Resa and the drunk F'dall

The cast:

Resa - Harper Apprentice
F'dall - rider of bronze Gaderith at Telgar Weyr/Harper Apprentice
Liona - Harper Sr. Apprentice

Main Living Cavern
Melodic laughter rings throughout the spacious cavern as riders socialize with   one another, boasting of adventures a-dragonback, and gossiping about stodgy   wingleaders and sordid affairs. Drudges rush past you, their arms laden with   dishes and mugs of Klah, desperate to relieve themselves of their burden   while pesky 'lizards inhibit their progress. The light from the glows warmly illuminates the domed cavern and shimmers off   the walls as miniscule mineral particles reflect the soft lighting like   twinkling stars blanketed in a wintry gray sky. Numerous tables lie scattered   across the room, some large enough to hold a whole wing of riders while   others were made only for two. Towards the back, a large hearth breathes   soul soothing warmth into weary bodies as its flames dance with hypnotic   grace and puppet flickering shadows across the spacious stone stage.
Sultry, mouth-watering aromas float in from a small archway that leads to the   kitchens while chattering can be heard emanating from a wide hallway.
Flopped atop various perches are Spyder, Saionji, Neriset, and Chickadee.
You see Q'uest and S'am here.
Marredoc, F'dall, and Triani are here.
From here you can go:
Lower Caverns             Bowl                       Infirmary                  Kitchen                   Gaming Room

F'dall smiles, and beams just a bit, pride evident in his features at that. Who wouldn't be of course? That's his lifemate that's been mentioned. "Yes, Gaderith." he speaks. "During Telgar's last double clutch, I was on the sands, and it's there that he chose me." He smiles even wider then, and appears to reflect back, of course lifting his mug for another sip before speaking. "In fact, I recall being so uptight at the time I practically jumped out of my skin when it happened."

Resa walks in, speaking with the Master Harper who she arrived with. She nods, then turns towards the fire as he leaves on business. She looks around, seeing who's here this evening, then smiles as she hears a familiar voice.

Neriset dozes off...

Triani is rather amused at that, "Oh, I can only imagine. Did you know he would be your lifemate from the moment he hatched? Or not until the very last moment when you didn make the connection." See, she has learned a thing or two from her sister.

Resa grabs a mug of klah from the fire and turns towards the group, nodding a hellos around, "Hiya Marredoc... and F'dall! " She smiles to Triani, "Hello, I'm Resa..." She raises an eyebrow as she catches a snatch here and there of the conversation going on...

Marredoc waves at Resa. "Heyla, harperone ..."

Triani turns her head about to reguard the newcomer. Chin drops in a greeting, "Well met, Resa. I would be Triani." And with taht, she blinks and looks back to F'dall, "And since you aren't Marredoc I assume that last name she spoke was yours?"

F'dall hmmms thoughtfully, leaning forward just a bit again as he shifts around on his seat to face Triani more fully. Perhaps the wine is starting to show on his features, as he's turned even more talkative than normal. And sharing for that matter. "Oh...I suppose there were signs beforehand..." he muses. "...such as when we were allowed to touch the eggs. I...guess I just didn't clue in to them right away. At least not until I thought about it long after everything was all over. So in truth, I guess I didn't realize until the very end." He then grins and glances towards Resa, offering a quick wave in her direction and raising his mug at the same time. "Well hello! Look who's here again." he chuckles, his attention returning to it's previous place again. "Hrm...? Oh yes! Shards where are my manners!? Yes..I am F'dall, rider of bronze Gaderith." he then pauses. "...erm, as I already mentioned him before, yes."

Resa quirks an eyebrow, taking in F'dal's.. hmm... tipsey state? Her mouth almost falls open, for it's the most she's heard him speak in quite some time! Stifling a chuckle, she leans against the wall nearby and listens to him ramble on, wondering just how much of the wine he's had to drink.

Triani deals with apprentcies and animals all day long, who is she to demand manners? Wan grin stretches nearly unseenly, "Yes, Gaderith. I fine name." She sips again from her cider mug, "And I suppose you two are getting along brilliantly? Been Impressed long? My sister's dragon and she always seem to be arguing over one thing or oanother, absolutly perfect for each other."

