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RL date - Sunday 26th March 2000
Pern date - Day 1, Month 1, Turn 31, of the Tenth Pass.
Location - Telgar Weyr
Occupation - Farmer's Boy
Copyright Info: The World of Pern is copyright(c) to Anne McCaffrey
1967. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright.
In case you're wondering why Miteh is looking around for anything
that's his, it's because Mit's packing to leave to go back to
Benden Hold... where conveniently there's a blizzard about
to blow up. Ah, coincidence :)
Ofira is the mother of Girad and a MasterBaker.
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Leelson walks here from the Inner Cavern.
Leelson has arrived.
Tirdan walks here from the Inner Cavern.
Tirdan has arrived.
Leelson walks into the living cavern, hands clasped behind him as he starts on his way towards the serving table. He nods polite greetings to the people in the cavern.
Ofira walks in from the kitchen.
Ofira has arrived.
Pierron inclines his head and smiles sweetly at the Master Baker.
Tirdan trots in after Leelson. He scoots to a stop next to the serving tables and looks over it a /very/ short while before filling a plate with meatrolls. He turns from the table, meatroll already stuck in his mouth, and he tosses a wave before finding himself a seat.
Ofira comes out of the kitchen, frowning, "Oh, Keara, 'afternoon. Have you seen my notes anywhere? I was sure I'd left them here..."
Miteh sighs as he mutters to himself, "No Candidates here..." after looking inside a two-finger-width wide pot. Raising his eyebrows at the sudden mass entrance to the Cavern, he bows to Leelson, Tirdan and Ofira separately.
Miteh walks alongside some chairs, saying, "Not mine, not mine, not mine, not mine..." quietly to himself.
Meatrll still in his mouth, Tirdan raises an eyebrow at Miteh. After biting off the meatroll and chewing a little, he asks, "What was that for?" He looks at Lee, thoroughly confused. Suddenly, his eyes widen, and he dashes toward the kitchen, yelling, "Hot! Hot!"
Tirdan walks off towards the kitchen.
Tirdan has left.
Keara glances up from another perusal of notes, "Hello, Ofira, and /Tirdan/." She grins. Widely. And then blinks as he goes running off.
Miteh wanders over to the Dragonpoker table and flicks through the deck, before shrugging and saying nonchalantly, "No, it's not mine either."
Tirdan walks in from the kitchen.
Tirdan has arrived.
Ofira looks after Tirdan in surprise, "What was that about?" she asks Keara.
Miteh spins round to answer Tirdan, but notices he's already run off. He shrugs again.
Leelson greets Ofira with a little bow. "Ma'am" he says in greeting before pouring himself a glass of redfruit juice. Remembering something he turns back to Ofira and Keara to say "I'm at crafter disposal today, so if you have anything you want done, I'll try to do it for you."
Tirdan returns, a large mug of something in his hands. He drinks from it a long drought before coughing and glaring at his meatrolls. He sputters at them, "What the.. sharding hot meatrolls. Too much spice or something." After the short rant, he raises the mug to his mouth again.
Keara shrugs to Ofira, "I guess he doesn't like spicy stuff. Any spicy stuff. Cause the only meatrolls out today are regular and medium-hot." A glance to Lee, "I'm sure I can find something for you to do."
Ofira nods to Keara, and then to Leelson, "Nice to see you again Candidate."
Miteh looks quizically at the meatrolls, and takes one from another tray. Biting into it carefully, and chewing it, he says still with a mouth full of meatroll, "T'stes fine t' me."
Tirdan lowers his mug, eyes wide, "/Medium/ hot?" He glares at his plate and snorts, "Tasted more than that to me." Sighing, he asks, "Which ones are the regular ones, then?"
Ofira glances over at the tray, "I had some of those hot ones you make Keara. Very good."
Tamera walks here from the Inner Cavern.
Tamera has arrived.
Keara answers promptly, "The ones without the little flames painted on them. I would think that'd be easy enough to figure out." A pleased grin to Ofira and she adds, "Thanks!"
Leelson blinks at Tirdan a few times. "I had the meatrolls yesterday for dinner and didn't find them too hot." Lee shrugs a little with a grin to himself and carries his drink over to a place near the two bakers. "I'd be happy to help either of you." Lee mutters something about definitely not being happy to help a certain rider named J'var.
