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Harper's Tale - Friday, April 05, 2002, 8:50 PM
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Beach
Ancient dunes have been flattened by the endless parade of people and dragons that tramp northwest across the bowl, leaving a mere skiff of sand here along lake's beaten edge. Footprints litter the curve of beach, some left turns ago and caught frozen in the heavy clay earth near the water's edge. As the sun sets, shadows invade, creeping like fingers across the gently sloping ground and darkening the distant ledges on the far side of the lake.
To the north, dust rises from the redolent pens while the flattened disc of the main bowl is just a step to the northwest.
It is a spring afternoon.
To the north, you see two blue dragons.
To the northwest, you see eleven dragons and one person.
Darting here and there are twelve firelizards.
Brown Zenzorath and blue Cerdith are here.
You see Sully, Food and Drink Booths, and Spa Treatment Tents here.
Fyria is here.
Obvious exits:
Stables     Feeding Pens     Central Bowl     Lake

Kirana walks in from the Central Bowl.

Larnat walks in from the Central Bowl.
Jacima walks in from the Central Bowl.

Jacima looks to Larnat and says... "Pretty nice here... look at the Spa Treatment tents..."

Kirana trots in a little hurridly, "Am I late? I'm not late am I?" She asks of the other candidates as she bustles towards them. "Hey Fy, where d'you want me?" She asks as she knots a band firmly around her curls to keep them back, out of her face. "You short anywhere? 'Cause I'll help out wherever."

T'am sweeps in from the Central Bowl.

Fyria pulls her hair back into a loose runnertail, smoothing her skirts and looking a trite bit...nervous? "Oh good...they brought the tents out and set everything up.." She twirls around to face her fellow Candidates, giving Kirana a grateful look. "Oh..well, let's see.." One hand to her chin, she glances around, then points towards the Facial Tent. "How 'bout you help out those Healers with the facial stuff? IT'd be fun, and at least you'll end up smelling rather lovely." Grin.

Raewyn walks in from the Central Bowl.

Larnat grins and shading her eyes against the sun's rays looks around carefully. "Oh, aye, this /should/ be good," she muses, tilting her head to the side. "Hey, I might even get a makeover," she says with a slight snicker. "Who knows!"

Sinead steps gently in from the Central Bowl.

Miralwyn strolls in as well, a great deal less hurriedly, and with a basket full of... something on her arm. Closer inspection reveals scented oils, pots of herbal... goo, and other spa type things. "I'm here... now where do you want me, Fyria?" she inquires. "Although I warn that Herbalry was not my favourite subject."

Lhana meanders in all too casually, weaving her long, silken tresses into a pair of tight braids as she goes. Seeing Fy and Kirz, she wanders over to them, stifling a yawn. Her hair-styling completed, she flips her long braids back over her shoulder, and smiles pleasantly at the others. "So..?" she says, which, it could be assumed, can be taken to mean 'Hi guys, how are you? Good. Well, where do you want me? For I am oh-so happy to help.'

Lianta wanders in from the Central Bowl.

Kirana gives Fyria a bright, and whats supposed to be encouraging smile. "Alright!" She chirps agreeably. "It looks fabulous by the way Fizz, and it's going to go wonderfully! Provided I don't mess up in helping with this facial business and make everyones faces all messed up." And with that reassuring tidbit, and a wink she swirls off towards the aforementioned tent. "Wyyyn?" She calls to the healer-candidate, "Are you working at the facial thing?" After all, she is one of the healer-types. "Hey Lhanz!" She adds cheerily to the braided girl.

Raewyn goes home.

L'ion rumbles onto the sands, Maneth right behind him with eyes a-whirling curiously. "Well now, what've we got here, eh Maneth?" He peers curiously at the tents, wondering whether he'd brave his manhood by walking into something pastel-coloured. Then again, his neck is sorely out of whack. "Well you hunk of brown, should I?"

Sioned walks in from the Central Bowl.

Sinead makes her way down from the bowl onto the beach, offering a cheerful smile to those she see's. "Heya guys," she offers, sending a wave to those she know's, as well ast to those seh doesn't.

Setittch nances in next, the effeminate Weaver apprentice bearing armfuls of terrycloth robes. Some in white, but most in pretty shades of pastel pinks and purples that are enough to induce transports of joy. "Ooooh! I've got /robes/, ladies!" he sings out. "And gentlemen tooo, of course. So soft, and I even added a touch of lace to some of them!"

Ellianna walks quietly in from the Central Bowl.

Jacima sees the dragon and its rider looking about... she was amazed by the dragon and its eyes... she sees Sinead walk in and says: "Hello Sinead... how are you?" but she didn't take her eyes off the dragon and its rider...

Fyria is suddenly assaulted by questions, but revels in the business of it all as various weyrfolk begin pouring in, right on cue. "Oh..well, Lhana, why don't you offer to work on hairstyles, perhaps? You've a talent with 'em, though I'd ask prior to cutting anything," she says, giving the girl a wink. Looking at Wyn, she nods towards one of the tents, saying "Looks like you're prepped and ready for a massage. I believe...yes. Things are set up over there," and she points. Ahh..time to greet the guests. "Hello, hello there...come on through, and feel free to sample any of the foodstuffs, light wines. And as for treatments, each tent is wide open so you can see what's inside. Feel free, relax, let yourself be pampered!" Oy.

Lianta pokes her head into to the crowd. "Hey all, and Candies! I'm here to check in, just to let you know I'm about, but doing a few Candidate things. My robe's not done!" Shocking, isn't it? She demurs on that, "Well, it's almost there. Another hour of work and I'll be ready."

Larnat ears perk up upon the mention of robes, and watching the healer singing out about robes she raises an eyebrow and walks over to Fyria, giving a light tap on the Candidate's shoulder. "Eh, I'm a bit lost here, know where I should start?" she asks, a bit helpless in the rolling throng that seems to have shown up for the Spa day.

Suddenly, soft music begins to drift from a small cabana-like tent in the corner as a troupe of harpers being to work their magic. A few Apprentice cooks being to wander slowly through the crowds, bearing trays of finger-sized delights and glasses of light wines, water, and juices. People mingle about slowly at first, but then a few daring adventurers enter the tents, others soon to follow.

Miralwyn gives a nod to Fyria, and drawls in an aside to Kirana and company an amused "What she said," before taking up a post at one of the tents, cracking her finger joints and eyeing the crowd of spa seekers. "Yes. Massages, right." The low alto voice raises slightly. "Yes. Massages. If anyone would care for one, see Settitch over there for a robe, and then come see me. Most therapeutic, and perfect for recuperating from Fall."

Jacima hears Miralwyn invitation for a massage... She turns to the group she is with and says: "I am due for a massage... see you guys later..." and she walks over to the tent...

Sinead grins. "Fy, dear, we should have thought of this last time," she points out with a chuckle towards her candie friend. "Looks like this should prove to be interesting, so long as you're not about to do something candie like to us," she states with a glance to each of the white-knotted people.

L'ion's ears perk up at the word 'massage,' and with a final pat to his brown he slowly, almost sheepishly (ha, lion in sheep's clothing?) heads in Miralwyn's direction. Settitch is eyed, as is the robe. "Don't even /think/ of getting near me with that," he growls, before turning amber eyes on the Candidate. "How good are you at massages?" Growl.

T'am enters the beach arm-in-arm with Trip, the brownrider giggling and pointing at the more interesting sights. While she looks eager, he looks apprehensive. Green eyes cast about for a familiar face, hopefully a male face. Someone who isn't going to try to drag him into a face and hair salon tent.

From above, Shirasuth circles in from the bowl.
From above, Shirasuth drops down towards the beach.
Shirasuth clatters down from above.

Sioned walks out.

Lhana nods to Fyria, brightening at the chance to excercise her one favorite pasttime - messing with other peoples' hair! So she turns to the girl and winks, saying, "Sounds good!" before turning about to the crowd and waving her hands in the air. "Oi!" she shouts, having not thought of any more articulate way to bring attention to herself. "Haircut-style-washing-dyes, this way!" And she turns toward the tent where she had her haircutting stuff stowed, Just In Case.

Kirana nabs one of the facial-station healers, and the two are, for a short period, engaged in a quick, tutorial-like chat, and when they part, Kirz looks much more confident as she waves to those that pass around. "Facials! We do facials!" Even Kir does now that it's been properly explained. "We've got fruit scrubs, lotions, and all sorts of /fabulous/ things! Perfect for relaxing and general prettiness!" She advertises cheerily, beaming smiles passerbys. Behold. Perns first saleswoman.

Fyria chuckles softly, nodding at a young woman and pointing her towards the manicure tent. "Right there hun..oh, excuse me a moment," and she swirls around to meet T'am with a grin. "T'am!! You made it! Oh shells, I hope you didn't bring any..ah..cooking supplies?" Fy winks with this one...no way is she ever letting him live the flour incident down.

Jacima sees the rider walking towards the tent and talking to Miralwyn... She will wait her turn for her massage, he was there first, so she stands to the side... waiting and listening...

Ellianna looks around as she wanders down following the sound of music and the enticing smells of food. A few kidlets follow after her but they seem to be fairly calm. Unusual for kidlets in the reaches. Perhaps the calm spaish attitude is sinking in and making them behave for once. Spotting Fyria Elli waves. "Hey! Need any help?" She doesn't seem to need any relaxing herself with such easy going kids to care for at the moment.

"Nevermind," Larnat murmurs quickly to Fyria. "Sorry for any interruption." She slid over through the crowd, ducking and dodging bodies, giving a quick wave to T'am and anyone else she might have been barely accquainted with. Finding her way over to Lhana she nods. "Ooo...hair changes, I'm in."

Settitch hovers, holding out a robe in L'ion's direction. "Oooh, come now, brownrider," he carols, waving the peachy thing slightly. "It will go just /smashingly/ with your eyes! Really now, you must look your best. Even if," He attempts a conspiratorial tone. "Miralwyn won't notice. Tsk!! That girl has no /idea/ of fashion!"

Emeri blinks in from ::between::!

Sinead is just about to go for a look about the spa when she spots T'am. "Heya T'am!" wavve and grin, you know, the usual Ead like greeting. And with that, she goes looking for people.

Emeri chirps and swoops around. She doesn't like being away from her home, not at all.

L'ion glares at Settitch as if he might rip the man's throat out...but instead turns his attentions on the lovely Candidate instead. His expression softens - slightly - looking less scowlish as usual. "I am /not/ wearing one of those."

T'am pulls to a halt, tugging Trip to a stop with him. "Fy!" The grin that lights the bronzeriding boy's face doesn't overcome the faint blush in his cheeks at a reminder of that little kitchen incident. "No, no flour this time. I'm hoping for something a little...cleaner, today." Nodding slightly in the direction of the tents, he puts up with an impatient whine from his walking-buddy to ask the important question, "Any reccommendations? Something not too...foofy?"

"Lhanz!" Kirana calls from where she's trying to convince, in vain, the ever growly Gloin that the berry scrub would do /wonders/ for his skin...if he has it beneath that beard that is. Her efforts are for nothing though, as the man trundles off, muttering about poncy candidate rituals. "Lhanz, I just /have/ to recruit you to do something interesting with my hair sometime later, can you?" The question may or may not get lost in the crowd though, depending on noise level. And then Kirz is back to her advertising. "Facials! Anyone want a facial? They're just lovely!"

Shirasuth goes home.

Miralwyn stares down Settitch with a cool grey gaze. Grr. Go away, Pervy Lace-Fancier. Satisfied that he'll quail appropriately, she nods briskly in L'ion's direction. "Most decidedly not," she agrees. "I wouldn't wear one either. But here, duck into the tent, disrobe and wrap this towel," A large fluffy one is held out accordingly, "Around your waist and then lie down on your stomach on that table over there." A brisk nod again, and she steps back to wait.

