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Jayashri arrives at Fort Weyr, assigned from the Computer Craft Hall at the landing to help bring the traditional Weyr into the new age of technology...

Fort Weyr - Center Bowl(#10486RJ$)

The wide center of the bowl is often bustling with activity as riders come and go. Off westward can be seen the entrances for the candidate barracks and the guest weyr, while to the east is a large opening that leads into the dragon infirmary. The bowl stretches off both to the north and to the south, where the sheer stone walls rise steeply to the sky.


Cobalt gives way to periwinkle as Rukbat rises over the horizon, illuminating the fog bank that rolled in only hours before, giving it a surreal glow. Down in the Weyr Bowl the mists are more subdued, the lack of light leaving the clouds of steam lacking definition. In this surreal mist a sylvan wraith makes her appearance from *between*, her foggy exterior making her nigh invisible in the half light of dawn as she spirals a tight circuit downward, landing with stealth, though not without greeting the watchdragon. From her back, a spry rider vaults, landing with the same grace and precision of his Dragon as he looks about the bowl to gain his bearings in the unfamiliar setting. "Let's see, where was the infirmary again..." A'ran glances about with a slight frown on his face. He really should visit the Weyrs more often.

Barely visible in the mists is the bulky form of a brown dragon, resting calmly on the ground. Leaning against him, benefiting from his natural warmth, is his rider, sipping a cup of Klah she evidently pilfered from the living cavern. Corvi has never been one for crowds, and thus she prefers the company of her dragon to the business of the living caverns. At the entrance of the green, Ereviuth lifts his head, bugling a greeting, while Corvi echoes her own. She raises her hand, though it's barely visible in the morning light. "A'ran, Morning."

Weaving a snakey path through the mists, a slight form leave little else but whirls in her wake, dark eyes like onyx gems dancing in the fog as she walks. Wyn grins some, first at the man's voice, then at his comment too and she pauses in her steps not too close to him or the brownrider she hears next. Her voice lifts in a haunting manner, "Just behinnnnd youuuu..." she calls out in a raspy voice, biting off the words to keep from giggling.

"Corvi," the greenrider calls, offering his fellow Iernian a way. "Didn't expect to find you hear this morning." Glancing at her klah mug enviously, he starts to wander toward the brownrider before startling slightly at the Wyndrei's haunt. "Woah, hey, just coming out of the wood works today, aren't we?" Shaseith whuffles, disturbing the mists as her eyes whirl with amusement. "Wyn? That is you, isn't it?"

The brownrider shrugs, "I had a delivery to drop off, and figured I'd stick around awhile." Corvi responds, smiling. "What brings you to fort so early?" Wyn gets a curious look, but as she doesn't know the girl, she snorts. "Oh dear, I'll have to report back that Fort is haunted. Who's out there?"

Wyndrei giggles "I'll never tell.." then the figure turns and runs into the Dragon Infirmary.

A'ran watches as Wyndrei dashes off for the infirmary, chortling after her. "I was dropping some things off at the Hall and thought I'd take the opportunity to check up on Wyndrei, who seems to be having a bit of a prank at our expense." A wry smirk crosses his lips. "Can't say I didn't pull my own fair share of those in my youth though." He glances at her mug again. "That looks appealing. I could use a pick me up." He continues his trek over to the brownrider, Shaseith walking after her rider like a wisp. "I suppose I should grab a mug before we chase after her."

Corvi nods, "It's delicious, though the living caverns are too busy for my tastes. No one complained to me taking it outside though; perhaps you could do the same?" Unless, you know, he wants the company of the weyr residents. "There's a nice calm to drinking klah in the morning anyway. We don't get fogs like this in Ierne." Then she looks in the direction of Wyn. "Ah, that would make sense. Who is she?"

