Ileste

Discoursing with Dragons

2008-05-15T06:29:01Z

Who: Kevruth (A'zan) and Ileste
What: He and Ileste have a conversation, sort of, about eggs.
When: A few days after the clutching.

Ileste makes her way into the galleries, empty save, here and there, for those curious onlookers who can't quite resist the lure of a new clutch. In her hands is a big stack of hides, which she sets in the seat beside her once she's chosen hers-- near the front, with a good view. Quietly, she begins to read. Where better to study her dragonhealing lessons than here, after all?

From the hatching sands, In the shadows, a dark bronze lurks. It could only be one bronze really, on the sands with the eggs as Kevruth is. Those few here and there that watch the clutch are far enough away to escape his notice, but not so one pale young woman who is bold enough to take a seat so near his domain. He lifts his sculpted head from his paws where it has rested, bringing it out of shade and into the light, and sniffs. One little inhalation that breaks the relative silence, and then he slinks forward a bit until he nears the beginning of the galleries, lifting one great eye to peer at the reading Ileste.

Ileste is being observed! Slowly, her eyes lift from the page. And then her eyes open wide. Carefully, she flips the page around, and shows it to him, as if he were a (very large) human father looming over her: it's a diagram of a dragon egg, the shell cut away in cross-section to show the interior: yolk sac, developing embryo, air pockets, membranes, capillaries. "Hello," she whispers. "This is a lesson on foetal development. It's been recopied many times, so I'm not sure if it's right, but most of it should still be right."

From the hatching sands, Kevruth pulls back a little, then leans nearer, stretching his neck over the railing to get a better eyeful of the (comparatively) tiny drawing. He examines it for a beat, then snorts, ruffling the page. If you say so, the sound seems to say.

"If our ancestors," Ileste explains softly and earnestly, "Hadn't made drawings like these to teach them how fast hatchlings develop, they wouldn't have been able to know when they might hatch, or why things go right or wrong. This way, we can make sure that you get the best of care." And she sets the hide aside, and pulls out another, and shows it to him, too: on this one, the embryo is almost completely developed, and the dragonet looks soundly asleep... and ready to burst out of his shell at any moment. "This one's a few days away from hatching. His yolk sac is almost gone."

From the hatching sands, Kevruth's eyes whirl slowly, he lets out a low rumble that is vague if anything, then swivels his head to peer at the arc of eggs behind him. Inspection passed, apparently, he shifts his attention back, listening with evident attentiveness. Unfortunately the conversation is doomed to be rather one sided.

Ileste doesn't seem to mind: it's either talk to an interested dragon, or go back to lancing boils, right? She leans over to peer, too. "But they're not going to hatch anytime soon, which I know you know anyway. So right now they look more like the first one than they do like that. I don't think they're more than /this big/ right now, actually." And she indicates a very, very small size. "Everything else in there is food. It's amazing how you all grow so fast."

From the hatching sands, Food? Kevruth straightens a bit at the suggestion, eyes the other folks in the galleries for a beat. He's seen human types eating eggs, but then, slowly, he gets what she must be talking about. Food for the dragons inside, right. Another thoughtful moment of scrutiny, eyes whirling at Ileste, then he turns to slink back to his shadowy stoop to watch over the eggs.

Ileste's Spring Description!

2008-05-06T08:10:46Z

In her mid-teens, Ileste is a very slender girl of average height. Her long white-blonde hair is braided, looped, and pinned up with a silver and amethyst clip, framing the fair-skinned oval of her face, and complementing the pale violet of her large eyes. Her lips are touched with softest pink.

Her attire is as pallid as she, rendering her almost luminous: a white sisal blouse under a lavender brocade vest, a matching flowy skirt embroidered at the hem with tiny white caducei, and low-heeled shoes of the same hue. At her shoulder is the knot of a resident of Igen Weyr.

TBA

2008-02-01T00:39:13Z

Who: Ronari and Ileste
What: Stuff.
When: Day 21, month 2, Turn 15, of the Interval.
Where: Telgar Bowl

Southern Bowl, Telgar Weyr
Towering above, the bowl wall rises in a curving three-pointed arc as it shelters this southernmost point of Telgar Weyr's great caldera. Sloping down to the north to a slight degree, the floor of the bowl has been channeled so that runoff might drain down to the lake beyond. There are several strategically placed evergreens that serve to baffle the biting mountain winds away from the southern entrance into the Living Caverns. Drifts of snow and the heavy tracks of large dragon feet and bellies cross the expanse of the bowl. Rocks and crags are hung with the purest white. Northward, the center of the bowl spreads hugely, leading to the feeding pens, hatching grounds, weyrling barracks, the Telgar Weyr lake. The ground-level weyrs of the queenriders dot the mountain to the northwest. The murmur of voices and the clatter of pots and chairs drifts from the Living Cavern, where the evening meal is being served.

