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Azhdarchid
 Posted: Jun 23 2016, 01:57 PM
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Journeyman Aikila smoothed the tablecloth for the tenth time, and flapped his hand at one of the four Apprentices supplied to him. The Apprentice rushed over to secure a corner of their tent that had uprooted and was dancing around more boldly than a Benden flag.

The idea had been to attract more attention than the Weyrbrat group this mobile laboratory was technically for. Expensive, dragonrider attention. So have it in the Bowl, right? Just after lunch, everyone was full so their focus would not be divided between the lab and their stomachs. And the morning air had been deceptively still, perfect.

He would not be defeated by wind. The Apprentices lowered the tent flaps on three sides, and when weighted down with stones the breezes inside ran quite minimal.

Just in time: he could see a gaggle of brats on the warpath, their minders drifting among them like tall, frilly siege towers. And was that a taller shadow or two in the distance, inching over? He hoped so. They had commissioned a large tapestry of a woman peeking into a microscope for one tent face, and the same woman looking off at the stars through a telescope for the other.

Aikila tied back his long silver hair, caressed his chin to ensure it was free of stubble, and flicked a fingertip under one of his blue eyes to clear it of some impromptu grogginess. He looked authoritarian, he hoped. Not his working clothes but dress stuff, lent to him for his trip. Tailored for him even. He was thinking of stealing his ruddy leather jacket.

Extended borrowing. He adjusted his cap, which boasted a long and black-striated wherry feather. The Apprentices lined up between him and the specimen table.

"Hello everyone!" he called to the children as they entered the tent. In his experience, children preferred to be addressed as other people rather than short little idiots. In fact, all people preferred to be addressed that way. "My name is Aikila, I am visiting Dalibor this afternoon on sponsorship of the Beasthall, the Smithhall, and the Minerhall! I am here to introduce you to a new tool we have been using across many disciplines, the magnifying scope, or just 'scope' might be easier on your tongue. Tonight I will also offer a look at the stars through our spyglasses!"

He picked up one such device, unfolding it and locking the pieces, then holding the viewing end up to his eye. A large, dark glass lens peeped out at the Weyrbrats. Aikila grinned, then handed the spyglass to one of his Apprentices to deconstruct and put back.

The beastcrafter held out his callused hand to the specimen table. "We have a bowl there for each of you, with some very precious specimens. Please do not steal or dirty any of them. We have ten scopes, so you will have to get in line." He raised his voice, hoping to catch some of the prospective ears outside. "If any adults wish to look through our specimens, they are welcome to it. The same restrictions apply."

An Apprentice handed him a bowl, which he tipped gently in the Weyrbrats' direction. Inside were a variety of gemstones, some large hard-shelled vtol (deceased), a fingerfish locked in resin, whersport feathers, and a round, pale rock. He picked up the rock. "This is a snake stone, from the caverns beneath Western Hold. We recently took these under our scopes at the Beasthall and discovered something very interesting! I hope you will too. The Apprentices and I will teach you how to focus the scopes, so do not be in a rush and wait for us to come to you when it's your turn."

The wind picked up. The tent held. Aikila exhaled. He tucked the bowl he was carrying against his lean stomach, and approached the leftmost scope. He bowed to the child near it. "I will now demonstrate how to use the scope." After putting the bowl down on the tall stone table where the scope sat, he lifted the child into onto a stepstool.

The scope was made of ugly gray metal. He tapped a drawer at the front of the table. "If you open that," he told the child. "You will find we have inexpertly stuffed some glows inside. Go ahead and grab a handful." He prised out a trough from the base of the scope. "Now, drop them in this basin." Once the kid complied, he shut the trough and the glow of the jostled fungus filled a glass portal at the bottom of the scope.

Aikila ran his hand from the base up the crooked neck of the scope, which boasted two eyepieces and a long tube with a lens at the top. "Our first scopes only had one eyepiece- the Smiths have been very eager about developing this tool. We are coming to understand that there is much more around us than what seems obvious! I hope that with this exercise, you will all come to understand that too. Now, please select an item from the bowl here...I recommend one of the gems."

He set a new, glass bowl over the glowing port. "Put the item in the measuring bowl. You cannot see it from here, but the smiths have devised some etchings in the bowl floor that allow you to measure distance when you observe it through a microscope. The space between two long etchings is a centimeter, and between two smaller ones is a millimeter. I'm sure at least some of you have started on your maths..." Actually he was not entirely convinced: these kids looked pretty young.

Ah well: "Now the first thing we should do is make sure you can see anything," he observed for his example pupil. "Go ahead and look into the eyepieces." He placed his slim fingers to either side of the scope-top. "I will move them from side to side, you tell me when the image you see is a single clear image."

After a few adjustments: "We will now adjust the magnification. We do this by drawing the lens closer to our specimen." He depressed a couple bars on the sides of the scope, slowly lowering the entire lens housing toward the measuring bowl. "How near or far your lens-" He pointed at it. "-is from the specimen will determine what you can see. Being further away lets you make out surface details more easily, but some specimens have a bit of translucency- that means you can see through them. I have some dissected specimens too if anyone would like!"

He rested his hands on his bony hips, looking around and quirking his lips. "Did that all...did that make sense?" he wondered, smiling sheepishly.

[ All are welcome to try their hands at the scope, not just Weyrbrats. =) You can also ask Aikila questions, try to steal his specimens, pester the lab with firelizards and whatnot, provided you are prepared for Journeyman Beastcrafter wrath!!!

The microscopes Aikila is showing off are similar to dissecting microscopes in general silhouette:

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However, they have no fine focusing ability and definitely no ability for dramatic magnifications- you are not going to see cells with these scopes. The mechanism for magnifying is clumsy (press in the two sidebars and lower the lens housing down, then release them to hold the housing in place) and pretty easy to misuse, which would drop the whole lens housing onto your measuring bowl, so younger Weyrlings should have adult assistance. ]
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 Posted: Jun 23 2016, 11:04 PM
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Fancy new devices, some of the latest and greatest in Pernese technology, that could be used to peer into the unseen structure of rock and feather, fish and insect. And they were here, at Dalibor—for them to experience. One would be hard-pressed to find a weyrbrat more excited at such a prospect than Tanner. Shimmer flew impatient purple circles around her shoulders, projecting the impatience she was trying her best to mask as the gaggle of kids, mostly younger than her newly minted ten turns, meandered toward the tent after lunch. It would be easy to outpace them, tempting to go rushing ahead like she wanted to, but that would have felt rude, especially for a girl now at apprenticeship age, so she kept with the pack. Okay, at the head of the pack—but that still counted, alright?

She silently commanded Shimmer to her shoulder when they reached the tent at last, though he continued to shuffle his forepaws as she listened eagerly to the journeyman’s instructions. She peered past him at the scopes, eyeing them with a reverence and enthusiasm that wouldn’t have been out of place beholding ten dragon eggs.

She leaned forward to see the bowl he showed them, with its prepared contents for viewing. Many of them wouldn’t have looked out of place in her own little collection—feathers and insect shells she had aplenty, though the gemstones she looked at with a twinge of envy. Lucky him, he had some pretty rare rocks! She hadn’t found all of those yet. But then, he was a journeyman. And, you know, an adult. They had all the best stuff. She felt bad for the fingerfish, but maybe it had lived a long, full life before its body was preserved in the name of knowledge, right? That wouldn’t be too bad.