"Oh?" Resa turns back to Triani, asking quietly, "Who's your sister?" Not being from the Weyr herself, she doesn't know very many riders herself.

Marredoc buries her head in her hands at the mention of sister, cocking an eyebrow to peer about her. Shanithe isn't here, is she?

"Near 2 Turns and 8 months since standing on the Sands now." F'dall speaks with no measure of hesitation. He keeps well track of how long he's been with his lifemate. "And I find myself less arguing with him on many subjects, and more debating on others. It's sort of a calm....presentation of facts and beliefs." Once again, the mug is drained and emptied, and this time set aside and let go of. Enough of -that- for him....or so he's determined at any rate. "All depends on how the personalities clash with one another I suppose. But in all cases they're matched right somehow. The dragon never chooses wrong."

Triani nods heavily to his last, "So they say... so they say." A quick glance is cast to Resa, "Oh, she isn't from around here. Oeno... O'no is Impressed over at Igen." Attention flits back to F'dall, "So, what is he like? I've met dragons with a penchant for being lazy to ones with an ego overflowing the Weyr bowl. Is your lifemate anything like that?"

Resa ahs, nodding her head as she takes a sip from her streaming mug. The name doesn't ring a bell with her. She smiles, "Don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting her yet..."

F'dall smiles. Well this is a good topic....so far as he's concerned. Not that he's normally this talkative, nosiree. "Oh he's very confident, and sure of himself. But also very calm. He's not close minded to hearing other's opinion, though it takes a fair amount if one wants to convince him against something he believes." he chuckles. "Though it certainly isn't impossible."

Neriset wakes up from her nap.

Triani nods to Resa, "Shes a hard person to catch -often out flying with her lifemate, rarely at the Weyr if she canhelp it." Attention shifts back to F'dall, "In other words, he is quite obvioiusly a bronze dragon?" Is there actually a grin in teasing there? If there was, it was but fleeting and is quite gone now, "And the best person to convice him would be you?"

Neriset dozes off...

F'dall harumphs, though in good humor seemingly. "I don't know if that makes him a -typical- bronze dragon. He's very friendly and civil when it comes to other people of course. And as for convincing him....well it's easier when one can speak to him. Even around the other dragons he tends to be more observant than speaking."

Resa chuckles again to herself, nodding her head. listening to F'dall speak. She seems to find the situation somewhat funny.. then giggles anew as another drudge stops by to fill F'dall's mug again. Taking another sip her her hot klah, she wonders if perhaps she should switch mugs with him!

Marredoc bobs to her feet. She's accustomed to getting her own drinks, and thus does without really thinking about it. She returns to join the conversation - or listen, in her case - whistling.

Triani nods heavily, "Well, seeing as I'm not on any regular basis on speaking terms with a dragon..." She takes a moment to spoon up the last of her greens and eat them, chewing lazily and nearly mimicing that of a herdbeast. Once swallowed, "And I suppose he is quite mehthodical here when it comes to fighting Thread? You plan on leading a Wing someday?"

F'dall nods slowly. "Oh he's very precise when it comes to anything. Very little room for error." he chuckles, and folds his arms over his chest, now just laying himself out as he relaxes fully back in his seat. "As for leading a wing...I don't worry about such aspirations really." he chuckles. "I figure myself lucky enough to be here as it is. Besides...extra responsibility and people looking your way then." he adds with a quick wink.

Triani sniffsa and won't even go there. Instead, she casts a glance to Marredoc /and/ her drink. If'n any of her apprentices even touch the sauce... well, lets just let the rest be unsaid. She nods to the girl, then to F'dall, "Many many turns 'till you have to worry about that and such I should imagine."

Resa just listens, leaning her shoulder against the wall. She watches the entrance to the cavern, watching for the return of Master Fonar, yet knows he'll be with the other harper for awhile yet. *sigh*

F'dall laughs. "Oh of course. That, and clutches." he returns with a quick grin. As if referring to something else that's to occur soon, as he knows. Or rather...his lifemate knows. But far be it for him to mention it, as even under the influence of the wine it's a blood oath he won't violate.

Triani doesn't quite go there either. She might be living in a Weyr, but she definatly isn't taht well imersed into the Weyr scene. "You are but a spring chicken, F'dall..." And at mention of the avians, she briefly scowls as she recalls something or another about such, mumbling. "Marredoc? Be sure to check the chicken pens bright and early tomorrow morning. I'm thinking a wild swherry or two are sneaking off with a couple of the hens." And she looks back to F'dall as she sips her cider.