Fyria whirls again...she thinks she's going to be doing a lot of whirling today...and waves excitedly at Ellianna. "Oh thank Faranth your here..I was worried for the poor kidlEETTTS!" Her voice raises a bit as a pack shoots by and behind her. "Shells...set up anywhere hun...there's plenty of space." Turning back to T'am and Trip (oy), she scrutinizes carefully. "I'd bet Trip here, could use a lovely manicure...and you perhaps a manicure?" Grin.

Jacima decides to go look around and come back for her massage... She goes towards the facials tent...

Syl has arrived.

L'ion looks with trepidation at the towel, then shrugs. His neck hurts. "Fair be it, lass." Grabbing the towel, he disrobes behind a screen and emerges wrapped within. "Alrighty...here?" He strolls up towards a table and dutifully lies upon it, careful not to offer a free show to the other spa go-ers. "I'm in your hands lass...and my neck will forever thank you if you can work them kinks outta it." Please say you can. Please please.

Lhana nods to Kirz, grinning, and agrees most chipperly. "Of course!" Oh, she's back to cutting hair again. And it's not even drudgery-haircutting (aka, kidlet-cuts). It's /nice/ haircutting. Huzzah! As Gloin comes her way, she deftly stops him and launches into an obviously vain attempt to let her groom that infamous beard. One can only hope someone stops her before she gets smacked.

Kirana beams a sparkly, gleamy, all around flashy smile at Jacima as she sees her coming towards her. "Hell-ooo! Would you like a facial?" Of course she would! Why wouldn't she? "We've some wonderful face lotions, scrubs, and...and..." She glances around quickly, "Cucumbers!" They could probably even rustle up fingerroots if asked nicely. Lhana gets a grin, "Great!" Now back to customer attracting...

Jacima goes home.

Fyria quietly shoos Larnat in the direction of the facials, noticing her glance at them. "Kirz can give excellent facials my dear...trust me." Wiht a wink, she sends her off, then turns towards Wyn and L'ion, eyeing Settitch with a wary glance. Away with that shard-awful robe thing. "You doing okay in here, Wyn?"

Sniffle. Poor, unappreciated Settitch. And he worked so hard on those robes too! He sulks a long moment, tossing his head of silky brown curls a number of times with appropriate "Hmph!"s, before others catch his eye. He gravitates towards Kirana. "/You/ like the robes, don't you, lovie?"

Sinead oohs slightly, haircutting. "Heya Lhana," she moves over towards teh hair person. "How are you today?" Yeah, guess what she's here for....

Gloin, son of...well doesn't matter, eyes Lhana with much suspicion, stroking and petting his beard and chunky braids protectivly. "Arrgh." He just mutters at her, trying to shuffle away. "Jest an excuse fer..." Most of the sentence is drowned out by the crowd, but the end can be caught, "..-ing games." Mutter.

Larnat taps Lhana on the shoulder gently. "Ah, perhaps you could do something with my hair?" she murmured. Maybe even a cut, perhaps. "Y'see, I'm still considered a 'weyrbrat', though I don't want a /haircut/ like that," she hastens to add. "I need something that's easier to keep out of the reaches," a pun, if you will, "of little five year olds armed with fingerpaint."

Trip, previously staring distractedly at that hot rider L'ion, suddenly turns back to T'am and Fyria. "Oooh, manicures!" Holding a hand out to examine her nails, T'am's clutchmate scrunches up her face before giving a decisive nod. "Definately. C'mon!" And without waiting for polite words of departure, she's dragging him off towards that tent.

The harpers continue to strum their soothing notes, the music drifting along slowly with the faint breeze off the lake. Sky, sun, sand, and colours blend into a soft melee of relaxation, emphasized by the warmth of the sun.

Syl suddenly disappears ::between::!

Kirana shoots Fyria a twinkling look, but she's quickly distracted by Settitch and...those...things. And his head tossing...he does it with almost as much style as she does! Kirz utters a most un-feminine snort, "Should I? Who would wear them? No offence, but they're...ew." A wrinkled nose accompanies her words. Well...he asked.

Miralwyn rubs her hands together, applying some of the scented oil and warming them before beginning to apply them to the reclining brownrider. "I assure you, your neck will feel worlds better, when I am through," she notes, tone dry and level as usual, even as a Healer's deft touch begins to seek out knots and tension. "Dsalth assures me that I give excellent massages." And offers of mindhealing therapy too, but that's another matter.

Within the manicure tent, Risa is hurriedly setting up her wares, carefully organizing a collection of tiny bottles of coloured paints along a small shelf. Suddenly, a pack of weyrbrats goes whizzing by and they topple over, drawing a rather colourful string of curses. "Shells, shards...this is supposed to be /relaxing/!!!" Risa pouts, then turns and reorganizes the paints with a sigh.

Lewis walks in from the Central Bowl.

Fyria grins at Kirz, then wanders over towards Lhana. Oh good...Sinead's here!! This could be a bad thing. "Now Lhana...try to keep the pink down to a minimum, hmm?" Fy winks at her friend, then turns on a heel and begins dallying from one tent to another, checking to make sure folks are comfortable. From the looks on their hazy-eyed faces, the effect seems to be working. Perfect!

"Ew...?" echoes Settitch, looking forlorn. Although since Kirana hasn't actually hauled off and smacked him one yet, unlike Garmamblen, he continues to hover, fluttering his hands anxiously. "What's the matter with them? It can't be the pattern, and the material is just /soooo/ soft... Feel it!"

Lhana offers a last, "Well, I'm sure it could - it could - it could do -wonders- for your love life," for Gloin. "The ladies just -love- a man with a well-groomed beard." Wink, wink. But then her attention is caught by -two- different potential customers, and she turns around to speak to them. She offers her best The-Customer-Is-Always-Wonderful smile to the two of them. "Ah, Ead, hello! In the mood for a hair-makeover this fine day?" Larnat is then turned to most dutifully, and she gives her a very sympathetic smile. "Oh, yes, I see your predicament. I'll be glad to take care of that for you! Just step on over here..." And she gestures to a high chair, perfect for hair-cutting. As Fy comes over, Lhana gives her an answering wink and puts a finger to her lips. Hush now...don't give her any ideas!

Emeri suddenly disappears ::between::!

"Ohhhhhh...Farrrrarararnth..." L'ion groans as Miralwyn hits those knots with accuracy equal to Maneth's during Threadfall. Which is quite, quite good. "Lass, mind if I sweep you back to Igen with me?" He's kidding of course, having recognized the white knot from a ways back. At this rate, he's not going to make it back to Igen, period.

Sinead blinks...Pink? "Well, maybe I'll wait a bit," she points out before going to look about a bit more, she's really not going to have pink hair....

Kirana doesn't /want/ to feel it. Not at all. And that didn't sound right either. "Nuh-uh. That's alright Settitch." Not exactly wanting to have to deal with the nancing, floofy candidate anymore than necessary she gives him a sugary smile, "Oh! Settitch...uh...lovie," She almost winces. But doesn't. Honest. "Be a dear and find me someone to give a facial to? I'll even feel the...uh...robe if you do." Grimice.

T'am doesn't exactly look the picture of the eager customer, but he doesn't complain as he is pulled into the manicure tent. "Two manicures, please." Trip requests in a sing-song voice. "And make his really, really good." leaning towards Risa with a confiding air, the blonde brownrider rolls her eyes and adds loudly, "I don't think he even clips them." Ewww.

Ellianna joins Risa in her tent followed by her calmer set of children. "I'm here to help with the face painting." She says with a shy smile. Placing the small bag beside her she settles behind an empty table as a line suddenly forms in front of her. "Now what do you want to be? A feline? I'm sure I can do that." She commences painting dots and lines on the children's faces in fanciful designs.

Larnat grins and gingerly steps up to sit on the high chair, settling down in it and nodding to Lhana. "Don't do anything...gruesome to it, just cause I don't have a penchant for Wraiths," she murmurs, only half-joking. "I'm even open to a drastic cut, if it /sounds/ good," she adds with a crinkle and raise of an eyebrow. "Wow...I haven't had a haircut that wasn't for weyrbrat convenience in...ages, or was it ever?" she murmurs.

Lewis walks in, ready for a peaceful anoon on the lakeside. Blinking at the small crowd of people already present, Lewis sighs at the denial of a simple wish. Oh well, so much for that. Perhaps he'll just see what the fuss is all about.Lewis nods a greeting to familiar faces, and comes to stand near the edge of the action, just watching for the moment.

Risa finally steps back with a soft, gentle, don't-you-dare-move hand motion towards her neat, orderly row of nail paints. "Stay." Ah...customers!! She whirls around, emerald eyes flashing with the prospect of customers as her red ringlets bounce merrily. "Welcome, welcome...now then, shall we start with you, sir?" This said to T'am while she winks at Trip, knowingly. "Have a seat..any colours?" Risa spots Tevya and beckons her over, adding "Tevya, is it? Fyria would like you to give me a hand, if you may?"

Miralwyn's hands continue to work up and down vertebrae, alternating massage with light chopping motions with the edge of her hands. And her face remains expressionless, with just a touch of pride in her eyes at success. "Hmm." she notes. "Were it still winter, and not the 'Reachian equivalent of spring, I might take you up on that offer. Any spots that I've missed before I move on to the shoulders? And any old muscle injuries?"

Risa also notes to Elliana with a nod of /immense/ thanks. "Just keep those kidlets away from my nailpaints!" she whispers.

Sinead looks about and heads towards the facial part. "Need any customers here?" She enquires with a slight grin and a chuckle.

Fyria turns to greet more people as they enter, Lewis being the last of the rather full crowd. "Hello there young man...what would you like for today?" She goes to lead him further into the melange, pointing at various tents. "Facials, haircuts..though I think there's a long wait for that...massages, manicures..it's all here. And there's food and drink if needed."

Legolas yawns softly as he walks onto what is usually a silent and peaceful beach to what is cluttered with people. "What is this?" He questions lifting a eyebrow. Spotting Sinead threw the mass of people he makes his way to her, "What's going on here?" He lifts an eyebrow again as he looks from her to the crowd.

"Of course." Tevya responds, heading towards Risa. "Just point me in the right direction and I'll be on my way and ready to help." It's amazing what sleep can do for someone, isn't it? Risa is joined as Tevya comes up to her side, "What exactly do you not want me doing? Just so I know, that is."

Settitch fairly beams. Well, actually he /does/ beam. Beam. "Oh Kirana lovie, you're the best!" he chirps, back in ditzy good humour again. Handing her the robe, the lanky Weaver candidate hops up on the nearest chair. "Hello? Hellooooo! People! Hi there! Having a good time? I know I am! Kirana, being /soooo/ talented and /soooo/ wonderful is giving /facials/. Can /I/ have one later, Kirana? I'm terribly afraid I've got a spot on my nose."

L'ion's only response is a muffled grunt at first. Finally, he manages to mutter "I'd dislocated my shoulder a whiles back, lass, falling offa my brown. That hurt like shards, and it still aches in wet weather." Ache, being an understatement. "Shoulder gets stiff a lot...but right now, my neck is...OW!!" Wince.

T'am blinks as he is unceremoniously shoved into a seat by Trip. "Colors?" Waaaaiiit a second...what exactly -is- a manicure? He's not keeping up with all this girly lingo. It doesn't matter, Trip answers for him. "Lavender. If you have it." Her cerulean eyes scan the rows of polish. "Yes, I think a nice pale purple or baby blue would compliment his eyes very nicely, don't you think so?" This said to the person who just walked up- namely Tevya.