Tanner was excited to view most everything in the basket—hopefully they’d let her come through the line several times, as long as she only looked at one thing each time and waited her turn in between. But the weyrbrat knew right away which thing she wanted to see first.

“A snake stone!” she whispered excitedly to Shimmer, her green eyes wide. She hadn’t expected to ever see one. She took it as gingerly from the bowl as though it was a golden-shelled firelizard egg. “I heard about these, back at Western!” She ran her hand lightly over its smooth surface. How strange that it had once been a glowing, wiggling creature? “Poor thing.” Still, she carried it confidently as she took it to one of the open scopes.

“Makes sense to me!” she said brightly to the journeyman as she bobbed by. “Glows in the basin…” In they went. “Item in the bowl…” She tucked the slumbering former-snake carefully into the measuring bowl. She leaned forward, bringing her small fist to her chin and squinting studiously at the etchings. “Centimeters and…millimeters. And a centimeter is…ten millimeters!” She grinned. “Now…we wait for help!” She eyed the adjustment bars curiously, all the more attentive when someone actually assisted her with moving them. How did such a thing work, all that metal and glass and glowlight, to make something look so much bigger? It was certainly a marvel. “It’s glass, isn’t it? The lens? My sister’s a glasscrafter. My brother too,” she commented to her assistor. “It works because it’s curved a certain way, right?”

Still, fascinating as the scopes were, she was more interested in what they had to show than how they worked. Who knew what new things she might see in stones or bugs she had looked at a hundred times before! Or even more excitingly, what she might see in a stone that used to be an animal. She peered eagerly, but seriously down into the glass, to see what she might find.
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 Posted: Jun 24 2016, 02:59 AM
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His W'o was far away, not in person, in person he was where he often was, in his room. His mind though, that was very far away, with ideas that Lemasyth enjoyed, but sometimes they frustrated his W'o. Either way, his W'o was far away and Lemmy was a bored and lonely blue without his W'o. Oh, but then he did see something that was curious. Curiously a snuffling nose had started to creep its way, closer, and closer to the growing crowd, the tent. Interesting things were here, and maybe he should tell his W'o. Yet, he wasn't sure W'o would be interested. Lemasyth knew he was much to big to do, whatever all the nice people were doing though, so maybe he could ask W'o to come see for him.

The problem would be solved though, Lemmy saw, it was their Tanner. The whirling of his eyes quickened, and the blue picked his way closer still, before plopping his round hind quarters on the ground. He was quiet, very quiet, not wanting to pick a bad time. He couldn't see what Tanner was doing, and he didn't want to disturb her, so he thought he would wait. Tail twitching to and fro, the blue couldn't wait forever.

~May I see too?~ He asked of Tanner. Maybe when she was all done, she would show Shimmer, and he would share too.

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(Lorn's Army )

If the man was hoping to draw attention, he certainly would accomplish that. Sentinel had been leading his fair on a flight around the bowl. It was likely an unusual sight, that the usually secretive Iron had been taking his fair out into the open bowl, leading them himself in their Queen's stead. There were things a foot with the fair, what though was any flitter's guess. Around the bowl they had went, and he had had them digging up tasty spiderclaws and other things from the banks of the lake. It was on their way back to their Queen that this irritating man, with his disruptive display changed the King flitter's plans.

Bubbly trilled at the growing number of two-leggeds, and the pretty cloth weyr with the voice of an important sounding person inside. She wanted very much to see inside, the cloth Weyr looked very pretty indeed. Bubbly was no King, she did not command the fair in most things, that was Mama Lorn's job, and when Mama Lorn wasn't there it was for Sentinel or Ember. However, there were some situations where it was Bubbly who was second in command, and this fun social thing apparently fit the bill.

Swooping down out of formation he chittered up a storm, slipping eagerly into an open flap, as the softer, shier clicks of a younger green, and the silence of a less obtrusive cyan following. With Bubbly, Spriggy, and Lady all circling about and happily greeting everyone that had come to be friends, there was no fighting it, the rest of the fair would be investigating.

Sentinel huffed to himself, and found a place above the bustle to hide, watching with keen suspicious eyes over his fair mates. What he needed was more Kings to share his duty in protecting them, something he intended to fix in the coming seasons. Ember was less pleased, the Red chasing after Lordling to be sure that he wasn't the only one trying to herd the mass of people. So it was that any random person that might try to push or cause problems in the clearly meant to be orderly procession would get a screech or nip from either red or black hides. Azure was far more agreeable, and seeing no particular need for himself to bother people, or crowd Sentinel, he chose to follow Spectacles instead, keeping pace with the purple, to be on hand if anything was needed of him.

So there they were, a mass of flitters, their human not in the crowd, or at least not yet. Nothing out of the ordinary for Dalibor Weyr. Then, there was Spectacles. The purple had mostly been uninterested, following first their King, and then absently tagging along as Bubbly diverted them. However, he had noticed something the others all seemed to over look. Landing on the shoulder of Journeyman Aikila he ignored the man entirely, while sharp whirling eyes stared down the strange devices, watching the humans as they played with them. Azure was at least a bit more reasonable, and meeped an apology to the human, but before the blue could land he was following Spectacles once more. This time purple, and then blue landed on one of the tables.

Spectacles watched a person playing with the strange device, before leaning in closer. Finally, once he was done observing, he decided to be forward. Slipping his way right between the person and the strange thing it kept putting its eyes too, Specs gazed quite pointedly at this person, a single talon tapping impatiently against the surface of the table, while he passed an image of the human making adjustments, waiting to see if it was understood what he wanted. Two leggeds could be slow.
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((Anyone who wants is welcome to be the ones being pestered by stray flitters, they are there for randomness and making Dali feel full XP ))
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 Posted: Jun 24 2016, 11:38 AM
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"You are correct, sister-of-glasscrafter." Aikila smirked. "Our stronger pieces make use of oil as well." He waved his hand back and forth. "That is for another time. This scope I am showing you today has two of those curved lens inside the housing tube. We have found it is excellent for observing the surfaces of objects. Do you see...?" He helped her, lining up the lens housing over the snake stone. He rested his hand to her back to prompt her toward the eyepieces. "Don't mush your face right into them," he cautioned nonetheless.

A firelizard latched onto his shoulder and the beastcrafter did not even flinch. He adjusted the eyepieces to fit the span of Tanner's eyes. An image resolved in the eyepieces, backlit by the wall of green glows: the snake stone under magnification was not so much a stone as a net, or basket. A finger on the surface never felt an inch of its microscopic texture. Fibers with branching stalks and node-tipped heads were coiled tight against a central mass. "Can you guess what organism that is?"

He doubted it, unless Tanner had been gazing through many scopes beforehand. "Just a moment," he warned, because he was about to take the snake stone from her measuring bowl. He replaced it with a scattered handful of dry brown scraps from a pouch on his belt. "I will let you back at it shortly, but take a look at these." Under the scope, the scraps branched into similar kinds of stalks and nodes, though the nodes were smaller and stalks veined by a dull green color. The branches came out of a ridge of organic refuse long broken off from a main body, but did not appear to have ever been wrapped around anything. The stalks and translucent tubes lay straight. Each mature stalk ran about three millimeters in length. "This is a glow. Dead, otherwise you would not be able to see it. We have found that some glows are not even fungi, but the ones we use for lighting all are."