Ofira nods to Keara, "How are the pie experiments going? And if you don't need Leelson, I can use a hand with something. But if you do, I can find someone else, I'm sure."
Tamera walks in carrying her usual stack of hides, though a bit more haphazardly then usual as she seems to be daydreaming abit.
Tirdan sits down, muttering to himself. He shakes his head and sips from his mug mournfully.
"Tirdan's here," says Kea, "I can make do with him. And the pies, oh the pies are going wonderfully. I just wish I could get them to taste the same as the regular ones, but I suppose that's not very practical." She rolls up her hide and sticks it in her pocket, then ambles towards Tirdan with a wave towards Tamera.
Miteh continues checking if he owns any of the Weyr, with no results. "No, not mine... nor that..."
Tamera would waves in greeting, but her stack of hides is so high she can't see over or around it.
Ofira looks from Tirdan to Leelson, "I don't know that one," she says, nodding to Tirdan, "But this one," she says, this tiem with a not towards Leelson, "Seems well mannered and pleasant."
Tirdan sits demurely swirling the mysterious mug of liquid as Keara approaches, unaware of his impending doom.
Leelson smiles happily at the praise from Ofira and takes a sip of his drink. "I'd be happy to help you ma'am. What can I do?"
Impending doom? My, that does sound familiar. But Kea's not really Avril Bitra in disguise; she leans her hand on the back of the chair across from him and asks, "What is it you're supposed to be doing? Messenger?"
Ofira explains, "I had some notes. On wherhide. There were about five hides, written over on both sides in a dark blue ink. I've left them -somewhere- in this weyr, and I need help finding them." Does this sound like a wild wherry hunt?
Tirdan turns around, eyes wide with suprise. He stands up suddenly, "Oh. Keara. I didn't.. I mean..." He stops and bows his head a little, "Board said running errands."
Leelson furrows his brow as he thinks. "Well, what sort of notes are they? Cooking notes? Where did you write them?" Lee tries to get some information that might help.
Tamera drops the stack of hides on a table and sits down stretching, She looks much more rested then usual which is infact unusual.
Miteh pipes up with, "There weren't any notes under that cup of klah.", pointing to a small mug on a table.
Ofira nods, "Baker notes. Nothing secret exactly...but it would be better not to have them get into the wrong hands." She nods knowingly to him, as if this should be meaningful. "I wrote them in the lower caverns here, in my office, and then packed everything up to leave, but they're not there now."
Ofira looks over at Miteh and shakes her head, "No, they were larger than that. Like what Tamera is carrying."
Keara ponders, "Running errands. In Weyr, I suppose; drat that, I need more hotspice and I haven't the time to go get it myself. Let's see." She sits down and starts poking through her hides.
Miteh nods at Ofira.
Girad has connected.
Girad returns, lugging his bag
Leelson stares at his redfruit juice in thought. "Well, the best place to start is your office I guess. Am I allowed in there?"
Tirdan looks at the offending meatrolls then up at Keara, "/Those/ are yours?" He does nods, though, "Yes. Most probably in the Weyr only."
Tamera hrms and looks around as she goes to get a mug of Klah.
Miteh gives a wave to Girad, then looks around jointly for any sign of Ofira's notes and anything which belongs to him, not including that bluerider's stew he just checked.
Ofira nods to Leelson, "Yes, so long as you leave everything as you find it. Maybe Girad could go with you..." she suggests as her sone comes in.
Girad ahems. "Go where, precisely?"
Corin has connected.
"Nobody else better try to pass their meatrolls off as mine," says Kea airily. "Let's see, then, what can you do. "
Corin wanders into the cavern, chatting to another boy his age.
Tamera walks back over to her hides setting her mug down looking around and giving a slight wave to everyone before starting to look over the hides.
Corin's Description: Short black hair flops around his forehead, often covering his eyes. Small blue eyes can just be seen underneath the hair though not very often. He's around 5'5" tall though his gawky appearances attests to the fact that he's still growing.
He's wearing grubby grey trous, a grubby white tunic and an equally grubby jacket. On his feet are scuffed black boots, laces trailing across the floor. On his shoulder is a knot of a little at Telgar Weyr
He appears to be about 10 Turns, 9 months, and 4 days old.