The afternoon is mostly hidden between scattered grey clouds. Flurries of a very wet snow fall to the ground. There seems to be a light breeze and the winter air is cold. The ground is icy beneath your feet.

Off duty at last! Ileste emerges from the infirmary and into the brighter daylight of the bowl, bundled up for the cold and taking deep breaths of air not fouled up by numbweed's penetrating heaviness, redwort's sharp sting, even occasional fellis' reek.

Near one side of the bowl wall, Ronari is crouched on the ground, digging through a shoulder-pack and mumbling under her breath. Close by, Suraveth keeps watch, a tiny bronze flitter seated on her nose.

Ileste lifts a gloved hand to wave at both dragon and rider, but doesn't yet approach.

Ronari--busy cataloguing the items in her pack, doesn't see the greeting. Suraveth does, and rumbles a low alto greeting in return. The little bronze whirls towards the young human girl, leaping from his perch to glide nearer her--for a better look of course.

Ileste holds an arm out. There's no firelizard of her own nearby, but she seems used enough to them. "Hello," she chirps to him.

There's a few loops of flight the little bronze makes 'round her head before alighting on the outstretched arm. He tilts his head at an odd angle to observe her, chirrups once, and twists closer.

Ileste reaches up to scritch his head very, very gently. "_You_ stay out of the infirmary, too, okay?"

The little bronze chitters his approval of the scratches, and croons once before lifting off to go sit on Suraveth's head again. Ronari finishes with her shoulder pack, putting everything back in place before slining it onto her back. "Oh, hello, then. Ileste, wasn't it?" she asks in slight surprise.

"Yes," Ileste calls back. And of the bronze, she asks, "What's _his_ name?"

Ronari glances up to where the bronze is preening himself and shakes her head. ".That. would be Devlin," she answers with a wry grin. "He hasn't been making trouble has he?"

"Of course not!" Ileste beams. "Devlin just said hello."

"Oh, well in that case." Ronari grins and winks, moving over towards her green. "So, what brings you out here in this miserable cold?"

"The air smells like air." And Ileste shoves her hands into the pockets of her coat. "You?"

"Just packing up for a day trip south. I like to be warm in my free time at least," she says with a smile.

Ileste blinks bemusedly at her. "Do a lot of riders here do that? T'rev does, too."

Ronari leans back against her green, folding her arms across her chest as she thinks. "Well, I hadn't really thought about it, but I guess you've got a point. Dragons like the sun and warmer temperatures. So I guess it would seem logical for them to take such trips."

Ileste nods. "Don't let me stop you, then. I don't want Suraveth to get too cold."

Ronari nods with a smile and turns to mount up, only to stop mid-leap. "You want to .what.?" she asks Suraveth with disbelief, and for a moment there's a silent conversation before Ronari spins on her heel, turning back to face Ileste with a big, goofy grin on her face. "Ileste, how'd you like to come along? There's room enough for us both," she offers as if the whole thing had been her idea all along, and who knows? Maybe it was.

Ileste blinks at them both, eyes wide. "Truly? That's so kind of you and Suraveth!"

Ronari stifles a giggle at Ileste's wide-eyed expression and waves towards the inner Weyr. "Go on then, fetch a spare set of clothes--and be quick--we're heading off beach-side!" Her enthusiasm seems to cound to the forefront as she bounces back towards her dragon. "Oh," something occurs to her and she pauses before turning 'round. "I suppose you'll be wanting to ride with a harness then?"

Ileste begins to turn away, and then pauses. "I'm sorry, but I don't know if I'm good enough at riding yet not to do anything stupid like fall off. I'm nowhere as good as you."

Suraveth gives what could pass for a derisive snort, but one look from Ronari silences her quickly. When the rider turns back to Ileste, however, she's all smiles. "Fair enough, I've had turns to get used to it. Run along now, I won't be long." That said, Devlin flies upwards and disappears.

Ileste's consternation is briefly visible, but only for a moment; she smiles pleasantly to mask it. "Thank you both for being so considerate. I won't take very long, either." And she hurries off.

Once Ileste is out of sight, Ronari turns and swings her pack across her shoulders before a bit of rather desperate wing flapping draws her attention upwards. Devlin is struggling up above with a rather heavy-looking leather harness. Ronari reaches one hand up and the bronze flitter drops his load into her waiting palm. Only then does she begin her work, attaching the harness with the swift ease born of much practice.

Ileste returns shortly thereafter, a small pack slung over her shoulder. "Back!"