The Journeyman offered Tanner a clean measuring bowl. He could only imagine the snake stone would go right back into it. "So, you are the first at Dalibor to discover that our stone is not a stone at all, right?" He smiled at the girl.

The tables where the scopes resided only had so much roosting space. Spectacles's landing beside one of the scopes could be managed, Azure fit too, but the surprised flap of an Apprentice's hand at their appearance sent the bowl of specimens whirling a few inches to the table corner, where it plummeted and crashed to the ground. Aikila straightened up like a reed. "Alright, it's alright!" he shouted, though he hurried away from Tanner and toward the crash site. The guilty Apprentice moved to the next closest scope and began assisting the person there, before the Journeyman could notice his involvement.

Wind stirred the tiny gemstones and feathers between the legs of the participants, and under the gap in the tent's side. "Please direct all firelizards to watch from the posts," Aikila called as he tried to follow and catch every last specimen, though the scope had been rightmost in the line and thus most of the objects went out of the tent towards the lake. He raised his arm and pointed at some of the bars framing the tent-top, each bar with a different width for different sizes of flit feet. Despite the wind, the first thing he recovered was the feather. "Excuse me," he hummed, picking his way through the crowd to the Bowl outside.

He could feel lakewater pricking his face, tossed at it by the heavy winds even though his tent stood a respectable distance from Dalibor's blue pool. He plucked up the gemstones, the encased fish, and stopped to look around for what was arguably the only valuable specimen in the lot. Snake stones were not light enough to be a breeze's plaything, but their shape frequently permitted some amount of rolling. After a second he spotted it: peeking at him from a puddle. Aikila grimaced and retrieved the stone, wiping it against his trouser leg as he returned to the tent.

Nothing could be cleaned thoroughly enough to return it in time for the demonstration. "Hold on," he called to the scope-user, depositing his bundle of dirty, wet objects in a spare bowl and carrying over a new one. One of the Apprentices was looking lonely, so he waved the boy over to clean up the broken bowl. "It's nothing," he assured everyone. "Just some pottery. Anyone could make it. Was anyone struck by a piece? I don't hear any new screaming or crying, so I assume not..."
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Considering how much he was trying to be in his son’s life after finding out that Hilminay’s young son was his, he found himself in a tent with several of the other Weyrbrats that were currently living around the Weyr that were old enough to really be able to understand at least part of what was going on. Some other adults and a few older kids with Candidates included, well at least the Dragon Candidates and the Dual Candidates that didn’t have duties at the time or that night. He was curious about the possible new device that the Beasthall, Smithhall, and Minerhall were evidently sponsoring at least according to the Journeyman that was showing the contraption off.

Aikila was pretty good with keeping the Weyrbrats, and at least some of the adults present including himself, interested and the workings of this ‘scope’ seemed be simple enough though whether or not it would be simple in practice was yet to be seen. “It seems simple and easy enough, though that’s only in theory not in practice for me at least,” said M’rat speaking up though he wasn’t the only one. With one of the older Weyrbrats, evidently with close relations in a relevant craft, speaking up.

Hilrat and him stepped up, the older of the pair a little more reserved than the youth that he was accompanying, wanting to examine the ‘snakestone’ as well though M’rat was more interested in seeing a different specimen possibly one of the gemstones.


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A smile, small but proud, flashed on Tanner’s face. So it was curved glass. She leaned excitedly toward the scope at Aikila’s prompting, then sheepishly backed off a little with his warning. But as soon as her eyes adjusted to what she saw down the barrel of the scope, I consumed all her attention.

She stared at the green-lit image with wide, fascinated eyes, tracing the mesh of alien fibers. She reached out, struck by the impulse to touch the stone, to reaffirm tha it was, in fact, hard to the touch and not the fuzzy texture it so clearly looked like it should have. But she withdrew it before her fingers made contact, lest she interfere with the adjustments somehow, or worse, annoy the beastcrafter.

What organism could it be? “It looks kind of…fuzzy. Like mold. But mold doesn’t feel like that…” She lifted her eyes obediently, watching as he swapped the precious once-snake for some brown scraps. On the surface, there was no connection. And yet… “It’s the same!” she exclaimed. “Well…almost.” She peered at the stalks intensely, comparing the image before her to the one she could picture clearly in her head. The stalks seemed shaped differently now, as though someone had taken the others and combed them all straight. And the strange rounded ends, those were smaller too. Tanner swapped the scraps for the snake stone, another look at which affirmed the similarities and differences she had expected. She returned Aikila’s smile as he explained the phenomenon before her. “So it’s not a rock, it’s fungus…”

Her smile widened as the significance of what he’d said sunk in. The first. Of course, she knew she wasn’t really first in any way that mattered—merely the first in Dalibor to observe what the beastcrafters had already discovered. Still. Wouldn’t it be amazing, one day, to really be the first, to see and realize something that no one else had seen?

She lifted her head from the scope to ask the journeyman a question, but was met instead by the startling sound of crashing ceramic, the thud of something hard hitting the earth. Shimmer puffed up at the intrusion to his girl’s happiness, screeching his objection to the other firelizards’ antics. He coiled his long tail more firmly around Tanner’s neck. Peons! Why couldn’t they just have their human look and then pilfer the images from them, like normal firelizards? A scratch to his frilled neck from Tanner somewhat placated him, though, his eyes narrowing to half-moon rubies. She watched Aikila scramble off to retrieve the samples, chewing worriedly at the inside of her lip.

Lemmy’s mental touch was a welcome surprise. Of course! she thought automatically, though she wasn’t sure the rounder of her two favorite blues could hear her. But she wordlessly directed Shimmer to transmit a series of images. First the scope itself, from her up-close view, with all its wondrous pieces and adjusters, the green glow from the glows beneath. Then the snake stone—it’s smooth appearance, the feeling of its hard surface, its connection to an unseen creature—imagined by Tanner as a squat, puffy-looking snake with a soft gummy mouth and iridescent gray skin, like the rosies from the same cave, but traced all over with fanciful swirls and squiggles in cheery glowing green. Sprouting from the end of its tail was an enormous pink flower, which it waved over its head like a parasol. Then, the ‘stone’ seen through the scope. The dead glowscraps, whole. The same, up close. The shared texture.

Curious Lemmy, she trusted, would feel just as excited about it all as she did.

Aikila returned shortly, depositing the retrieved collection in a new bowl. She watched him as he directed an apprentice toward cleaning up the mess, then somewhat shyly raised her hand to the height of her face, waving to him. “Um, is…the snake stone okay?” It didn’t seem they were alive anymore, but she nonetheless would hate to see it cracked or hurt. “And, I was wondering, what makes the ‘snakes harden up like that? Do you know?”

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It was a poor time to be a gray in Dalibor. One of Pern’s smallest, lightest dragons had ventured carefully out of the shelter of his weyr, crouching low to the stone as he made a cautious crawl toward the end of the ledge. He beheld the tent below, with its bright demonstrative tapestries, with curiosity, watching an uneven stream of monitored weyrbrats file toward it and disappear within. The gray turned his eyes toward the tapestries for a longer inspection. What was she seeing, that woman who appeared in both? What did she uncover in the distant stars, through that long, flaring pole?