"They can be a bit daunting," A'ran agrees, folding his arms over his chest as he takes in the sighs with his deep eyes. "No, nothing like this fog. It's strangely beautiful, in a mysterious way." He chuckles, removing his gloves and running a hand through his hair. "But listen to me waxing poetic. I should get that klah instead. I'll be back in a second." He wanders off into the caverns, reappearing a couple of minutes later, a mug of klah in one hand and a sweetroll between his teeth. "Oh, I suppose you could call her a friend, or maybe an acquaintance would be better. Her name's Wyndrei. She's a Dragonhealer."

Corvi nods her affirmation of the greenrider's statement, "No, it's true." She leans back against Ereviuth as she sips her own klah, waiting for the greenrider to return with a mug of his own. When he does, she smiles once more. "Ah, a dragonhealer. You know, that's a trade I was always interested in."

His lifemate settled, A'ran leans back against the dainty gray-green bulk, munching on his roll. "I was under the impression that all riders were taught it to some extent, though obviously some specialize in it more than others." He offers her a faintly grim smile. "It certainly is not for the faint of heart." Not that A'ran finds Corvi faint of heart, mind you. He's simply stating facts.

Corvi nods, "I lacked former healer training, and at the time I wasn't interested in going further then the basics." the brownrider admits, "Though in retrospect it would've been a good thing to learn. I'd like to be useful, in that way." Instead she did pottery; to each his own, right?

"I suppose I was fortunate, having just walked the tables prior to my Impression." A'ran shifts his weight against Shaseith, sipping at his klah mug between bites of the sweetroll. "So most of what they taught was pretty easy for me to pick up. Maybe I could teach you a bit sometime. Or we could swing by the Landing." He glances back toward the infirmary. "I wonder just what that girl is up to," he sighs. "Of course you're useful, Corvi. Pottery is very useful. Gotta put stuff in containers, right? My plants, for example."

That girl reappears at the doorway and leans against it, grinning, the fog having cleared at least somewhat and her jacket shed, leaving her to rub at her upper arms. "She's a nut, that girl," she teases then looks to Corvi and smiles, waving, "I'm Wyn..and ooh pottery, you should meet my brother, he's an artist too."

Corvi smiles, "This much is true." she holds pride in her work, even if it's not healing. "All the same, I'd appreciate it. No time like the present to learn." She finishes her klah, and since her mug is empty, she no longer holds up the hand containing it. "I walked the tables shortly before impression as well, but with the smiths. Nothing particularly useful to healing." Corvi tilts her head at Wyn, eyebrow raised. "Oh? I'm always interested in meeting others. What's his name?"

A bluerider appears from *between* in the early morning light, trumpeting greeting to the watchrider as he begins a relaxed downward spiral, giving his rider and tiny passenger a sweeping view of the bowl below. The powder blue Dragon finally lands, and the silver-streaked rider begins to help his small passenger navigate the riding straps to the ground, handing her a canvas duffel once she's on the ground. "Good luck to ya, Ashri," the bluerider offers in a rich baritone voice. "Thanks, V'nel," the petite brunette grins broadly, patting the Dragon's foreleg as she swings her bag over a shoulder. "And thank you, Anvieth." The blue croons at her before V'nel waves. "Take care, miss. And good luck!" "I will!" she calls as she steps back to avoid the inevitable stirring of dust as the blue leaps skyward. Alone now, the young Apprentice -- Computer Craft, from her knot -- looks about, her fine features turning thoughtful. "Now where am I supposed to go?"

"Ah, the mysterious ghost reveals herself." A'ran grins at Wyn. "You mentioned him, but I'm afraid I've already forgotten his name." You'd think the greenrider was the Dragon with how apt he can be at forgetting names sometimes. "But you keep raving about him and I've still not met him." The Healer looks up as the blue appears, hearing the greeting trumpet. His eyes go unfocused as he asks Shaseith to identify the bluerider. "Eastern Weyr?" His brow furrows in bemusement. "Supplies from the Landing, perhaps?" There have been rumors going around that Fort might actually be modernizing. Watching Anvieth's descent, he tilts his head. Apparently a girl, rather than supplies. Or perhaps the girl is the supplies. "Good morning, miss," the greenrider calls. "You seem a bit lost."