Risa twinkles as she begins to scrub at T'am's nails...and wrinkles instead. "Shells, boy...when was the last time you trimmed these things? Are you tryin' to outdo your dragon?" Ew. Ew ew ew....this is the part of her job she dislikes. "Oh, and Tevya hon? Why don't you show T'am the colours we have...he can choose whatever he'd li--ooooo!!! Lavender...yes yes!!"

Miralwyn nods gravely, and stops poking at the spot that prompted the 'ow'. "Right then," notes the HealerCandie, taking down the mild case history with a nod, and continuing to work on the neck, probing more gently for knots. "I can demonstrate an oil that has worked well in easing old injuries in the past," she offers, removing the bottle in question, and placing it ont he table in front of L'ion so he can see. "It contains oils from hot peppers, and will heat up the muscles when I apply it. Are you interested in trying it?"

Fyria lifts her head briefly, just in time to catch T'am with...Risa? Getting a /manicure/? And she has to choke back a laugh lest she scare the guests away. Oh, wait till she teases him about /that/ one.

Lewis snaps out of a light trance as he realises he is being spoken to. "Huh? Oh, yeah..." he blinks at Fyria, trying to put a name to her face. And fails miserably. He looks around the lakeside, and shrugs. "I don't know...I think I'll just have a drink...or maybe a massage later on." Maybe a good shoulder rub would sdo him some good...

"Lavender it is then," Tevya responds, offering T'am and Risa a grin and bow. "I'll be off to get it and then I'll be right back. Enjoy, T'am." Tevya then scoots off towards the general area of the dye's, before a lavender one is chosen and Tevya returns to where T'am and Risa are settled. "Here it is. The best of the bunch." Lavender dye is then held out to Risa and T'am as Tevya gives the smallest grin.

A smattering of young Apprentices mingle within the crowds, offering drink and tidbits to those waiting for their treatments. "Wine? Water? Juice?....Wine? Water? Juice?" They may as well tattoo that on their foreheads. Nevertheless, they come to a halt near Lewis, having heard the word 'drink.' "Wine? Water? Juice?"

Lhana steps over to Larnat, walking around her briefly to observe her hair from all sides. A low, disapproving 'Hmmmmmmmmm' can be heard coming from this haircutter-candie, shedding some light on the verdict of this overcritical hair examination. "Hmmmm. Well...it does need some work. See, as it is, with it so thick and wavy like this...well, it's just not very convenient. With such a tendancy to be tangly, too." Tsk, tsk. "And I'll cut it however you want it, of course. Have any ideas?"

Sinead shrugs towards Legolas. "It's a thing the candies are putting on. It's getting rather close to the end of candidacy, or so it seems."

It takes much effort before L'ion finally lifts his head to peer at the bottle with a predatory gaze. "Wot's it got in it again?" He swears he heard 'hot pepper.' "Eh..I don't care. As long as it works. I'm game for anythin' at this point, eh?" Another groan is uttered as Miralwyn hits another tender spot. "Easy lass...I"m not some lump o'dough like the bakers put their hands all o'er!"

Legolas nods to Sinead and looks away from the crowd, "Yea...its getting to be that time isn't it? The eggs getting really hard?" Sanding up right he lets out a sigh, "So what is this?" He quesions as he looks in Fyria's direction and waves to her.

T'am sniffles defensively, tempted to pull his hand away from Risa and march back out into the sunlight in persuit of more manly activities. As if she can read his thoughts, Trip leans down with a scowl and whispers, "You're not going anywhere, so get used to it!" And then she's straightening and all smiles and charm again. To her credit though, T'am stays where he is and even mutters, "Well I don't often think to cut them." He has -better- things to worry about. But he still shakes his head at Tevya. "No, no, no! Nothing is going on these fingers!"

Larnat shrugs and grins. "I haven't got much. Just, that if you're going to shear it, then try not to go too far past the shoulders," she murmurs, gray-green eyes twinkling slightly. "Curls might be interesting...layers as well. Truly, anything that will look nice and be manageable. As well, maybe something a bit more grown-up?" she suggests. "I'm rather in the process of...shedding the image of weyrbrathood."

Ellianna giggles at the thought of kidlets with nail paints. "I will be sure to keep them away from your paints. They can play in my paints a little. I may get my own nails painted today later." She continues to paint kid's faces with panache'

Mosiah casually saunters in from the Central Bowl.

Hyzen meekly steps in from the Central Bowl.

Risa scowls at T'am, batting the back of his hand with a brush. "Now you just stay /put/ like your nice lady friend says. A little bit of colour never hurt anyone." Heh. Tevya gets a graceful look as she fetches the lavender, nodding. "Y'know dear, when I'm finished here, why don't you go ahead and finish up with him? Why, you can even work with Trip too, alright hon?" Risa laughs at Elli's comment, nodding. "Be assured.../my/ paints will be kept safe from them." She hopes.

"Naturally not," agrees Miralwyn, deadpan still. She removes the oil pot out of L'ion's l'ine of sight before he can catch a whiff of it's vaguely spicy air. "However," She adds more of the plain old scented oil to her fingertips, and behind work on soothing the lower neck of the aching brownrider "Hopefully you'll be relaxed enough to resemble one when I am finished."

The Harpers switch their tempo to a slightly more upbeat one...yet still relaxing at the same time. Can't have all the visitors falling asleep after all. One Harper misses a beat by accident, looks sheepish, and picks up right quickly once again.

"You want me to dye his hair?" Tevya asks, glancing at the lavender in her hands, "Shells..are you sure? He might end up with a lavender face." Quick words then follow, directed at T'am, "Not that that wouldn't look absolutely /lovely/ on you, T'am. But I'm..right.." To Risa, "Are you sure you want me to be the one dying his hair?"

A waiter-boy who potentially could give the nancy-boy Settitch a run for his money slinks up next to the...Candidate. "Wine? Water? Juice?" Beam. Flutter. You know you wanna take a drink. Or drink him up instead? The boy's eyes travel appreciatively over the robe. "Ooo..that is positively /darling/...merry little thing, aren't yo--it?"

Lavinia shimmers in from ::between::, a wheeling flutter of gold.

Mosiah seems to have finally managed to get away from whatever it was that made him be so late. Who knows what it was... but by that tousled look to him, it must have been active. Must have had nursery duty again, or something. He flickers a glance about the moderately crowded area, hesitating on the fringes.

Risa looks up from the rear of the tent with a wide-eyed look. "Hair? Did I say hair? Ohhhh no no no," she says, laughing softly. "I meant nails, really." Shaking her head, one hand resting on her belly, she nods. "Go ahead and work on his nails. OH, and I'd recommend just doing the tips in lavender. A rather daring touch, yes?"

T'am scowls back at Risa...and is promptly smacked on the shoulder by Trip. The scowl quickly transforms itself into a /nearly/ gracious smile followed by, "Thank you for fixing my nails." He's -so- well trained. Suddenly the words coming out of Tevya's mouth enter into his brain and the bronzerider swivels to stare at her. "My -hair-?!" He thought this only involved nails. Trip frowns, "Well we were just going to paint his nails..." suddenly it flares up into a smile, "But I think thats a lovely idea! We can do that next!"

Hyzen swaggers in, devoid of that ugly, yellow-muck dress Tevya had put her in for the pageant... and also lacking a certain mud-covered green dragon. She's actually... walking. Whistling merrily, she comes upon the candidate activity and pauses, grinning slightly. Running one hand through her hair, she watches for a few moments, just enjoying the scene. Celestial chitters softly from her shoulder perch, head tilting one way and then another, wings heaving away from her form and lifting her into the air. Amber eyes follows the gold before rider moves forward once more... right into the fray.

Lhana nods, a look of pure understanding crossing her face. She does play the part of Sympathetic Hairdresser well, doesn't she? "Well, of course you do. I mean, one can only be a 'brat for so long." Picking up a lock of hair, she looks it over still. So she -really- doesn't mind? Oh, this is the perfect customer indeed. "Okay, so you want it not too short, with layers, and possibly some curls. Correct?" Not waiting for an answer, she nods. "Right. Well, layers aren't so hard, but curls might take some doing. And they'll be hard to maintain, as well. Though, your hair is wavy now, so shorter it could be curlier." Care to comment? The entering Moe gets an enthusiatic wave. "Moe!" she calls. "Good to see you!"

Lavinia bugles a lilting note to the other gold, alighting, herself, upon a surface in the Spa Tent.

Fyria's eyes scan the crowds, a glass of water in her hand. Spotting Moe, she waves frantically and weaves her way towards him, saying "Just in time! Care to give Wyn a hand with the massages? Or woudl you rather work on facials with Kirz?" She sweeps her hand around...and almost hits Hyzen in the nose. "Faranth...sorry Hyzen dear...ooo. You came!" Fy grins brightly, and nods her head. "Take your pick, and don't forget to grab something to eat...the fruit-rolls are delish."

"Hair it is. But I warn you..you may not like the outcome," Tevya replies before turning on her heel to gather the right things. Truly an experiment. For a bowl is gathered, along with some water and a few towels. Then it's back to T'am as Tevya begins the guessing work. "I think I do this..and then..this?" Question to Trip, who'd know better then Tevya, more then likely.

Kirana returns from giving a facial to a short, big footed lad who kept requesting carrots instead of cucumbers on his eyes. "Shardin' crazy..." She's muttering as she wipes her hands on a towel, sending a quick, cautious glance at everyones favorite, nancing weaver. Satisfied he's not coming back after her with those terrible robes she returns to the shout-and-advertise spiel. "Facials! C'mon, you know you want to feel all...fresh and facialized! You know you do!" Seeing Moe she gives him a little wave, "Heya Moe!"

Settich squeaks happily as Nancy Waiter-Boy arrives. And compliments his robes. "Oooh, you really /like/ it?" Cue fluttering of hands and ignoring of Kirana, likely to her relief, as the Weaver launches into a long spiel. "Just the /best/ of Boll's cotton, and I designed the patern myself. Lovely! Feel it, isn't it simply /amazing/! You'd really look well in a teal one, I'd think."

Larnat gives a tilt of her head a look of thought, contemplating only for a second before grinning up from her position on the chair up at Lhana. "Sounds wonderful. I know that curls'd require maintenance, but I figure since my hair's already a bit wavy, it won't be /that/ much different than the mess I normally deal with. Even better, it'll be shorter. Mostly it's been its continued length that's been annoying me," she explains, fidgetting a tad around in her chair, watching the crowd from the high chair with an impish grin.

Mosiah is greeted. Aw, what a loving bunch of candidates he seems to have become immersed in. He flashes a dimpled grin about shamelessly, hand coming up to flick his braid of hair off his shoulder and around to his back. Hyzen is spotted, appreciated, and then approached. He sweeps up behind the greenrider, neatly moving to link an arm in hers, "Fancy seeing you here. Might I interest you with my touch?" *quirky grin*

Hyzen stops short as a hand waves dangerously near her nose, one brow lifting slowly upward. "Ah, Fyria dear, how /are/ you?" She does seem to be restraining herself, though. Wonder of wonders. "Yes I can. Couldn't possibly let you guys have all the fun, you see." Mosiah is offered a brilliant smile. "'lo there, Mosiah. Enjoying yourself?" Then back to Fyria: "What do you suggest?" Celestial circles slowly above the mingling crowd, warbling softly towards Lavinia before winging down to settle upon a table, wings flipped primly to her back.

Trip nods here and there at Tevya, one hand discreetly but firmly planted on T'am's shoulder just in case he should think of trying to leave at this point. "It may have to be a darker purple, though. I'm not sure lavender would show up with his hair being so dark and all..." The curls in question are given a long appraising look. "Well, we'll do the best we can with what we have to look at." And the frown on her face says that she doesn't think that's much. This is where the protestations from T'am begin. "I never said -anything- about my hair!" His hair. His precious undyed dark locks...he might cry.