Ronari tightens the last buckle on the harness and grins over her shoulder to Ileste. "Come on then, off we go!" she calls before leaping to her usual neckridge and sliding in. She leans over and offers the younger girl a hand up, even as Suraveth lowers herself to make the climb that much easier.

Ileste isn't such a novice that she takes too long to clamber up, fortunately; she just takes Ronari's hand and hurries on up. "Thank you."

Ronari says "Not a problem; hold tight now!"

Ronari climbs up onto Suraveth's neck.
Ronari has left.

Suraveth
Liquidity radiates in every movement, every dreamy turn of this slender green, as a wash of crystalline water cascades over her body in a loving embrace. The veil of ocean's blue provides a sense of sparkling depth to the olivine seaweed that is predominant across her hide, setting off the shadows of her girlish curves clearly from the length of a meandrous tail and rising high up the supple arc of her neck. Foam caps, a pale offset to her dark shading splash in an indecorous fashion over her eyeridges, careless of how it might bely her whimsical nature, and mark a more translucent path down the narrowness of her maw. An air of feminine delicacy flickers in narrow wings and slim limbs while prisms cast in the pensive glow of her eyes speak of a curiosity that lurks beneath her gentle shell.
Suraveth is 4 Turns, 9 months, and 21 days old and 20.00 meters long. She is 8.48 meters tall at the shoulder and has a wingspan of 32.00 meters.

You climb up onto Suraveth's back.

You spring into the air and catch the thermals rising from the bowl floor to carry you aloft.

Southern Bowl Airspace, Telgar Weyr
Hovering above the southern part of Telgar Weyr's hourglass-shaped bowl, you are surrounded by a three-quarter circle of spiky rock walls. Flat across its east face and open at its northern-most end, the shape is perfect to bring up the chill winds which swirl around you. Below, you can almost make out the bustling of activity outside of the living cavern and Infirmary as well as the lower ledges of the queenriders and Weyrleaders. Far off to the northwest is the gaping cavern of the hatching grounds and the weyrling barracks. Beast sounds filter across from the northeast as the feeding pens are located there. The other half of the hourglass and lake reach perfectly north, the snow-capped peaks of mountains not far beyond them.

Suraveth disappears into Between.

Between
You gasp as the icy black nothingness of Between surrounds you! You hear nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing. The trip takes five heartbeats...
Black...
Blacker...
Blackest!
You suddenly emerge...

Upper Sky -- Ista Weyr

The light seems to be absorbed into the ebon spires of the Spindles that circle the eastern side of the upper bowl wall, clawing at the sky like a dragon's foot. Beyond the spindles to the east, you can see the lush green hills and mountains of Ista Isle, and far beyond that, the glimmering of the eastern sea. To the west, you can see the plateau, several hundred meters below westwards, and the vast, sparkling blue ocean beyond. Around you, dragons and firelizards sail on the dangerous air currents for which Ista is infamous. Here, high above the black caldera, the updrafts are less treacherous than they are further down in the bowl, but still dangerous to the unwary. The vast openings to the lower caverns are visible in the direct glaring sunset light on the southeastern side of the bowl below you.
The dry winter season relieves Ista Island of its humidity, replacing it with light, buoyant air. Today, a gray blanket of clouds dominates the sky and a nice, light breeze carries the scent of sea air.

Obvious exits:
Upper Sky Down Forest Weyrs Star Stones Dragon Weyrs

Suraveth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

Lower Bowl Sky -- Ista Weyr

Here, you are barely thirty meters above the ground, at the center of the large bowl. The evening light pours through the great gap of the plateau to the west, illuminating the entrance to the Living Caverns to the southeast and the great opening of the Hatching grounds along the sharp eastern curve of the wall. The light glints off the bay visible beyond the plateau as the sun slowly swings to set over the ocean.
The dry winter season relieves Ista Island of its humidity, replacing it with light, buoyant air. Today, a gray blanket of clouds dominates the sky and a nice, light breeze carries the scent of sea air.

Northwest Bowl -- Ista Weyr

The golden light of the evening sun outlines the corral's fences to the west. To the southeast, the bowl widens out as it approaches the far side of towering black rock and the high fingers, five jutting peaks, high above. The black and gray rock of the bowl is devoid of any green or colour, except for the hundreds of dragons seen on ledges all along the Weyr walls. The Weyrling Barracks to the north open wide in a double-arch.
The dry winter season relieves Ista Island of its humidity, replacing it with light, buoyant air. Today, a gray blanket of clouds dominates the sky and a nice, light breeze carries the scent of sea air.

