Lost Between - WL #8

Too Numerous


Practice Field
A wide expanse of trampled grass that unfolds in front of the weyrling barracks, this area has been used for turns for the play and exercises that growing dragons need. Here, they take their lessons, both for the riders and dragons, in everything they have to learn to be a functioning part of the weyr. Well, at least in the outdoor classes. Straps are first put on here, as well as first flights, both for dragons and then dragons and riders together. Oftentimes, if a wingrider is curious and has a free moment, they may wander through to see just how those new riders are progressing. Especially those they have a particular interest in.

L'el is working on keeping up with Suarath, and keeping a close watch on what P'wyn might be saying, trying to divide his attention between his dragon and the assistant weyrlingmaster for the moment. Eventually, Suarath comes to a stop and the both turn to face the older man.

P'wyn is busy checking the fit of several of the young weyrlings' flight gear. "Make sure you have every piece of your kit today. It's going to get cold. Pick a buddy, check yourselves, check each other." After saying so, he turns to his brown laying placidly nearby and begins to double check his own flight straps. When all is in place, he puts on his flight jacket and begins one last pass through the weyrling pairs. "Any questions?"

L'el works at it for a while, getting Suarath's riding straps on just right.

Kerali works at it for a while, getting Merth's riding straps on just right.

L'el is working on getting Suarath's straps, making sure that the fit is still perfectly adequate and doesn't chafe the dragon anywhere. Suarath is merely patient, only moving or turning when needed, so that his straps are adjusted. L'el finally finishes after a good long moment of checking, then he starts searching in his flight jacket's pockets for a scarf to wrap up around his neck and ears.

Kerali is out with Merth, though the two seem to be taking a break from things. The goldrider is leaning against the gold when P'wyn finally calls them to order. Kerali is at least wearing her flight jacket, since it's probably the warmest thing she owns and she's cold all the time. As well as the rest of her cold-weather gear. She tests the fit of Merth's straps, and checks them for signs of wear. The two of them then check another pair's straps as well.

The tension in the assistant weyrlingmaster is palpable as he circles through the weyrlings. Some get a quick, whispered comment though most seem ready for this next big step. P'wyn calls as he heads to his brown. "Mount up. We'll be going up in wing formation. Just as you've been practicing ground-bound. Make sure you leave enough space between. Remember you'll be working in all directions now, not just left, right, forward, and back. It might be hard to hear up there so if you are at all uncertain about some instruction, have your mate bespeak Enolth!"
P'wyn says and then turns to mount his brown.

Enolth> L'el easily climbs up Suarath's back with the help of a forearm and settles down between his neck ridges.
Enolth> L'el has left.

Enolth> Kerali easily climbs up Merth's back with the help of a forearm and settles down between her neck ridges.
Enolth> Kerali has left.

Enolth> Suarath was just a little behind a few of the other weyrling pairs, but he manages to stay in formation as they fly over, looking like slightly drunken goslings on the wing. Then they all come in for a landing, with nary a scuffed talon amongst the group right near him.

Once everyone is in the open bowl, P'wyn raises his arm in the signal to wait. Enolth raises his head high, bellowing as loudly as possible. Quickly the skies above begin to clear as anyone aloft finds a ledge to perch on. The sky is now clear of obsticles for this first mass lift. But it's also filled with curious eyes. P'wyn's right arm lifts in the tradition rise signal. The brown leaps skyward first and heads straight up to the high sky region of the bowl sky, where he begins to circle. The weyrlings should follow in formation order after but there are bound to be more than a few stragglers.

Enolth> You head up into the sky.