Nancy Waiter-Boy has a name, which he quickly purrls out towards Settitch. "My name's Weenus, by the way." Flutter. "Teal!!!! I /love/ teal!!!" He nearly drops his tray in Settitch's lap, though he prolly wouldn't mind cleaning the mess up after. "Oh yes yes yes...I /must/ try one on!" Squeak. "But what about you?" Slighty pout. "I think you'd look /ravishing/ in peach myself!"

Miralwyn, hands still busy negotiating with L'ion's neck muscles for them to relax, manages to give Mosiah a nod. "Indeed, Moe. Just in time to help me. I've oils and another table already set up." Her deadpan expression slips briefly into wicked amusement. "Consider it a chance to get your hands on people while under Candidate rules."

Legolas makes his way over to Fyria, pushing his way between people to get there. "Hey...Fyria." He says a bit out of breath, "How are you doing?" Looking back at the crowd he shakes his head, "Nice crowd you got going here."

Lavinia waggles her haunches, settling into a regal, arched position to watch the delightful carnage.

"Oh it'll look just lovely T'am! Really. Lavender hair is all the rage." Right. And Tevya was a vtol. "Besides, like Trip here said, it might not show up. It'll be subtle. No one can really tell." That and it was almost to late. Tevya had everything ready. "So are you all set?"

Overhearing Tevya and T'am, Lhana cannot help but pout to herself. But hairdying is -her- job! Well, if Tev's going to do it instead, Lhana's not going to stop her. She's just going to turn away, and look VeryVery Expert-like. Need advice? All-Knowing Sage-Lhana is here to help! She is called away from this occupation, however, by the words of Larnat. Listening, she nods. "Alright then. Really, you'll just have to sleep with your hair in curlers every night." No biggee, right? Riiight. "Soo..how about a nice chin-length bob, with curls?" Sound good?

Fyria giggles at Hyzen, nodding her head towards Moe. "Well, if I didn't know any better, Hy, I'd say you could get a rather nice massage by Moe here, hmm?" Fy winks at the Healer-Candidate before she turns, ears caught by her name. "Legolas! How are you..and..I'm doing well, thank you." She nods, then points towards the tents. "Going to dare our services today?"

Emeri blinks in from ::between::!

Sikkyen saunters in from the Central Bowl.

Gloin, who refuses to leave despite his general disapproval of these "poncy candidate games", is shuffling by Settitch and Weenus and the look he gives the weaver candidate is slightly appraising. "Yeh know lad..." He rumbles in passing as he fingers one of those chunky braids, "Yeh'd look good in braids, I can show yeh how ta make 'em sometime." When he's not nancing about with robes preferably.

L'ion mumbles something about feeling like a well-kneaded lump of dough, even as his eyes half-lid. Of course, his head is faced in the most convenient direction of looking at Miralwyn's cleavage, and he ogles appropriately. Hopefully, she's too busy to notice. "Ughhhmmm....good good...right htere...stay..right...there.."

Ellianna paints another feline face on a little girl. "Oh you look so cute!" She doesn't seem to notice the trend forming. The clique of felines leaving every other child out. Kids will be kids it seems. Alexiou swoops down to see what Elli is doing with all of these Children. She chirps curiously before noticing Risa with her paints. Holding out her tiny talons she hops forward to receive /her/ manicure which is OH so much more important than anyone elses. Something to offset my lovely gold hide, she seems to say.

Nylca has arrived.

Mosiah precedes to try to lead Hyzen over to one of the massage tables, whether she wants to or not. As he passes by Lhana, ex-Healer extends a hand out, snapping a finger in her direction for attention. "Come see me during your break. I get you next. All to myself." Fingers waggle appreciatively before he is releasing Hyzen and rolling up his sleeves.

"Oooh...well, that sounds good," Larnat murmurs. "Go ahead and fix my hair up," she says with a lopsided grin. "This should be interesting..." Smirk. "I might even be able to escape Weyrbrathood forever if my nanny won't recognize me."

T'am looks very, very pouty. Arms fold over his chest and green eyes narrow into a glare that would make any sane person cringe. Obviously, Trip and Tevya are not sane people. The pout warrants him another light slap, this time upside the head, and then Trip more or less treats him like he's her personal male doll, tweaking bits of hair as she tries to picture the end result. "Now don't move about, or Tevya'll probably end up getting dye all over your neck and face."

Settitch bats his eyelashes demurely. Really. I'm not kidding. He actually does a better job of it than most girls, gazing at Weenus adoringly. "You /really/ like the teal? And I think you're /sooo/ right. Peach really does suit my complexion..." He trails off at the sight of a familiar face, standing up and fluttering again with his pile of pastel bathrobes. "OOOoooh! Ooooh! Sikkyen! I have the perfect robe for you!" Apparently, he has a death wish.

Risa hears a chirp, and turns around...face to face with a gold. "Oh my...ah....Ellianna, is she yours?" The young woman peers at the gold, notices the outstretched talons, and breaks into a soft laugh. "Oh my...I take it she'd like a paint job herself, eh?" Chuckle.

Kirana waves a half-sliced cucumber a bit, as if that will attract customers by the dozens. "Berry scrub! You /know/ you want it!" Yes. Of course. Right. She waves, vegetable and all, at Ike as he comes in, "Heya Ike!" Before she beseiges another wandering person, who quickly heads towards the massage tent in responce.

Laytai has arrived.

Sinead is here. "Okay, who needs a customer?!" She shouts out towards the candidates who are holding this.

An' here come those /creatures/ again. One tall, lanky, and lean-muscled, the other slightly shorter, much more solidly built, and muscled like a workrunner. Both in leathers; the first, tall one, in a loose, flowing outfit, the other - of course, oiled to a shine - tight, tight, see-everything-oh-so-nice-and-defined-like breaches, jerkin, tallboots and overcloak. Silver eyes rivet towards Settitch, and he folds his arms, quietly. "Do you /want/ to be murdered?" He calmly - pleasantly! - says to the weaver. "Because I will, you know. Right here, right now, I'll pop your neck so fast that you won't be able to say a word. Twitch. F'ree just rumbles out laughter, and steeeeeeeers him away. Towards.. Kirana. "Hey, Kirz," Ike cheerfully greets.

Fyria subtly sidles up behind Sinead, and nudges her towards Kirana.

Lavinia headtilts from her vantage point, bullwhip tail beginning to twitch in a feline manner at the sight of /another/ gold getting/ attention. With a low keen, she unfurls her wingsails and drifts waveringly to Alexiou's side, only shoving a bit. Hmph.

"Okay..thanks Trip, you're a dear." Tevya and Sane. Were those two words suppose to go together? "Right. Here we go. If this burns, it'll only hurt for a few sevendays. You might have some hairloss too, but it'd be minimal. Only happen on your head. Promise." What confidence. And.. *glop* the first drop of lavender dye falls, Tevya not the best with accuracy, but there's fair chance that she either misses, or it hits T'ams head. Either way, it should be interesting.

Nylca heads along the fence towards the stables.

Laytai walks onto the beach and looks at all the people. "Whoa..." She says, blinking with surprise at all the riders and Weyrfolk.

Weenus visibly pouts as Settitch's attentions are drawn /from/ him, and the young nancy-waiter boy turns...only to squeal like a porcine at Sikkyen. All he needs is a curly-Q tail. "My /Faranth/!!! LOOK at those leathers!!" You could almost see the drool on this boys face. Okay, so Settitch had a good reason to turn away. "Oh yes yes yes...a robe for him, a robe for /him/!" Flutter.

"What a lovely idea, Fyria," comes Hyzen's reply before she's swept away by Mosiah, grinning broadly. "You've changed in the Turns since I last saw you," she comments in idle conversation to the healerite. She'd be pushing her luck to try low and breathy on him, so sticks to a pleasant tone. Perching on the table, she crosses her legs and leans forward towards Mosiah with a wide grin. "So what am I supposed to be doing again?" Eyelash flutter is given, lips twitching between a nice smile and a leering one. Must be good.

Lhana turns about at Moe's finger-snapping to give him a smirk. "No problem." Giving him a saucy wink for good measure, the hair-candie turns back about to concentrate on the Business At Hand. Namely, Larnat's hair. "Al/righty/ then," she says brightly, picking up her scissors. "Now, try not to move -too- much - I don't want to accidentally stab you." And just in case that thought alarms the girl, she offers a reassuring giggle as well. Wouldn't want to scare the customers, after all.

Sinead chuckles and goes in Kirana's direction, facials it is. "Hello hello, need a customer?" Cause she's here :)

Miralwyn is unaware of any ogling, but would probably just ignore it if she /was/. "MMmm." she notes in reply, moving back to the other side of the sprawling L'ion and removing any view of her somewhat limited charms as she finishes the neck massage. "Now," And the fiendish pot of therapeutic heating oil is selected. "Let us see about soothing that shoulder injury." Her own hand protected from the heat by previous oiling, she slathers a thick layer on the offending muscle, looking pleased as the skin turns a cheery red. "Now don't mind if it feels a little hot," she reassures.

Kirana grins at Ike as she sets the cucumber aside, it was scaring more people than it was attracting, "Hows things? Which tent you workin' at?" She asks the stablehand-candidate curiously as she fiddles with the arrangments of lotions and scrubs on one table. F'ree gets a grin too. She's an equal oppertunity grinner. "Aw, be nice to him Ike, he...uh...means well." This is said while eyeing the ever nancing Settitch. "Oh! Hi there!" She beeeams at Sinead. "If you want a facial, I do! Do you?"

Ellianna glances over to Risa at her comment and blushes profusely "Oh yes she is." Clearing her throat she continues. "She is a bit nippy if she doesn't get her way." With a sigh Elli makes it plain that the gold lizard is more in charge than she is. Al just looks back and forth as the conversation flows around her. She noses at the royal purple as if she knows what will match her mood and color perfectly. Elli just tries to ignore the scene her lizard is making as she paints faces of the children who seem to be in a never ending line. No rest in sight. "Be nice Al." She comments at last as Al nearly knocks over the purple in her haste to be next in line.

T'am lets out a very unmanly squeal as the first glob of dye strikes somewhere on the back of his head. So far it just feels cold, but "Burn?! Hairloss?!" Trip, noticing the white-knuckled grip the bronzerider has on the arms of his chair, offers a soothing, "I'm sure that won't happen, she's only warning you as a precaution. It hardly ever happens like that." Giving him a beaming smile, she adds, "Besides, if some hair does fall out, I'm it'll grow right back." See? Nothing to worrry about?

Mosiah still manages to tower over Hyzen even if she is sitting up on a table. "You want to strip for me.. and get the full oily treatment? Or, I suppose I could give you a massage over your shirt. But, you know... I just can't get the right feel for you if I don't get the bare skin." He flashes the greenrider a wink before gesturing to the side to a changing area, complete with robes. He flickers a glance over his shoulder to Lhana, giving her a wink as well, in appreciation for the one she gave him.

The Harpers resume their slow, lazy afternoon tunes as the sun travereses across the cobalt sky. A flutist stands, the notes of her instrument fluttering from ear to ear like a lost butterfly-song.

Sinead nods towards Kirana. "Sure," she offers with a chuckle. "I'm here for a facial, and if you're giving them," snicker. "But if anything happens I'll find a way to have you all out on the sands from now until the hatching."

Sikkyen turns; overcloak swishes dangerously about his heels, giving him a definate Grey One/Darth Vader type ominousness to him. He sends Weeny --er, Weenus -- a withering glare, the scowl marring his fair features; then, he turns back. "Just got here," he mutters, before turning and ambling off. Hm. What to do.. what to do.. Ooo. Watch a rider's shoulder turn beet red! Fast-forward sunburn! Whoo/hoo/!

