Ilora goes home for a visit
(Yori plays NPCs, 'cause she's cool like that)
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I'm a dork, and totally forgot to log dinner with Tig.

Basically, Ilora sits with Tig and Somerly in the Living Cavern, and apologizes for her weird behavior the last time they met.

Her firelizards, Kora and Sesho, make Somerly giggle.

Tig hires Ilora to draw a portrait of him and his daughter, then has to put her to bed.


Tig, if you have this logged, please let me know, and I'll put it up here. Thanks!

Kloveth's maiden flight  (PG-13 rating)

Javeri and Tig meet and talk about The Layabout.  Ilora coos over Somerly, and looses her marbles just a bit.
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Ilora and Ianna chat over drinks and fruit, and talk about drawing, drumming and dragons.

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From the skies, Kloveth circles in for a landing, the great emerald spread of her pinions blocking out the stars as she sweeps earth-ward. She touches down lightly, landing gracefully. A sweet croon for a nearby blue, and then she crouches to let Ilora dismount, lifting her foreleg for her rider to use as a step. Ilora slides from her seat to Kloveth's arm, and then the ground. She removes her riding helmet, and her dark hair, braided tightly, spills down her back past her waist. Her breath makes a visible mist in the cold air. She gives a loving pat to Kloveth's shoulder, peering out into the Bowl. "Well, she said she'd meet us here," Ilora says to the green. "Don't flirt too much, now, we won't be here for very long, I think." She stomps her feet and squints, trying to make out a particular face amidst the humans hurrying this way and that in the gloaming. "Shards, it's cold!"

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Still damp, possibly from the wicked downpour that sluices from the skies, to turn the Weyr bowl into mud and murky pools, Yori sits near a roaring fire, wearing what appear to be very wrinkled clothes that don't quite match. Her hair yet cords and remains in the pulled-back configuration in which her fingers last set it. A mug, with the seasoned aroma of mulled wine, sits in front of her. At each new entrant to the bar, Yori looks up. The study lingers for a moment or two, before it drops again, usually to her mug.

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At this time of night the bathing pools are largely deserted, most sane weyrfolk having turned in for the evening so they'll be fresh for the morning's duties, and all the insane ones having congregated at the Sandbar by now. One lone bather simply sits in the water, surrounded by the remains of a few suds, her broad, sagging back to the entryway. Ianna pats in some kind of pattern on the surface of the water, proving to any observers in short order that she's probably one of the insane ones who belongs at the Sandbar.

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It is an autumn night, 22:08 of day 28, month 10, turn 19 of Interval 10.

 

Avey has her shoes off and her trousers rolled up, and is wading calf-deep in the surf, wandering along at a moseying pace, every so often bending to pick up a shell and examine it. Leisath is firmly ensconced on the dry part of the beach, well above the high-tide line, watching her rider with proprietary disapproval.

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It's smack dab in the middle of the working day, so why is Ianna out strolling across the bowl? Whatever her reasons, it's clear she's not enjoying the weather very much--in spite of the light breeze, the humidity and heat have already conspired to dampen a nice wide swath of her shirt. She tries, and fails, to thwart their efforts with a broad fan. Bypassing the few people outside in this kind of weather (they're doing something involving lugging boxes and sacks inside, and do not look happy), she gives a limp wave, then continues on her way. Her destination is entirely unclear, her amble apparently aimless.
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It's a beautiful autumn morning at Fort.  Again.  Unless one objects to the lowering temperatures, the weather here is disgustingly wonderful and pleasant.  And well into the breakfast hour, most tables within the living cavern are occupied by Weyrfolk, the dull roar of many conversations filling the air, punctuated by the clatter of cutlery.  One amongst many, Kaida is lingering near the drinks table, just waiting for an opening where she can snake an arm through to grab up one of the carafes of klah to refill her mug.