"You don't think he'd be putting them back, would you?" Marredoc wonders.

F'dall hmmms quietly, turning thoughtful once more. "And I'd like to stay that way as is." he muses, tilting his head back again as he lapses into silence for the moment, whatever thoughts going through his head remaining for him and him alone, and of course his lifemate...

Triani glances to the girl, "Not likely... those wheerrys are probably eating them. Thats why chickesns are so rare, apprentice." And with that she makes another note, to gather up her local apprentices for a few lessons.

Resa chuckles again, then turns to pad back towards the fire to refill her mug from the klah pot.

Triani ponders a few more business aspects, opens her mouth as if to advise Marredoc on some more duties when, alas, a very familiar figure approaches from out of the lower caverns, a mini Triani of but seven turns. "Wren?" Teh Master bobs her head, "Pardon me..." And she gets up to approach the young girl, lowered words passing between the both of them.

Triani converses with her spawn from a bit of a distance for quite a bit of time. Eventually, Master lifts her head to adult height, "The girl is /fare/ too shy for her own good. If you will pardon me, its been a pleasure to meet you all..." A final glance to the Herder apprentice, "Don't forget tomorrow morning, Marredoc."

Triani goes home.

Resa waves goodnight to Traini as she leaves, then decides to take a seat. "So... how have things been?"

F'dall gives Triani his own wave, and of course scoops up the now full mug on the table. He forgot that it was empty....really! With a quick pull, he drains half of it right away, before sighing and glancing towards Resa. "Well enough..." he gives cheerfully. "Awfully busy but.....nothing...strange considering what we're used to."

Resa ohs? Then smiles as she watche F'dall finish off most of the mug of wine. She pulls a leg up onto the seat, leaning into her bent knee. " Not as busy as usual huh? You should come down to the Hall, we'd put you to work. " She smiles, then laughs again...

Mischief wakes up from her nap.

Chickadee flutters her wings about her and then curls up to go nite-nite.

"Oooooh no." F'dall grins, raising a finger and waving it in a 'tsk tsk' motion. "I enjoy my free moments quite enough thank you. I have to make the most of them every chance I get." He chuckles, and raises a hand to brush through his hair, swiping his free locks aside in the process. The last of the wine is finished off yet again, as he seems to fall silent after drinking it.

Resa laughs, "Aww now, F'dall... don't want to grace us with your wonderful presence?" she teases the rider. She peers at him over the rim of her mug, eyes bright with amusement.

"Why of course I do!" F'dall starts, then immediately corrects himself. "Not that I'm saying I'm wonderful, or that I'd be......" he sighs then, and shakes his head slowly. "Shards I can't think straight."

Resa chuckles softly, reaching across the table to patpat F'dall's hand. "I was only teasing you F'dall... brain a little fuzzy?"

F'dall smiles apologetically, glancing back towards Resa again. "Yes...I guess so. I suppose I'm just a bit tired I..." he then glances at his empty mug, which he's still holding, and proceeds to stare at it for a long time, as if pondering.

Resa just nods her head, "Yep.. tired... that's it... couldn't be the wine you've had, huh?" She stifles another giggle behind her mug...

F'dall nods in agreement. "Of course...not the wine. Afterall....I didn't have all that much." he then falls silent again, trying to sort through his memories. "...how many -did- I have anyway?"

Resa grins, swishing the liquid around in her mug, "Well, I know two mugs while I was here.... " She turns to Marredoc, perhaps she knows?

Marredoc cocks an eyebrow. "Too many."

F'dall muses over this for a few more minutes, before finally sliding forward in his seat, moving to get up and suddenly discovering what kind of chore it is. "Guess...I better get back..to my Weyr right now." he murmurs quietly, reaching out a hand to steady himself. If he can even make it back at all.

Resa stands quickly, hand reaching out to steady F'dall, "Hmm.. need some help? Wouldn't want you to fall off Gaddy..."

F'dall moves to hold himself up for the moment, as best he can manage, though it dosen't seem to be accounting for much. "I'm...allright." he murmurs, which of course translates to the exact opposite.