Tirdan murmers something about not needing any more spice. He stands patiently, waiting for Keara to find a task to her liking. He winces as she does so, waiting for some horrible fate.
Girad crosses to his mother's side "Has my destination changed"
Miteh also gives Corin a wave before checking if he owns a table.
Leelson looks from Ofira to the boy approaching her side.
Keara glances up at Tirdan, "Ah, you don't have to do it right this minute, if you're busy. But I do need someone to go find Rinna, she's one of the helpers. I don't know /where/ she might be, and she was supposed to have been chopping vegetables all the morning. So if you could just ask about."
Ofira nods, "For the moment, Iwas hoping you could go help Leelson in my office, to find my notes."
Tirdan nods, repeating the name, "Rinna. Alright, I'll keep an eye out for her." He raises an eyebrow, "Anything else?"
Girad looks surly. "I thought we were going to Igen? besides, you've looked there, and my looking again wouldn't make them appear if they weren;t there before, would they?" Logic of the adolescent male.
Keara answers longingly, "Well, no, because you're messengering and such, but if you see a Candidate with kitchen duty, just send him or her my way as well? There're vegetables to chop."
Leelson turns to Girad and says with a smile and a tone that suggests he's comfortable with children and youngsters. "Sometimes it's good to go over something twice. It's easy to miss things when you're frustrated and stuff."
Tirdan smiles and nods, releasing a good deal of held breath and replies, "Yes. Of course, Keara." He hums, "I'll have to read the list again, but I'm pretty sure I can find them."
Girad says "My mother is seldom superficial or frustrated. More like, she feels that I might know where the notes are and uncover them"
Leelson blinks suddenly at the little. "Pretty articulate aren't you?" he says with amusment before glancing at Ofira with a little smile.
Ofira smiles a little, and then nods to Leelson. "Girad, you go help him. It helps to have someone who's not so familiar with the rooms to look." she urges.
Tirdan's attention is also caught by the kid. He nods in awe, "Better spoken thatn /I/ am."
The youngster shrugs "Mother tells me off if I just grunt"
Girad says "We can go look. Not that I think we'll find them"
Keara wiggles her fingers at the lucky, lucky Candidate and rises to scurry towards the kitchen, returning with a basket of vegetable and an assortment of peelers and knives. Settling down she starts in on them and asks Ofira, "Aside from losing your notes, Craftmaster, how is everything?"
Leelson shrugs a little. "Well, we can make a game of it maybe, okay?" he says to Girad.
Girad looks at leelson with a rather flat gaze. "A game?"
Miteh fails to discover any convenient tags showing ownership on a jug of redfruit juice, but pours himself a cup anyway. "Would anyone like anything?", he asks everyone in general.
Leelson furrows his brow for a brief moment then shrugs. "Well, whatever. Let's go look."
Girad sighs and starts off, mumbling. "A game...all... about seven... snakes...."
Miteh, whilst waiting for a reply, mutters to himself, "About..." - he counts on his fingers whilst mouthing out various places on Pern - "four days... runnerback... think so."
Tamera takes a sip from her mug and frowns setting a hide down looking around "..."
Leelson walks towards the inner cavern.
Leelson has left.
Girad walks towards the inner cavern.
Girad has left.
Tirdan gets up from his seat and hums. He takes his mug and comments, "Need to see something." He walks out to the bowl, humming to himself.
Tirdan walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Tirdan has left.
Tamera has reconnected.
Miteh drinks some of his redfruit juice and peers closely at the cup before announcing quietly, "No."
Keara starts in on her vegetables, working quickly and efficiently. A glance is spared for Miteh, "Eh?"
Tamera hands her mug to a passing drudge and grabs her hides walking into the lowercaverns.
Tamera walks towards the inner cavern.
Tamera has left.
Miteh turns round to Keara, and answers, "I'm going back to Benden Hold for a bit - Aunt Ayling at Telgar Hold is fed up with us and so my family are going back home."
Ofira sits back down and replies to Keara, "Oh, well enough." she says without much enthusiasm. "And yourself? Busy here, I see."
Bosch has arrived.
Pierron sniffs at the klah pot, and throws the old klah out with a look of disgust.
Bosch walks towards the inner cavern.
Bosch has left.
"Always busy," Keara says cheerfully, glancing at Ofira with a little bit of concern. "Handfasting plans going well?"
