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This is where everyone in the entire Hold lives and sleeps. If you wish an audience with the Lord or Lady Holder, they have an office adjoining their rooms. Each person has their own room.
Back to Benden Hold
  • :Note: -- Blue Flit & Lya, 16:44:54 02/21/02 Thu
    A blue flit flies in, perching on the windowsil besides the green he loks about the room, cheeping softly he takes flight once more swooping through the doorway looking for the Lady he had been sent to find, the green following.

    Dear Lady Hallie-Skie,

    Thank you for your prompt reply, I will request transferance from Benden Weyr, I have a neice there who will be willing to help if she can. I would send them by land but I think it would be best for them to be able to settle somewhere new quickly, without having days of apprehension worried about where they will end up.

    It would be wise however I think if you were aware of a bit about the children. Hollis & Camigwen [who is known as Jeni by most] are twin girls of 12 turns, Jeni has taken her mother and fathers death hard I believe, she has wept, yet she seems also to have decided not to let it ruin her life and appears to have taken charge. I am not to worried about her in all honesty, she has a sensible head on her shoulders. Marki is the third child, he's 9 turns old, I don't think he really understands what has happened yet he knows something is wrong. He was always close to Jeni however so I think he too will settle quite quickly.
    Hollis I fear however is a different matter, she has not spoken once she heard the news, she has shown no sorrow as of yet, I fear she has taken this especially hard.

    I will send the children as soon as I can,
    Headwoman Hineri.

    Waiting for the note to be removed the blue chirups loudly, and hearing the request the green blinks between heading back to Crom hold.

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  • ~Flutters in~ -- Green Firelizard [Name = unimportant], 19:32:41 02/20/02 Wed
    A green Flit bursts from between, swooping through an open window she cheeps loudly, searching the halls for any signs of life.

    Seing the lord & Lady she swoops through the doorway, landing upon the windowsil of the room she cheeps loudly extending her leg which has a note attatched to it...

    ~~~~

    Lord Kallendel & Lady Hallie-Skye,

    I regret to inform you of the passing of Lord Hinla & lady Jesabla of crom. Sadly they were found without life a short while ago. Leaving thier three children without Parents. Although there are many in the hold that are prepared to look after the three temporarily none are willing to adopt them permenantly having to leave the hold now that it is without a Lord Holder.
    The Lord Hinla spoke of the Lady Hallie-Skye as a respectable lady and the Lord Kallendel was also spoken of highly by Lord Hinli. For this reason it is to you that we leave the decision as to what should be done with the three children. Twin girls of 12 turns and a son of 9 turns.

    I await your responce,
    Headwoman Hineri.

    ~~~~~

    The green waits until the not is removed from her leg then remains, waiting patiently for the responding note.

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    ooc. that was the best way around the situation that i could think of right now. (NT) -- ooc., 19:33:53 02/20/02 Wed
  • New Lady of the Hold... -- Kallendel {Sheridan}, Hallie-Skye, Nevant {Nyisto}, Dellic {Risody, Revlin, Xahle}, Seldon {Jez, Blizzard}, Ansel {Videl}, 16:21:09 02/20/02 Wed
    Hallie-Skye stepped into area quietly, feeling as if the Hold had welcomed her. It had been a long time since a Lady graced Benden, but now she no longer had to wait. Her Lord had found his partner at last. Hallie placed a hand on the wood work of a door frame and called out.
    "Hello? M'Lord Kallendel?"
    Her grey eyes brightened as she heard a noise come from the other side of the door. When it opened, the light faded, but quickly returned. Ansel and Seldon looked up at her in wonder, then ran over and hugged her. Hallie smiled and placed a hand on each of their heads, looking around for Dellic and Nevant. The former came first, soon followed by the latter. Dellic smiled and bowed, glaring at Nevant until he did the same. After paying his formalities, Nevant sighed and walked back into the room. Hallie waited until he alerted his father. As the Lord stepped out, Hallie-Skye smiled and untangled herself from Ansel and Seldon. The two adults greeted each other in the middle and left for the Kitchens to discuss important buisiness. Nevant watched them leave, something of disgust in his eyes. Seldon and Ansel started after the couple, but Dellic held them back and steered them into the room. With one final glance, Nevant turned and followed.