Most of the Sandbar has gathered around two burly sailors, hard-bitten men who look like they could each single-handedly take down an ox. Skinner's standing beside the bald one, pumping his fist and offering a few quick words of encouragement before the contest begins - a drinking contest. "CHUG CHUG CHUG!" the whole crowd chants in unison, and the two men throw back their giant mugs of beer and start to gulp it down as fast they can. Skinner's man wins by a whole second, and as congratulatory screams erupt around the bar.
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Sliding down from Kloveth, Ilora makes a little "oomph" sound as her feet hit the uncertain footing of sandy ground and she half-stumbles. There is a blanket tucked under her arm, which she promptly unrolls and settles onto, while Kloveth makes herself comfortable nearby, providing a comforting backdrop to the scene. Ilora laces her hands behind her head and raises her face to the starry sky, brightly lit by two half-moons.
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Sunlight is just beginning to threaten leaving the black Istan beaches, and with it leave many of the beach-goers. The heat of the day is finally dissipating with a pleasant, salty breeze from the ocean, and at least one beach-goer finds it more tempting than the closeness of the inner caverns. Ianna lies flat on her back, arms spread to either side, her feet just at the tideline so that the waves gently lap over her toes. The shadow of a departing Istan flows over her head, and she starts, looks to be attempting to anxiously identify the shadow's caster, and then settles back down, apparently relieved.

 

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There’s clanking and thunking and general noisemaking coming from one area of stores.  Boxes are stacked up every which way as more are brought down one at a time and sorted through.  Overall it seems someone’s on a hunt for something that they cannot find and are stopping at nothing to locate the desired item.  It’s the most activity to be found as plenty of people are lingering over lunch or back to work despite the heat.  After all, the heat never ends.

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Ilora and Kloveth's weyr, Ista Weyr

Freshly scrubbed, Ilora's weyr is now full of odd pieces of furniture placed haphazardly near the entrance. Several mismatched chairs, a couch, a loveseat, tables and rolled-up rugs of no particular theme, as well as a wash-stand, a wardrobe, and a full-length stand-up mirror. Boxes full of clothes and various personal belongings are stacked against one wall. In her couch, Kloveth is curled up asleep, her head tucked beneath a wing. Ilora is waiting for help to arrange her furniture. She stands at the entrance to the weyr, the curtain thrown wide open, wearing knee-length trousers and a sleeveless shirt, both of un-dyed linen, and a pair of simple sandals on her feet. She is pulling back her long hair into a high runner's tail.

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"Remind me never to get sick at Ista..."

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It is a summer night, 23:54 of day 11, month 9, turn 19 of Interval 10.

 

Strolling leisurely around the Bowl is a girl and her dragon.  Ilora, tall and pale and wearing a knee-length sundress with a light shawl around her shoulders, is accompanied by Kloveth, small and green and dainty.  Ilora’s taking her time about reaching her destination.  One hand clutches the shawl closed, and the other is holding a large mug of steaming beverage.  Finally, it appears that they’ve arrived, and Ilora seats herself in a hammock chair swung beneath a shaded pavilion.  There are several similar chairs nearby, and two of them are inhabited by a cozy couple, who are holding hands and swinging in tandem, conversing in low whispers interspaced by giggles.  Ilora makes sure not to intrude, and seats herself on the opposite side from where they are sitting.  Kloveth settles herself happily on the grass behind Ilora, and lays her head in the pavilion, eyes whirling a lazy, contented blue.

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Bathing Pools, Ista Weyr

         A permanent cloud of steam envelops the bathing caverns, giving everything inside a misty sheen. Condensation constantly trickles down the stone walls of the caverns and the floors are often slick from the wet feet of bathers. A large red curtain, faded by years of water wear, splits the area in half. One side of it is designated for changing and as such is lined with benches and cubbies for storing clothes while people bathe. Shelves are carved into the walls above where jars of soap and sweetsand await use. Scrubbers and hand towels are also strewn around the shelves, should anyone not have their own.

         The bath itself takes up the other portion of the room, one large, warm pool with a submerged lip around the edge for lounging. Benches line the damp walls for various odds and ends or someone who'd just like to enjoy the steam. Hooks are placed at regular intervals for towels to await their bathers. Two large bins are placed at the curtain's edge: one is filled with clean, fluffy towels, the other with used towels to be taken away by the laundresses.