Settitch replies to Ike with nothing more than a long, girlish, sigh of longing as the ex-'hand strolls away. And if his eyes happen to track his posterior, well... *cough* He sighs again to Weenus. "Isn't he /dreamy/...? But he /won't/ wear /lace/! And I think it would look /so/ handsome."

L'ion hrmphs as Miralwyn moves out of his line of sight. Ah, well...the view was nice while it lasted. "Y'know, I think Igen really could usssEEEEE!!!" The brownrider, manly man that he is, practically /shrieks/. "Farnath's talons girl...you trying to boil me?" He glares, amber eyes on her a moment before he settles down again...facing her once more. Tactic works. "Proceed...but /easy/ on the hot oil," he growls. And ogles accordingly.

Larnat snickers. She /wouldn't/ have come here after all if she'd thought her life in any danger. "Feel free to cut away," she says with a smile and wink. Getting comfortable in her chair she sighs and prepares herself for a bit of a wait.

Kirana gives Sinead a wide eyed, innocent look, "Anything happen? What in the world could happen?" Best not to answer. Well...she has a vic-- er...customer! "Please! Please, sit!" She encourages, gesturing to the chair with the scrub and lotion filled table beside it. "So...what sort of facial would you like? I've got...berry scrub, some more lotion things, and this sea-salt scrub thing. I think I have scents too...yes, I do." Somewhere.

"Minimal, T'am. Minimal hair loss," Tevya responds, before adding more to T'ams head. Drip..drip..splat. And then the bowl is empty and T'am has a nice redfruit sized glop of lavender dye on his head. And then fingers are massaging the dye into scalp as Tevya says, "I'll see the hair come out first. So there's really no reason to worry. Just let me know if it starts to hurt. Then we might have a problem."

Lavinia emits a rather menacing clickpurr at Alexiou, eyes whirling quite the same hue of the purple nail-er...Talon polish. If /anyone/ gets special treatment, Lavi does, also!

Weenus shakes his head, girlish locks swinging around his ears. "Mmm...yummy, is the perfect word for it, Weaver." Giggle. He flips his hand after Sikkyen, lifting a nose. "Well. /Some/ people just don't know good taste when they see it...now /you/..." and he flips his hand downward towards Settitch, fluttering his eyes "..have some /fine/ taste." Brotha.

Sinead chuckles as she listens to Kirana. "I've been a candidate before, I know /all/ about it," she points out with a grin before taking a seat. "And I've never had a facial before, but the berry scrub sounds nice," noddle."

Risa laughs softly, waggling a finger towards the gold flitter. "I'm not sure if that's a good idea, Ellianna. I mean...I 've never painted the, ah, 'talons', of anyone except a person." Hopefully, the gold won't hold it against her. "Feel free to grab a colour and paint for yourself, though?" She eyes the long line of kidlets. "That is...if you have time." Grin.

Four lizzens, each perfect, dandy, and - well - evil, emerge from :: between :: as one, and drape themselves over Ike's form. Drape-ness. Yeaaaah. He plops down next to the brownrider-candie combination. His thoughts? The brownrider screams like a wuss. At the /little/est things. "How you doin', Wyn?" Weeny and Itch are ignored. Completely.

Lhana cuts rapidly and precisely, suddenly aware that other people may be waiting for a haircut. It's a good thing she seems to have mastered the art of QuickCutting. "Ah, thank you." Snipsnipsnip. "So, enjoying the spa so far? I think it's just a lovely idea. Going to take advantage of it as soon as I can get a break. Especially those massages." Her eyes flutter over to a certain someone working on massages. Smirk.

Hyzen looks up at the noise from T'am, one brow twitching upwards. A shrug given as she then turns back to Mosiah with a beam. "Oh, I could do that... but so many people and with that," she reaches out to flick at his candidate knot, "it won't be happening." Winking, she jumps down and... sashays towards the changing area... appearing a few moments later in a nice, clean robe. Back to Mosiah, she gracefully gets back on the table. "So tell me what to do."

"Well, I've never done it before, so I'm winging it just a bit." Confides Kirana, though it's probably not the best thing to confess to your customers. "But I know the general idea!" She's quick to assure. "Wonderful! That's our specialty!" She thinks it is anyway. She takes up the scrub, and begins to apply it to the guards face with surprising deftness for only one try before her. "Just relax..." She trails off, waving a hand briefly, "Oli! Hey!"

Wyn is going to catch on to the ploy, eventually. Right? Don't count on it. The bright young woman can be rather single-minded when it comes to a task at hand. Like a massage. With ruthless precision, the HealerCandie swoops in, fingers working to reduce the stubborn shoulder muscle to submission. L'ion may as well enjoy the ogling while it lasts. She nods to Sikkyen. "Doing well... trying out a new oil that was being experimented with back at Healer Hall." Aww, now doesn't that sound so reassuring to L'ion. He's an experimental subject. But... it works.

Oliana comes dashing in with...refreshments! Yay! What papmered rider wouldn't want cold water or redfruit juice? Both are carried carefully on the small tray she's got with her. "Sorry I'm late!" she says brightly, finding a smooth rock to set the drinks down upon.

And F'ree wanders, looking for something to do. Unfortunately, the only interesting things in the bluerider's line of sight are the infamous Weeny and Itch, so he wanders within overhearing space - and within their obvious line of sight - and munches on some random, borrowed-from-the-kitchens goody. Mmm. Eavesdropping With Food.

Fyria heads over towards one of the food tents, selecting a glass of water for herself as she returns and mingles with the crowd. A familiar voice, and she turns...giving Oliana a huge grin. "Olia!! Just in time hun...over there, over there!!" She points towards the food boths which have begun to look rather empty.

Larnat thinks for a moment before shrugging. "Mayhap a facial after this?" she ponders aloud. Eyes staring up at the sky, her eyes float lazily, gazing for any dragons. Dragonspotting. Quite interesting if you're stranded for a bit. "Isn't Miralwyn doing the massages?" she asks, scratching her nose. She'd need a facial; she might contract a sunburn.

T'am remains wide-eyed and white-knuckled in his seat, only extreme restraint and the reassurance of his dragon, who seems to think that lavender would compliment the pink of Yajisarath's weyr (only Farleth could think such thoughts while his rider is being tortured), keep him from bolting. "Oh yes, thats going to look wonderful!" Trip claps, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "It doesn't hurt, does it?" She immediately waves the qestion away, "Of course it doesn't."

"You need to lay down so that I can have my way with you." Moe simply grins at her, before startling and waving a hand to the table, "On your stomach, that is." He moves around to the other side of the table, placing a cushioning towel down before wandering to the side to scrub up. Once that is done, he glances to the array of oils, both hot and 'luke warm' set out. He approaches the table once more, smiling to Hyzen, "So, do you like it rough or gentle? Or are you a virgin when it comes to this?"

Sinead chuckles slightly before doing as suggested and relaxing. Of course, if the candidate doesn't know what she's doing than there's always a chance of a mess up, but at least it can be claimed on not knowing....

Alexiou ignores Lavinia as the inferior she of course is. /She/ is the most important thing in her humanpet's life and that means she is most important of all correct? She holds out her talons imperiously. Aside from all of that she was here first and so gets treatment first as well. Screeching at Risa for not complying she grabs a bottle and tosses it to the floor. It wasn't the color she wanted of course. She isn't stupid. Ellianna Blushes dark red and tries to grab Al as she makes a pest of herself. The lizard seems to think that if her talons can't be painted that the floor is the perfect place for all of the paints. Elli has tears in her eyes as she apologizes to Risa for the horrid behavior of her Firelizard. "Al you go home now!" She states as her lizard ignores her and hops closer to Risa once more with the royal purple paint in her teeth.

"Oh it'll be lovely. Really T'am. Easy does it. You've no reason to fear. I know what I'm doing now. It's all fairly simple. I put the dye on, I rub it in and then you're done." Tevya's practical comments are given lightly, a brush of faint humor in her tone before there's a pause when rubbing stops and Tevya says, "Ooops."

Sikkyen goes home.

Oliana beams at Fyria. "Oh, I see. Alright then," she says, picking up the tray again and putting it in on of the indicated food booths. "So! What is happening to everyone?" she asks Fyria, motioning to the riders and candidates with on arm while the other smooths at her clothing. Must look respectable, or who will want her to help? "Did I miss anything yet?"

"Settitch," purrs back the owner of that name to Weenus, still ogling Sikkyen with the same intensity that L'ion is turning on Miralwyn's *cough* Yeah. He's ogling. And then Sikkyen goes away. Sob. Tragic, truly! "So what are /you/ doing here, then? REally, you've got excellent taste yourself... not like the rest of these... barbarians." Flutter.

A rustle of wings, a low creel, and Lavinia sidesteps away with a miff from the /immature/, /certainly/ more inferior queen. Ignored by the painter-of-talons, she contents herself by swaying slowly, making eyes at the males. Flutter. Preen. Yes...

L'ion's busy with distraction...but not too busy that he doesn't hear the word 'experiment.' "What?!" Squeak. Yes, manly L'ion squeaks. "Bah...getaway you crazy Healer girl!" He sits up abruptly...watching the towel drop. Everyone look! The brownrider blushes like no tomorrow, grabbing at the towel and abruptly disappearing behind the screen. He reappears, glaring at Miralwyn. "Thank you lass," he says through gritted teeth. Well, his neck doesn't hurt, but he'll never admit it. Instead, he stalks off, hunting for his lifemate, and muttering something about women.

Kirana forgot the most important part! "Oh...you need these!" Two slim slices of cucumber are place delicatly over Sineads closed eyelids. (At least, lets hope they're closed!) "Alright." Satisfied she goes back to work, using her fingertips to work the scrub against the girls face. She picks up a bowl of warm water, "Hmmm. Now...lets rinse that off? And then you can choose from either some sort of scented thing, or a thing that you leave on...called a mask." Doesn't she sound all professional?

Hyzen pauses, giving Mosiah a coy look before she slowly does as she's told, laying upon her stomach and pulling the towel to her. Resting her head on it, she relaxes on the table, carefully watching all that goes on. Despite her proddy state, she still retains that assistant weyrlingmaster gaze upon 'her' candidates. "Never had a massage before," she murmurs, rolling her eyes to regard Mosiah with a keen look. "Whichever, doesn't matter much to me." An almost purring tone. "You know, these sharding tables aren't very comfortable."

Fyria twinkles towards Oliana, waving her hand. "Don't worry, the drinks'll prolly be scoffed up soon enough." She crosses her arms with a faint half-smile, looking a bit smug. "This is turning out well...ah, if you like, you can just dawdle along and see who needs help?" Or just sit and observe. Like Fy.

Sinead does have her eyes closed, thankfully, while resting comfortably. And so she sits until Kirana suggests the rinsing off. "Okay, if it's that time," she offers before snickering. "Scented thing or a mask? Definatly something to think on," she notes, a joking tone in her voice.

Oliana seemed to have overheard a bit of that from Moe. She's got ears when it comes to his voice. Oliana's face--bright and shiny and blushingly happy at finally catching up with the spa day--falls. The girl sniffs, and reties the apron around her waist more out of being fidgety and less because it needed it. "Well. It's a proper Weyr Spa Party," she drawls, inclining her head to Fyria. "I think I'll stay out of it." Glare. Jealous, quirky little gal, isn't she?

"What?!" Oh sweet Faranth, he's bald! That, of course, is the first thought to fling its way into T'am's head when Tevya's /almost/ relaxing massaging of the dye into his hair stops. The "Oh dear..." uttered by Trip, doesn't help his confidence. "Teeeevyaaaa!" Whine. He's starting to panic...

Risa eeps and growls at the flitter, waving a nailfile at her. "Give that /back/!!" Oooo....Risa thinks at this point that Alexiou would look lovely as a wall ornament. Ellianna's look causes her to ohh softly though, and the manicurist gives her a pat on the shoulder. "Don't mind it all, my dear. It's only nailpaint," which cost her a good mark at the last trader gather.

