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This is a log of roleplay on PernMUSH, available online by permission of
Anne McCaffrey, author of the Pern novels, and recorded by A.S. Korra'ti
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Log Date:
	9/7/97

Log Cast:
	Devlin, Mehlani

Log Intro:
	Now solidly into the beginning of her teenage Turns, young
Mehlani of Benden Weyr has become more and more startled by how the boys
of her home are becoming strangely fascinating to her in ways she's never
noticed... a thing driven home to her with particular force when her
long-time friend Devlin visits Benden between his Minercraft duties.
Realizing that Devlin has gotten quite, quite tall, and is looking far
less childlike than she thought she remembered, Mehlani has spent the
ensuing sevendays puzzling over what this means... not knowing that, in
fact, Devlin is going to be around the Weyr a bit more often.

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Devlin strides in from the bowl.
Devlin has arrived.
Devlin wanders into the room, humming quietly as he goes. He smiles once he 
  spots Mehlani, "Heyla, little one."

The girl is up on a chair, her legs crossed under her, her loyal bronze 
  peering down off her shoulder at a parchment she's gotten out to read. But 
  at the call of Devlin's voice, Mehlani shoots her gaze up, and a smile 
  blooms across her face. "Devlin!"

Devlin grins and winks, "That's me." He moves towards the table, "Mind if I 
  join you?" He carries several parchments of his own.

Mehlani sits up, shaking her head readily. Holl croons at Devlin, and then 
  nudges the girl's ear, and she adds, "Uh uh... I'd like that!"

Devlin
A young man of approximately 17 turns, Devlin's appearance is topped with an 
  unruly shock of black hair. His form is lanky, nearing 6 feet in height 
  through various growth spurts, though it has only just begun to fill out, 
  the hard work of a miner apprentice has given him a good start on a set of 
  muscles. Mischief sparkles in his grey-blue gaze and there is a hint of 
  barely controlled energy in his every movement. A pair of black wherhide 
  pants cover his legs, belted with a red belt which is imprinted with Benden 
  Weyr's symbol. A loose white shirt is tucked into the pants, carefully, and 
  over it is worn a wherhide vest. A patch on the vest shows the crossed 
  pick-and-shovel of the Minecraft, and an apprentice's knot of the same place 
  is attached to the shoulder. Sturdy and scuffed black boots cover his feet 
  and complete the outfit. His features are evening out slowly as he grows 
  giving way to a straight nose, noble brow and full mouth. A dimple appears 
  in his right cheek when he quirks a smile.
Carrying:
Vachon

Devlin folds himself into a chair, spreading out his own parchments which 
  appear to be mostly different designs of jewelry. "So, been keeping busy 
  lately?"

Mehlani drops her gaze for a moment, then looks up again, smiling. "Uh huh," 
  she says softly.

With a grin, Devlin comments, "Well, that's good. Still working with the 
  animals and such?"

Bobbing her head, 'Lani offers, "Uh huh... reading about runners... uhm... 
  trying to decide if I want to be a Herder or not." Her voice comes out of 
  her very softly, as usual; it's begun to change, though, from Turns past, 
  not quite so high and piping anymore.

Devlin glances over at the parchment she holds. "Interesting stuff, that. Like 
  doing it?"

Mehlani nods quickly, as she lifts a hand towards Holl. That smile still tugs 
  a bit at her mouth, and she peers then at Devlin, her head quirking a 
  little. "You, uhm... came for another visit?"

Devlin shakes his head, "I've been posted to the Weyr. At least for this 
  Hatching cycle. To make the minecraft's talents available to the Weyr and 
  those who visit."

Mehlani straightens, blinking a bit, her blue eyes widening. "Oh...!" The 
  smile broadens her mouth out a little. On her shoulder, Holl peers at Devlin 
  too, and announces his approval with a firm chirp.

Devlin chuckles and says, solemnly, to Holl. "Glad I meet your approval."

The bronzelet croons, and with a brief pinkening of her cheeks, Mehlani 
  murmurs, "Holl thinks he takes care of me."

"Well, I'm sure he does," Devlin nods, emphatically. "Vachon also, sometimes, 
  thinks that he is responsible for watching out for you."

Mehlani blinkblinks. "He does? I mean.... still?"

Devlin laughs and nods, "Still. He sneaks off to watch after you, at times."

"Oh..." Mehlani looks around, bemused, almost as if expecting the brown to 
  poke his head out of nowhere. Holl flutters with her movement, and Mehlani 
  shifts him, letting him down onto the table. Then she smiles unsurely back 
  at the boy before her. "I must not see him...."

Devlin chuckles. "It's okay. It makes Vachon happy, and he finds sitting 
  around while I work on jewelry to be borking."

Abruptly, Mehlani giggles. "I'm not boring?"

Devlin grins, "Apparently less boring than me bent over metal and stone for 
  hours on end."

"But I bend over Records, and Tsornin's mane," the girl points out soberly. "I 
  don't even make stuff....!"

With a grin, Devlin winks, "Maybe it's just that he finds pretty young girls 
  more fun than stodgy apprentice miners."

"You're not stodgy!" Mehlani immediately protests. Then, after a beat, she 
  turns pink again and appends, "I'm not pretty!"

Devlin looks at you for a moment.
Devlin laughs, "See? You turn colors. I don't know. You're more exciting, 
  therefore."

Mehlani murmurs, "Father blushes a lot, I just take after him!"

Devlin says "Well, considering how many women your father gets, I think you 
  can't argue that you're not pretty."

Mehlani points a slender scolding finger at you, and pipes, "That's 
  _different_, and besides, Father doesn't 'get' women!" Interesting. Her 
  voice is getting louder.

Devlin tilts his head, "You sure about that?"

The girl bobs her head firmly. "It's only when Tzornth wins a flight that 
  Father..." And she blushes again, concluding, "... does that."

Devlin chuckles and takes pity on the girl. "Okay. He certainly wouldn't be 
  the type to have lower caverns' girls swooning over him."

"Well, that's not 'getting' women," Mehlani protests, her small nose 
  crinkling. She's blushing even yet, and she looks shyly away from Devlin's 
  merry blue gaze. "And it's different with Father anyway!"

Devlin grins and pats 'Lani's shoulders, "Okay okay. You're not at all pretty. 
  You're... hm. You're as bad as a watchwher! Is that better?"

Mehlani giggles a little, and murmurs, "I like whers!" But she seems 
  mollified, as she peeks back at the boy.

Devlin grins, then yawns, "Ugh. I think it's time for me to crawl into bed. 
  I've got an early morning shipment of firestone to meet."

The girl just nods, thoughtfully... but after a moment offers shyly, "I'm glad 
  you're going to be here!"

Devlin grins, "Me too. I'm in my old room off Kimbrith's weyr, if you're ever 
  looking to say hi."

"I will be," Mehlani promises softly.

Devlin stands, gathering up his parchments. "Take care." He scritches Holl 
  lightly, then turns and heads out.
Devlin slips out of the records cavern.
Devlin has left.

[End log.]