Enolth> Lower North Sky
Enolth> Lengths below, the rock and gravelly bowl floor seems to gently roll away from your position. To the north, the bowl wall rises out from the bowl where the large stone structures of the weyrling barracks stand out prominently, as does the large entrance both on the ground and in the bowl wall to the hatching cavern. The senior queen's and weyrleader's ledge are somewhat smaller but no less dominating below. Farther southeast, along the bowl floor, the edge of the feeding grounds is visible. Higher here, along the wall there are a number of ledges. Each ledge while similar is its own affair, and most are on the medium to large size with irregular arching openings into the private dragon and rider weyrs beyond. The subtle differences in size, texture, and formation make for few mistakes as to who is where.
Night is pitch black dark, the glimmer of glowbaskets in the bowl below provides some guidance. A few of the hardiest summer grasses grow in cracks in the stone. The weather can not get any better for the season. The sky is crystal clear and winds are mild.

Enolth> Upper North Sky
Enolth> The bowl has grown distance below you, only the twin structures of the weyrling barracks and the glimmer of sapphire from the lake discernible from your present position. The spindles rise up to greet you and although you are not high enough to be above the bowl rim, the natural lower dips in some of the spindles offer glimpses of the snow capped mountains beyond. The number of ledges drop off and become smaller the higher one goes. All of those found on this area are themselves nestled within one of the rising spindles. Each ledge while similar is its own affair with small irregular arching openings into the private dragon and rider weyrs beyond. The subtle differences in size, texture, and formation make for few mistakes as to who is where.
Night is pitch black dark, the faintest glimmer of glowbaskets in the bowl below provides little guidance. A few of the hardiest summer grasses grow in cracks in the stone. The weather can not get any better for the season. The sky is crystal clear and winds are mild.

Enolth> Merth has arrived.

Enolth> Suarath has arrived.

Enolth> As the last pairs straggle into position, P'wyn leads them up again, out of the weyr proper for the very first time.
As the last pairs straggle into position, P'wyn leads them up again, out of the weyr proper for the very first time.

Enolth> Sky Over High Reaches Weyr
Enolth> High above the rim, above the reaching tips of the seven spindles, the air currents are unpredictable but the view is spectacular. The snow capped mountains of the range within which the Weyr sits spread all around, but most dramatic view is of the Weyr itself just below you. The seven weather worn spires reach out from the depths of the Weyr toward the heavens above. They seem to offer both promise and warning for within their grasp lies the kindled warmth of hope in the flash of brightly colored dragon hide, and yet by their very existence defining the mortal threat which comes from far, far above.

Enolth> Suarath has arrived.

Enolth> Merth has arrived.

Enolth> Suarath arrives up into the thinner atmosphere above the weyr, and L'el gets his first really good look at all around the weyr from this high vantage point. He's liable to miss things as he's so busy looking around, trying to take in everything that can be seen from up here.

Enolth> Enolth bugles again once all the weyrlings are in position and flying well. An answering call comes from below as he leads the pairs on their first long distance flight through sweeps coverage area. Just above the wings, P'wyn's voice can be heard calling out to "Follow us! Stick close and call out if you get into trouble."

Enolth> You head out on a sweep patrol.

Enolth> Merth has arrived.

Enolth> Suarath has arrived.

THREE DAYS OF TRAVEL

Enolth> You descend from sweep level down to into bright, sunshiny sky…

Enolth> High Above the East Side of the Island

Enolth> You are flying very high over the eastern side of some kind of island. From here, the island extends both north and south, ending to sheer cliffs to the east all along the coast. The eastern side of the island is all a high plateau, mostly grassy. To the south the plateau is divided by some kind of chasm. The ground is lower to the west, and ends to the southwest, yielding to the sea.

Enolth> Suarath has arrived.

Enolth> Merth has arrived.

Enolth> Suarath glides downward and away.

Enolth> Merth glides downward and away.

Enolth> You glide downward…

Enolth> Above the East Side of the Island

Enolth> You are in the skies over the east side of the island. A straight line of cliffs marks the eastern shore. Directly below is a large field, which ends to the south at a flowery hill. Next to the field to the west is a clump of trees. South of that are more cliffs; it's hard to see what's beyond them from here.

Enolth> You circle downward and make a graceful landing.