Lhana quickly completes her cutting, leaving Larnat's hair a nice, chin length. "There," she says, smiling to herself in the supremest form of self-satisfaction. Oh, yes. She is /good/. Or at least, she thinks so. Cough. "Alright, now I just have to..." she begins, and then quickly trails off as she catches sight of L'ion's towel-droppage. Oooh. Or rather - "Err." She giggles, and then, shaking her head, she comments, "I just -knew- that was gonna happen to someone."

Miralwyn was looking. And doesn't bat an eye. Ah, the joys of being weyrbred. "Nice anatomical specimen," she murmurs aside to any listeners, looking amused. She's back to bland as L'ion returns. "You're welcome!" she calls after the departing and blushing brownrider, cleaning the massage table, before calling in a louder tone. "Next up for a massage?"

"It's..nothing a little cross brushing wont cure! Honest!" Tevya comments, putting her hands back into T'am's hair. "I'll just do this and..um..that. Maybe putting a little bit over there.." Hair is promptly brushed to the side as Tevya continues getting the dye in T'am's hair, before she grins. "See? How's that look Trip?" Not that there was anything wrong. The whoops was for the spot of dye that had accidently dropped a little lower then Tevya had hoped. No missing hair. No bald spots. Yet. Tevya was only half done afterall. "Have confidence T'am. I think this is really turning out to be lovely."

Weenus positively glows under Settitch's attention. "Ohhh.../lovely/ name, my de--Settitch." He twirls a ringlet idly, swinging a little as he stands, tray completely forgotten. "Oh I /know/, isn't it, like, horrible? I mean...all these folks you'd /think/..." Ugh! Travesty. Eyelashes flutter again as he flashes the Weaver a smile of perfect teeth. "Y'know, I'd love to see /you/ in oiled leathers myself." Teehee!

Larnat nods and stands up, quite pleased at the state of her hair. "Thanks, this is great..." she murmurs with a grin. Catching Lhana's 'Err.' she turns over to the general direction and her face turns bright red as she hastens to stand up. "Ah, yes, that facial might be good now," she says, and with a grin back to Lhana, she begins to wander over to Kirzana, perhaps.

Kirana giggles as she takes a soft towel, dipped in the water, and begins to remove the scrub as best she can without totally drenching the poor guard under her minstrations. "Sorry about any splashes...." She adds absently as she works. As she almost finishes with the scurb she questions, "So, made that oh-so-huge decision yet? Mask or...oily scented stuff?" Seeing Larnat starting towards her she waves, "Hiiii!" Beam.

From above, Zylpheth circles in from the bowl.
From above, Zylpheth drops down towards the beach.
Zylpheth clatters down from above.
Kh'ryn slides down from the cloudy peaks of Zylpheth's neck, leaving the breathtaking view behind.
Lianta wanders in from the Central Bowl.

Sinead offers the best shrug she can. "Splashes smashes," she offers with a chuckle. "Doesn't matter," she notes. "Umm, mask, I believe I will have to try the mask."
Zylpheth goes home.

"Leathers? What?" Settitch was momentarily distracted by Lion's sudden display of... embarassment. "Ooooh, leather's lovely, lovie, but I really just /couldn't/ carry it off," Flutter, Chirp. "I'm really more into sisals, myself..." Soft, cute and cuddly. Just like Settitch?

Lhana waves to Larnat as she heads on her merry (or at least she hopes she's merry) way. "My pleasure, dear!" she calls, and then turns back to surveying the crowd. "Haircuts!" she calls again. "Haircut-dye-washing-styling! Come for a free hair-makeover from Yours Truly!" That being herself, of course. And who could resist her, after all.
./?

Lianta dashes back to the beach for a quick whatever. A facial, feeding people, relieving someone, whatever. She does it all, but rumor says that she gives a pretty good foot massage.

Trip adds her encouragement to Tevya's. "It's fine T'am, really. The color isn't turning out the way I'd hoped, but you'll have some lovely purple highlights throughout." She seems very disappointed. "Your hair is just so sharding -dark-!" None of this really reassures T'am, who lets out a suffering sigh and squeezes his eyes shut, rather hoping that if he concentrates they'll all go away and he'll be back in his weyr with his regular hair.

Hyzen has disconnected.

Kh'ryn wanders in on the party-like atmosphere, staring in awe at the event unfolding. Remembering something about "Spa-day" or some such thing, the bluerider weaves his way through the groups, curiously peeking at this, and looking at that. At the mention of hair cuts, however, the blond man ducks out of view. No way any shears are coming near /his/ head!

"Well..we do have more lavender over there?" Tevya offers towards Trip. T'ams protests are not heard, or they are and Tevya just keeps trying to reassure the bronzer. "I can always add a second layer. I think his hair can stand it still." And that bantering about premature baldness isn't helping any. "Or we can add some blue to even it out." Glance finds Trip once more as Tevya asks, "What do you think? Go with another layer of lavender, or throw in some blue?"

Miralwyn shakes her head as there are no takers for furthur massages. Oh c'mon. It was /L'ion's/ fault the towel slipped. After all, he was the one ogling and not paying attention to his garments. "Massages," intones the HealerCandie. "Perfect for treating the aches and pains of sweeps, Fall, and squabbling weyrmates." There. She did a spiel.

Fyria chats idly with a nanny, nodding her head before lifting her gaze briefly to scan the crowd. Spotting Kh'ryn, she gives the bluerider a wave, points the nanny towards the food tents, and slowly weaves her way over next to the bluerider. "Heya Khory...come to sample some of our offerings?"

Kirana looks delighted as she wipes away the last of the berry scented scrub. "Fabulous!" Except she drawls it out, more like: Fah-bu-lous! One would expect a 'dahling' afterwards. A thick, greenish goop in a dish is picked up and she begins to smear it across Sinead's cheeks. "The scrub took away the dirt and other little bad, grimy bits from your skin, refreshing it, while this will soften it, and nuture it." She adds. Quoting the healer maybe? With her own couple of words.

Lavinia croons sweetly, wedgehead and wheeling eyes now questing for any sort of attention. Otherwise.....bad things may happen. Bad, bad things. Wheaten hide shimmers as the little gold spots the two swooning young men cavorting animatedly about. They'll give in to her /beauty/, will they not? She flaps in a less-than-dignified way over to Weenus and Settitch. Hallooo, boys!

Sinead nods slightly as she returns her eyes to closed, not wanting to get any of the green goop in them. "Sounds like a nice and healthy treat," she offers with a grin and a nod.

Emeri suddenly disappears ::between::!

Ellianna turns away from the next child in line to deal with her lizard. "Stop it now!" She cries out, for once upset enough to yell at her gold. "You can't do this to anyone. It isn't as if you are a dragon! A dragon would have more sense in her head!" Elli's face is red as she faces her firelizard for the first time. "Leave the paints alone or you won't be allowed to eat from my plate for a week!" Alexiou turns towards her humanpet with a small mewl of appology. She gives Risa a nasty look as if it is her fault for this. Al flutters her wings and looks cutely towards Elli as if all will be forgiven. She lashes her tail in the directions of the paints as if to knock off more. It would seem an accidental fall this time though. Cunning disguise for revenge. Only one bottle topples though, the royal purple. Al eyes the pretty color on the floor with a wistful air as she settles meekly (supposedly) On Elli's shoulder.

Weenus takes a step back, eyes flitting up and down Settitch's form, lingering on certain spots longer than others before he nods. "Yes yes, you are soooo right my dear Weaver! Sisal is, like, /so/ much better for you---eeee!! Get that thing /away/ from me!" he shrieks, nearly jumping into Settitch's arms. He does duck behind the Weaver, though, chittering louder than a flit himself. "Getitaway...getitiaway!!"

Oliana is trying to avert her eyes from the various flashes of flesh she's apparently being bombarded with. Poor holdbred type. Her face a deep red, she finally turns slightly so she's not fully facing the general group. Just in case someone else wants to shake something out in public. Oli clears her throat. "Well, anyway...er. I asked for a few drudgees to bring out some fresh foods. Light things, like fruits, to go along with the whole idea of health that I thought the spa might be promoting." She's talking as if it were a franchise o.o "Of course, who knows if anyone in the kitchens will have the time" She shifts slightly.

Kh'ryn nearly jumps when Fyria sidles up beside him, but grins when he sees who it is. "Um.. Depends. What exactly /are/ you offering?" he asks. A nod towards the hair cutting area, and the bluerider winces. "Just not that..." Eyes dart towards Miralwyn's table, and he bites his lip.. hmm.. A massage, perhaps? "She," he then queries, pointing towards Wyn, "Any good at backrubs?"

Larnat grinning at Kirana's 'Hi' she walks over quickly to the woman, peering at her work. "I was thinking about a facial, perhaps?" she murmurs with a slight grin. "After you're done there, of course," she amends, fingering her new chin-length curls. "Just take care with my hair," she murmurs. "Just got it cut. Don't want any pastes or goo in it."

Kirana nods, looking quite pleased at the whole she-is-knowledgable fact. "Yes, well, it's quite wonderful for your skin." She says knowingly. "Oh! And the cucumbers..." She trails off, looking oddly down at the veggie-slices. "Well...they...umm...no one /knows/ exactly." She admits as if conveying a big secret. "But they're important." Sagenod. Larnat gets a twinkly smile, "Of course! It looks beautiful by the way! Well while her mask dries," She gestures to Sinead, "I can get started on you. Just have a seat..."

Fyria fixes Kh'ryn with a look, but considering the busy-ness of the day, refrains from commenting in a saucy manner to that question. "Well, we've massages, facials, manicures...of which even /T'am/ is getting," she thinks "...pedicures. Oh, and some food, wine, juices. A day to relax," and she gives him a quick wink. "Y'all have earned it...oh, Wyn?" Fy crosses her arms, leaning to peer towards the tent. "Oh yes...she's a Healer, or was. I highly recommend her services." Fyria says this with a completely straight face.

Settitch looks puzzled at the sudden outburst of shrieking from his partner-in-sighs. The gold flitterby spotted, he starts crooning happy little noises. "OOOoooHHH! What a pretty little firelizard! Here, lovie!! Come see Settitch! Hmmm, wouldn't you look nice with a lace collar?" he muses. Does he ever give up? No.

Sinead appears to sleep, really, she does, but she isn't. In fact, she's sitting their, mask on her face, green goopie stuff, she should keep it on for a bit and scare the kidlets with.

Lianta will be heading over to either the Kirana or the Wyn area, wondering which to do. Throw smelly mud on people's faces, or whack their shoulders. Hmmm. Perplexing, no? She'll bounce over to Fyria and see where she ends up. "Fyriaaa! How's all? Everything going good?" As in, 'No disasters, like more Settitchs?'

Kh'ryn nods, looking satisfied. "Fine. A massage then.. And," here he graces Fyria with one of his most charming smiles; even tinged with a blush, it's still a killer. "If you'd be so kind as to get me a glass of Sparkling white? Truly appreciate it."

Thats it! T'am has had enough. Without warning, the bronzerider bolts from his seat. "No more layers! No more colors! No...no more!" *sob* "I'm going home!" Trip, mentally berating herself for not keeping a firmer hand on the boy, puts both hands on her hips. "Oh come now..." But her exhasperated taunts (and she does have some good ones stored up) are no use, the bronzerider is through. "It's lavender enough." he says to Tevya before stalking out of the tent, leaving an open-mouthed Trip staring after him.

Risa shrieks again as the gold knocks over the bottle, and noticing Ellianna's glare just glares right back. "It's not /my/ fault, dearie, that your gold flit is worse than proddy at the moment!" Uh oh. The P-word. With a sulk, she turns around and stalks back deeper into the tent. Probably to organize nailfiles.

