R'ana steps into the workrooms from the entry hall beyond.

Lyllya steps into the workrooms from the entry hall beyond.

Lyllya gives a nod toward Merdan, a relieved smile touching the courners of her mouth. "Hello Merdan," is piped as the journeyman finds the book of leather samples. "I brought it in here to use as a visual on the last set of leathers I made," she explains, laying the rather heavy object on a nearby table and opening the cover. "What colors were you interested in having for you leathers?"

R'ana peers around, squinting as though she's got blurry vision. "Well, it's nice in here, isn't it?" Don't answer that. She's just trying to sound cheery. "Let's see... I'm looking for two complimentary colors... preferably ones that look good with brown." Seeing as her dragon is colored such. "Then again, just about everything goes with Buedath's hide..." she bites her lip. "I'm not sure. What do you suggest?" R'ana gives a smile and a friendly nod to Merdan.

Merdan turns at the soft footfalls of others and smiles, his face now a patchwork of greens, reds and browns. "Lyllya." he intones and nods, then silently nodding to the rider. He turns back to the workbench and continues to examine the patches of cloth he has in front of him, checking for something, the colors so close in hue to each other most would not see any difference.

Lyllya tilts her head in thought for a moment before looking back at R'ana, nearly looking her directly in the eye.. nearly. "That would be a hard call. How would you describe your lifemate's hide?" Brown comes in lots of .. browns. "Perhaps a rich Sienna and a few fall oranges? Nothing loud or bright." Or freshly dyed.

Merdan turns and peers at the rider, then at Lyllya asking, "Mind a suggestion?" and then he goes on without waiting for a reply "I think a nice dark green and that sunflower yellow would be quite striking in the contrast, and both would go quite amicably with brown." He smiles as he looks at Lyllya and waits for a response.

R'ana considers her options. "I have always loved green, but then again, I'm partial to blue, as well... and I don't look that lovely in yellow or orange," she snickers to herself, "I would have made a horrible goldrider..." The brownrider cracks up at this, but her comical taste isn't really, well, standard to society, we'll say. "But I'm really worried about the leathers matching Buedath and all. I want to look my /best/... and I'd better ask his opinion as well... I didn't on this set," she motions to herself, "And it took him a few sevendays to get over it."

Lyllya nods. "Well, I suppose we could let him see the samples. I'm sure that no one would mind.." And if they do.. well, she'll deal with that later. Merdan is given a glance, as if to ask if this would be at all appropriate. Never mind that she's already offered. "As for cut.. would you like something form fitting? Or, would you rather have his opinion on that as well?" Confusion settles in the weaver's eyes. She's just never had to ask, really.

Merdan turns back to his workbench, apparently satisfied that the discussion is going well. He holds up first one patch of cloth, then another, and eventually re-orders them to his satisfaction, numbering them on completion. Standing up he raises his arms above his head and looks at the other piles of colored cloth scraps, frowning. He sits back down facing the rider and his fellow weaver and settles in to listen to their discourse, smiling faintly.

R'ana smiles at Merdan, "Green with yellow, you said? I think we should run everything by Buedath. He's sleeping now, and I don't think I can wake him up unless I kick him a few times. He's getting worse about all that." She considers fit for a moment before addressing it, finally piping up with, "I think form-fitting would be best. I'm not the thinnest I've ever been, but by Faranth, I'm not chunky yet." She motions to the two Weavers, "It's not hard to move everything out there, is it? He can't fit in here," obviously, "So I'm afraid we'll have to move out there."

Lyllya shakes her head. "Not at all.. just a matter of a few things.." Merdan is glanced at once again. "Care to help? I'll just need the other sample book, the one with the different sheens of leather.." The heavy one. "And I'll bring this one and my sketch book.. that should be all we really need." Maybe. This is a first for this weaver. Again, Merdan is given a look. "Can you think of anything else?"

Merdan nods and stands up "Not at all. Just pile things up in my arms and I can bring it out. Perhaps you might want to bring out a stool or something else to set things on as you show them to, ah, Bu, er, the dragon." Ok, so he wasn't paying /that/ close attention. Walking over to Lyllya, he tips his head "Ah, not really. If you have samples large enough for a dragon to look at. My samples are all to small for that, though a bolt would be good enough in size." He waits for her to select the items and hand them to him, and adds, "If we need help we can always get an apprentice or two to bring things out for you."