Wyndrei grins at A'ran then nods, "Milo.. his name is Milo.. and he's a wonderful artist and flirt.." she says with a sisterly roll of her eyes. She too looks to the newly deposited girl and smiles, "We're your friendly neighborhood tour guides!" she chirps, then grins. "Okay not really but we might can help you find what you need. I'm Wyn," and she offers her hand in greeting.

Corvi stretches, giving A'ran and Wyn a nod. "Well, I've still got a delivery to make. Perhaps I'll join you later; Fort seems like a nice place to relax, after a delivery." She waves to both of them before taking a package from Ereviuth's straps and heading into the living caverns.

Pralius emerges from the infirmary, skimming a clipboard and nearly walks smack into Wyndrei before he catches the conversation. Then he chuckles, "Milo? A flirt? Never." He does blush just a tad as he insinuates himself into the conversation, "How are you settling in, Wyn?" He glances at the two people he doesn't know and does his best to look congenial, "Pralius, Healer."

Jayashri turns to face the new voice. It sounds welcoming, at least. She wanders over, her bag almost as big as she is, and thus making her stride a bit awkward. Hazel eyes drink in the sights, and the Apprentice nods to Pralius, introducing herself. "Jayashri, Computer Apprentice." Her voice, a lilting soprano, is clear and well pronounced, bespeaking of her Harper heritage. "Most people just call me Ashri though." She smiles, her expression genuine as it draws attention to her slightly prominent cheek bones. "I was transferred to Fort Weyr to help update their technology." Beaming, she sets the bag down with a grunt. "Oof, that's heavy. Anyway," she looks at the group of faces before her, her five foot frame quite noticeably small compared to the rest of them. "I'm not sure who I need to talk to now that I'm here."

A'ran, finishing the last of his roll, mulls the name over. "Milo. I'll try to remember that this time." He washes the sticky breakfast down with the rest of his klah and offers the departing Corvi a wave before nodding to Pralius. "A'ran, green Shaseith's and Journeyman Healer." He shifts his weight again, the mug holding hand hanging down to his side while the other hand clasps about the upper arm, crossing his chest. "Well met, Ashri. I'm sure you'll be a welcome addition to Fort. I'm from Ierne Weyrhold, myself, though, so I'm afraid I have no idea where to point you." He offers the petite girl an apologetic smile.

Wyndrei snorts at Pralius, "Yes, flirt.." she says with a shake of her head, regarding her younger brother. "He completely missed dinner last night, I'm guessing.." then she waves a hand and smiles over at the departing Corvi, "Nice to have met you!" Annnyway. She looks to Ashri and smiles again, "Well drats, I'm kinda new here too.. there's a crafters hall in there..." and she nods to the caverns, "But I think it's just rooms for the crafters.." and she looks to Pralius, "You have any idea?" Her gaze drifts to A'ran and she smiles at him.

Pralius nods to Ashri, "Welcome to Fort, I..." He chuckles, "I'm new here too, but I'd bet you should drop your gear in the crafters' complex and report to either Kessa or Ma'kai..." he turns to Wyndrei, "Ma'kai won the flight, right? I was a little... distracted... 'twas my first since before puberty... OH! and that means there'll be eggs on the sands soon, too, if you like them, Ashri."

"I'll do that then. Hopefully there's a free cot I can crash in." Ashri shifts her weight, rocking back on her heels thoughtfully. "Though I'm afraid I may need some directions, or..." she pauses, glancing around the rather large Weyr bowl "or better yet, a guide." She reaches up to brush several wisps of her cinnamon hair away from her face, some of it having fallen fro her hastily formed bun. "Eggs, you say? I wouldn't mind seeing them. I got to attend my cousins hatching at Eastern. It was pretty neat, getting to see the Dragons finding their mates. I bet it must be even better as a Candidate. It must be so suspenseful, not knowing if you'll be chosen or not."