T'am goes home.

Lavinia is, like, /such/ a tool.(note Weeny in Settich's arms..) After nearly blinking ::between:: the moment one of them began squealing, she hesitates at a steady hover, head tilting to scrutinize. Deeming the man worthy, she settles down on his shoulder, purrhumming. Yes. Love her.

Miralwyn, readying her basket of oils, and arranging fresh towels on her table, somehow overhears Fyria at the other tent and nods, with an equally straight face. Of course, Wyn's face is /usually/ straight. "Perfectly qualified, I assure you," she calls over to Kh'ryn. "Not an unsatified customer yet." Even if, breifly, there was a naked one. "If you'll change into this towel and lie down on the table, face down?" She holds out another of the large fluffy objects.

Weenus isn't deterred, and cringes as Settitch actually /beckons/ to the horrid winged...thing. "NO no no...don't /attract/ it, Settitch!!" Shriek. He cowers quite nicely, clinging to Settitch like a leech. And Weenus is like a leech in more ways than one.

Several weyrbrats run amock through the crowd, squealing happily as they toss bits of fruit and colorful handfuls of foam at each other, and anyone unlucky enough to get in their way.

Lhana heaves an exasperated sigh, as all her calling and waving about doesn't seem to be attracting any customers. So, glancing about, she decides to just -leave- her all but deserted little hairstation, perusing the crowd as she hums to herself. Sidling up to Fy - she's not too busy at the moment, is she? - she laments, "I wish we could have a /dance/, too..." If only because she's bored at the moment.

Larnat's face brightens and she takes the proferred chair. "Ah, thanks," she says. "Glad you like it." She spots the weyrbrats and yelps, climbing high up on her chair like a spinster trying to avoid the mice. "Make it dry faster! They're going to splatter me!"

Oliana looks around her and pulls up one of the chairs left by a resident on his (or her? Hard to tell under the mask) way to wash off their mask and head out. She sits primly there for a few moments before finally taking a deep breath. "Anyone ... need any help?" she ventures. No use being of no use.

Fyria, in turn, fixes Kh'ryn with one of her most dazzling smiles, and bows slightly, hand outstretched towards the tent. "After you, Bluerider Kh'ryn...and but of course. White it is." Too bad she has no Benden Cross...but then again, today is a relaxing day which she's rather enjoying. With a saucy jaunt, she heads towards the food tent and procurs a glass of wine, arriving back at the massage tent a few moments later.

Settitch looks puzzled some more. Although he doesn't seem the least bit inclined to pry Weenus off of him. In fact he offers a flurry of reassuring pats to the other nancy boy's shoulder. "There there!" he chirps. "No need to be afraid of her. In fact, she looks /lovely/ with your hair!"

Fyria nudges Lhana with a soft grin. "Perhaps...if everyone's not asleep by then." Grin.

Kirana does remind Sinead, "Don't move your face. It'll crack." Larnat is giggled at, "You'll be /fine/." The facial-doer soothes as she drapes a cloth around her. "See? All safe. Now, would you like a berry scrub to start? Or a sented sea-salt scrub?" Decisions decisions. Oli gets a grin, "Want to help me? If your not busy?"

Lavinia rustles those gorgeous pinions, pleased to be the center of some attention. She milks this further, neck craning forwards to allow her a better view of Weenus. Chirp!

Kh'ryn thanks Fyria, before turning to eye the towel wearily, the heat rising upon his cheeks. "Um... Well.. Alright." He wanders towards Wyn and her setup, still looking doubtful. Rider finally gives in, and discards of all of his clothing behind the nearby screen, making sure the towel is wrapped securely around his hips before laying down on the table. A tiny bit of orange peeks out from under said cloth, betraying the fact that he left on his shorts. On his tummy now, he wrenches his head around to look up at Miralwyn. "Just.. no.. ah.. going below the belt, you hear?" Though, since he isn't wearing a belt, that can't truly be taken literally.

Sinead would nod, or chuckle, but it seems she's rather stuck in just not moving. So she keeps her face nice and still, that way it won't crack on her, want to be sure she can scare the poor little kidlets.

Oliana pushes herself up and wanders over to Kirana. "Sure!" she says, spirits perhaps uplifted at finding a relatively safe job to help with. "What would you like me to do, Kirana?" She bends over Larnat slightly, examining Kirana's work critically. "You just slab stuff on and rub or let dry, right?"

Weenus is a wimp. Obviously. "Setttttittttch, " he whines, eyes screwed shut tighter than the pants Ike's wearing. "Those things are /horrid/!! They think certain...parts....are like /meatrolls/!!!" There. The source of Weenus' inherent fear of firelizards. It all boils down to a meatroll, folks.

Legolas has disconnected.

Larnat pauses to think for a minute, eyes fingering the weyrbrats warily even while she's contemplating her choice of scrub. As Oliana rushes over, Larnat's broken out of her little reverie and shakes her head, eyes fluttering from previous inactiveness. "Ah, urr, how about the sea-salt?" she suggests. "Or maybe the berry'd be better...yes, the berry," she decides firmly, nodding her head for emphasis.

Lhana brightens at that idea, if only marginally. That still doesn't help her in finding something to do -now-, after all. "Oh, wouldn't that be just lovely?" she grins, and then moves along, thinking she might as well find herself some more customers. Passing Settitch, and hearing the word 'hair', she heads over in that direction, hovering next to them pleasantly. "Speaking of which," hair that is, "How would you two like to head over in this direction. I'm sure I could do some simply -lovely- things with your hair." Beam. At Weenus's whining, now, her beam dampens, and she quickly suppresses a giggle. Okay, maybe that was a -bit- too much information for her taste. "Um."

Lavinia is looking hungry, too. Eyebat. One dainty paw ventures gingerly to Weenus' shoulder. Hey, doll. Come here often?

Fyria is distracted for a moment by a rather handsome young man, eyes bright as she chatters with him lightly about some occasion of the weyr. Her cheeks flush momentarily, her nodding as she takes her leave and arrives at the massage tent, wineglass in hand. "Here you go, Khors. And there's more where this came from, if you need it." Fy sets it on a table near Wyn, gives the Candidate a quick wink and says "Take especially good care of this one." Ehem. With that, she sashays herself out into the crowd once more.

Lianta has disconnected.

Kirana grins at Oli, "Well, I've still got this one," She gestures to the masked Sinead, "And it's about time to take off the mask...does it feel hard Sinead? Stiff like?" To Oliana she explains, "When its hard we take it off with some nice oil stuff." Larnat is then gestured to, "Then I've got her, just starting. Gotta put the scrub on her. Berry scrub? Wonderful choice! Smells yum."

As the children pass, they're laughter and giggles are replaced by the rumbles of approaching dragons, as more riders and their lifemates land nearby, ready to enjoy the relaxing treat spread out for their pleasure. A few of the greenriders are already dressed in swim-clothes, and make a b-line towards the mudpacks.

Miralwyn notes the orange and lifts an eyebrow. But says nothing. Once more she readies oil, warms her hands and begins work, fingers tracing along the bluerider's spine and seeking out any misbehaving muscle groups. A quiet laugh at the man's plea. "Really," she drawls. "That would be unethical. Just relax, or I'll bring out my muscle heating oil and make you do so anyways. Now, where have you been finding tightness lately?"

Oliana beams at Larnat, but doesn't say anything at first. She only uses berries in things like bubblies, afterall. It's to Kirana she looks, brows arching expectantly. "Oil?" She checks her apron again. "Alright. I can help with that." A shimmer of a smile flashes through her eyes. "This'll be easy!"

Sinead nods in answer to Kirana, definatly feels hard enough to her, her face anyway...

Ellianna gathers her paints and the kids she is in charge of. A firm hand on her rude gold she waves apologetically to Risa as she walks towards the nurseries and her work.

Settitch blinks. And blinks some more. And then titters a laugh. "Ohhhh! You're so /silly/!" he giggles. "They don't do /that/, lovie!! Now, let's go see Lhana and get our hair done, yes?" A quick little pat to Weenus' hand, and another one to the firelizard.

Larnat looks a tad doubtful but swallows her anxiety and settles down. "Alright then, if you're sure it'll be easy..." Slight snicker. "Eh, hopefully it'll be better than when the /five year old weyrbrats/ decided to give me one. They smeared me with fingerpaint and told me to let it dry...It was awful. Ah, well, I'm sure your capable," she mutters. Hopefully.

Kh'ryn turns his head back around, landing his chin upon crossed arms. At the first touch of oiled hands, he stiffens slightly, before finally allowing his body some level of relaxation. He eyes his wine glass thristily, but does not ask for it. Instead, he replies to the candidates question. "Mostly my lower back, from so much motion caused by hauling firestone." Though, if you look closely, the skin is tight over taunt muscles shows that the hard work certainly pays off on his physique.

The housekeeper arrives to cart Lianta off to bed.

Kirana claps her messy hands together, though luckily she doesn't splatter around. "Great!" she motions to the oil, and cloth. "There're diffrent smells, not strong, just...nice. And they're warm. And soft. And our hands'll get soft too!" She exclaims. "Sinead, Oli's gonna take over for me on you, alright?" She adds to the guard as she begins to mix the berry scrub, and, instructing Larnat to hold still, begins to massage it into her face.

Oliana smiles reassuringly to Larnat. Oh sure. The baker will be much better at facials..."Sinead?" she turns, looking for the guard. "Ah! Now, what point are you at?" she asks her. "What do you want? What are you...er...trying to.../accomplish/." She trying her best to look like she knows exactly what she's talking about. Just put the stuff on and take it off, right?

Lhana ignores any mention of firelizards and ...err... meatrolls, lest she should find herself unable to regain her composure. Instead, she just beams professional-like at Settitch and Weenus. "Yes, shall we? My haircutting-station is just over there." And she gestures, the very picture of Official-ness. And breezily, she takes off in that direction, pausing briefly every now and then to make sure they're still following. Wouldn't want to lose her customers, after all.

Sinead offers a nod towards Kirana, or would if she could. Issa Oli. "Yup," is a muffled reply. "the mask is dry," may be able to be heard through the mask. As for accomplishing, she doesn't know what it is she wants to accomplish.

Ellianna goes home.
Alexiou gracefully disappears ::between::!

Larnat sits back and sighs. Ah, good, rest and relaxation for a moment. Maybe she'd truly look different. Maybe the nannies wouldn't recognize her! Naw, too much to hope for. She avoids speaking, merely giving a slight nod of acceptance.

Tevya goes home.

Miralwyn's hands continue to move in a gentle circular pattern, their heels used to dig in against the more stubborn knots and masses. Noting that he's still a little tense, she keeps up her best attempt at small talk. Apparently the classes in bedside manner actually got through a little bit. Or something. "Ah yes, repetetive strain," she agrees. "Do you ever try and do any stretches before starting work? It can save a good deal of pain later... Tell me, is that easy any?"

A shy looking greener wanders towards Lhana's area, and quietly asks, "R you the one who does the 'air cuts?" Her thick accent shows that she's more than likely from someplace other than the Reaches, which might explain her shyness around this large, and quite hyper group.

Oliana purses her lips, then grabs a bottle of oil, dumping a hefty berry-scented load of it onto a clean rag. "We'll use this, then I can switch to my hands to really rub it in." Without much further ado, she begins to scrub (carefully) at one of Sinead's cheeks. Bits of mask are dusting off carefully. "You...might want to close your eyes good and tight," the girl warns as she's forced to scrub a bit harder.

Fyria wanders in and out of the crowds, occasionally pointing someone towards one tent or another. As the sun begins to set, the crowds begin to thin as people drift back to their weyrs with either new looks, or a new outlook, depending on one's viewpoint. Either way, be assured there will be many, /many/ snores heard in High Reaches tonight, much to Fyria's utter delight.