R'ana cheerfully beams and almost hops in her excitement. New leathers, here she comes! "Oh, he can see things as tiny as you or I can. It'll be no trouble. You just have to get it close enough to him." R'ana smiles a cheery smile, and opens the door... "And only bring the ones you think would match each other the best... I don't want you folks to have to carry /too/ much now..." Oh, she's being so gracious about not doing any work, too.

Lyllya nods and picks up her own load, motioning for Merdan to follow without really appearing to order. "Ready when you are." She thinks. Maybe. "Oh, I think these samples are large enough." A nod goes back to her fellow weaver. "And we can just send for apprentices, you're right." Just don't expect them to listen.

Merdan nods and moves silently behind Lyllya, "Yes, I think some of them are probably not that busy, since I had them scrubbing the vats earlier today, and then sent them off to wash up without telling them what to do next." He blinks and then grins suddenly, almost facetiously.

R'ana has left.

Lyllya has left.

Workrooms

The largest room in the Hall, this room is where the main work of the CraftHall is done. One door on the outside wall of the room leads to the large dying vats where generations of weavers have mixed the secret dyes that the Hall is loathe to share with others. Another door on the same wall leads into the storage area. Looms of varying sizes are arranged throughout the room, ranging from the huge tapestries looms to the delicate sisal looms. Spinning wheels encircle the looms as thread from the various sources available are spun into the spools required by the various looms. Cutting and sewing tables line another wall, each surrounded by numerous glowbaskets for illumination.

You see Thread-spinning Techniques, Miscellaneous Fabrics Manual, Clothing Styles Manual, and Fabric Conservation Techniques here.

Obvious exits:

Vat Room Entry Hall

Entry Hall

A wide, expansive hall runs the length of the CraftHall. Doors lead to the various showrooms and workrooms of the Weavers while a staircase is carved from the granite stone of the mountain itself. The landing at the top of the staircase leads to the living quarters of the Masters and Journeyman and then curves to allow access to the Apprentice Dormitories. Not only is this the Entry Hall for the Weaver Hall but it is also a showcase of tapestries worked by the members who have moved in and out of the craft over the many years the Hall has been open. Masterpieces of weaving cover the stone walls, not just used for warmth, but to add beauty and color to the starkness of the mountain. Bright almost explosive color cover the walls, telling the history of Pern, the many stories coming to life through the labors of the weavers.

You see Stitchen, Matteo, Hamlett, and Aldonza here.

R'ana and Lyllya are here.

Obvious exits:

Courtyard Showroom Stairs Workrooms Offices

R'ana opens the outer doors and wanders outside.

Lyllya opens the outer doors and wanders outside.

You open the outer doors and wander into the Courtyard.

Weaver Hall Courtyard

Nestled between Xanadu Hold and Xanadu Weyr, the Weavercraft Hall complex resides. The courtyard is just off of the main one, with newly inset flag stones and a carefully nurtured and maintained flower garden that always seems to be in perpetual bloom with a variety of flowers each particular to a season. Several stone benches are positioned under some of the larger trees, oft times filled with apprentices and journeymen who choose to do their handiwork outside of the Hall. A pair of carved doors lead into the main Entry Hall, over which a large banner of white with a lavender bolt of cloth emblazoned into its center that flutters with the breeze, drawing the eyes to its shimmering surface.

As the days continue to get warmer with the approach of the southern summer, the smell of the heavily scented flowers and early fruits combine to leave the air almost cloyingly thick with sweetness.

You see Icefire, Weaver Tent, and Buedath here.

R'ana and Lyllya are here.

Obvious exits:

Entry Hall Central Courtyard Covered Walkway (To Hold) Paths

The doors close softly behind you.

Lyllya looks up at the brown, gazing at each shift of hue upon hide. "Lovely," is murmured as she sits both books aside and opens the sampling of various dyed squares of leather. "I'll turn the pages.. just tell me when?" Merdan is given a back glance before R'ana is given her attention once again. "Or would you rather do it?"

Merdan takes a deep breath and looks about "I should bring my work outside today. Sunlight is much preferable to glows when sorting dye hue patches." Glancing at Lyllya he says "Huh?" And then realizes what she said "No, I will just hold them for you, and you take them when you need." He smiles up at the brown, and looks at R'ana "Going to kick him?" He asks, a lilt of laughter in his voice and a glint of tease in his eye.