Plateau -- Ista Weyr

In the slanting light of sunset, everything is bathed in golden light. The Istan Plateau is barely visible here on ground level for what it is: a mass of lava that flowed out from the broken line of the northwestern Istan bowl toward and into the sea. The rich soil of the plateau yields a lush dusky emerald and violet carpet of vegetation. The plateau suddenly ends at the sea in a high sloping cliff. You can see the rainbow of a roaring waterfall at the center edge, fed from a large pool that dragons often are found bathing in. A well-worn trail leads south from the plateau and down to the black volcanic sands of the island's beaches. The massive spires of the five black Spindles rise out of the ebon rock of the far side of the Weyr bowl to loom menacingly, distant yet still stark against the sky. The massive black stone of the Weyr seems to absorb all the sunset light falling on it.
The dry winter season relieves Ista Island of its humidity, replacing it with light, buoyant air. Today, a gray blanket of clouds dominates the sky and a nice, light breeze carries the scent of sea air.
Paths lead down to the beach and back toward the Weyr around the corrals.

North Beach -- Ista Weyr

Sunset at the beach: as the cool wind blows in from over the waters, the sallow sun slips below the wave-tossed sea that fades from green to black. The light of Rukbat washes the beach, the forests to your south, and the great black rock of the Weyr behind you in crimson light. The stars climb up over the Weyr and the plateau to your east, rising above the mist cast by the dancing waterfall that glows in a million firey rainbows. The black sands of the beach stretch for kilometres to the north and south, following the shoreline of the plateau. Below the pastel beauty of the blue-green sunset sky to the west, the dark smudges of the Ista Isles float on the sea, like the coils of some mythical monster.

The dry winter season relieves Ista Island of its humidity, replacing it with light, buoyant air. Today, a gray blanket of clouds dominates the sky and a nice, light breeze carries the scent of sea air.
To the northwest, a bridge arches over the stream. To the south, the beaches continue to where long docks stretch far into the bay.

North Beach -- Ista Weyr

Sunset at the beach: as the cool wind blows in from over the waters, the sallow sun slips below the wave-tossed sea that fades from green to black. The light of Rukbat washes the beach, the forests to your south, and the great black rock of the Weyr behind you in crimson light. The stars climb up over the Weyr and the plateau to your east, rising above the mist cast by the dancing waterfall that glows in a million firey rainbows. The black sands of the beach stretch for kilometres to the north and south, following the shoreline of the plateau. Below the pastel beauty of the blue-green sunset sky to the west, the dark smudges of the Ista Isles float on the sea, like the coils of some mythical monster.

The dry winter season relieves Ista Island of its humidity, replacing it with light, buoyant air. Today, a gray blanket of clouds dominates the sky and a nice, light breeze carries the scent of sea air.
To the northwest, a bridge arches over the stream. To the south, the beaches continue to where long docks stretch far into the bay.

Ileste hangs on tight for the whole journey, somewhat less shocked from /between's/ cold-- though she still gasps softly once they're out of that abrupt nothingness.

With a grace seemingly forgotten by larger and bulkier dragons, Suraveth wings her way across the Weyr, bugling a hello to the watchdragon just before she begins to descend towards the sifting sands and surf with the fish-friends just waiting for her. The landing is smooth--as always--and Ronari wastes no time in sliding off--she didn't bother with harness straps herself.

Ileste unbuckles herself and follows suit. "Thank you, Suraveth."

Ronari makes quick work of the harness, pulling it off and dropping it in the sand. She gives Suraveth an affectionate swat on the shoulder as the green lopes down towards the surf. "Thank you .Suraveth., eh? Because of course I had nothing to do with it, only extended the invitation did I, even if it was because that old lady wouldn't leave me be..." she grumbles under her breath as she undresses, but it's good-natured. She drops her belt and top in a pile and then begins work on her boots. She looks up at Ileste as if just remembering she's here. "Coming in?"

Ileste just smiles cheerfully at Ronari. "Yes. I brought towels, too." And she begins to shrug out of her heavy winter gear, too.

One boot off and halfway through the other one, Ronari stops and turns a quizzical expression on Ileste. "Towels? .Towels.? Fine if you're going to save the world I suppose, but we've got real sun here, Ileste! We'll make best use of it for drying I should think." And by the time that's said, the other boot and her riding trous have joined the pile of clothing, soon followed by her breastband and unders. She stands with hands on hips and watches Suraveth out in the surf playing.

Ileste, just a little pink-cheeked, stays in her underclothes. "The sun might go down by the time we come out," is all she says.

Ronari glances back at her passenger and wrinkles her nose up when she sees the remaining garments. "You know the salt-water'll ruin those, right?"

Ileste shrugs. "I don't want to get sunburned in inconvenient places." She's pale enough that it's a plausible excuse, at least.

After scrutinizing Ileste for a long minute more--as if to figure something out--Ronari shrugs. "Suit yourself," she offers before shooting a mischievous grin. "Last one there's a rotten wher egg!" And with that, she dashes off down towards the surf.