Enolth> Field South

Enolth> This is the southern end of a long field that stretches north. The ground is actually very flat and level. The grass is thick but short. This would actually make a great athletic field. It could be set up to play all sorts of sports and games.

You deftly climb down Enolth's side and slip down to the ground, landing on both feet.

Kerali deftly climbs down Merth's side.

Suarath is showing tiredness as he arrives down on the island, banking for a less than graceful landing and then nearly falling asleep as L'el moves to dismount. Suareth won't be budged from where he is, after that and resting his head on the ground.

L'el deftly climbs down Suarath's side.

Even Merth looks weary when she lands in a bit of a galloping fashion, instead of backwinging properly. Kerali looks even more exhausted than the gold, and Merth has to let her down on a forearm or she'd probably just flop right out of her straps. "I can't feel my arms… or my legs… They're all… wriggly."

L'el moves to stand next to Suarath, checking over his straps, and then glancing quickly in P'wyn's direction. "Are we staying here for the night, sir?" A brief wave of his hand indicates the dragon. "I was thinking I could take his straps off, if we were."

Though Enolth doesn't seem too much the worse for wear, P'wyn is definately a little slow to climb down. He guestures towards where the camp is already setup, tents for the weyrling riders with plenty of clear space for the dragons. A long table currently holds finger foods as well as drinks, cups, and assorted other cutlery. Large tubs of water rest at the ends of the tables for washing up. "Once you've seen to your mates you can fill your own stomachs." And this comment is followed by a hand pointing towards the far corner of the field where several carved up carcasses await the poor drained dragonets. "When everyone is full come to the bonfire and we'll talk about tomorrow." The following groan just makes the brownrider smile.

L'el works on taking off Suarath's straps and getting the bronze to eat something. The big lug perks up at the thought of food, especially that he doesn't have to catch tonight and once he's eaten his fill, a travel weary L'el is set for stumbling toward the campfire.

L'el unfastens Suarath's straps, and gradually gets them off.

P'wyn unfastens Enolth's straps, and gradually gets them off.

L'el moves to settle down very stiffly, and there is a wince that is almost but not quite hidden as he sits down, after having grabbed a plate and a mug. He doesn't quite fall on his food, but it is very close and for several minutes all he is doing is eating or drinking.

Merth looks rather put-off by the thought of pre-killed meat at this point. She eats a bit, but Kerali has to basically force her to. While the gold eats, Kerali undoes her straps and bundles them up nicely. Kerali herself is hungry as a dragon, and basically gorges herself on food. By the time she makes it to the campfire, she's stuffed and half-sleep. She sits down across from P'wyn and looks at him. Or rather… past him. Out into space, really.

Kerali unfastens Merth's straps, and gradually gets them off.

Mariel climbs down from Cloicroth's side.

P'wyn gives Enolth a pat as the brown leaps into the air to do some hunting of his own, rather than pillage from the pile. P'wyn takes his flight straps over to the largest tent, placing them inside along with his flight jacket and other cold weather gear. He washes up both hands and face, going so far as to soak his hair as well. A quick shake like a dog and the rider seems to be perked up a bit already. Rapidly filling a plate with goodies and glass with juice, P'wyn heads over to sit next to the fire and eat. "So. Everyone made it and no one is injuried. A very very good start children."

Cloicroth is beyond exhausted, although she tries very hard not to show it. She's a dragon built for speed, not distance, and this process has been trying for the young green. When they land, it takes little urging on Mariel's part to direct her toward the food, where she tears into it as daintily as she can manage given her hunger. After eating her fill, she simply curls up near the others without her usual ritual of picking out the best possible spot. Mariel watches all of this with a concerned eye, waiting until the green has settled completely before she even dares to glance at the food. Even given her own hunger, she fills her plate a rather meager amount of food and settles near L'el, picking small morsels off her plate. "I'm glad we're all alright," she comments with a glance to her fellow weyrlings.