"It can be pretty suspenseful," A'ran agrees, patting Shaseith's side affectionately. "I count myself fortunate to have Impressed the first time I stood. Not everyone is so lucky, and some don't Impress at all." the Healer shrugs. "Perhaps the egg they were meant for was never clutched. One can never really say." He lifts his mug, gesturing toward the living caverns. "Let me go and put this away before the Headwoman comes to beat me with a spoon." He wanders off with his slightly girly gait.

Wyndrei shakes her head at Pralius, "I heard a different bronze won... new Weyrleader.." she says with a shrug of her shoulders. The talk of dragons and impression has her attention and she looks from person to person, listening. She glances to A'ran and nods, grinning, "Met the spoon did ya?" she asks teasingly. The Spoon. It's not pretty. And it hurts!

Pralius grins slightly, "There are plenty of open cots, the Weyrs aren't nearly as populous as they once were. Don't know if there's a specific area for the computers, though. I don't even use the one in the infirmary... prefer paper records." Then she shrugs and sighs softly, "No eggs yet, the flight was only a sevenday-ish ago, after all. I don't really know what it's like to be on the sands, just heard a lot of stories. Seen hatchings since I was little, though... least 'til I was apprenticed." He shrugs, "It's an amazing thing to see." He glances at Wyn and raises an eyebrow, "Really? I'd thought... but I haven't really been here long enough to be able to keep the riders separate and I bolted pretty fast after the catch...." He blinks twice, then once more, "Wait... spoon?"

Hazel eyes blink-blink after A'ran. Spoon beatings? Hopefully Ashri won't be the recipient of one of these said beatings. Meanwhile, another part of her head is trying to wrap around the dialog between Pralius and Wyn. "Wait, do we have a new Weyrleader or not?" Looking confused, she frowns, pursing her lips. "Anyway," she picks up her duffel, looking hopefully at the pair of them. "Could one of you show me to the hall? I don't want my stuff getting wet." It is starting to drizzle a bit.

A'ran comes back, sans klah mug. "Well, that's taken care of." He dusts his hands off and stops, standing somewhat in front of Wyndrei, a hand on his hip as he tilts his body to a side. "And I haven't met the spoon yet, only heard rumors." And yes, those rumors are enough to strike fear into the heart of any mentally sound person. "But at any rate, I actually should probably head back to Ierne. Shaseith hasn't eaten in a few days and wants to go hunting." He chuckles. "Says it's no fun if her dinner is in a pen."

Wyndrei looks up at A'ran and reaches to tickle him a bit, "You know how rumors can be.." and she waggles her brows. She looks to Pral and then to Ashri, "I'm new here too, I honestly don't know.." and she gives a helpless sort of shrug. She glances to A'ran at his bid to leave then pouts some, feigned, and reaches to hug him if he allows it, if not she'll.. come up with some clever way to make the motion look less awkward, riiiight. "Good to see you again.." she says to him.

Pralius nods politely to A'ran, "Pleasure to have met you, greenrider A'ran, I hope she hunts well." He glances back at Ashri and shrugs, "Who knows? I suppose we'll find out when the queen clutches... still, I do, at least, know where the barracks are," he chuckles, "If you're still wanting to find them, of course." He grins a little, very socially awkward for a 19-turn-old...

"I'd really appreciate it," Jayashri nods, shouldering her awkward load with as much grace as she can muster. "The sooner I can get settled in and to work, the better. Kaden would be upset if I fell behind in my studies, too." The Apprentice offers a warm smile to the greenrider. "Clear skies," she offers by way of farewell. "Shall we go?" she asks of Pralius.