Ileste chases after her, braids bouncing. "You're in better shape than I am, no fair!" The rigors of riding are much more onerous than an infirmary assistant's duties, after all! She's fast, but Ronari has the advantage.

"Life isn't fair!" Ronari calls back with a laugh. She crests a small dune and has to jump over a rather nasty looking hole--dug by curious children no doubt--a maneuver which saves her ankle but loses her precious seconds of lead.

Ileste, seeing Ronari jump, veers sideways to avoid the hole. Ronari remains in the lead!

Devlin, who up until now had been playing contentedly with Sura and her fish-friends, spies a wild greenflight in progress and jets up to join the chase. The massive wash of strong emotions causes Ronari to stumble. "Gorram 'lizards!" she grumbles under her breath.

Ileste giggles-- and then stops dead in her tracks at the bleedover from the flight. Her face goes bright red! "That's not the kind of chase we were doing!" she calls after Devlin.

The sand under Ronari's feet is wet and firm from the tides, and it makes a peculiar squelching sound as she collapses onto it, laughing near hysterically at Ileste's chastisement of her bronze.

"Bronzes," Ileste mutters. She paces over to Ronari and leans over to inquire solicitously, "Are you all right?" Her blush hasn't faded in the least.

The rider is laughing so hard that tears are coming out her eyes. She rolls over so she's laying on her side, unable to control the laughter long enough to do anything but nod. Suraveth looks up from her play to ascertain her rider's welfare, but as she finds nothing more serious than a silly human, she returns to her play.

Ileste just shakes her head, and then walks into the surf. "I win!"

Almost immediately the laughter stops and Ronari sits up. "Hey, no fair!" she calls out, but she's smiling as she says it. The tide rolls in and she splashes a bit of the water towards Ileste before standing and moving further out into the water.

Ileste just giggles softly, and splashes her back.

Ronari returns the splash, grinning like mad as she shoots another spray towards Ileste before diving under the water. Several yards away, Suraveth does the same.

Ileste squeals at the new splash, but waits at the surface. She'll bide her time!

Ileste just giggles softly, and splashes her back.

Ronari returns the splash, grinning like mad as she shoots another spray towards Ileste before diving under the water. Several yards away, Suraveth does the same.

Ileste squeals at the new splash, but waits at the surface. She'll bide her time!

For a long moment, there's silence and the water is almost still. Just when their lack would become worrisome, Ronari and Suraveth emerge from the water, much farther and deeper out. Ronari is half-standing on her green's lower neck, gripping onto the ridge in front of her as three powerful wingbeats take her and Suraveth above the water. Just as the dainty green starts to dive again, Ronari jumps and somersaults, her splash followed by a much larger one as her draogn follows.
Ileste, in the shallows, claps enthusiastically.

The pair surfaces again momentarily, Ronari seated 'side-saddle' between two ridges as Suraveth paddles back towards Ileste and the shallows. Upon seeing and hearing the applause, Ronari gives a deep bow--which precipitates her rolling back into the water. She comes up for air near Ileste, shaking her head and pushing her hair back out of her eyes with that manic grin still in place.

Ileste beams at her. "Is that how you practiced those dives in the air?"
Ronari nods. "At first, yeah. Ever since she was little, Sura's been in love with the water, so we've spent a lot of time here." She glances over at the dragoness-in-question and smiles affectionately. Turning back to Ileste, she frowns in thought. "But working in water and working in the air are so different that the practice here could only take us so far, really."

Ileste begins to drift out a little more, slow enough that she can hear Ronari. "Was it scary at first, jumping through the air without water to catch you?"

"Oh, terrifying," Ronari admits in all seriousness. It's an expression she holds only for a moment before that manic grin breaks out. "But that's really the point isn't it? Never sit still, that's my motto!" she calls out a little over-cheerfully as she pushes more wet hair out of her face.
Ileste pauses to watch her, her answering smile quite a bit softer, quieter. "It sounds very exciting."

"Oh, it is! You'd never believe all of the things you miss if you sit still, living your life in a dull rhythm. I much prefer excitement."

"That's often how it is, outside a weyr..." Ileste admits. "A lot of the same things, making sure you've sold enough goods, or you've harvested a field, or done your chores... All part of the same rhythm."

For a moment, Ronari's pale eyes darken, harden, and the laughter shining from them earlier is abruptly gone. "Which is fine until that rhythm kills you," she says bitterly. "Because you know what a rhythm is, Ileste? It's .predictable. And predictable is easy to kill," she spits out, glaring off into the distance.

"I'm sorry," Ileste states quietly. "I know it's not like that in a weyr."
And just as soon as it came, the darkness is gone, and Ronari turns a bright smile on Ileste. "Nope, not at all. There it's the lack of rhythm that'll get you. But at least you get a fighting chance," she adds brightly, though the joy doesn't quite reach her eyes.