R'ana swaggers towards her slumbering oaf of a dragon. "Wake up, Wherry-Bones! Time to do a little shopping, love!" She's so cheerful. The brown doesn't move until a swift, blunt kick to his forearm is delivered by the side of R'ana's boot. She delivers orders mentally, it seems, for the brown quickly shuffles to a higher position to glance down at the trio. Okay. Whatever. "See? Isn't this fun? Go ahead, and ahm, sketch away, I suppose. He's watching... oh, wait..." the brown's eyelids start to close sleepily, and R'ana delivers another tap. "Stay awake! It's time you stop complaining about what I wear and take a hand in all this." Balled fists are placed upon her curvy hips. Nope. She's not kiddin' around.

Lyllya winces at the severity of R'ana's words but nods, sketching away after placing the book of samples off to the side. A rather form fitting affair is quickly drawn, a vine and leaf pattern sketched in for detail. "The detail work can be changed, of course, to whatever you like. This is just an example," is explained somewhat uncomfortably. Hey, she's never had to work out a commission for a dragon's approval before. R'ana is given another glance. "Will you want leather tooled to match for his straps?" Oh, yes, she's a glutton for workload.

Merdan chuckles softly at the mighty R'ana, bossing the giant dragon about, and then lifts on the balls of his toes to get a glimpse of the outfit "Yes, quite nice. Quite nice indeed. Perhaps we should think of what colors would be best for an outfit of that style. Something subtle, but with enough contrast to please the eye." He then turns to look at the dragon, curious if it will respond in some way.

Buedath leans over close, turning his head to the side to look at what the Weavers have. Tail flicks right. He glances towards his lifemate and shuffles his position again. R'ana pipes up, "No, he doesn't like the tooled leather. It's just something I make him do..." She likes her dragon pretty, of course. "But he does like the leaves... although he says that he doesn't like plain lines... so if there were vines, he'd want there to be lots of leaves on them." The brown himself merely snorts and looks back to the designs.

Lyllya nods and sketches in a few more leaves, giving more detail to the sketch with a quick hand. "If you want flowers, I can do those as well," she offers, finishing the fix-up before turning the sketch book back around for view. "Or anything else."

Merdan walks a bit closer, so he can get a better look at the sketchbook. "I change my mind, I think a dark burnished red and perhaps that very dark green we made up a few sevendays ago would be better. Especially with the dragon colors, and it would look quite sharp on the rider also." He glances at R'ana, suddenly realizing he doesn't remember her name either.

R'ana reaches up to scratch Buedath's eyeridges even as he cranes his neck down to have them scratched. The dragon takes a close look at both Weavers, pauses, and snorts. "The rider" gives the lazy-bones a /look/... "Oh, alright. I'll ask..." She clears her throat, "He wants to know if you could make..." she pauses, trying to figure out a way to say it without choking, "... yellow shipfish on bright green leathers."

Lyllya quickly covers a look of suprise. "Oh. I suppose I could.. There are certain yellows that look very good with green." To some. A thoughtfull look settles upon her face for a moment before she takes up the sample book. "Now.. let me see...." Leather pages are turned for a moment before the book is turned toward both dragon and rider. "That antiqued goldenrod goes with the bright green of the last batch of leather to be dyed." Merdan is given a nod. "Oh, yes, that would look nice too."

Shoshana slips out from the hall.

Shoshana makes her way to the central Courtyard.

Merdan looks at Lyllya and says "Go ahead, point out the colors on my face to the dragon. I don't mind. Those two should be on there somewhere, because of all the test patches I have been making to test the colorfastness of the new dyes." He sighs with resignation at his own suggestion.

Buedath huffs. Ah-ha. Good. He'll take them, then. "What?? You didn't tell me that," the rider (wide-eyed, open-mouthed) exclaims into the side of her dragon's head. "Oh, well. Ahm, Merdan, Lyllya, he says he'd like you both to work on that right away." R'ana gulps. "At Xanadu. Weyr." Gulp again. Bad dragon. Bad, bad dragon.

Lyllya blinks. "He would like to supervise the work?" Yes. She is just that clueless. "I suppose.. I could leave word with the masters." Merdan is glanced at for confirmation on this.. because no one has informed her that she is no longer an apprentice.

Merdan looks at R'ana, blank faced, until he hears what Lyllya has to say "Oh, right, I think that would be best, but why do you need both of us to make the leathers?" Ah, clueless as ever, the weaver-dye tester looks from rider to his fellow weaver, with a few blinks and then a twist to his eyebrows and a knitting of his brows together finally. "Not that I don't think it would be a nice change of pace, mind you." Right, "Like that trip to Fort Weyr, a couple of turns ago." Sure...