Resa nods, "Yep... well... I wanna say hello to Gaddy anyway. Mind if I walk along with you?" She smiles at Marredoc, rolling her eyes. Guys... always gotta be strong!

F'dall clears his head somewhat....which dosen't account for much, though he does manage to stand up straighter. "Allright..." he says finally, although whether it's an answer to her offer to help him, or her desire to greet the bronze again is left unknown for now.

Resa smiles, slipping her arm through his, supporting him somewhat. "Well, whenever you're ready to go then..." She nods, "Guess I'll see ya around the 'Wings Marredoc?"

Marredoc bows low. "When next I find myself in Crom. Farewell, Resa."

Resa nods, "You too Marredoc... take care!"

Resa helps F'dall out the cavern...

F'dall walks toward Northern Curve of the Bowl.

Northern Curve of the Bowl
A symphony of sounds resonate off the weathered face of the cliff as raucous   activity dominates this side of the bowl. Wisps of conversations can be heard   as weyrfolk to and from the living cavern while riders, brandishing full   stomachs, head back to restless lifemates. Shallow grooves, made by powerful   talons, mar the sandy floor and make walking a bit tricky as you try to   navigate through patchy crowds of people in search of your next destination.
The air is crisp and clear and smells of newness.   It is a spring midday.
F'dall is here.
The following dragons are here: Azraeth, Sazarith, Janareth, Palsth, Lhanath,   and Gaderith
From here you can go:
Central Bowl              Tunnel                     Eastern Curve              Living Cavern             Western Curve              Ground Weyrs

F'dall shuffles on out of the cavern with Resa's help, towards where his big bronze lifemate has already landed, and is waiting patiently, gazing back towards his lifemate and the harper girl with curiosity.

Resa laughs softly, looking towards Gaderith, "I swear Gaddy it wasn't my fault... F'dall insists though that he isn't drunk. Figured I'd help him to you.." She walks along with him, arm around his waist to help him walk.

F'dall is of course helped along by Resa, and he practically falls against Gaderith's side, reaching up to take hold of the straps and clumsily hauling himself up into place. His fingers fumble with the straps as he moves to try and secure himself properly as well. This gets a snort of distaste from his lifemate, who tilts his head back and to the side just a bit, eyeing his lifemate carefully, not really trusting him right now to do it -himself-.

Resa watches F'dall fumble with the straps, then sighs as she looks at Gaderith. "Mind if I tag along Gaddy? I'll try to hold him in the straps for you...." She waits for some sign from the dragon...

Gaderith gives a hard whuff of air at F'dall, before twisting his neck just enough to glance down at Resa again. A few seconds pass, before the great bronze shifts, and lowers his right side that much more, for ease of climbing up. An open invitation to the harper girl.

F'dall eases onto a sheening forelimb, and slides onto bronzen back with an assisted lift from Gaderith.

Resa smiles to the dragon, then climbs up behind F'dall...

You ease onto a sheening forelimb, and slides onto bronzen back with an assisted lift from Gaderith.

Gaderith
Ample muscles ripple across his burnished-bronze chest and haunches, dwarfing perfectly proportionate wings upon a swift, compact body in sails of fire and light. The pushed-blunt muzzle of his proudly-held head waxes darker on headknobs and snout, near black as the soot that coats his well-defined metallic hide, smudged clean here and there in accents of brilliant coppery patches. In contrast to the onyx brilliance of his gleaming talons banded in rings of pearlescent striations, his tail, broad and short, finishes in a pure jet spade of darkest night, save for a slash of bright gold promise at the very tip. Hints of brown show amidst bronzen neckridges. Leather straps crisscross over dragonhide in precise patterns, and is held tight to dragon's body. Leather loops hang free, ready for a hand to grasp, whether large or small to provide assistance in climbing on. Silver also glistens from metal ringlets to help keep rider in place during flight.
Gaderith is 2 Turns, 7 Months, and 26 Days old.

F'dall and Resa are riding Gaderith

Astride Gaderith, Resa checks F'dall's straps, trying to make sure as best as she can that they're done right, then wraps her arms around his waist.

Astride Gaderith, F'dall is at the point right now if just leaning forward and gripping the straps meant for his hands, as his head lolls forward just a bit, now as the 'sleepy' part has well settled in.