Kerali is sitting at the fire, watching P'wyn. Waiting to be angry at whatever he has to say next, because she's tried and wants to sleep and not have to wake up early for whatever it is he has planned next. While she's waiting, she peels out of her jacket and such. It was too warm for that now. Then she leans back on her hands with her legs stretched out. "So… we're all fine. What's next, then?"

L'el is doing his best to just simply sit, and not go back for seconds, nodding once when Kerali arrives and then again when Mariel does. He keeps most of his attention though on P'wyn, his concention off as he tries to figure out where the conversation may be going.

P'wyn's brow raises at the tones coming from more then one weyrling but they are too tired and he too pleased to continue teasing them. Between bites P'wyn answers mildly. "So, what's next is tomorrow. Tomorrow…" he pauses dramatically, looking around. "you sleep in. We'll have breakfast, you can take a little time to look around the island. We use this island for several fun activities." he asides before continuing. "Make sure and check over your lifemates, check your gear and straps again. Then, just before lunch, we'll return home." He pauses again, taking a nice bite of fruit, looking around with twinkling eyes. Just when the groans start to get a little loud and it seems as if there will be a mutiny, he adds oh so casually. "The quick way."

The thought of being able to sleep in is a welcome one, and Mariel cracks a smile that swiftly falls at the mention of returning home in the afternoon. Although she's never one to protest, even she looks about ready to take up arms against P'wyn before he clarifies. The tightness in her shoulders releases with a satisfied sigh. The quick way. Those three little words seem to give her permission fully relax and dig into her food, and while she's still taking birdlike bites she at least seems to be doing so with some enthusiasm.

Kerali looks at P'wyn like he's from outer space when he says they get to sleep in and then have breakfast. And then play around the island. Those were fun things. P'wyn didn't like to have fun. There's a bit of a groan from Kerali as well, at the thought of making the long flight back tomorrow. She blinks then at the mention of the quick way. Though it was the easier way, it was the more scary route back. "Oh…" He face goes a bit blank as she relays the information to Merth, who hasn't quite fallen asleep yet. Though the gold doesn't seem to be as nervous in any sort as her rider is.

L'el is stirred to some more energy by the thought of how they will return home rather than the overland travel that they had been doing. He doesn't quite relax back into the ground but there is a bit more looseness in his sitting stance now and he turns back to eye Suarath for a long moment. Then he does manage to drag himself upright for another plate of food.

P'wyn hides the small smile he gains from the reaction to his announcement by skillfully filling his face some more. Leaning far back, he yanks one of the bundles of extra supplies left tent-side over to use as a prop and outright lounges against the bag. With his eyes at half-mast, the assistant seems to have abandoned the pairs to whatever mischief they wish to get into. Slowly the sun fades and night sets, bringing a cooling air which makes the fire comfortable to rest beside. It has been so long since P'wyn has moved, one might think he were asleep.

L'el is near to falling asleep right where he is sitting and so he gets up, moving with difficulty before he stumbles on his way toward one of the tents set up for the weyrlings. "Hey, at least P'wyn made sure we had a place to sleep tonight, like last night." is muttered before he's disappearing into it and then flopping down on one of the bedrolls.

Mariel finishes up her small plate of food, slowly but surely. She even dares to go back for seconds, although this portion is even smaller than the first. As she picks at her food, a glance goes toward Kerali and L'el, and then on to the 'sleeping' P'wyn. "Does going back the quick way mean what I think it means?" she mumbles, mostly to herself. As reassuring as it is to not have to fly back over land, the prospect of 'quick' is becoming more daunting as she thinks about it. Who knows how much sleep she'll be getting tonight, with that on her mind. With her food finished, the young woman makes her way to one of the tents, claiming a spot in the corner for herself.

Kerali had enough to eat on her first plate. And now she was too nervous to go back even for a second bubbly. She nods to Mariel. "I'm guessing… that means we'll be going Between. Unless P'wyn's taken us so far it's actually quicker to go around the other side of the planet…" While Kerali appreciates the thought of proper bedding, she drags one of the rolls over to sleep next to Merth. Better that a tent! Sort of. At least she wouldn't have to be close to L'el's snoring.

