Brief Nighttime Meetings

Western Weyr - Eastern Bowl

The eastern end of the crater that forms the Weyr. The cliffs rise to the east, north and south of you, small openings in the face are individual weyrs of dragons and their riders. To the north is the large ledge and cave mouth of the Queen's weyr, with a wide ramp and stairs made by skilled stone masons providing access to the bowl floor. To the east is the Weyrling training area and the barracks, where young riders and dragons learn to work together. You can easily detect the weyr kitchen cavern entrance to the south, thanks to the aromas of fine western cooking.

The vast majority of residents bustle back and forth on their many errands, keeping Western Weyr running smoothly. Children released from lessons scamper across the bowl while weyrlings bathe by the lagoon and practice. Delivery wings can be seen coming and going all day long overhead.Summer is upon the Western Isles, longer days and shorter nights making for a restless feeling that seems to invade every resident and urge them towards the beaches.


The day is drawing to an end, the sun beginning to set and all things beginning to calm. For the most part, at least. And Kiley is on her way back to the guest room in which she temporarily resides. In her arms is a journal that is rapidly being filled from the looks of it and she walks with a pleasant smile upon her face that slowly grows more cheerful as she looks towards the sky. Completely and utterly distracted with her own thoughts, she continues on her way.

Kyldar sits on the ground leaning back against green Sinasapelth's flank. Her attention is drawn by a person passing through, and she stands up. "Hello," she greets friendlily.

Kiley squeaks at the sound of another voice, jumping slightly and turning attention to the woman. Cheeks flush a light shade and she inclines her head. "Hello, ma'am. How are you doing? I'm sorry if I got in your way at all.. I still get lost."

Kyldar smiles reassuringly and shakes her head. "Nah, just taking in some rest after a busy day—and I'm doing well, thanks. You?"

Kiley beams a bright smile and inclines her head once more, "that is good. Busy with duties, I assume?" Her smile grows brighter, "that's wonderful. I am doing great myself, plenty of research is being done and I'm making wonderful progress."

Kyldar nods. "Mostly just drills and such, but considering that I'm in a search and rescue wing, it always does well to keep in practice." Her smile brightens a little. "Oh, I'm Kyldar, by the bye, and this is my Sinsapelth." She extends a hand friendlily.

"Oh! Zi'on is in that wing as well. I can well imagine how useful it is to keep drilling and practice." The computer crafter smiles wider and bows her head in greeting towards Sinsapelth. "Well met. I'm Kiley, journeyman computer crafter. I'm here doing research." Her hand reaches out to gingerly shake the greenrider's in greeting.

Kyldar arches an eyebrow. "Computercraft? That's a bit beyond my ken. I barely know how to turn those contraptions on, let alone work with them, but on the other hand as a Harper myself I've occasionally gone to the computerlab at the Hall to look something up in the archives, so I guess it's a useful skill. So, what's this research that you're conducting?"

Kiley nods, "yeah. I've heard a lot of people struggle with them." She pauses to consider the woman before smiling wider. "They are useful for many things and certainly can make things easier once you learn them properly. I'm doing research on accents, however. For a talking computer so that people will have less of an issue trying to use them."

Kyldar's other eyebrow joins the one. "Accents? Well, y'know, my own accent isn't local, but you've no doubt noticed. I really am craftbred. Well, craft- and weyrbred, sort of, but I was raised at the Hall. Anyway, a talking computer? That's, um, a bit of a heavy undertaking, isn't it?"

Kiley grins and nods slowly, opening up her journal and jotting a few notes. "I'm not from around here, myself. But, that is why I decided to use the Weyrs for my learning places." Her lips curl into a wide grin, nodding in understanding. "Was born in a Hold but spent more time in the Computer Crafthall than the Hold." She leaves it at that to move onto the subject of her project, nodding. "It is. Once I finish this research, I'll recruit a few other Crafters, with permission from the Hall, to help me reach a final stage. Hopefully, we'll be able to make progress and offer it to the Weyrs that allowed me to stay."

Kyldar nods. "Well, I guess my accent is pretty much basic Fortian, as I did grow up at the Crafthall, though by the same token it's probably influenced a lot by other accents, as any Crafthall will be more or less cosmopolitan. So this computer will talk, and will also recognize speech, I take it?"

Kiley hms softly and takes another note. "Mhm.. That is true. Plenty of people coming from all over." The computer crafter lifts her brows and nod, "yes. It will respond to vocal commands rather than people typing. That is why I'm searching for all accents so that it will understand what people are saying without causing frustration. That's the hope, anyway."

Kyldar grins a little. "Of course, there might be people who will try to frustrate the /computer/ by switching from accent to accent, if they can imitate accents. And then there will be people with speech impediments. Have you considered that?"

"Computers lack the capability of feeling frustration. But, I am hoping that I can make it able to understand any sort of accent, even if people put many together." Kiley beams a grin, but the mention of speech impediments has the woman gasping. "No. I hadn't!" She quickly opens the journal again and scrawls something with bigger letters. "Thank you. I need to make sure I cover that as well… It would be easier if we could get it to speak like AIVAS did in the stories.." This last bit is murmured to herself in thought.

Kyldar grins. "Well, not really frustrate. Maybe 'thwart' would have been a better word." Pause. "Yeah, AIVAS was a talking computer. We managed to get as much of the old AIVAS database as could be salvaged, back at the Hall. As the lorekeepers of Pern we're determined not to let knowledge be lost again."

"Ahh. Yes. Thwart. We'll have to run a bunch of trials so that it does not happen." Kiley grins in response before nodding agreement. "Much of AIVAS can still be accessed.. And from the Yokohama as well. But, to have the knowledge elsewhere is wise. It would be such a waste to lose it. I'd love to see the insides of it, AIVAS. No one is allowed in, though, and I haven't found any records of what is inside the design of the computer or the programs. Yet. I'll keep searching once my traveling is done."

Kyldar nods. "Yes, we have an uplink at the computerlab—which itself is probably much in need of upgrading." She pauses and stares into space for a while. "Well, considering the technological levels that have been regained in recent decades, computers of the AIVAS caliber might not be far off, though, yes, it would be fascinating to see the original."

"Really? I did not know that about the Harpers." The woman considers this with a thoughtful smile before attention flickers upwards. "That is true.. I do hope so. Imagine what that could mean for us. We could have a computer like AIVAS but made entirely for Pern. I would love to see the insides of AIVAS.." There's a sigh of delight and Kiley grins a rather silly grin.

Kyldar says, "Well, it was good to make your acquaintance, but I need to be off for now. You have a good day."

Kiley nods a farewell. "You too, ma'am!" And the computer crafter continues on her way to her room. For sleep!

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