"...Ronari..." And Ileste continues to gaze at her, her concern evident. She asks quite bluntly, though in the same soft tone, "Are you all right? You're being very cheerful, but it's only in your smile."

Ronari doesn't say anything, instead she moves out of the water and walks back towards their clothes piles. She picks up one of the towels and begins to dry her hair with it. That done, she straightens and beams down at Ileste, calling her back with a wave of her arm. "Come on and use one of these towels of yours. I smell something cooking and I don't know about you, but I'm starved!" she finishes in a cheery tone.

[Roleplay] Injuries and Scars (From T'rev's LJ!)

2008-01-26T02:44:42Z

Who: T'rev, Juliri, Edlyn, Ileste,
What: A day in the infirmary.
When: Day 21, month 1, Turn 15, of the Tenth Interval.
Where: The Infirmary.

( Yeah, sliced my finger up but good. )

Ileste's Bio

2008-01-26T01:52:34Z

Ileste is the teenage granddaughter of I'sai and Alessandra of Telgar Weyr, and A'deth of Igen Weyr.

Though she was born at Telgar, she, like her mother and grandmother, is a member of the Wylen trader clan, which specialises in fabric, clothing, and jewelry. Her parents stand to inherit leadership of the clan, and in the future it's presumed that, as an only child, so will she.

She has spent most of her life on the move, and was already very good at keeping records and balancing the books. However, she was somewhat restless and dissatisfied. To her parents' dismay, the renewed advent of Thread prompted her to return to the Weyr.

Becoming an infirmary assistant, as her father also once was in his youth, is a far cry from being her clan's heir apparent, but she seems to find the change acceptable. Dutiful and possessed of much sangfroid, she seems to presently find satisfaction in being of service to those who are of service to Pern.

She has recently moved to Igen Weyr, wishing to get to know -- and to assist -- her other relations, now that Threadfall is almost gone.

[Image] Ileste

2008-01-24T20:49:42Z

In white.

Ileste's Winter Description!

2008-01-24T16:42:35Z

In her mid-teens, Ileste is a slender girl of average height. Her long white-blonde hair is braided, looped, and pinned up with a silver and amethyst clip, framing the fair-skinned oval of her face, and complementing the pale violet of her large eyes. Her lips are touched with softest pink.

Her attire is entirely in Igen's colors, their dark richness only exaggerating her pallor: a black blouse made of thick sisal, a black and gold brocade vest, a heavy black skirt also embroidered at the hem with gold, and prettily matching shoes. At her shoulder is the knot of a resident of Igen Weyr.

[Image] Ileste

2008-01-22T21:35:22Z

[Roleplay] Beauty

2008-01-22T09:07:25Z

Who: Ronari and Ileste
What: Ileste meets Ronari and Suraveth.
When: A winter night on day 10, month 1, Turn 15, of the Interval.
Where: Telgar Weyr's Bowl

Southern Bowl, Telgar Weyr
Towering above, the bowl wall rises in a curving three-pointed arc as it shelters this southernmost point of Telgar Weyr's great caldera. Sloping down to the north to a slight degree, the floor of the bowl has been channeled so that runoff might drain down to the lake beyond. There are several strategically placed evergreens that serve to baffle the biting mountain winds away from the southern entrance into the Living Caverns. Drifts of snow and the heavy tracks of large dragon feet and bellies cross the expanse of the bowl. Rocks and crags are hung with the purest white. Northward, the center of the bowl spreads hugely, leading to the feeding pens, hatching grounds, weyrling barracks, the Telgar Weyr lake. The ground-level weyrs of the queenriders dot the mountain to the northwest. The murmur of voices and the clatter of pots and chairs drifts from the Living Cavern, where the evening meal is being served. (+view available)
The night is mostly hidden behind dark clouds that cover the sky, though when the clouds clear briefly you can see the stars. The smaller Belior is a nearly full waning gibbous while Timor shines in half moon. A few flakes of snow are falling. A light wind blows and the winter air is freezing against you. The ground is covered with a layer of snow.
Ronari:
A dark-haired, blue-eyed wisp of a girl, Ronari doesn't give much of an impression. Her pretty eyes and soft hair are the beauty in contrast to her otherwise plain face. She has a light dusting of freckles in the hollows on either side of her nose. Her body is slight, willowy if tall. She has small curves, but dainty. Her hands are long soft and nimble. The years of riding have built up and hardened her frame. Though she appears to be soft and frail, it is most decidedly an illusion. She's wearing plain trous and a tunic belted with a simple strap of wher-hide. On her shoulder is the knot of a Telgar Wingleader for Thunderbolt.
She is 22 Turns, 11 months, and 6 days old.