Astride Gaderith, Resa holds tightly to F'dall, her own straps done as she calls to Gaderith, "Well, I think we're strapped.. just take it easy getting to the ledge and I'll try holding him!" She grips the neck with her legs and holds tight to F'dall.
Gaderith springs into the air, carefully with his drunk rider and guest, Resa.

Sky Above Northern Curve of the Bowl
A splattering of colors coalesce into a harmony of brilliant hues, as dragons   ferry passengers down to the entrance of the living cavern... the rapid   motion of their wings swirling up small clouds of dust that seem to dance to   the rythmic thrummings of contented lifemates. Shadowy entrances to various   weyrs look on with morbid silence, their darkened mouths little testimony   that life abounds within. Type 'ledges' to see a list of connected weyrs.
The air is crisp and clear and smells of newness.   It is a spring midday.
From here you can go:
Down                      Central Bowl               Up                         Eastern Curve             Western Curve

Gaderith turns and heads the Central Bowl area.

Sky Above the Center of the Bowl
Surrounded by the stark gray of Telgar Weyr's bowl, you glide amidst errant   gusts of wind, navigating past the myriad of dragons that reside within the   Weyr's majestic walls.
The air is crisp and clear and smells of newness.   It is a spring midday.
From here you can go:
Down                      Eastern Curve              Up                         Northern Curve            Feeding Grounds            Lake                       Western Curve             Training Grounds

Gaderith turns and heads to the air above the Lake.

Sky Above the Lake
Mirroring the brilliant cerulean of sky, the crystalline water of the Weyr's lake shimmers hauntingly... a beacon amidst the drab gray of weathered stone. Light breezes wisp playfully around the shadowy entrances to weyrs, carrying the crisp scent of mountain air to those that reside within. Type 'ledges' to see a list of connected weyrs. The air is crisp and clear and smells of newness. It is a spring midday.
The following dragons are here: Caedyth and Mnemandorth
From here you can go:
Shore Feeding Grounds Up Central Bowl Training Grounds Dive

Gaderith flies up to his Ledge.

Gaderith's Ledge
You see nothing special.
From here you can go:
Sky Weyr

Gaderith's Hearth
In this half of the main cavern, the temperature takes a dramatic jump, enough to bring light beads of sweat to one's brow. Compared to some other draconian weyrs, this one may be somewhat plain and bare, but it has it's attractiveness to the bronze that resides here. Silvery tendrils of steam waft their way across the smooth bored ceiling, beginning from one corner of the room. The gentle rush of running water can be heard from this corner, and a small trickle can be seen moving down the wall, from a crack in the ceiling to a crack in the floor. TO the touch, the water itself is quite warm, and rather pleasant, with there being just enough for someone to splash their face generously. The walls are worn smooth as glass, from from an ancient passing of molten heat many Turns ago. The middle of the floor is punctuated by a giant, upraised flat rock face, large enough for a single bronze to lounge lazily upon, and enjoy the natural heat provided by the tiny spring.
From here you can go:
Ledge In

Gaderith alights on the ledge leading to the weyr, and actually begins to waddle inwards some distance, before he finally turns and tilts himself to one side, to allow both passengers to free themselves.

Astride Gaderith, Resa leans forward, undoing the straps, then trying to help F'dall down without just falling out of the straps to the floor.

F'dall slides from bronzen back and to the ground below with an assisting forelimb from Gaderith.

Resa slides from bronzen back and to the ground below with an assisting forelimb from Gaderith.

With some difficulty, but the helping hand of F'dall that holds onto the strap as he slides down, the rider manages to get to the floor of the cavern in due time. Although not as his steadiest obviously.

Resa just shakes her head, chuckling softly as she helps F'dall down from the straps before sliding to the floor too. She gives Gaderith a scritch, "Thanks Gaderith for taking it so gentle....I'll just help him in to his bed. Would you mind helping me back down when I'm finished?" She holds onto F'dall, keeping him upright...

Gaderith merely straightens up and folds his wings over his back, as if waiting then for when she's finished. Meanwhile, F'dall seems to have a clue as to where he's going, as he gives a small yawn and begins to shuffle in the direction of his half of the weyr. "So...tired..." he murmurs.

F'dall walks toward F'dall's Abode.