Laeth lifted his head higher, testing the wind, awaiting the right gap between more vigorous gusts to make his calculated leap from the ledge. He dove quickly down the cliff face, a gray arrow, before breaking his momentum with strong, quick flaps, and dropping lightly to the bowl floor. He pinned his long wings tight against his body, like a coat, before approaching the tent with light blue eyes. A quick survey of shoulder knots yielded the man in charge. Hello, he greeted, his mental tone polite. He did not try to enter the tent, standing to the side at its entrance instead. Is this a demonstration? Do you mind if I ask what these devices are for? A ripple of yellow passed through his facets, however, as he noticed a very familiar fair of firelizards taking up roost within the stall. Was that where they had gotten off to? Specs and Azure, in particular, seemed to be on the table, near one of the contraptions. Oh dear. Are the firelizards bothering you? I’m very sorry, I will ask them to move.

The gray’s nose swiveled toward the various firelizards of Lorn’s fair, gently prodding each of them with insistent images of the safer bars at the top of the tent. Spectacles, in particular, received an apologetic brush, and a feeling of promise that Laeth would share whatever information he could learn about them with the curious purple.

Lorn (who had been, to the surprise of no one who knew her, deep in a flitterly dream on E’ra’s bed) seemed to have realized at last that she was missing something, for the orange popped into the air a short distance from the tent, wings unfurled, letting a gust blow her sideways toward the tent like a lazy, spotted kite. She flipped herself right-wise when she drifted over Laeth’s shoulders, dropping to land on him. Her voice lifted in a sleepy trill of greeting to her fairmates.
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The blue was indeed thrilled, snuffling softly as he enjoyed all the wonderful things that Tanner had seen. Then he saw something strange, not from Shimmer, but drifting it's way across his field of vision.

~They are wonderful. Later can you ... ~ Then there was something else, a feather. ~tell me about these things? Tanner? ~ There was a long pause as the blue tried to stop the floating samples with a paw. ~I have found things. ~ Lifting his paw, the blue's eyes flecked with bits of yellow as he spotted the feathers, wet and plastered to the bottom of his paw. He passed this image along to Tanner, not quite sure what he was supposed to do now. They didn't seem very useful now. How was he supposed to get them off.

The arrival of another dragon, caught his attention briefly, the young blue carefully using a his... not wet and feather plastered paw to drag himself closer without having to pick up his still plopped down backhalf. Stealing curious glances at Laeth from around the tent. Though it was awkward, with a paw still held off the ground.

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(Lorn's Army )

Spectacles hadn't waited to puff up, holding his head quite high as some unknown two-legged tried to shoo him away like some annoying vtol. His indignation had to take a sharp detour as the foolish boy knocked things over. Issuing a sharp, reprimanding hiss. Azure was more understanding, and merely tried to preen the purple to sooth his ruffled feather. Neither firelizard initially moved from their perch however. The only ones to be upset were the three fighter girls. Bubbly, Lady and Spriggy dove from their happy circling to try to snatch up things for the nice man, though when each had one of the samples, there was nothing to do but to find an out of the way perch, and wait. Each with a some treasure delicately clutched in their mouths, issuing soft meeps while they waited for someone to come claim these things.

Specs' initial irritation was further inflamed as some lone purple thought to discipline him. Why, just who did this fellow think he was? Puffing up further, he offered a scolding chitter right back, while passing images to the other purple that it had been some foolish two-legged, and he should have known better than to question so dignified a fellow purple as Specs was. Of course it wasn't his fault, the very notion was madness.

Journeyman Aikila's decree was no better received. Azure had already taken off carefully to find himself an out of the way post, but the subking hunkered down stubbornly, as he turned whirling eyes that threatened all manner of retribution, aimed directly at the guilty party. He knew what he had done, the pointed snapping of a little jaw seeming to demand a semblance of honor from that tunnelsnake of a two-legged. However, Spectacles was also far too gentlemanly of a flit to argue with the human clearly in charge for much longer.

Laeth received a sulky meep, as the purple finally took off from the table, and took up a post near Azure on one of the posts, eyes still whirling red, and jaws ready, this time thinking he might very well take a good mouthful out of that two-legged. Well, no it wouldn't have been proper, but he was allowed to think about it.

Bubbly was more enthusiastic about the arrival of missing fairmates, and trilled, even with her full mouth. Mama Lorn was here! Didn't all the wonderful people know how great this was? Taking off once more to fly circles, she passed images to all the people of her mama Lorn, and their Laeth. Wasn't it wonderful?! Spriggy and Lady soon joined her, before the trio decided to try to take up the space on Journeyman Aikila's shoulders to nudge him and try to offer over the saved specimens. The pink, in particular wanted snuggles and to nose bop his cheek, before the three made for Laeth. The youngest two curled up on his back, while Bubbly found a spot next to her mama Lorn, nestling right up to her. She had so much to tell her mama, about how Sentinel had took them all out, and they were looking so very carefully for treasures for her. First though, they would all let their Queen get the lay of the land.

One by one, eventually more color would be added to Laeth's grey hide, as each of Lorn's fair gradually made to claim a spot on the smallest dragon's back, except Sentinel who took up the Grey's other shoulder, each offering a wave of affection and greeting to their Queen. Even Spectacles joined the lot eventually, though he was huffy about it as he tucked his wings against his form. Later he would tell Laeth all about that wicked creature, in the mean time, he would simply continue to silently convey his indignation with his eyes.
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An Apprentice came over to facilitate the placement of a precious red gem beneath M'rat's scope. The Apprentice had previously indulged Hilrat with the snakestone, and its composition was much the same as the one previously shown to Tanner.

"We have cut and uncut gems here," the Apprentice explained. "This one is uncut, but when you look, you will notice..." The gem still contained a myriad of perfect hexagonal surfaces, different ones reflecting when the measuring dish was turned. "Funny how much a little rock can look like a dragon's eye, yeah? There is a jewel called the dragon's eye, and we thought it was the only one like this before we started using scopes. But lots of them are the same, just at the micro-level." Luckily or unluckily, M'rat had earned himself a Miner Apprentice, who cooed over the gemstones like it was his first time seeing them. "This one is a heartstone, but now we think it might just by a dragon's eye formed under alternative conditions..."

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"Please wait your turn son," Aikila told Laeth without looking his way. "I am speaking with this inquisitive star first." He raised his pointer finger. "I am sure the stone is perfectly dormant still. And healthy. The worst to come of all this is I will be yelled at and made to do Apprentice-level busywork for a sevenday." His eyebrows, too, raised. "Would you like me to show you?" He whisked himself off on the obvious answer, scooping the fallen stone from its dirty bowl.

He brought the specimen over and showed it to Tanner. "You see? Still intact...hm...?" His thumbs, balanced on the corners of the snakestone, pressed into it. Made little circles over it. Aikila's lips pursed around a word he never spoke, then he tilted his head to one side and continued fondling the white rock. Ultimately he stuck out his hand to Tanner, and waved her fingers toward the specimen. "Tell me I am not cracked and this feels a bit off."

It did. The snakestone had gone fuzzy in little rivulets and webs, isolated patches of sponge amidst its normally porcelain-smooth texture. A couple firelizards packed in on his shoulders and he weathered their presence tremendously, eyes wide. He exchanged the dropped stone for the one in Tanner's measuring bowl. "So far, any puzzle snake brought anywhere near the surface has hardened with the fungus cover..." he mumbled grudgingly as he butted in on the Weyrbrat's space, adjusting the scope with lightning speed.