R'ana nods hesitantly, "Ahm, something like that. Buedath would like you both to... well, Stand at Xanadu Weyr's upcoming clutch. As Candidates. Who could Impress. But the leathers are a must until that day comes." In R'ana's mind, the leathers come first. Buedath leans up and backwards to sit on his haunches, towering over the rider and Weavers. Yup. He done good. Yupyupyup.

Lyllya casts a glance back at Merdan, her expression a rather shocked one. "Stand? Oh my.. if my father heard.. he'd be... my mother would.. well... they'd both be simply furious.." A quick, uncharacteristic look of pure mischief settles upon the weaver as she turns back to R'ana. "I'd be honored." And her parents are going to die of shock. "Besides... you need the leathers." There, vengeance and practicality all in one move.

Merdan stands, blank faced, and blinking, a bit more than normal. "Ah, I think we had better select the leather we are going to be working with then. Otherwise we will have to send for it." Blink, blink, and turns to Lyllya "What? Oh, right, um. We had better find craftmaster Needlin and let him know." turning back to look at R'ana and then Budeath he says "He really wants me to stand? I mean you do? I mean, me? Really?" Ok, enough cluelessness. "Why don't you go ahead select the leathers, and I will see if I can find him, to let him know. I suppose we should bring some clothes, and our sewing kits with us." Blink, blink, did he breathe yet?

R'ana peers up at the dragon, facing him. "And no, Buedath, I will not wear lime green." She turns to the Weavers, "However, I'd like to go with the dark green and a nice, deep, blood-red... close-cut. And I don't think designs will be needed, really... just ahm... perhaps the red as a sash or the trim?"

Lyllya nods. "I'll make a better sketch of a few designs later, so that you can go over them and pick the one you like. I'll make as many adjustments as needed." The books are taken up once again and settled in her arms. "Perhaps even a red lining to go over the wool that is usually on the inside... and it would show nicely at the collar and cuffs. It'll be less itchy then, even if young ovine wool is softer." Ok. She's shutting up now. Merdan is given a nod and the books taken back in. "You're going to give him the news, then?" Because Nedlen is just.. scary.

Merdan nods "That I will, and then we can pack up and leave. I suspect we can be ready in an hour or so." Right, maybe he can, by packing light and only bringing the most necessary of his things. He looks at R'ana "With your permission rider?" letting her dismiss him, an implicit acceptance of the offer of candidacy.

R'ana nods, "Of course you have to tell your CraftMaster, and I've had Buedath notify the Weyr for you." She peers over at Merdan, "You should go in and get only the bare essentials now, we're so close you can pop by real quick between chore-er... meals. You've got... five minutes." She smiles at them both. Essentials: A change of clothes and your toiletries, in essence. And R'ana's counting those five minutes, too. No way they'll get their hour. She's on a time-frame, you know.

Lyllya blinks at Merdan. "An hour? I'm going to bring two changes and maybe something nice.. like.." A nod is given R'ana as she hurries into the hall, returning with a bundle of belongings. "I made sure that I have my sewing kit and sketchbook. I've arranged to have the leather sent to the weyr in the colors you asked for.. it will only take a day or so." Hopefully. A moment is taken to look around. Is this happening?

Merdan disappears into the hall, returning a while after Lyllya, and carrying a rolled up bundle with a strap passed through it and another wrapped in serpentine twist from one end to the other. "We have been relased from the hall, and will have a confirmation letter sent after the craftmaster has a chance to write something up." He glances at Lyllya and clears his throat, as if he has something to say.

R'ana smiles with a glint in her eye, "Since we're so close to the Weyr, I figure we'd better walk. Buedath's about ready to go back to our nook for a nap, so I'll just show you both to your quarters inside the Weyr propper." R'ana takes off, not really waiting for anyone. She's a woman with a mission now, you know. Buedath unfurls his wings and stretches. Time to go for a /longer/ nap. Oooh. With a leap, swirl of dust, and a brassy trumpet to the clouds, he's off. The brownrider sighs. "Showoff."

Lyllya frowns. "Wasn't at all pleased, was he?" Which is why it was good to have Merdan go. She'd have given in on the spot. The brown's take off is watched before her feet move quickly to keep up, or slightly behind, the exiting rider.

Merdan turns and quickly whispers "Right, I had to interrupt him to get his attention, and that was just the start of it. When he started to explain what I was going to have to do because I was leaving, I said that I had to leave /now/. That got a hmph, and he said he would write a letter to the weyr about the matter. He dismissed me, and you, of course." Then follows R'ana at a brisk pace.

R'ana makes her way to the central Courtyard.

Lyllya makes her way to the central Courtyard.

You make your way to the central Courtyard.