F'dall's Abode
Seperated from the draconian half of the weyr, this area is simple in decor, yet comfortable in feeling. The pleasant aroma of woodpolish drifts lazily through the air, emanating from the instruments that lay carefully arranged on a small table. A carefully cared for guitar, as well as a set of pipes and a harp make up the small yet well cared for collection. At the corner of the room, a large mattress piled under with furs is raised enough to give the illusion of a bed, and a thick blanket with a single pillow rests on top, ready for the occupant to slip into its comforting warmth for the gentle embrace of sleep.
F'dall is here.
From here you can go:
Out

Resa turns, seeing F'dall pad off and quickly steps to help him further into the weyr. "Tired, ya say? Wine will do that to you... hit ya when you least expect it. At least, that's what I've heard..." Glancing around the room, she sees that not much has changed since she was here last. Arm around your waist, she helps you towards the bed.

Indeed the room is pretty much exactly the same, except that F'dall has long since refurbished an old guitar and hung it up on the wall as best he could, as a sort of trophy piece. Wordlessly at first, he allows himself to be guided towards the bed, and gratefully flops onto the furs, turning over onto his back and glancing upwards with a small smile, some measure of coherantness coming through. "Thank you Resa..." he says quietly.

Resa smiles, shrugging, "Tis no problem F'dall." She grins, the kneels to start pulling off your boots. "I'll help you get comfortable if you'd like..." Of course, from this angle, you can't see that huge grin spreading across her mouth...

F'dall hmmms, barely even awake right now as his boots are pulled off. "That'd...be nice..." he murmurs, lost in his throes of semi-consciousness right now, at the feel of his soft furs underneath him. Sleep...wonderful sleep reaching out for him.

Resa rolls her eyes, shaking her head again as the boots are discarded. She drops them to the side of the bed, out of the way before pulling down socks. She stands back up, and reaches to undo shirt and pants. "Hmm, F'dall? Think you could help me a little here?"

F'dall hmmmms? It takes a few moments for him to click in though, as he slowly moves to sit up, helping in getting his shirt undone, and slowly slid from his shoulders. As for his leggings...they're another matter, as they're somewhat shrugged out of, until he finally flops back down onto the bed of furs again.

Resa tugs and pulls and tugs F'dall's clothes off, dropping them into a pile on the floor. Finally getting him free, she watches him fall back on the furs. She blows a lock of hair out of her face, her gaze traveling over the nude rider. Hmmm......niiiiccccceeeeeeee.

F'dall is of course oblivious to the once over that he's receiving, as he tilts his head to one side, eyes still closed. It's almost picturesque in how he lays there right now, one hand draped over his chest, the other laying peacefully at his side.

Resa wavers between being evil and good, then sighs, the drowsy rider giving her no real choice in the matter. She mumbles something about next time less wine as she pulls a few furs from under F'dall, covering his nude form slowly. She bends over, placing a soft kiss on his lips..

F'dall shifts just a bit as the furs are pulled up over his form, and he breaks into a small, sleep induced smile at the touch of Resa's lips to his own, already lost to whatever dreams have overtaken him right now, truly peaceful in his slumber.

Resa straightens back up, a slow smile spreading across her mouth as she watches F'dall curl up and fall prompty to sleep. "Sleep well my friend.. and hope you wake without a headache!" is whispered as she turns to leave. She gathers up the clothing, folding it and setting it on a chair before heading towards the ledge.

F'dall has no answer for Resa at the moment, save the gentle sound of his regular, sleeping breaths as she turns to make her way out.

Resa leaves, heading back out to Gaderith's Hearth.

Resa walks quietly out from the room, looking in once more on F'dall before turning towards the bronze, "Well.... he's safely in bed asleep Gaderith..."

Gaderith shifts and turns about to face Resa as she comes out, eyeing her carefully for a few moments, before rumbling gently, and finally tilting forward and easing out his foreleg towards her, ready for her to climb aboard.

Resa smiles, taking the foreleg and climbing up on up. She straps herself in, then patpats Gaderith on the neck, "Hmm... ready when you are Gaddy..." She gives the cloth covered opening another glance then turns to look out the weyr.