The Journeyman stared through the scope in silence for one minute, two minutes...

He straightened up and cleared his throat, switching to a teaching voice.

"Attention! I am commandeering these four scopes nearest me." He flicked his three Beastcrafter Apprentices over, the Miner Apprentice was left blinking at M'rat's side. "You may get in line for the remaining scopes, but there will be only one snakestone available for viewing there." Aikila grinned, teeth shiny. "Otherwise you may go fetch a clean stone bowl and fill it with a material of your desire. The Apprentices and I will test it at these scopes and if you pick the right material...ah...you will win a prize. The prize of a grown Journeyman's respect."

He motioned for the Apprentices to sift through the remaining scopes and kidnap all the snakestones there, then picked up the stone from Tanner's station and walked over to Laeth's intruding head. "Have you been oiled recently?" he demanded, then placed the stone on Laeth's nose and scrubbed it a few times between the dragon's nostrils. He walked back over to Tanner, making circles on the surface with his thumbs again. "Damn," he muttered after a time.

The Laeth cleaning stone was wrapped in a cloth and disposed of in a bucket one of the Apprentices brought over. "You," Aikila said to Tanner. "Look through the scope there." He held out a slate and chalk. "Draw what you can see as best you can."

Beneath the scope's magnifying lens, the reedy stalks of fungus were branching and lifting, growing and bifurcating, all at a speed generous enough to resemble movement. What had been white was turning icy and crystalline, almost clear in some places. Yet even beneath the surface layer of fungus there was more, more spongy, node-tipped organism, wriggling to life.

Only parts of the stone had been so activated, but if the view was moved to the edges of the active areas, they were very, very slowly conscripting dormant threads into the mass. This was where the notches on the bowl might come in handy, to track the progression of the activity over the minutes that followed.

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Tanner suppressed a giggle, lifting a hand to her mouth to hide the curve of her lips at the image of Lemmy with feathers stuck to his great blue paw. Tell him I'll help him once I'm done, she told Shimmer, and also, for good measure, gave him several images of wherries and whersports, interwoven with images of the feathers, isolated, to give Lemasyth a head start.

She blinked, surprised, as the journeyman addressed someone she hadn't heard, then called her an ‘inquisitive star'. The weyrbrat felt a warm flutter of pride, and Shimmer puffed up taller, the rubies of his eyes switching out for bold sapphires. Tanner smiled shyly at the image of the silver-haired journeyman bustling about cleaning bowls amongst a gaggle of much shorter children. But she nodded at his offer to show her that the snake stone was indeed alright, as much as a petrified fungus-covered creature could be.

It did, in fact, look much the same as the one in her measuring bowl, when he brought it over. But while Tanner may have been satisfied, Aikila, evidently, was not. Her head tilted to match his as she peered down at it, brow furrowed, wondering what had changed. Until she reached for the ‘stone', at his command, to discover what had the journeyman so bamboozled. "It's…!" Her blonde eyebrows shot up. "Fuzzy…!" Perhaps it was not the most articulate thing to say to a ranking beastcrafter, but it was certainly true. She nodded fiercely at his explanation, and quickly wiggled aside as he elbowed into her scope space. She shifted a bit from foot to foot, trying to keep still and professional but having a difficult time of it amidst all the excitement. This, right now, this was a discovery! Not a pretend one, like she played at all the time, but a real one! And here she was, in the center of it.

She watched Aikila at the scope, consumed with itching curiosity to see what wonders its lenses revealed, but she knew it wasn't really her place. She wasn't even a real crafter yet.

Still, her back straightened to attention when Aikila called for it, and her eyes widened a little at his instructions. So they were supposed to bring a substance, in a bowl-to see if it would make the other snake stones go fuzzy, too? And if it did, they would win his respect.

Tanner hadn't wanted to win something so much since she had won the bargaining for her weasel.

But before she could go dashing off in frantic search of a bowl, Aikila told her-her!-to observe what was happening in the scope. To draw it.

For a second, Tanner just stared at him. She reached over, and gave her arm a small pinch. Then a broad smile spread over her face, and she took the slate and chalk, set it beside the scope, and leaned back toward the eyepiece with an eager "Yes sir!"

A forest of tiny life sprouted into action before her eyes. The little fibers, with their tadpole heads and their grassy stalks, were growing and splitting, spreading vigorous life where there had once been only curled, sleeping fungus. She watched it wake up, fiber by fiber, with pure wonder-but she was not to be merely an observer of this incredible phenomenon. No-she was here to document it. The chalk danced in her fingers, inscribing first the circle that contained her view of the changing snake stone. One stalk, two stalks, three-careful little sweeps, then the nodes, larger dots at each end. The branches, wiggling outward.

It wasn't perfect, but for a ten-turn-old, it really wasn't bad, either. All those candlemarks scribbling specimens in her little field journal had evidently paid off.  She was proud of her work.

Upon reaching the end of her current circle, Tanner wiggled a little in place, then lifted her hand to wave for Aikila again, a bit more boldly. "Um! Can I see another part of the stone? To see if, if it's the same?" A moment of fidgeting, then added slyly, "If I get someone else to bring something, and it's the right thing, can I still win your respect?"

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Laeth's head rose a little on his long gray neck, facets whirling momentarily faster. Oh! Of course, he answered, watching from the tent entrance as Aikila fussed about with one of the stones. Whatever was going on, it seemed it was very exciting. Still, he took the time to brush the mind of each firelizard with warmth and gratitude as they settled onto his back and shoulders, with a special mental nuzzle for poor Spectacles. He wasn't sure what had the purple so upset, but he was certain the purple hadn't really done anything terribly wrong.

Lorn, too, blinked curious eyes at the tent, stretching her spotted neck out to see around Laeth, but after a moment of serious consideration, the orange yawned. She then ignored it entirely, in favor of chirping affectionately to all the flits in her fair, drawing Bubbly in for a preening.

She didn't bat an eye when Aikila approached her living perch, though Laeth's eyes widened slightly as the journeyman walked right up, and…started rubbing a rock on his face. Still, he didn't complain. It appeared to be in the pursuit of knowledge, and Laeth was only too happy to assist where knowledge was concerned. Yes, I believe so, he answered, still polite with just a faint touch of bewilderment. Evidently, the result was not to the journeyman's liking, as Aikila only went marching away again.

The man's instructions, though, had also caught his attention. Well, if it was important for the crafter to have a bowl full of some substance to test, perhaps he could help. Indirectly. He gently prodded the minds of C'sen's largest firelizards-Sentinel, Ember, and Spectacles-translating the instruction to images and impulses. Together, they were to locate a clean stone bowl, fill it with something, and bring it back. The ‘something' in question was left to their discretion.

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He was not on time, but at last, wading through weyrbrats with a scowl on his face, was one of the riders Aikila had initially hoped for. Ar'lan carried a cup of lukewarm klah in one hand (why did he always forget to drink it when it was hot?), and a bowl in the other, into which an assortment of small jars had been tossed. "Um. Hey there. You. No, not you-well okay fine I guess it doesn't matter. You! Is this where they have the new-fangled whatsits for looking at obnoxiously tiny stuff? Yeah, of course it is. Anyway I brought a few samples I'd like to look at." There were no fewer than twenty small jars in his bowl, each containing a dead vtol or the remains of some eggs.

