposite Sissi, just having woken up herself. "No, of course not, silly. I have something important to tell you."

Klimth> Veluth sighs deeply as he lowers his neck in the now-dried moss on the stone ledge. Sleepy time!

Sissi buries her face in her pillow. "This better be good. Getting Weyrmated or something, are you?"

Jules snorts at that. "No way. I got in enough trouble with the last one, remember?" Though she didn't weyrmate with Sabin, it was enough to make a world of trouble. "No, this concerns the next bunch of weyrlings."

Sissi does raise her head at that, "I thought the eggs hadn't hatched yet?" They can't have done; people wouldn've been around to collect on their bets. She asks, non-seriously, "Does Zephre want to send me back to Weyrling training, or something?"

"Not that that wouldn't be a bad idea.." But no, Jules is joking. as much as Sissi may vex her, she still has a great deal of respect in her. The vexing part might be fixed. Soon. "No, I want to tell you that I've selected you to be one of my assistants."

Sissi giggles into her pillow. "Ohhhh, that's an even better one." She pops her head sideways and blinks at Jules, not entirely focused yet. "What'd you do, pull names out of a hat or something?"

Jules leans forward in an attempt to make her next words sink into Sissi's mind. "I've /chosen/ you for a reason. With you under my finger, I can keep an eye on you; keep you from, um, misleading my charges."

Sissi blinks at Jules, and then, despite the fact she's rather sunburnt, turns completely ashen. "You mean -" she splutters, trying to get her head around this. "You're /serious/?" Thirty-odd Weyrlings /and/ Sissi? "I - wouldn't mislead them anyway!" She's picking up now. "I won't even go near the barracks! I promise!"

Jules is obviously enjoying this. "Oh really? that's what you told me last time. what was that you told them? That I was deliberatly stretching their wings so they'd be faster? Hmm?" Really! "No way, Sissi. You're mine!" The 'Muaaaaahahahahaaa' is left out, but just barely.

"But..." Sissi almost wails, not-quite-awake enough to muster any serious defence. "I can still tell them that," she points out. "I can still tell them, and you still couldn't do anything about it..."

"No, you wouldn't. Not with me watching everything and hearing everything. Furthermore, I've assigned my Reiya to shadow you when you're not in my immediate sight." Now Jules may be going a little overboard with this, but she's determined not to look the fool like last time.

Sissi opens her mouth, then closes it again. "I /won't/," she says defiantly, although it's done with the air of one who knows they've lost already. "Just you wait and see! I'll tell them whatever I want to!"

Jules softens. "You'll tell them the right thing, Sissi, because you're a good person. Too mischevious, but a good person. You wouldn't want to be responsible for a dragon getting distressed because of what you said, now would you? You should remember how raw their emotions are, especially in the beginning."

"Maybe the eggs won't ever hatch," Sissi hopes, gloomily. She knows how futile /that/ hope is. There go all those sweeps she's been spending sunbathing and swimming. "Whatever. I still won't do it." But she will.

[DragonBait] Jules: Mua! I can't wait.

[DragonBait] Jules: I really gotta go. We can assume you stomp off or something? Throw Jules over the ledge?

[DragonBait] Sissi: Stomp off (she's a good person ) (;