A'ran chuckles a bit as Wyndrei tickles him. "Rumors are insidious," he agrees in a rather Harper fashion. He returns the pout at Wyndrei before spreading his arms to allow her to hug him. He's always happy to receive hugs! The greenrider embraces her tightly in return, lightly tousling her hair. "I'll come and check on you again. Don't worry." He withdraws, starting to climb up the riding straps and swinging into the spot between neckridges, just perfect for riding. "Besides, as a Healer I must make sure that you don't freeze up here." He winks, Shaseith gathering herself and launching upwards, A'ran offering a final wave as they manage to get enough air to vanish *between*.

Wyndrei grins at A'ran then hugs him tightly and giggles at the hair tousling, "Silly.." she murmurs then steps back, "You'd better.." she calls up to him as he mounts. "I'd help with the settling in bit but I have to stay here.. and work.." and she nods to the Dragon Infirmary. She smiles at the remaining pair, "Good to meet you though, Ashri, pretty name," and she nods then glances up at the departing green. "Bring me a coat!"

Pralius nods to A'ran and Wyn in turn, "Enjoy your days, then." He smiles lopsidedly, then turns to Ashri, smiling a bit more genuinely, "Well, if you'll follow me this way I'll show you to the crafters' barracks. I think you'll like it here, Fort has a lot of opportunity for advancement with computers and such." Even as he speaks, he leads her towards the entrance to the lower caverns and eventually the residents' hall.

"Thanks," Jayashri smiles warmly at the compliment. "I hope to see you around, Wyndrei. It was nice meeting you." She hefts her bag with a slight grunt, following after Pralius with a slightly awkward stride. "I'm definitely looking forward to the new experience," the Apprentice huffs as she follows him. "I've lived at the Landing all my life, so I'm excited to see new places." Her short legs manage to make it into the living caverns before the door nips her heels.

Pralius leads Jayashri through the living caverns and down the stairs to the lower caverns before he notices just how heavy her bag seems to be, "Uh... would you like me to carry that? There's a few more flights of stairs yet..."

Jayashri puffs after the Healer, not because she is out of shape -- in fact, she's quite well trimmed and it -- but because the bag is both almost as big as she is, but also almost as heavy. "That--" she sets the bag down, holding her knees as she half folds over. "I'd be--" huff puff "--quite grateful." She straightens, forcing herself to stretch backwards to inhale more air, a trick her mother taught her. "I didn't mean to make it so heavy, I just had so much I needed to bring."

Pralius stoops to pick up the bag, groaning slightly under the weight, "Faranth, woman, what are you bringing? Rocks?" He resettles the bag more securely across his shoulders, "This weighs more than a wiggling 8 turn old. You must be pretty strong for you size." He grins, showing the joking to be all in fun, "Just two more sets of stairs and a few turns..." He points off towards the residents' cavern through a door and down another small flight of stairs, "Just follow me and I'll get you where you're going." He nods, then starts off in that direction."

Jayashri blushes slightly, though with her olive complexion and dusting of freckles it's hard to tell. "They sent me with a laptop so I could be sure that the Weyr had at least one new piece of technology I could use for my work and studies." Following Pralius, she chuckles, finding humor in his statements despite her earlier moment of embarrassment. "My da always said I had too much energy for my size." Brushing her hair back again, she soaks in the surroundings with her multi-hued gaze. "This place is huge. I hope I don't get lost too often."

Now Pralius is puffing slightly as he moves down the stairs and through the resident's caverns towards the crafters' cavern, "there are private rooms, but they're usually reserved for Journeymen and Masters. If you're doing a big project you might be able to request one."

Jayashri's expression is sympathetic for Pralius' pain. She knows just how heavy that thing is. "I'm not sure how many other Crafters are being sent to help the Weyr. I doubt it's just me though." Following the Healer, she furthers her thought train. "I've only been Apprenticed for two years though, so I doubt they would let me go solo. I'm not even a senior yet!" She chuckles. "But I guess we'll see what happens when I talk with someone in charge, right?"