Yummy, berries. Sinead's eyes are closed tightly, now that she's been warned. Basically, Sin just sits there, letting the facial people do their thing.

From above, Syl circles in from the bowl.

Weenus manages to squeak open /one/ eye, peers at the flitter, and snaps it shut again. "Seeetttiii....whyyyy do youhave to /like/ those things?" Nevertheless, he still clings, and thus follows the Weaver wherever he'll go. Stuck like glue, is Weenus on you..ahem. "Ooo...can we get some wine!!" OKay, wasn't he a waiter boy at some point?

Kh'ryn allows himself to get lost in the motion of the massage, though he soons shakes off the euphoria as more questions are directed his way. As his body continues to relax, the rider responds to each query in turn. "Well, of course I do stretches. But there are still some hazards, especially when trying to launch a piece of firestone into Zylph's - that's my blue - mouth while he's darting Thread. Kinda... yanks you around in your straps." He wiggles slightly upon the table, getting more comfortable, before nodding his head. "Aye.. Right there's the spot. And the shoulders too, if you don't mind.." He could get used to this...

Oliana scrapes as gently as she can, getting the majority mass of face-mask off Sinead's face before she sets the muddied rag down again. Then, with a wince, she pours a bit of oil on her hands, rubbing them together before, with a dramatic pause, smacking both hands to each of Sineads cheeks. /Facial/ cheeks. "Sorry, sorry," she mutters, and begins to rub the oil in. "This'll be great!" ... If it doesn't make her skin utterly imbued with scented oil.

Kirana sort of massages the scrub into Larnats face, "This will help clear off the dirt and little bits of dead skin from your face, refreshing it." She quotes to the girl as she works. "Once it's done we'll rinse alright?" She asks, taking her hands away and reaching for a small bowl of warm water.

Lhana turns about at the sound of a quiet voice and nods, that look of extreme pleasant-ness still plastered across her face. "Yes I am," she says, hoping her cheery tone will set the rider at ease somewhat. "I'm Lhana. And you are - ?" Oh, but they all seem to come in bunches, don't they? As for Lha, she's so pleased with having real haircutting jobs again that she's prone to beaming everyone to death. Oh, happyhappyhappy!

Lavinia curls her lithe tail about Weenus' neck, cooing in a sanguine manner. Yes. Let us go become beautiful.

From above, Syl sleeks wings and pinions, dropping towards the lake.

"Because they're /cuuuute/" chirps Settitch in reply, herding Weenus towards the Salon D'Lhana with one arm around his shoulders and the free hand making little shooing motions. "Just /look/ at her! She's so pretty. Even if I like greens better."

Syl scrambles out of the lake, slipping slightly on the bank's slick clay.

Lavinia echoes Settich's effeminate chirrup, agreeing whole-heartedly.

Syl leaps into flight, kicking up sand.
From above, Syl swoops up from the beach.

Larnat nods slightly, gringringrin. "Oooh..." she murmurs. This feels good to her skin much abused from botched facials by fingerpaint and young weyrbrats. "Berries...you were right. Yummy."

The greener from elseweyr smiles softly before giving her name. "It's Trilium miss," is her reply, as she takes the offered seat and loosens out her plait. Long blond hair spills from the braid, and the girl lifts a strand. "I want it short. Quite 'so, as it's 'ard to keep up all ze time.." She then closes her eyes against the uncoming event and awaits for the haircutter to do her worse... Or, better yet... Her best!

And that's the last straw. With a horrified "She's trying to kill meeeee!!" he manages to free himself from Settitch and runs off, yelling something about killer firelizards out to get him simply because he likes to wear a teal thong. And where /that/ came from, just please don't ask. For sanity's sake.

From above, Syl soars in for a landing on Issryuith's ledge.

A soft snort could be a laugh from Mirlawyn at Kh'ryn's explanations. "Yanks one around... Yes I could rather see that." she agrees, applying more oil to her hands and using the tips of her fingers to work out the last few knots in the indicated area before gliding both hands up to his shoulder blades. "If you wish to lean on your elbows so that you may drink your wine, iy should not affect the effectiveness of the procedure too greatly."

The crowds thin even further, a few stragglers left in the tents, some more strolling further down the lake. A few folks clasp hands, watching the sunset slowly with glasses of wine in hand and smiles on their fresly facial'd faces. The Harpers continue to pipe out a few more tunes as the Spa winds to a close, very, very slowly. In true spirit of hte Spa, of course.

Kirana is just begining to rinse the berry scrub from Larnat's face, when one of the other facial workers darts up, "Kiiiirz, you have to heeeelp me!" She gestures to two clients who are bickering, "They both say they're the prettiest!" With an eyeroll and a sigh Kirana begins to follow, calling apologies and goodbyes to Larnat, Sinead and Olia.

Kirana goes home.

From above, Syl takes off from Issryuith's ledge.

Kh'ryn nods. "Yanks the word alright. Even if Zylph is smoother than most; he's quite agile you know; even he gets tossed around quite bit when dodging Fall." But enough about his dragon. The prospect of wine /with/ his massage is too good to pass up, and therefore the bluerider rests upon his elbows. "If you could pass it please, that would be most appreciated."

Lavinia /squalls/, springing into the air as she simultaneously blinks ::between::. Scary Weeny. And they could've had sooooooo much fun! Just a girl's night out! Shame.

Oliana is left with two customers. She dashes over to Larnat and finishes the rinsing. "There...that...should be good," she says hastily, hoping that the oil didn't get mixed back in before she runs back to Sinead, a short distance away. She takes up a pitcher of water and dumps its contents over her hands, then dips another clean rag into it, wiping down Sinead's face a bit. "Don't want to over do it," she says with a forced laugh. Beacuse she most obviously /did/. "We'll just do a berry facial scrub, shall we?" Heh. Heh. She applies it and rubs it in quickly, as if she's trying to get it over with quickly.

Lavinia springs into the air, blinking ::between:: with a shimmer of golden wings.

Lhana smiles most pleasantly at Trilium, nodding, and picks up her scissors. And then, just as she's about to begin cutting, Weenus's shriek causes her to start, whipping her head around and causing her braids to follow. Nobody gets smacked, though. Hopefully. Turning back to her customer, she nods, pretending she was never disturbed. "Right." It's been a long spa, and so she gets to work very rapidly, snip-snip-snipping away at the long blonde hair and shearing it -very- short, indeed. Only a few inches long all over, by the time she stops. "Uhhh," she says, realizing her hands must have run away from her for a moment. "Well, is this what you wanted?" She might've stopped to ask just -how- short before she just chopped it all off like that. Oops. Gulp.

From above, Syl spirals higher and higher, matching Spindles' peaks far distant.

Mosiah has disconnected.
Oliana has disconnected.

Sinead grins and offers her thanks to Oliana and Kirana as she stands up, her facial finished. Sin decides she must do something else, really, so she goes in hunt of another empty area to play customer at.

Emeri blinks in from ::between::!
Emeri leaps into flight, kicking up sand.
From above, Emeri swoops up from the beach.

Miralwyn does as ordered, delivering the wine with a grave half bow and a twinkle of a smile before returning to the massage. "I've always liked blues," she notes conversationally, before falling silent to dispatch a particularly stubborn and large knot between the shoulder blades.

The greener opens her eyes slowly, before turning to look into the mirror. Gaze widens as she espies her new doo, and gasps. "It's.. It's.." She takes a deep breath. "It's 'xactly what I vanted! Thank you so much.. 'Ow can I repay you?" Trilium turns to grab at her purse, jingling marks with the action.

From above, Emeri suddenly disappears ::between::!

Fyria escorts another group of well-satisfied customers out of the designated 'spa' area, stifling a yawn as she waves after them. Turning around, hands on her hips, she surveys the remaining folks, and grins. Yes, today was a good day for this, and something everyone needed. Slowly, she strolls back towards the main tents, occasionally picking up a discarded cloth, random pieces of fabric. At this point, the Harpers are on their last tune it seems, music a slow, finale tune.

Emeri blinks in from ::between::!
Emeri leaps into flight, kicking up sand.
From above, Emeri swoops up from the beach.

Lhana utters a great sigh of relief at Trilium's satisfaction, and eyes the marks. "Oh, well, that's certainly good." And while marks are always tempting... "Nono, no need to pay me." She winks. "Just enjoy your new cut. That's all I ask." And she beams. Oh, warmfuzzies, warmfuzzies!

Kh'ryn takes a long, and grateful drink from his wine glass, before wincing at the pressure given to his shoulder. "OOoph," he exclaims. As the knot gets worked out, he emits a happy sigh. "Ahhh.. Very nice indeed.." At the healer-candidates mention of liking blues, he cranes his neck slightly as he talks, though he can't quite see the girl. "Really? Well then, is that what you're hoping is waiting for you upon the sands?" It's a personal question, perhaps, but hey.. Considering the circumstances at the moment, it's not /that/ innapropriate.

Larnat grins and stretches. "Seemed it's about the end of this..." she murmured with a soft sigh. "I got a haircut and facial, well, I think it was a success. Maybe have to send a messenger to the WeaverHall for some new clothes now...maybe get Nylca to do it? She's a messenger..." she contemplated aloud, this and other remarks as she drifted out of the Reaches-de-la-Spa area and to her Weyrbrat Caverns. She'd have to talk to someone about being moved out of their...
Larnat walks to the Lake.

Trilium thanks the girl once more, and leaves behind a mark anyway. Then, off she goes to find her lifemate, and show the green dragon her difference in appearance. A startled bugle comes from near the place where she had landed, betraying the fact that maybe.. Just maybe.. her lifemate wasn't quite as impressed with the change as she was.

Since it seems this is almost all done, Sinead makes a few rounds, offering greetings to those she knows, watching the goings on for now. She'd hoped for a hair cut, but that'll hafta wait for another time....

Miralwyn smiles slightly at the 'ooph' and notes that she's "Glad to see you're not as much of a girl as the brownrider before you was..." before the smile turns slightly considering. Satisfied with the knot free state of the bluerider's back, she wipes her hands of oil on a towel. "Well now, as it's really the dragonets that make the decisions, I suppose I shall let them have their way without my interference," she offers smoothly. "Not that that is keeping me from placing the odd wager... You may get dressed now, if you like."

Lhana grins after the departing Trilium, picking up the mark happily. Marks are, after all, always a Good Thing. As the customers begin to leave, Lhana takes advantage of the situation and leaps up onto her Salon Chair. "Lhana's Haircutting Station" - Official name, that - "is officially closed for the night!" she shouts. "Thank you, everyone!" Yes, as abruptly as her hair-excitement surfaced, it is gone. She's only good for short spurts, it seems, as she packs up her things wearily.

Fyria nods her thanks as she congratulates the Harpers, thanking them for a magnificent job. They take their leave, leaving Fyria, the Candidates, and a few other stragglers in the area still. She grabs a glass of water, almost grabbing wine by accident, and slowly strolls up towards the others. "Well well, I think that all turned out nicely, no?" Smug? Fyria? Never.

Kh'ryn sits up upon the table once the massage is done, rolling his shoulders and grinning at the sensation. "I doubt I've been this loose in a very long time.. Thank you!" Realizing that that comment could be misconstrued, the rider blushes, and ducks his head. "Well.. Maybe not as /much/ as a girl, but certainly close," he mumbles more to himself than anything else. Sliding off, he then goes to dress, coming back out and reaching for his wine glass, draining the contents in one, long drink. "Thanks again," he tells Wyn. "And cool sands to you. I hear the eggs are close to crackin', they're so hard. Any time now, and I'll be sure to see you upon the sands." A quick bow, before the blond man goes off in search of more wine.