The greenrider blinked as he belatedly noticed the scrambling for…bowls? Of stuff? For testing? He looked down. Then to the table. He grabbed one of the ceramic bowls, poured his jars into it, then dumped his klah into the emptied stone bowl. Wordlessly, he presented it to the apprentice. Never let it be said that Ar'lan made no contributions to science.
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 Posted: Jun 29 2016, 09:40 PM
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He cooed softly to himself, offering Tanner a wordless wave of appreciation and warmth. He should have known that Tanner would have a good answer for him. Settling more comfortably, he curled his tail as much around himself as he could. It was a good day to relax and rest while waiting for Tanner and W'o. Still despite all this resting, Lemasyth could hear the excitement in the tent, and listened that much more closely. Tanner was in there, and he was curious to know if it was good excitement in the tent, excitement that would make the young girl happy.

It might be difficult making out the words of most people, but Aikila's voice had risen above the others to command order in the chaos, and set out directions. He had a very nice voice, at least the blue thought so, oh but wait, he wanted people to go get things... but wasn't Tanner busy. After a pause to the blue reached out to his, to see what his W'o was doing, and was positively gleeful at the answer, making no note of his' surprise at being mentally prodded. Lemasyth was usually quite careful not to interrupt his W'o's time practicing and being instructed by the Weyr's Harper.

~Tanner, our W'o is finished with his playing and singing. ~ Lemmy sounded almost triumphant. ~ I told him that you needed him and it is important. He can get things for you ~ Apparently Lemasyth had forgotten about the feathers clinging to his paw, well not entirely, he still had his paw carefully off the ground, but it was not important, he could feel excitement from the people in the tent and this was so very important to their Tanner, he could tell. Yes, this was most important indeed, and he wanted to help, even if all he could do was get W'o.

Maybe though, he should have been a little more clear on the manner of the important thing. W'o had wasted no time, sprinting through the halls. It was so unlike his dragon to have reached out at such a time, only having done so once before, that a rise of brotherly concern and protection was immediately aroused at the mention of his little sister needing him, and it being important. What by Faranth could she need? Of course, W'o could have asked for details, but he hadn't exactly thought that through. He was only an apprentice Harper after all, he couldn't expect to always use completely sound reasoning in the face of possible calamity.

Though, by the time he'd reached the bowl, sense had started to creep back in. Surely Lemasyth would have said it was something that Tanner actually needed him for at that very second, and if it had been something that had happened to her, the blue would have been distressed. By the time he'd reached the tent, and a grey dragon that seemed to be interested in the going's on, he was completely composed, and squashing the notion that he should waste further time by feeling silly about his earlier overreaction.

He looked for his sister, and whether he spotted her looking into that odd contraption on the table, or she had looked up to see if he was around yet and caught sight of him first, he'd join her, careful to avoid hindering the excitable beatcrafts men and women.

"Lemasyth said you needed... something." His eyes caught sight of her drawing, a brow raising, though it wasn't critical. He knew Tanner's habits in drawing, so he knew that, whatever that was, it must look like something the girl had seen, but what in the name of Faranth could it be?

~Maybe many things~

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Specs felt a bit better from the attention he received from. The purple would still tell him all about it later, but it wasn't so stinging to know the grey had his back. What really improved the matter was being asked to help. The largest trio happily took flight, each one able to claim a bowl on their own, even if they were larger it was only a matter of using as many paws as required to keep the bowl directly beneath them. So now it was a matter of filling the bowls.

The trio split up, each with sharp eyes. What to get. Well these were flitters, so their level of creativity was likely to be quite low indeed. Ember made for a puddle left over from some autumn rain, and splashed about in it a bit, before using her claws to work up some of the mud. Scraping a good portion of the mixture into her bowl, before returning to the tent, flying circles over head and chittering in great disapproval that there was no clear place for her to put it. He mind pressed insistently against at both the apprentices and the journeyman present, while her scolding was issued. Clearly they were the ones that should have had this all organized to her liking so Laeth could tell her where to put the thing.

Meanwhile, Sentinel had silently made his way across the bowl. The Iron wasn't sure what to do with the task given to him, but he would figure it out. The answer to his problem became clear as he spotted the flight of a very young flitter. Disappearing between, he soon arrived where the Weyr slaughtered and butchered it's meat. Today they had been working on wherries, so as the Iron hopped his way under one such wherry, upside down and being drained of its ichor, to nudge his bowl. In the end, it didn't just have some of the green liquid in it, it ended up having a little coated along part of its side and bottom. Good enough, the Iron figured, and he was off once more, flying straight to the tent. Pressing his mind against Laeth's he 'announced' his return, waiting for instruction. One especially good thing happened with his return though. If Lorn herself hadn't gave the uppity red a gentle prod, the King of their fair would do so. Whichever the case, the scolding would stop.

Spectacles took longer, considering his options. He had nothing to go on, except that it was for the two legged. So, it made sense to begin with things that two-leggeds liked, and maybe to remember that this one had been excited about the water. So, something two leggeds liked, that was something like water. He was drawing a blank, but two-leggeds liked food, so that seemed like a good place to start. Appearing around the hustle and bustle of the kitchen, his tongue flicked to sample the scent of all the tasty things. Then he spotted his target. Setting his bowl down on a shelf, he took off once more to land on a man stirring a pot of something that smelled quite good.

Fa'rah was surprised to find a purple firelizard suddenly taking up a shoulder and part of his back. Turning his head he offered the unfamiliar fellow a smile. The request he received was unusual, but he didn't see any reason to deny him. Finding the bowl in question, he gave the hearbeast broth a good stir, before dipping out a small sampling, careful not to catch parts of the carcass, or peelings and ends of vegtables and herb plants that added flavor. Once that was done, he held the bowl up. Specs was pleased, finally a human who knew how to follow simple instruction, trilling his thanks, he took off, circling once to get a good sight on his target, and seized it from that hand. He'd had to be careful navigating with his 'sample', but at least the smart two-legged had understood. He only wanted a quarter of the bowl filled, this gave plenty of room for the liquid to slosh around without ending up everywhere.

It would be really useful if there was a competent two-legged around right about now. With a sniff, circled about, while pestering poor Journeyman Aikila. He showed images of a hand raised, because that's what he needed. He wasn't sure there was enough room for him to be hovering over a table to try to set his tasty sample on. If the man obligued he would soon have a bowl in hand, if not, the purple would take his chances with the table, and hiss at any apprentices that thought to come close and cause more trouble.

Once all samples were put somewhere safe, the trio would resume their places on Laeth. Spectacles, however, would meep a soft apology to Lorn, before requesting permission to be higher than her. He wanted to settle between Laeth's headknobs instead so they could better 'chat' about the goings on in the tent.
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 Posted: Jun 30 2016, 04:03 PM
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Lyorion stood outside the tent for a very long time. He was curious, of course, but he had retreated a bit to his natural shyness now that his mother was so busy with her new wher. He was hardly even allowed to see her yet. It just wasn't fair. And Uncle G'len was too busy most days so that left Lyo stuck with the crecheworkers and other weyrbrats most of the time. It wasn't bad and he could always play with his cousin, he just longed to be doing something more important like the rest of his family. He was almost old enough to apprentice now or Impress a dragon, even if his Uncle did say he had to wait another two turns to be a candidate.