First day fades into night. When all the weyrlings have settled down to sleep somewhere, P'wyn drags himself into his own tent. Stars shine, moons rise and fall, and night fades back into day. The breakfast set the next morning is a nice, full, warm breakfast. Once everyone has eaten their fill, the weyrlingmaster waves them off to go 'play' as he puts it while he remains at the camp site. Several other dragons arrive to take the tents, supplies, and goods back to wherever they came from and when all the weyrling pairs have returned near noon, only neat piles of straps and suits remain. P'wyn stands next to the brown who has summoned everyone back with his flight suit on and the brown's straps ready to go. "Suit up, it's time to go home!" he calls cheerfully, turning to tighten on last buckle.

P'wyn works at it for a while, getting Enolth's riding straps on just right.

L'el works at it for a while, getting Suarath's riding straps on just right.

Kerali works at it for a while, getting Merth's riding straps on just right.

L'el drags himself out of his tent, rubbing sleep from his eyes but soon enough Suarath and he have left on their own explorations of the island, wandering around and then only heading back when the sun is near directly overhead. He moves to stand in a grouping of the other weyrlings, nervousness betrayed by his inability to stay still for even a second.

Mariel works at it for a while, getting Cloicroth's riding straps on just right.

Kerali is just too nervous to really enjoy herself. She slept soundly the night before for the most part. But had a couple of nightmares, both of which had to do with betweening. She was up early, ate a decent breakfast (most of which she forced down) and then milled about the island practicing her imaging with Merth. By noon she was feeling.. confident enough. She straps the gold back up, and slips back into her riding gear. And makes sure to button up nicely.

Mariel and Cloicroth vanish early in the morning, foregoing sleeping in to claim a quiet spot of their own on the island before anyone else can get to it. They're among the last to return, and Mariel puts the green's straps back on with slightly nervous fingers. She checks them once, and then again, and then a third time before she feels confident that they're attached properly.

P'wyn frowns at B'well and M'vin, both late and a little too inclined towards horseplay for his taste. "Well, if we can all just focus now." he admonishes the pair, turning back to oversee the whole class. "Once we are aloft, I will be sending you back in sets of five. Enolth will give your mates each an image. You are to check that image with your mate against the ones I've been drilling you with these last months, as well as against those you have created for yourself. When you are confident you have the image, call ready and go. I'll be sending you in on the high side so when you come out at the weyr, immediately lose altitude so that others arriving after you have clear air. Are there any questions?"

L'el shakes his head, frowning slightly but he is clutching at Suarath's straps. A quick glance to others in the group before he is having Su help him aboard and then he has a better view of what is going on.

Kerali shakes her head about having questions. She had none. She climbs up onto Merth and awaits her turn to head back. She thinks about the images they've gone through, assuming it'll be one over or close to High Reaches. She could at least practice those while they waited. She wasn't going to between into a rock! Though.. the risk was always there. For her and the other weyrlings.

Mariel twists a strand of hair between her fingers anxiously, spinning it around until the tight twist tugs at her scalp and actually begins to hurt. It's only then that she releases it, before starting again on another strand. She knows how to do this, she's been drilling obsessively for months… but faced with the real thing, she's anxious again. In spite of her fears, she allows herself to be persuaded by the cool tones of Cloicroth's mind, mounting the green and trying to prepare herself.

Enolth> L'el easily climbs up Suarath's back with the help of a forearm and settles down between his neck ridges.

Enolth> Kerali easily climbs up Merth's back with the help of a forearm and settles down between her neck ridges.

Enolth> Mariel easily climbs up Cloicroth's back with the help of a forearm and settles down between her neck ridges.

Enolth> With no questions to answer, P'wyn mounts the brown and straps in. A quick look shows the others have followed suit and await his signal. And so the weyrlingmaster raises his arm once again in that signal to rise and leads the weyrling pairs upwards towards their most dangerous activity yet. Once high enough for clear skies, the brown hovers, waiting for the others to take their places around him..