    {*cough* the conversation between Kallendel and Hallie-Skye is personal, but basically, he proposes and she accepts. Now Lady Hallie-Skye, Benden has a Lord and Lady.}

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  • The Bronze Flit Frodo swerves in and lands on a window ledge. -- Frodo ::Owned by Arwen::, 16:28:27 02/11/02 Mon
    He chirps and flashes into all near Firelizards, humans, and of course Dragon's mind a picture of Arwen who's stay here had been short. He creeled and sent a picture of Kain, calling her. He has a note to give her from Arwen:

    Kain,
    I hope the skies are bright for you! As of now I am upon the Hatching Sands of Fort Weyr awaiting a hopeful Impression. Cross your fingers! If I Impress I shall come to Benden Hold to show you my lifemate, but if not Benden Hold shall remain my home until the next Hatching.
    Sunny skies to you,
    Arwen

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  • ... -- Gnome, 11:06:44 01/20/02 Sun
    The bronze flitter looks at his rider and her dragon with quickly saddening eyes, turning navy blue tinged with gray. He gives her a meek creel, and flies out to the Beach...

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  • ::sigh:: -- Arwen, 21:26:03 01/17/02 Thu
    Arwen walked through the Hold, and found an unoccupied neat little room. So far she had been welcomed by Ansel. She smiled at the thought of the little girl with so much energy. With a sigh she sat on the edge of the bed, leaving the door open. She opened the backpack and took from it a necklace with something sparkling gold within it. The necklace was made of silver shaped to form a Dragon's claw over a glass orb. Inside was a Dragon's scale, given to her by her savior, a queen of a distant Weyr. She pushed back her mahogany and blue streaked hair and latched the chaur of the orb around her neck. She sighed deeply, and stood walking to the window. With her arms on the sill she looked out. She looked forward to meeting others, but so far was still a loner, exceot for Frodo...Frodo lay curled in her backpack, the skinny little Bronze snoozing away the evening, making tiny humming noises deep within his throat. Arwen watched his back rise and fall, leaning against the wall, just waiting, wondering if a Dragon Hatching would happen soon..

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  • The newest hopeful canidate for a Dragon enters>> -- Arwen, 20:47:51 01/12/02 Sat
    She stood awkwardly, hard grey eyes looking around, slightly uneasy. She would feel better when she was among the Dragons, the wonderful chreatures whom helped her so. As she thought her past welled inside her head..

    Arwen lay crying, she was young about six turns and was alone among the pastures where untamed Runners grazed. She remembered being dropped and a beautiful woman whom must be her mother touch her forehead with a pale palm Baby Arwen, take care, may the Dragons bless your young soul. and then Arwen was left a wisp of her mother's memory remaining, like the thread of a fast moving kite, moving out of your reach and into the clouds becoming forgotten in the mists of the azure sky. She looked to the Runners with startled grey eyes, her now hiccuping cries subsiding to whimpers. She yeared for the protection she felt with her mother, and the wild firelizards of the Beach near the hall she used to dwell in, but the hall was lost to her, she forgot the name, forgot all but now..
    Arwen knelt in the emerald grass, and slowly drew a dragon with a forefinger, and rubbing a finger over it, caressing the sand as if it where her own dragon. She stood and smiled brightly at it, then moved toward the Runnerbeasts hoping beyond hope, and this sounded right in her six year old mind, to ask one for a ride to her mom. Ears pricked as she walked toward them saying Runners, runners run in my dreams..take me away.. It was a song she was sung so many times before, and it rushed through her mind.
    The Runners' bolted, manes and tails like banners of mockery, teasing the child.
    Then a shadow fell over her, she hadnt scared them...a larger chreature had..cloudy orbs tuned to the skies and a rare sight met a beaten heart. A group of feral dragons, flying as one. Arwen waved yelling Save me! when a greens head turned toward her, and it swooped followed by a deep bronze, and a gold. Arwen huddled in the jade grass, looking up at the slowly landing giants, wanting to run to them but scared. The gold stepped from the others and bent her head. She was not feral as Arwens mind had thought she belonged to a Weyrholder, but Arwen never heard the name, and she told the trembling child to come to her. Arwen trudged to the glinting gold and touched bright scales with a forefinger. A wing closed around her, and Arwen slumped...falling asleep...
    Arwen awoke with an incredible start, and saw a Nurse standing over her wiping her forehead with a soft white cloth. Arwen trembled, and the Nurse smiled, "You'll be fine little girl, you'll be fine."
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    Arwen was fifteen and sat on a stool next to an old grizzled Harper playing a flute, a tune of the Runnerbeast song. The Harper tapped his toe to the rhythm and when she finished he clapped his hands, "Bravo Arwen, nice job you'd make a fine Harper someday."
    Arwen shook her head twisting her blue streaked mahogany hair between her fingers, "No, I wanna be a Rider."
    The man laughed heartily, "A Rider, Arwen? You'll give up your talents for a Dragon?"
    "Of course Harper, I will because they are me."
    "Don't be silly your no a Dragon."
    Arwen twiddled the flute between her fingers, "Sure, but I'm a good r-."
    She stopped abrupty. She almost told her secret. About slipping out in the night. About slipping onto the Gold's neck ridges in the night. About the thrill of flight, and how the Gold had promised not to tell...
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    Arwen slipped outside again, and slipped into the ajoining Weyr where the Gold rested. She greeted the brilliant chreature with a pat, "Can I ride today?"
    The Gold answered by stretching and lowering her forelegs so Arwen could slip on. The flight was exhilerating, and neither Gold nor Arwen knew it would end bad..
    As the two came in for a landing, a miscaculation caused the Gold to tear her soft leathery wing on a almost invisible tree branch. She screamed in pain and threw herself backward creeling. Arwen lost her grip and fell slamming into the ground...The world going red..then black...
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    Arwen awoke with pain through her entire form. She sat up to find herself in the hospital room. She clenched her teeth trying to ignore the pain, mostly the pain in her wrist. She looked down to see a now blood drenched bandage around her wrist and several smaller oens around a gash in her neck, and a bandaid over a cheek. She slid out of the bed and cringed with pain, feeling her leg burn with pain.
    She trudged out of the room, and was suddenly grabbed roughly by the shoulder. The Weyr holder stood anger clouding his face, his bronzes creelings outside showing his full anger. He shook her, "You fool!"
    Awen felt hot tears in her stormy eyes, and she started to sob.
    He roughly brushed the tears from her eyes, "You almost killed her you brat! She could have died!"
    Arwen was led miserably to the Weyr wher the Gold lay, her Rider bandaging her wing. A Healer rubbed salve over the deep welts that covered her now pale hide.
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    That night Arwen stole away running. She lived for eight years moving through diffrent Weyrs, acting as a server for the Riders, watching the Dragons in her spare time. Never setting her heart on loving one as she loved that Gold.