Gaderith turns and begins to waddle towards the ledge itself, moving to the very tip of it, and spreading his wings outwards, preparing to launch himself out into the air again. It's then that he does a strange thing however. Rather than immediately take flight, he turns his head around completely on his long neck, bringing his whirling eyes to view you fully. It's then that somewhere, you seem to detect the faint trace of woodsmoke, like that which drifts off a roaring hearth, trickling lazily through the air, with an ease and flexibility that reacts passively to anything. <<Thank You.>> The words are brief...the voice there, and then not there just as suddenly, filling one's presence, and then leaving all over again, leaving a trace of the bronze's inner touch in it's wake.

Resa looks at Gaderith as he turns his head back to her, then.... mouth drops, eyes widen as she feels the touch of the bronze! "Y...y..you're welcome Gaderith.... " She seems a little shocked, surprised, then awed to have had the few words spoken to her....

WIth that done, the bronze then pushes himself from the ledge, dropping away from it and soaring out gracefully over Telgar itself, turning to begin a gentle winding downwards, to the ground far below.

Gaderith spirals easily downwards, conveying his passenger to the last destination, until finally backwinging with several thunderous cracks of his great wings...and settling down once again outside of the living cavern, already tilting himself to one side to make it easier for Resa to depart.

Astride Gaderith, Resa undoes the straps and slides down, still a little... awed? Wow!

Resa slides from bronzen back and to the ground below with an assisting forelimb from Gaderith.

Gaderith allows Resa to slide free, before straightening up again and spreading his wings out, preparing to take to the air once again. He spares one last glance towards the harper girl however, tilting his head to one side and eyeing her with a large, gently whirling orb.

Resa turns back to Gaderith, looking up at the dragon... a little lost for words. Yep, a Harper without words! "Th..thanks Gaderith... for everything!" She gives the bronze a scritch, then backs up to let him leave...

Gaderith rumbles once, apparently pleased with that, before finally launching himself upwards again, wingtips carrying him back to his weyr once more, and his sleeping lifemate as well.

Gaderith launches powerfully into the air!

From Sky Above Northern Curve of the Bowl, Gaderith flies toward Sky Above the Center of the Bowl.

Resa stands, watching Gaderith leave, then shakes her head, "He... He spoke to me! " Oh no... this poor harper will deffinately have dragons on the mind for a while now!

Resa shakes her head once more, dragon out of sight by now and slowly makes her way back to the caverns to see if Master Fonar has finished with his business and ready to head back to the Hall... still muttering under her breath, "He spoke to me! He spoke to /me/!!"

A little later, upong returning to the dorms....

Apprentice Quarters
The Apprentice Quarters of the Harper Craft remain as simple as any of the other rooms. This spacious chamber is sparse and almost void of decorations. Only a student scroll or two decorate the chamber. Walls are spaced to leave just enough room to comfortably hold several large bunks. Located within the interior Crom Hold. Several closed doors lead to Journeyman sleeping chambers ( to keep an eye on the apprentices). Though the furniture is of practical make, every one of the Apprentices' needs have been accounted for. Two tiered beds, composed of one bed resting above the other through ingenious craftwork, take up the nearer corners. Twin desks of similar, practical, design lie off toward the furthest areas. Drawers filled with quill, hide, and books are set aside for the residents. A Huge ceiling fan slowly rotates to circulate the air. Beside the fan is a grilled air vent. Often a piece of an apprentice's garment could be seen hanging from the fan.
Perched somewhere up high, you see Tenor and Frosty.
You see Storage, Songbook, a jar of rose essence, Harp, Kasan's Messy Cot with Kasan occupying it, Lio's Cot, Kayrelen's Kot, Resa's Cozy Cot, Pile o' Furs, and Harpie's Nest with Avaly occupying it here. Liona is here.
From here you can go:
Main Hall

Resa has arrived.

Tenor chirps. :)

Resa enters the dorms, still muttering under her breath, "He spoke to me! He spoke to /me/!!" as she makes her way towards her cot to get ready for bed.

Liona blinks, glancing up from her cot, "Wha?"

Tenor lifts his tiny head from where he's curled up on Liona's cot as well, giving a tiny, questioning squeak. Who's waking him up?

Resa bublinks a few times, realizing where she is.

"He spoke to me!!" Resa says even louder. She seems a little dazed and surprised about something.