Stretching her arms above her head, Ronari cracks her neck twice, tugging the hem of her flight jacket back down and brushing off a bit of snow. Beside her, a dainty green dragon has laid down, whuffling and playing in the snow around her. The dark-haired rider takes a deep breath of night air and leans against her dragon--funny, there's no harness on the green, but her rider's dressed for flight.

Ileste, bundled up in warm clothes, stands near the entry to the living cavern. Amidst all the white, she's a spot of shadow, lurking quietly as she takes in the new enough sights of the weyr. Her attention lingers on Ronari and Suraveth and the contradiction of flight clothes and yet that lack of gear-- even she's seen enough dragons to notice that.

Ileste:
In her early teens, Ileste is a slender girl of average height. Her long white-blonde hair is braided, looped, and pinned up with a silver and amethyst clip, framing the fair-skinned oval of her face, and complementing the pale violet of her large eyes. Her lips are touched with softest pink.
Her attire is entirely in Telgar's colors, their monochrome severity only exaggerating her pallor: a black blouse made of thick sisal, a black and white brocade vest, a heavy black skirt embroidered at the hem with white, and flat shoes that match.

Suraveth:
Liquidity radiates in every movement, every dreamy turn of this slender green, as a wash of crystalline water cascades over her body in a loving embrace. The veil of ocean's blue provides a sense of sparkling depth to the olivine seaweed that is predominant across her hide, setting off the shadows of her girlish curves clearly from the length of a meandrous tail and rising high up the supple arc of her neck. Foam caps, a pale offset to her dark shading splash in an indecorous fashion over her eyeridges, careless of how it might bely her whimsical nature, and mark a more translucent path down the narrowness of her maw. An air of feminine delicacy flickers in narrow wings and slim limbs while prisms cast in the pensive glow of her eyes speak of a curiosity that lurks beneath her gentle shell.
Suraveth is 4 Turns, 8 months, and 9 days old and 20.00 meters long. She is 8.48 meters tall at the shoulder and has a wingspan of 32.00 meters.

Suraveth takes note of the shadowed figure in the corner but says nothing to her rider. There's no danger there, so best to leave well enough alone. Ronari, for her part, takes another deep breath of chill night air, a living statue among the snow. Then, without warning, she bolts, runs and leaps onto Suraveth's waiting back. Before her rear even connects with hide, their off into the air, gaining height before swooping about in a series of maneuvers that would make many a harnessed rider ill to his stomach. Floating down from above, free and joyous laughter can be heard, accompanied by a low rumble of pleasure as the pair move in flight. After a moment they settle down to typical drill patterns, holding that idea for a good twenty minutes before diving to a snowy landing.

Ileste, having remained outside to watch and stood silently the whole time, claps mittened hands appreciatively once the impromptu demonstration is over.

Startled by the unexpected noise, Ronari stumbles a little and slides down Suraveth's shoulder a little less gracefully than intended. Once steady on the ground, she squints into the shadows for a hint of just who had been watching them.

Ileste takes a few steps forward. But since she's dressed in Telgari black, that might not help too much. "I apologise if I startled you. It was too amazing not to applaud."

The sound of an unfamiliar voice causes Ronari to quirk her head to one side. The voice direction narrows it down, but she still can't see who it was who spoke. "No worries, I guess--where are you, anyways?"

At that, Ileste continues to approach until she's quite near Ronari. "Right here. Are you all right?"

"Ah, so you are. Nice to meet you." Ronari smiles softly. She looks back to Suraveth. "A little warning would have been nice, hmm?" The green merely grumbles and sends off the mental equivalent of a shrug. Turning back to the girl, Ronari rubs the back of her neck as if thinking. "Oh, yeah, we're fine, just fine. What makes you ask?"

"You fell off," Ileste points out honestly if, perhaps, a little tactlessly. Though she adds just as truthfully, "But the rest of it all was very well done."

"Oh, yes, well. That last bit. I'm erm, not really used to being surprised this time of night. But I've taken worse tumbles, nothing to fear." Ronari gives a reassuring smile and brushes a bit of snow off of the backs of her thighs. "Yeah, Sura's pretty amazing once you get her in the air." There's a low bellow of indignation from said green. "Oi! I never sai you were bad on the ground, now did I? No, I didn't, so calm down."

"She's just as magnificent on the ground," Ileste agrees with courteous cheer.

Suraveth warbles softly and fairly preens under the praise. Ronari throws up her arms and spins a circle on her heel. "Oh, now you've done it. I'll never hear the end of it now," she groans with fond frustration. She freezes and gives the girl a more appraising look. "Oh, now come to think of it, I don't think I've seen you around before. What's your name?"

