Three instructors encounter each other in the halls and discuss the students and aim of the Caucus.  (Sieren, Anwyn, Kadily)
IC Date:  Day 21, Month 7, Turn 6
OOC Date: 4-8-08
Note:  I left this scene early and don't know if there was more after Kadily left.  Pester Sieren or Anwyn if you're curious.



The midday rush between classes has slowed to a ( Read more... )

An especially loud clap of thunder fills the Great Hall with a sudden murmur and a few isolated choruses of surprised girlish shrieks. Several young men are lending a hand and rushing from window to window to pull closed the shutters against the rain that's blown in so suddenly, causing everyone who was recently outside and everyone who planned to ( Read more... )

So many people have been taking advantage of the pleasant change the weather's taken in the past few days, many of them students avoiding the less attractive option of doing schoolwork indoors. The orchards, pretty as it is in the evening light, are a popular option, too; the trees give the illusion of isolation once you step off of the main path, ( Read more... )

It being a rest day for the students of the Caucus, the records room is less populated than usual, those slacking and those who've burnt out early avoiding the place as if the musty pages contained a new plague. So it's a different crowd that takes up the tables and chairs so shortly after dinner; there's a few students of course, but they hardly ( Read more... )

It took two sevens to do it, but the weyr has been cleaned up - and in time for Asha's birthday. The dust in the corners has been swept out, the curtains installed between Reyce and Issa's bedroom, and the furniture moved in. The unchangeable things - like the crooked entrance, which angles to one side and is set on an upward slope - have become ( Read more... )

Good caucus students should probably be inside right now, filling up on a nutritious lunch. Unfortunately, the caucus schedule doesn't exactly seem to have taken the needs of dragons into consideration. That's why Amerigo is outside, wrapped up in thick woollen shawls and chewing on a meatpie while Zotzilath crouches in the pool, her wings spread ( Read more... )

The remnants of dinner have been left scattered across the tiny, circular table sitting at the ledge's entrance that was dragged up to the weyr for the night's more exclusive, friendly dinner, an occassion that will be the last for some time with the couple's move little more than a sevenday away. Already crates have begun to accumulate at the weyr ( Read more... )

With Issa's resignation from weyrling wingsecond, her time has become more her own after drills and meetings with her temporarily assigned wing and she takes advantage of it this afternoon. She found Reyce with a surprise hug from behind and a shamelessly involved kiss to follow it, then fell back into the routine of normal conversation as they sat ( Read more... )

Winter is, in it slow and grudging way at High Reaches, slowly giving over to spring. Snow has become slush that gets weighed down with chilly rain and becomes grey and mucky. The wings of dragons boasts slightly swelled ranks, thanks to new arrivals that not everyone is delighted to have, and the other Weyrs seem to essentially be stuffing their ( Read more... )

Dinner was delayed by about half an hour because Reyce didn't turn up. After harassing Issa for the past sevenday not to neglect her meals, he's the one who almost missed one today; when he did remember, he showed up smelling of alcohol and vomit. He was not much inclined to talk, beyond what it took to answer her questions, if she herself could be ( Read more... )