Enolth> You take to the skies!

Enolth> Above the East Side of the Island
Enolth> You are in the skies over the east side of the island. A straight line of cliffs marks the eastern shore. Directly below is a large field, which ends to the south at a flowery hill. Next to the field to the west is a clump of trees. South of that are more cliffs; it's hard to see what's beyond them from here.

Enolth> Suarath flies up from below you.

Enolth> Merth flies up from below you.

Enolth> Cloicroth flies up from below you.

Enolth> Once all the pairs are circling around Enolth begins clearing groups out. He pulls groups of five aside to check their images before slowly approving them to go on. Gradually, weyrling dragons disappear from the skies around until only nine remain. When the next group of five is set to go only four disappear with brown Zaphoth still remaining behind when his group jumps. Enolth swoops over and there's a silent consultation. P'wyn shakes his head, but it will have to be six in this last jump: Suarath, Merth, Cloicroth, blue Twawth and brown Zaphroth and of course Enolth himself. Once everyone is back into position again, Enolth sends out his image.

<Projecting to: Merth Cloicroth Suarath> Enolth mindspeaks « High above the rim, the seven weather worn spires reach out from the depths of the Weyr toward the heavens above. »

Enolth> Suarath nods his head as Suarath receives the image from Enolth and they both then turn slightly toward the weyrlingmaster pair. "We've got it Sir, is yelled out by L'el, as he

Enolth> As the groups disappear, Mariel grows more and more anxious. She grips Cloicroth's straps tightly, going over the images she remembers repeatedly, trying to pick out little details so that nothing is left out. She closes her eyes, caught between hoping that she'll be in the next group as to get it over with, and hoping that she can put it off a little longer. But it can only wait for so long. As the last group comes together and Enolth passes on the image to Cloicroth, she draws it into her mind and focuses intently. "Ready," she calls out with some trepidation.

Enolth> Enolth signals the go between but just as he's doing so Twawth catches a rogue updraft smashing him into the already overset Zaphoth. With nerves wrung so tightly, both pairs panic and jump between just a split second before the whole group. The timing so close, there is nothing to be done to stop what has happened nor what might still happen. The rest are already gone between as well. Three heartbeats are all that separate the final weyrling group and fate.

Enolth> Suarath suddenly disappears, going *between*.

Enolth> Cloicroth suddenly disappears, going *between*.

Enolth> Merth suddenly disappears, going *between*.

Enolth> You go *between*…
Enolth> Between
Enolth> Black, blacker, blackest, // And cold beyond frozen things. // Where is *between* when there is naught // To Life but fragile dragon wings?

Enolth> You leave between and explode out in the air…

Enolth> Sky Over High Reaches Weyr
Enolth> High above the rim, above the reaching tips of the seven spindles, the air currents are unpredictable but the view is spectacular. The snow capped mountains of the range within which the Weyr sits spread all around, but most dramatic view is of the Weyr itself just below you. The seven weather worn spires reach out from the depths of the Weyr toward the heavens above. They seem to offer both promise and warning for within their grasp lies the kindled warmth of hope in the flash of brightly colored dragon hide, and yet by their very existence defining the mortal threat which comes from far, far above.

Enolth> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Room Contents >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Players:
Dragons: Enolth and Suarath
Other:
Enolth> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Obvious Exits >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Up -*- Sweep Coverage
North -*- Upper North Sky
East -*- Upper East Sky
West -*- Upper West Sky

Enolth> Cloicroth pops out of *between*, appearing suddenly in the air here.

Enolth> Merth pops out of *between*, appearing suddenly in the air here.

Enolth> Suarath has arrived and with that, L'el is starting to look around anxiously for the others that should be arriving at any moment. He waits, and waits and then glances back to P'wyn for a long second or so before he simply, moves to hold on tighter to his straps.