So naturally he'd followed the rest of the group to the strange tent to see what was going on, but he lingered outside at the edge of things for a while. He had Torch and Hero fly above to check things out while he peeked around the others. He wasn't sure he understood what they were doing, but the strange man seemed pretty excited about it. Lyo drew closer, squeezing between a few people's bodies so he could see. He got to the front in time to hear the man ask for materials.

What kind of materials did he want? Lyo wasn't really sure what he meant. And how were they supposed to know it was the right material? Stormy chirped encouragement from his shoulder. Lyo smiled. It was worth a try, wasn't it? He had to admit he was curious what would happen. But what to bring. He frowned, trying to think of something but everything that came to mind didn't seem interesting enough. Besides, it wasn't like he'd brought anything with him.

He thought back to the things in his room, wondering if it was worth going back when he remembered something. His mother had left one of her sewing baskets with him. She'd made him promise not to play with the needles and to be sure not to lose it while she was doing lessons. It was her favorite too, the one Dad had given her before he left. But it wasn't the basket itself he thought of, it was what was inside. "Stormy, could you...?" he asked his fire lizard hopefully. He'd never tried giving them a mission like this before, but he'd seen other people do it. Form a picture and send it to Stormy, he thought. The boy's brow tense with concentration as he tried to picture what he wanted Stormy to do.

After what seemed like forever, Stormy chirped and took off between. A few minutes later, he was back and in his claws was the thing Lyo had wanted. Lyo grinned triumphantly. "Yes!" he cried, a little louder than he meant. He blushed and shrank a little shyly, hoping no one had noticed. "Thanks, Stormy." He took the offered object and put it in a clean bowl for the man to look at.

"What about this?" he asked nervously, holding the bowl to Aikila. Inside was a collection of brightly colored threads of odd lengths and widths.
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 Posted: Jun 30 2016, 09:28 PM
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For all that Cayenne was in charge of the group of firelizards that Ravana still refused to call a fair, the red preferred Steadfast's company to that of Nibble and Lady. It was why she was riding the canine back to the weyrbowl after a solo set of drills that had let hers frustrated, tired and sore enough to want nothing more than a long soak and sleep.

As the canine loped ahead of the dragon rider and the pink flitter that rode Ravana's shoulder, Nibble was drawn by the commotion in the weyr bowl first, the cyan endlessly curious about new things, and whether or not she could eat them. She would zip into the tent with a curious chitter, hovering, wondering if anything in there could be eaten.

She found one of the scopes, landing neatly before it and giving one of the corners of it a testing nibble. Not edible. She chirped sadly then took off again. There was something that was edible in here though! She smelled it! Broth! She flew to Sentinel, creeling before him as he held the bowl of broth.

Her person though, had learned a sixth sense for when her firelizard was causing trouble. Ravana swore and started heading to the tent. Before Nibble could decide the iron firelizard wasn't sharing, Cayenne appeared in the air with an angry hiss, chattering a sharp scold. Startled, Nibble disappeared between, reappearing at Ravana's side. Ravana called her red to her, placating the cyan with a strip of dried meat.

A quiet word with a nearby person peaked the dragonrider's curiosity though and she hmmed a moment and sent the pink for something to try on the apparently no longer stone snakes. The pink was startled by her person's wish for a bowl of soil but she gathered a clean stone bowl from her person's weyr, and scooped some up, coming back to Ravana with a soft chirp. Ravana took the bowl, scratching the flitter's headknobs approvingly. Ravana took the bowl in hand and handed it to beast crafter when one freed up.

That done, she retreated to the edges of the crowd, crouching on the ground with a wince as sore muscles stretched, ordering Steadfast to lie down by her. She knew the canine was less big seeming when she was lying down. Cayenne joined rider and canine, landing lightly on Steadfast's back as Lady and Nibble flew up to meet the other flitters that were perched where they could watch what was going on.
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Lerian was getting mad. The young girl had been patiently waiting her turn in line for a chance to see the amazing new devices that could make little things huge. Or at least as patiently as a seven turn-old could be when faced with something exciting to do, like seeing the mysterious rocks that held the underground glowsnakes in them.

But when she finally got close to her turn to use the microscope, the man running things suddenly decided that four of the instruments were off-limits to everyone but him and his Apprentices. Well, everyone except that one Weyrbrat who not only got to stay at one of the 'scopes, but had the head Journeyman treating her like a real Apprentice and everything when she wasn't anything of the sort! What made her so special, anyway?

But the last time Lerian had thrown a public fit and went after another 'brat for some slight, word somehow got back to her father about her actions, and he was...not pleased by them. At all. Long story short, after getting an angry lecture on her behavior and attitude and getting grounded for, like, forever, she learned her lesson on the limits of her father's indulgence, and tried not to go past them anymore. Didn't always make behaving easier, though, or make her jealousy of the older girl's getting all the adult attention go away.

So Lerian stood at the edge of the table with another Weyrbrat beside her, unwilling to go back to the end of another line and wait forever again to return to the table. Why should she; she already waited in line once, twice was pushing it, buddy! But when the man - someone said he was called Aikila? - asked the crowd to bring him more things to put under the 'scopes, she started thinking about something other than her jealousy. And came up with something that she had that no-one else in the Weyr had (that she knew of, anyway), that the Beastcrafter might like to see. In her mind, it was the perfect object to put under the microscope; that the Crafters might not agree didn't really occur to her.

Finding two ceramic bowels they were unguarded, she grabbed them both and handed one to the little boy with her. "Think of something small that would fit in this bowl, then have your flit bring it to you, then give the bowl to the 'crafters to look at," she told Tarzlo.

The six turn-old boy shyly took it, and thought of something he'd seen yesterday in one of the Lower Cavern workrooms. Turning towards his ever-present bodyguard, Tarzlo imaged to his Bronze the item he wanted, where it was, and asked to be put in his bowl, the way his mother and adult cousin taught him to. The flit, Bonzo, chirped once and took flight, disappearing and reappearing in one of the leathercrafter's workrooms, flying about for a second before spotting the desired object - a small tanned leapie skin, the size of an adult man's two hands - sitting on the indicated table. He swiftly pounced on the white-and-brown furry thing and betweened it and himself back to His, dropping it into the bowl as asked. After pokint at it, Tarzlo gave the bowl to one of the Apprentices, to see if it was acceptable or not.

Meanwhile, Lerian turned to her little fair and gave them their orders to fetch her chosen object. A few minutes later they returned, having flown their package straight from her father's weyr instead of betweening with it. Flying close together so they didn't drop it, the fair of six landed at her feet. The girl picked up up her pet snyt - Jubilee was a naming day gift from her father when she was little - and put it in the bowl (where it fluttered about a bit in confusion before hopping onto the rim to get a look around its new surroundings) and handed it to one of the 'crafters with a big smile. Because really, how often did anyone ever get to see a legendary gleaming golden snyt live, let alone have one for a pet?