Ofira smiles wanly, "Slowly. So much to do, for both of us, you know. Worries with Girad, with the testing. It's difficult sometimes. I just wish - it were midsummer already."
Your location's current time: 15:53 on day 1, month 1, Turn 31, of the Tenth Pass. It is a winter afternoon.
Kindre walks in from the bowl.
Kindre has arrived.
Pierron winks laconically at the retired Weyrwoman.
Ofira looks up and smiles, "Kindre!" she calls, waving, "So good to see you!"
Kindre simply rolls her eyes at Pierron as she passes him on her way towards the hearth. Filling a mug with klah, she turns and then lifts a hand in a wave. "Good afternoon all," she offers cheerfully, "Master Ofira! It's always a pleasure to see you. I've been meaning to ask how Jorenan has been doing. Been ages since I've heard of him," she notes and smiles wide. Pausing to take a sip of the liquid in her cup, she then moves to a seat.
Miteh looks up from his redfruit juice and turns around to Kindre. He bows to her, then waves.
Keara wonders, peeling a fingerroot, "Testing?"
Leelson walks here from the Inner Cavern.
Leelson has arrived.
Girad walks here from the Inner Cavern.
Girad has arrived.
Girad comes in, carrying a silver klah pot.
Leelson returns from the inner caverns empty handed and heads straight for Ofira. He shrugs towards her with an apologetic expression before asking politely "Where did you go when you left your office?"
Ofira smiles, "He's well. Busy studying for his masters exams and helping me with the handfasting preparations. I was just telling Keara." She looks over at Leelson and sighs. "Not there? Well...I walked through the lower caverns. Visited with some people..."
Girad clutches the klah pot tightly. the lid bucks a little under some force. "Did you have the notes then?"
Kindre gives Miteh a curious look. "Hello, I'm Kindre," she introduces herself before grinning. "A simple wave will do for me, by the way...that bowing stuff makes me feel a bit anchient or the like," is added with a wink. Girad and Leelson are offered waves of hellow before she returns her attentions to Ofira and Keara. Nodding, she smiles a bit wider. "Sounds busy. I miss seeing him around here, to be true. Would you offer him a hello from me next time you see him, please?"
Miteh smiles back at Kindre. "Okay, I won't bow!", he laughs. "I'm Miteh, from Benden Hold. I'm going back there shortly, but at the moment I'm visiting an aunt in the area."
Miteh waves back at Girad as he comes in. To Leelson and Girad, he says, "No luck with those notes, then?"
Leelson furrows his brow again and scratches his chin. "Any idea where you visited them? Did you just go into rooms at random?"
Girad says "I'm just popping outside..."
Ofira nods, "Of course. I would be happy too," she says politely. "Do you know my son? Girad?" she nods towards the boy."He's grown a bit since the last time you've seen him, I think." She considers Leelson's question. "Not really. If I knew that, I'd be looking for them myself, wouldn't I?'
Girad dashes out, klah pot squirming in his hands "Wacth out! loose snake!"
Girad walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Girad has left.
One of Kindre's eyebrows arches up higher than the other and her head tilts. "Benden Hold, hmm," she wonders and grins. "Been an age since I've had a chance to visit there. Lara is still there, I assume?"
Keara tosses fingerroot pieces into her bowl, content to listen and chop, chop, chop.
Leelson bows his head a little in apology for his apparently dumb question and heads back to the inner caverns, a strange glance offered to Girad.
Leelson walks towards the inner cavern.
Leelson has left.
Kindre regards Girad a moment and then nods to Ofira. "I believe we've been seeing each other about recently, and he still has that beautiful face he did as a baby," she notes and then smiles. Agreeing with her, she says, "He has grown quite a bit, though. How old are you now, Girad? If you don't mind me asking?"
Ofira sighs as Girad runs out, "I'd best see what he's up to. Lara is still the Lady at Benden," she nods to Kindre and then smiles at the compliment to her son. "He's 13 turns, believe it or not!"
Miteh suddenly realises he ought to be off. "Ought to be going - bye!"
Kindre's eyes widen at the actual age of Girad. "Faranth's wispy ghost...already," she wonders aloud. "How the turns have been flying past," is said more to herself than as in addition to the conversations at hand. Sighing quietly, she lifts her mug for a drink and then falls into quiet thought for a moment.