Great Courtyard of Xanadu

Heart of the area, this point of ancient paving is the same distance to Hold and Weyr. Lying low and comfortable to the ground can be seen the sparkling Hold. And to the other side, rising majestically along the cliffs of the mountainside cliffs is Xanadu Weyr. On the third leg of the triangle, the shimmering surface of the Caspian Lake reflects the light of sun, or moons, or stars in resplendant rainbows.

As the days continue to get warmer with the approach of the southern summer, the smell of the heavily scented flowers and early fruits combine to leave the air almost cloyingly thick with sweetness.

R'ana and Lyllya are here.

Obvious exits:

Weyr Hold WeaverHall Lake Stairs HerderHall

You stride from the Weaverhall's courtyard.

R'ana heads over towards the Weyr.

Lyllya heads over towards the Weyr.

You head over towards the Weyr.

The Great Courtyard (Weyrside)

The gigantic courtyard resembles more a marble paved field for it's immense coverage of the entire area from the Weyr doors to the entrance of the Hold far down to the east. Swept smooth by wind and weather, the dark grey stones are interlocked with ancient masterful skill dating back to the first settlements. To the southeast of the weyr lies the entrance to the stables.

To the northeast, the courtyard leads off to an enclosed orchard, the breeze Lake Caspian carrying the aromas of the rich growing plants by the Weyr entranceway as it billows through the canyon like region. Towards the southeast is the lake itself with a wide expanse of stone steps leading straight down into the waters themselves. The bottom most are entirely submerged at high tide, washing up interesting things onto them every so often.

As the days continue to get warmer with the approach of the southern summer, the smell of the heavily scented flowers and early fruits combine to leave the air almost cloyingly thick with sweetness.

You see Dancing Pavillion, Tabby, Saarick, Mischief, Morianth, Audath, Cresnath, Narciss, Zivath, and Miracle Maxie here.

Lyllya is here.

Obvious exits:

Main Doors Beach Central Courtyard Stable Fly Landing Field Road to Herder Hall

You head over from the center of the Courtyard.

You pass between the heavy metal doors.

Entry Hall

This small hall is merely a entry way to other sections of the building, towards the north are the wide doors to the emergency entrance to the infirmary, to the south is the arched portal to one of the many corridors. Due west leads through the ornate panels of the Great Hall, facing opposite the easterly main entrance through the massive metal doors dating back to the original settlement. The cool stone floors of smooth black and grey moss granite are well swept, though the center walkways are carpeted with richly woven rugs. Tall windows overlooking the hall at dragonheight lets in ocean scented breezes, the precious metal shutters on each side guard against storms and other elements. A rack of hooks and hangers next to the entranceway allows for visitors and riders to leave jackets for the relief of the outside heat.

R'ana is here.

Obvious exits:

Great Hall Main Doors Infirmary South Corridor

You arrive in the cool, shadowed Entry Hall.

Lyllya enters from the courtyard through the great main doors.

R'ana walks to the south corridor.

Lyllya walks to the south corridor.

You head toward the south corridor.

South Corridor

A long hallway with exits and rooms leading off of it, stretching for almost the entire length of the weyr. The ceilings have pipes running along it's length and peircing the walls and ceiling to feed rooms and the upper floors.

R'ana and Lyllya are here.

Obvious exits:

Great Hall Central Hallway Entry Hall Dry Storage Room Guest Rooms Candidate Barracks

R'ana motions about the room, hands fluttering every which way. "Alas. Home, sweet home. You've got your own cots and all... It's really very comfy. I remember when I was but a Candidate..." Isn't it sickening?

R'ana pushes past the door curtain and enters the candidate barracks.

Lyllya pushes past the door curtain and enters the candidate barracks.

You push past the door curtain and enter the candidate barracks.

Candidate's Barracks

The dome-shaped ceiling presents a vibrant mural of Weyrlife with beautiful scenes depicting hatchings, wing practice, weyrlings and daily routines of the residents. Dark oak bunks pile three high across two walls with built-in cubicles with the cots for the candidate's items. Veins of rose quartz mingle with pearly white and trapped green beryl to form a flawless floor. Several light pine fold-tables and benches squeeze in a corner to offer workspace, temporary classroom and leisurely spot to chat over klah in the rare moments of free time. The small hearth provides for some light along with the hanging quartz baskets for glows. A lingering scent of sweetsand, oil, klah and sweat merge to the familiar candidate smell.

You see Apollo and Asherah here.

Lyllya is here.

Obvious exits:

South Corridor