Enolth> As they reappear from between, Mariel breathes a sigh of relief. They made it. They're alive. But her momentary triumph is short lived as she glances around her, looking for the rest of their party. They'll be here, won't they?

Enolth> Enolth arrives with the last group of weyrlings but his rider doesn't even need to look to know he's lost some. There's barely enough time to check flight and find position before the keening begins, starting likely enough from the brown's own throat. A pale and somber P'wyn motions the last of the weyrling pairs to land before any more accidents occur. There is mourning enough in store for B'well and Twawth and M'vin and Zaphoth. Though weyrlinghood is dangerous and accidents regularly occur, somehow those lost between is always the worst.

Enolth> Upper North Sky
Enolth> The bowl has grown distance below you, only the twin structures of the weyrling barracks and the glimmer of sapphire from the lake discernible from your present position. The spindles rise up to greet you and although you are not high enough to be above the bowl rim, the natural lower dips in some of the spindles offer glimpses of the snow capped mountains beyond. The number of ledges drop off and become smaller the higher one goes. All of those found on this area are themselves nestled within one of the rising spindles. Each ledge while similar is its own affair with small irregular arching openings into the private dragon and rider weyrs beyond. The subtle differences in size, texture, and formation make for few mistakes as to who is where.
Night is pitch black dark, the faintest glimmer of glowbaskets in the bowl below provides little guidance. A few of the hardiest summer grasses grow in cracks in the stone. The weather can not get any better for the season. The sky is crystal clear and winds are mild.

Enolth> Lower North Sky
Enolth> Lengths below, the rock and gravelly bowl floor seems to gently roll away from your position. To the north, the bowl wall rises out from the bowl where the large stone structures of the weyrling barracks stand out prominently, as does the large entrance both on the ground and in the bowl wall to the hatching cavern. The senior queen's and weyrleader's ledge are somewhat smaller but no less dominating below. Farther southeast, along the bowl floor, the edge of the feeding grounds is visible. Higher here, along the wall there are a number of ledges. Each ledge while similar is its own affair, and most are on the medium to large size with irregular arching openings into the private dragon and rider weyrs beyond. The subtle differences in size, texture, and formation make for few mistakes as to who is where.
Night is pitch black dark, the glimmer of glowbaskets in the bowl below provides some guidance. A few of the hardiest summer grasses grow in cracks in the stone. The weather can not get any better for the season. The sky is crystal clear and winds are mild.

Enolth> North Bowl
Enolth> The bowl is a mix of bare patches of darkly hued stone and grittier bits of dust and pebbles that are slowly evening out the bowl floor. This area of the bowl seems slightly higher on average. A larger shadowed archway cuts strikingly into the dark stone of the bowl wall to the northwest, the entrance to the hatching grounds. Those new pairs coming from such grounds do not have far to go to get to the barracks. The barracks are two large rectangular stone buildings. Slate roofing tiles angle steeply down from the junction of the barracks with the bowl wall, and overhang enough to offer some protection for anyone peeking out of the large doorways from the weather outside. The doorways are not nearly as big as the archway to the hatching grounds, but are passable by fully grown beasts none the less. Wooden doors are covered by a thin sheet of copper which roll open and closed as needed. Designs which may have at one time adorned these doors are faded both by weather and by the dents and scratches of overeager younglings.
At night, little moves through this section of the bowl but the still and uncertain shadows. Glowbaskets are kept half lidded at the entrance to the hatching grounds and weyrling barracks, but otherwise there is only the moon and the stars to light one's way. Despite the resident and weyrlings best attempts at keeping them under control, summer grasses peek from the gravel and stone. The weather can not get any better for the season. The sky is crystal clear and winds are mild.

Already support staff is circling around to round up the shocked and grieving weyrlings. Riders more used to the sad truth of weyr life bring drinks and extra hands to see to the younglings. P'wyn rounds up the last stragglers and gets everyone turned into the barracks to nurse out the strange combination of joy and sorrow this day has brought.

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