Liona rubbs her eyes, moving a book from her lap so she can lean over to scritch Tenor. "Who spoke to you? And why can't you believe it?" she asks, quite curiously.

Resa pads towards Liona's cot, "Gaderith! Spoke! to! Me!!" Yep, this harper has deffinately gotten dragon fever for sure if she didn't have it before.

Tenor just rolls over at Liona's touch, onto his back and gives a contented little grunt. He's just eaten you see, and has a full belly.....so he's not very mobile. Though his leg reflexively kicks into the air over and over at the attention he's getting.

Liona blinks, "Huh?" she's not really sure of what she's hearing.

Frosty opens an eye, peering out to see who's making all the racket. His humanpet? Hmm... wonder what's up? He uncurls himself from atop Resa's pillow, stretching, then hops across the cot to the footboard to listen.

Resa falls to the floor at Liona's cot, shaking her head once more, "Gaderith spoke to me... up here.." She points to her head, then rambles on some more, "It was... wow... have you? Wow! I can't believe it! "

Liona scratches Tenor's belly lightly, shaking her head, a half-smile on her face as she watches him, "If you mean have I ever hear him. No, I havn't..."

Resa seems almost surprised to hear that, then starts explaining what all happened, how F'dall was drunk and she helped him back to his place, holding him on Gaderith's neck, then putting him to bed. "Then when I mounted back up so he could take me back down to the bowl... he said.. <Thank you.> to me.... wow....." She rambles on some more, her words tripping over themselves to get out her mouth she speaks so fast in her excitement.

Liona quirks an eyebrow, "F'dall, drunk?" she just really can't get past that part.. If he was, there's no wonder why he spoke to her.

Resa pauses in her ramblings to nod, "Aye, drunk... I went with Master Fonar to the weyr and found him talking with a few others in the living caverns. I know he had two full mugs of wine while I was there.... dunno just how many others he'd had. I do know he couldn't walk a straight line to save his life when he stood up to leave.. so volunteered to help him back to his weyr."

Liona chuckles, "He must have been a sight."

Resa grins, nodding again, "That he was. Was very insistant that he wasn't drunk either! Yet no sooner than we get to his place than he basically.. passes out. Got him undressed and he just curled up and started snoring. " A faint blush covers her cheeks as thinks of what she had planned, but oh well... then thoughts return to the dragon..."Wow!"

Liona picks Tenor up gently and sets him on her lap, then starts scritching him, "It must have been a shock... But I can hardly be supprised after what you did fro F'dall."

Resa stretches her hands behind her, leaning back on them to look up at Liona on the cot. "Aye.. it was. I can't even begin to describe it Liona... only two little words but.... " She shivers, then shakes her head again. "But I really didn't really do anything Liona... just helped a friend out."

Tenor grunts again as his full belly is moved. Oof. Still, he remains laid out on his back, hind legs kicking reflexively as he continues to be scritched away, tail curled out lazily and his head hanging almost off of Lio's lap, staring upside down at Resa as she relates her tail. Bah...mind speak. What's special about -that-?

Frosty hops down from the foot board, fluttering to come to a rest near Resa. He looks up at her, eyes whirling. What?!? /That/ dragon... again? He's not as good as me!

Frosty hmmphs, hoping into Resa's lap and -demanding- a scritch from her. See? ME! Who care about that big bronze lump?

Liona only shrugs, continuing scratching Tenor, "Gadderith thought it was something worth thanking you for."

Resa sighs deeply, nodding, "Well... hmm.... " She grins a little sheepishly, shrugging again, "It was nothing... really... I would do it for any friend..."

Liona nods, "For that, he was grateful." she grins, "Friendship is enough, I should think."

Resa smiles, "I guess so..." She thinks for a moment, starting to say something, but decides against bringing it up right now. She hops up, Frosty falling out her lap as she walks back to her desk to rummage around for a clean hide..."Hmm.. I think I'm going to go to the 'Wings.... want anything?"

Frosty chitters madly for a moment as he is dumped from Resa's lap, but upon hearing she's headed to the 'Wings, becomes quiet again. Food!

Liona shakes her head, "I might come down later....maybe." she shrugs, as if she doubts it, "I need to finish some work first."

Resa nods again, frowning for a moment as she looks back at her desk and grabs another couple of hides before scurrying out the door.