Ileste straightens up just a little. "Ileste. I haven't been here since I was little. I help in the infirmary now, so please try not to ever have to go there."

At this explanation, Ronari's eyes and demeanor soften, and she takes a longer look at the girl. "You too, then," she mumbles. There's a small pause and then she's back, up and chipper in no time flat. "Well, I'll certainly try to stay out of your way. Can't say the same for my boys, though. Some of 'em are a bit rowdy. I'm Ronari, nice to meet you, Ileste." The freen behind her rumbles low. "I didn't forget you." Ronari turns back to Ileste and jerks her thumb over her shoulder. "And that silly, gorgeous beast behind me is my Suraveth."

"Your boys?" And Ileste bobs her head. "Well met." And to Suraveth, she bows somewhat more deeply. "Well met!"

"Yep! My boys--well, to be fair, a good portion of my wing gets riled up on occasion, but mostly the boys..." She trails off as Ileste gives the traditional answer to an introduction. She folds her arms over her chest and rolls her eyes. "Figures," she mutters to herself before dropping right down to sit in the snow, leaning her back against her green. "So, Ileste, what brings you back Telgar way?"

Ileste seems minded to be on her very best behavior! "My grandparents are riders here. My family's traders on my mother's side, but I don't want to do that right now. Since I'm old enough to mind myself, I came back here instead. It's more useful to help than it is to sell pretty things, isn't it?"

"Oh, I don't know. If no one sold pretty things, then there wouldn't be pretty things to be had, and that would just be a shame," Ronari rattles off amiably. She folds her hands behind her head and looks up at Ileste. "You can sit if you like, Sura's real good about playing back-rest to people who flatter her well enough." She shifts her weight a little, displacing snow until she's a bit more comfortable. "Your grandparents, you say? Which are they?"

Ileste obligingly sits down, shifting closer as the dragon's wamrth begins to seep in. "Thank you, Suraveth! They're I'sai and Alessandra, do you know them?"

Ronari seems to think for a moment. "Ah, yes, bronze Taralyth and green Kiyoth's riders. Good folk, your grandparents, though not in my wing." Suraveth acknowledges Ileste's gratitude with a low, contented warble. Ronari chuckles. "She says to tell you that nice-mannered ladies like yourself are always welcome to sit with her." She leans nearer to Ileste and stage-whispers, "I think she's trying to hint at something, don't you?"

"Thank you, Suraveth!" Ileste chirps again. And adds with a little smile, "Your manners have been very nice so far, if that's what she means?"

Ronari tilts her head back and laughs. "Oh, I'm polite enough I suppose, but .manners. now, that's something I'm not good at anymore."

"They're the same thing, really," Ileste disagrees very gently. "You've been so nice that I'd probably sell you something at a discount, if this were a gather."

"Shards, Ileste, but unless you'd be selling numbweed paste in dragon-size tubs or enough leather for three new harnesses, the thought wouldn't even have crossed my mind." She chuckles to herself and settles deeper against Suraveth's side. "I haven't even thought about anything else for about a turn now." She rolls her head to face Ileste.
"Wingleaders like me don't have time for pretty things, as sad as I would be to see them go."

"I'll find you," Ileste states quietly, her smile faint but genuine, "A blue ribbon for your hair. With light green embroidery. You'll have to haggle, but I'm sure that you'll be so well-mannered that I'll have no choice but to give it to you for... another demonstration?"

Ronari suppresses a yawn and sends a bright grin Ileste's way. "I'd pay that easily, but I'd have to make sure I haggled my wing's needs first." She sighs and pushes to her feet, dusting off the bits of snow still clinging to her clothes. "And right now, that means leathers, hides and numbweed."

Ileste rises, too. "Those aren't pretty, but I might be able to find some at a discount if the Weyr's running short."

Ronari grins over at the younger girl and reaches out to ruffle her hair. "Naw, wrong there, Ileste. All three of them can save a life, be it dragon or rider. To me, that makes them the most beautiful things in all of Pern." She turns and vaults to Suraveth's waiting shoulder. "Don't worry about it, it isn't a Weyr problem." From there, she leaps to the neck, and slides into the snug space between ridges. "I'll take care of it, but thanks for the offer."

Ileste reaches up to smooth her hair. "It's still on the table!" she calls up.

Ronari winks down and waves. "Glad to hear it! Now I'll know who to come to if I ever need a Trader's ear." She grins broadly. "Pleasure meeting you, Ileste, but I've still a stack of hides to go through before bed. I'll be seeing you!" Suraveth takes a few steps so as to be a safe distance from the girl, and then launches herself into the air, rising quickly and barrel-rolling one series in farewell to the girl below.

Ileste waves up at the receding pair, waiting until they're out of sight before heading back inside.