    Arwen shook her head, that was the past, this was the present, and she knew her purpose was the become a Rider. As she turns to look out the window you see a gold flute in her pocket..

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  • (*coughs* Oh my...) -- L. Kallendel & crew, 15:51:34 01/11/02 Fri
    (Don'tcha just hate it when you forget about one of your chars?)

    -Lord Kallendel strode back into his Hold after one very long vacation, followed by Ansel. She was, as usual, looking around the Hold.-
    "Oh wow! It's changed so much, papa! And look! There's people in our Hold. I sure hope leaving Nevant in charge wasn't a mistake."
    -At her father's dour look, Ansel quieted down. Kallendel signaled for her to stay behind as he walked into his office.-
    "I hope so, too, Ansel."
    -He murmued to her right before he entered. He stopped at the sight. Various papers were strewn about the room, a cask of fine wine overturned. Kallendel took in the mess without a word, his anger rising slowly. Able to contai it no longer, he strode over to the chair and spun it around.-
    "Nevant!"
    -The boy sat up quickly, trying to mask his stupor.-
    "Yes, father?"
    -He slurred meekly. Kallendel frowned, looking to the cask, then at Nevant. The boy winced, knowing the speech that would come next. He was right.-
    "Nevant, I can't believe you would do this. Not only are you now the heir to Benden, but you have left it in shambles. I left you in charge of this Hold and what have you done with it? You've treated it like it was some kind of game."
    "But isn't it just a game, father?"
    -Nevant wondered aloud. Kallendel payed no attention to his question.-
    "I have half a mind to make sure you don't become Holder one day. One more slip up and you're out, understand me?"
    -Nevant nodded quietly, not wanting to upset the Lord.-
    "Good, now for your first job. Clean up this office by the time I return, understand?"
    -Nevant nodded and got to work. Kallendel sighed and shook his head, walking out of his office and closing the door quietly. He heard a squeak of dismay. Ansel smiled charmingly as she picked herself up off the floor. The Lord only smiled fondly, turning to his long-abandoned Hold.-
    "Well, it looks like I'm back in business."

    (That's a hint for all you people to come talk to him, tell him all your problems, and generally overwhelm him with the way your chars feel. I'm back now, so don't expect me to leave soon! *scowls*)

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  • *a young, thirteen year old enters her small quarters, carrying a small photograph and the other few posessions she had* -- Ishkra, 16:31:13 01/03/02 Thu
    *she put all of her posessions, except for the photograph, in a corner of the room. Then, she sat down on her bunk, and stared at the photograph for a long time. Her eyes started to fill with tears as she remembered the hard life she had had, before she came here. She had been an orphan since the age of five. She didn't remember how her parents had died, all she could remember was when. Ever since then, she had been wandering the streets. When she had first turned 13, she had heard about dragons that could communicate with people, so she decided to go in search of one of the weyrs, hoping to try her luck on impressing a dragon. When she wasn't able to get in one, she came here. Now, she finaly had a place to call her own. She sighed, as she went to the corner where all of her stuff was stored, and pulled out an old photo album. She went back to her bunk, and decided to lay down. As she looked at the lost memories that only the photo album could restore, she fell asleep*

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  • ~#~ -- Fernon, 23:52:16 12/27/01 Thu
    Bronze Fernon winked in and dropped a to all. It read...