Pralius moves into the crafters' cavern and moves towards the portion of the room that seemed to be frequented by the computer and tech crafters even as he nods, "Yeah, though the person who'd know for sure would be your craftmaster. Still, plenty of space... and everyone was an apprentice once, and after two years you can't be too far from Senior Apprentice." He smiles and motions towards the obviously empty cots, "Which one would you like for now?"

"Hope not," Ashri responds to the comment regarding her potential promotion. "I'm really eager to take on the next level of programming." She grins, looking about briefly and then pointing to a cot at the end, fairly lonely and in the back corner. "I think that'll do nicely. It'll be good to not have two snoring Apprentices on either side of me." She chuckles, heading toward aforementioned cot to check out the trunk for her stuff, opening it. "I hope it'll all fit."

Pralius grimaces slightly, "But if you shove yourself against that wall you'll have to pass almost everyone else to use the washroom... maybe over there by that wall..." he points to a cot in a better lit portion of the room, still up against the wall, "Would be better? At least for Healers the classes just got more interesting..."

Jayashri contemplates for a minute, deciding to take the Healer's suggestion. "Okay." Wandering over, she opens the box, gesturing for him to set the bag down next to her. "Well, with my specialty once you've learned it, there isn't much variation." She chuckles. "So we go from very basic and easy programming to the more difficult problems. I've gotten a bit bored with my current level. It's just too easy to do. I swear I could do it in my sleep if I wanted to."

Pralius moves with her, gently setting the bag on the floor beside her, "Sounds to me like you should be moving up, then." He quirks an eyebrow, "When you're bored the fun goes away..." He settles himself onto the cot across from her, "So... what got you started in computers?"

Jayashri murmurs thanks to Pralius, unzipping the duffel and beginning to empty the contents into her cabinet. "My da, actually." She chuckles. "I kept pestering him and my brother with so many questions he finally sat me down in front of a computer and showed me how to use it so I could answer my own questions." She looks over to him with a grin. "I loved it and have been tinkering with them ever sense."

Pralius smiles a little, "Mom had me helping the healer for chores... I loved it... still kind of wish I knew who my da was, though..."

"I guess I'm lucky in that regard." Jayashri puts away the last of her clothes and starts finding nooks and crannies for the other bits. "My parents are handfasted and very faithful. I've never had to wonder who my father is." She chuckles, smiling crookedly. "Not that I could deny him with this hair of mine." Aforementioned tresses are once again moved out of the way. "This is my first time away from the Landing though, aside from a few visits to Eastern and family."

Pralius grins, "I was born in the Weyr, no rider claimed me, so..." he shrugs defeatedly, "Who knows... not even my mother was sure. It only bothers me sometimes... when I think about what I might've missed... but most weyrbrats never really know their rider parents either way, so..." he shrugs again.

Jayashri tucks the last of her belongings into the cabinet, laptop included, producing a lock and putting it onto the cabinet. "Some of my cousins are Weyrbrats, so I know what you mean." She offers him a grin. "But I suppose it lets you speculate on all the possibilities from time to time, wondering if there might be bronzerider blood in you, or anything else." She stands. "Uhm, I was thinking I might get something from the kitchens and bring it back here so I can eat while I review my information. Do you think the Headwoman will beat me with The Spoon if I do that?"

Pralius chuckles, "Spoon? Naw. That's pretty normal, I hope, since I did it my whole first sevenday here while I was trying to re-organize my notes. The rider who helped me moved dropped my entire notebook, took me two sevendays to get them back in order."

"Oh, shards. That's awful!" Jayashri, begins a slow meander toward the door, still talking with the Healer. "Thank you for not dropping my bag. I'm pretty sure Master Leenix would kill me if I broke on of the machines." She grimaces at the thought for a moment before her stomach grumbles loudly. "I guess that's my cue to go and eat something." She chuckles. "Thanks again for your assistance, Pralius. I hope to see you around. Maybe I can even set you up with a digital solution for all your tedious paper files. It'll be so much easier, I promise." And with that the Computer Crafter waltzes out of the Crafter's residence.