When Ylva heard the request for audience members to bring their own things to be possibly examined under the microscopes, she brought out something from her pocket that she'd found at the lakeshore yesterday and hadn't put up yet. It was the abandoned carapace of a little rainbow pillie. Based on the damage done to the little thing - there was a large hole on the side of the thing - she could only figure that the poor thing had somehow become lunch not long after it had hatched. It was still something interesting to look at, though. The teen put the carapace into a bowl and waited for a free Apprentice to look at her treasure and decide if it was worth further examination or not. She was curious about these new machines, and wondered if they could live up to their hype at all.
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"Huh?" Aikila had been surveying the flurry of new activity the nearly crowded the Weyrbrats off their posts. A blank stare greeted Tanner's idolization, but the silver Journeyman's thoughts landed on something besides puzzles as he observed the shine of her eyes. "Oh." He produced a broad smile, just for her. "You already have. But it's an ongoing contract. Do the best you can!"

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"Scope," the Apprentice corrected Ar'lan. "It's not even a long word. If you want to use one of the spares, get in line." She extended a long, dark finger at the snake-like crowd of Weyrbrats hugging up around the non-commandeered stations. Her hand transformed from pointing to plucking the bowl of emptied klah from him, and she pressed a snakestone into the fluid. She stood there staring at him for a minute, then pulled the stone back out with some tongs. After another minute of letting the extraneous coffee-colored liquid dribble free, she set the stone in a measuring bowl and examined it.

She turned back to Ar'lan, brown eyes searching him toe to head a moment before she spoke. Her lips pouted to one side as she did. "You pass. It's alliiiive. And stained black as coal." She flapped both her hands at him. "You can go get in line after you write down the composition of that klah. What was the percent of bark extract used? Come on, bug boy."

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@Sari

The mining Apprentice might have gawped around in bewilderment at the firelizard's mental scowling (he was the one who had knocked everything off the scope table too), but another of the beastcrafters caught on and jogged to match Ember's flight speed, then relieved her of her bowl of mud water. A snakestone was tested, and came out fuzzy and umber, microscopic chunks of mud stuck in its minuscule fungus fibers. A firelizard could not very well be quizzed on its material, so ultimately he wrote down "water, with mud" as the test substance.

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Whenever Sentinel's bowl got into the Apprentices' paws, the wherry ichor was tested too. No reaction.

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Aikila understood a flit signal even faster than the Apprentices, and immediately stuck his hand up to catch Spectacles' bowl. After taking a few seconds to savor the scent, he dipped a stone in, then passed it to Tanner, already smiling. The stone's fungus fibers were moving, stained green by the soup seasoning, but clean of flavorful debris.

"I think I am detecting a common element," he murmured to Tanner as he glanced across the other tests-in-progress.

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@Rowana

Even the younger children were invigorated by the possibility of discovery. Aikila peeked inside Lyorion's bowl, pressed his lips together, then pulled up a stone and poked the tip of it gingerly at the strings. As he held the stone in place, he watched the young boy twitch. People left impressions, just like animals did, he thought. As he removed the stone from the bowl, he turned his back to Lyorion and picked up the first stone he had tested with Tanner. When he turned back, Lyo's stone was behind him on the table, and Tanner's fuzzy stone was in his hand. He held it out for Lyo to feel, and grinned at him.

"You did it!"

He glanced at the third Apprentice, taking notes nearby, and shook his head sharply, then returned to smiling at the boy. "Perhaps you can help him look at it..." Aikila glanced at Tanner, and realized something. "What is your name, Honorary Apprentice?"

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@BadgerStripes

The brown-eyed Apprentice waiting for Ar'lan to make himself useful noticed Ravana's offered bowl.

"Finally, someone who at least resembles an adult!" she sighed. This observation of course ignored her own quite kiddish appearance, complete with a banana yellow bandana tied tideways over her hair. She picked up Ravana's bowl. "I would ask you about where you got this, but I'm sure Aikila will just make his own samples of everything later. This is just a public demonstration."

"Ghina, what did I say?" rose a certain articulate teacher's voice from the other table, and the girl's jaw set.

"Yeah..." she intoned as she held a snakestone against the dirt. But for all her dismissal, the soil was just as unabiding. Nothing happened.

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@Tigersilk

Tarzlo's skin offering went to an Apprentice who pressed a snakestone on it, then blinked at the boy.

"Did you mean to look at this under a scope, like that bug boy?" he asked, adopting Ghina's terminology. "It doesn't look like it's done anything to the stone..." He glanced around at the demonstration's other attendees, then leaned down and whispered. "I guess it's okay if you look at it quick."

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The mining Apprentice was recipient of the golden snyt, and though he knew nothing of beasts he held the little bird's bowl in his hands with nothing but glee on his face.

"Can't put this under a scope unless it's dead, and probably in resin," he explained. "Can't risk it scratching the lens. Aw but it sure is pretty! Hey, Aikila..."

"I'm busy Sannad!"

"Oh...okay..."


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Ylva did not have the same kind of luck as Tarzlo. Ghina saw her shell and waved her off toward the giant line of Weyrbrats, not even a word spared. If she was willing to wait, she would find the strands of rainbow color in the shell nearly disappeared at close range, replaced by a rippling, animated opalescence. Had one of the higher end beastcrafter scopes been available, she might have seen tiny structures on the surface of the shell, like reflecting dishes and prisms, working together to craft the "pigment" human eyes picked out on a base viewing.

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"Thank you!" Aikila called to everyone, whether they had spent their time peeking into scopes or bringing in bowls. "Thank you all, for accommodating this sudden turn of events. I regret to say we have outlasted our time for this session, and as much as it may tempt the Apprentices and I..." He held out his hand to his comrades. The Apprentices were busy packing all the snakestones, active and inactive, into individual wherhide wrappers and from there into a storage trunk. "...we were actually traveling and working since yesterday evening to prepare this presentation for you. I think now we will take our first nap in a while, so that we might be sane for this evening."

He shook out his shiny runnertail, the feather in his blue cap bobbing. "Please do not forget to return in nine hours' time. It is my understanding the crecheminders have given special permission for you to come out under their supervision. We will have spyglasses set up for you to look at the stars! You may even find a few things out about the moons. And at that time I will relay any further developments in our puzzling friends. Thank you once again for coming everyone! See you tonight!"

[ You may continue posting whatever you like here, the nighttime demonstration is available here: A Storm of Four Colors ]
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@Azhdarchid

Hilrat was amazed by the looks of the snakestone though he wasn’t entirely sure what he was looking at, though that wasn’t by any fault of the Apprentice that was among those that were making the presentation and more out of his limited experience outside of the Weyr along with his young age. The Weyrbrat gave a quick ‘thank you’ to the Apprentice that helped in the operation of the scope that he went for during the demonstration before the Apprentice moved on to his father with a red gemstone.

“Hmm… Yes it is surprising how other things in this world can look like completely different things even if it was incredibly small like this gemstone,” said M’rat remembering his own Blue though the colour of the stone usually meant something negative. At least the Miner Apprentice seemed enthusiastic about what she was talking about though the Bluerider felt a little awkward about colour of the gem that he had chosen in the moment. The two were interrupted though the Journeyman that was leading the presentation decided that he needed to commandeer four of the scopes for his own purposes.

It didn’t take him long to decide on something to try, grabbing a fresh stone bowl before calling on his own firelizard more specifically Morrier giving his eldest firelizard an image of a leaf from one of the many trees of his native Southern Continent citing the winds plaguing Western at the time. The Bronze came back as fast as to be expected with the task that he had been given the leaf dropping into his hand before the Bronze disappeared between again. “Is this a good to use?” asked M’rat not entirely sure what would be appropriate for these purposes considering the new item they were presenting.


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