    To all whom it may concern,
    We are having a gather at Igen Hold on the 4th through the 7th. We would like to celebrate our new positions and you and yours are welcome to come.
    Warmest regards, Lord Fenton and family

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  • ~/\~ -- Bronze flit Trance, 15:37:01 12/21/01 Fri
    The bronze flit pops in from between, leaving a note to all:

    Dear Lord and Lady Holder or MasterCraftsman,

    We of the Hold of Lemos would like to invite you and your kin to attend a banquet, from the 28th to the 2nd (of January). It is to honor our new Lord Holder, Flint, and his wife, Lady Skandra. We will also announce our Heir Designate, our ten year old son, Kuth. Please attend.

    Signed,
    Lord Holder Flint

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  • *he walks in* -- Kahetis, 01:20:29 12/16/01 Sun
    *Slinging his few posestions into a corner Kahetis examines his small quarters. He had finally found a place he could call home, no matter how short a period he was there. Since he was thirteen he had been on the run from authorities. They said he had helped in a murder and they had been after him to try him. When they finally had caught him, Kahetis had been able to clear his name and he was finally a free man. Free to do as he chose. Since he was let go he had been wandering aimlessly through the lands, but he be taken towards the Weyrs he knew of. But he knew he could not get into any of the Weyrs and Impress a magnificent dragon without being in a Hold first. So he had chosen Benden Hold although he had his heart set on Igen Weyr. The life of a dragonrider was what he had always wanted since he was a small boy living in the remote country with his parents. Laying down on his bunk, he began laughing. The laugh of someone who was happy. As he rolled over to sleep, his thoughts wandered towards a green dragon he had seen flying through the sky only hours before and that was the thought embedded in his mind as he dozed off*

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  • Leaving -- Vilaya, 18:30:57 12/06/01 Thu
    I'm going to the Hatching at Eastern.

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  • She stares out the window -- Seyana, 16:13:58 12/02/01 Sun
    The 16-turn-old girl sat by her window, staring out at the land around her. "Enough waiting!" she cried. "I go to the HarperHall today, now." Bundling up her few possessions, she paused. "But first I think I'll get a flit from the Beach. They seem to be useful..."

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  • *Lissa steps in looking around, she needs a room* -- Lissa, 15:17:23 11/30/01 Fri
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  • ~ inside ~ -- Ivanna + flitters, 09:17:25 10/19/01 Fri
    Ivanna walked into her room, shutting the dor behind her. Ivy and Orion (flitters), began to fly around the room, chirping as the did. Ivanna smiled, and looked to Tova who was still on her shoulder. He gave a loud chirp, and the blue and green flapped down to land upon her bed. "Thanks, Tova." Ivanna told him. He gave another chirp, quieter this time, and then flapped over to join Orion and Ivy...

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  • -Walks in smugly- -- Nevant, 15:25:26 09/23/01 Sun
    -A smirk is set on his face as he waltzes inside his father's office, seating himself in his chair. He shuffles through the paperwork blandly, enjoying the feeling of power. He spins in the chair, a short bark of laughter escaping him. Yes, one day he would rule the Hold! If he had anything to do with it, Allindar would be Impressed in no time.- "Just think," -He said to the closed door- "With Allin out of the way, I;m the next Heir!" -Of course, no one heard any of that, the door was closed after all-

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  • He walks in and stands there... -- Hytuni, 23:58:46 09/02/01 Sun
    He walks in and stands there, confused on what to do. He walks up to the woman standing at a door, "What do I do?" He asks her needing to find a room to stay in or to know if he is even allowed to stay here.

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  • ::runs in:: -- Kain, 17:28:19 08/22/01 Wed
    ::she had dashed through the hold to get there, eager to get back to duties. she rapped on Lord Kallendel's door, and waits for him::

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  • -Enters- -- Lord Kallendel & Children, 17:24:05 08/17/01 Fri
    Lord Kallendel walks into his room, sinking onto a nearby chair. Ansel runs in, followed by Vedel. The bronze chirps loudly, getting an annoyed glance from the Lord. "Please, ansel, your room is farther down. Next to Seldon's," Ansel dips into a curtsy, dragging Vedel out with her and running to her room. A soft thump is heard as she launches herself onto her bed. Kallendel sighs. Ansel, in her room, arranges things around until it's to her liking. Vedel finds his own place in a large birdcage that had somehow ended up in her room. The boys find their own rooms and meet in Seldon's room to talk.

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