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Harper's Tale - Saturday, July 06, 2002, 3:57 PM
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The Flying Mug
A few shades too bright for the lighting to ever be called quite dim, the interior of the Flying Mug reveals upon closer inspection the marks of a much-frequented bar. Although the tables all match and the chairs are of a set, one or seven chairs have a wobbly leg, a few tabletops have big gashes across them, and each surface has an intricate pattern of turn-old mug rings. A well stocked, well polished and well maintained bar stretches across the expanse of the wall, facing the series of shuttered windows looking out on the courtyard. The bar stools are better maintained than the chairs, with low backs. And they spin, too! An intricate 'mural' covers the ceiling and there's a 'note' on the wall.
High in the rafters are twenty-seven firelizards.
You see Hinei, Randell, and Bartender Lem here.
Caisen, Elgin, and Remy are here.
Obvious exits:
Dining Hall     Great Hall
You stand in the rather rambunctious Flying Mug.

Caisen nods. "That's good. I think I'd get sick of the travel eventually though." She was /far/ too used to staying in one place. "Helping people is always nice too."

Elgin nods and grins, "I love to travel. And I have Sly and Achilles for company so It's all good." he pets the two browns. "And it just makes my happier to see my friends when I get back."

Caisen glances at the flits. "I suppose with such companions, you don't have much time to think about other things." If she remembered correctly, flits could be fun when they wanted attention.

Liesana strolls into the Mug with a slightly different stride then her usual quiet pace. Oh, not that it's any louder, of course. But her bearing is just about stuffed to the gills with a quiet pride. Why this interesting display of ego in the usually low-key Harper? Just take a look at that knot sitting on her shoulder. "Hello, hello!" she greets, sliding into a seat at the bar. "Lem, buy everyone a round on my tab!"

Caisen blinks at the sudden generasity. "Thanks for the drink. I'm Caisen, or 'Sen if you prefer." She wasn't sure of proper etiquet in such a situation, but she'd never refuse a free drink. Especially in the summer.

Slyly, Remy who had isolated himself upon entering, lifts a brow curiously to Liesana's display of generousity. He stands, and nonchalantly has closed the distance between himself and Harper woman. "Dat's a right nice knot." He'll praise, in his own way of course. Bowing forward, thief quickly moves to nip-kiss at the woman's jaw, grinning lopsidedly. "Congrats Lies.." He knows little of knot ranks,and waits to be informed, but he does notice the more complicated threads and loops, and only by that does he come to previously stated thought. The four queen firelizards that call Remy his own, stay FAR away from Liesana, perched on backs of chairs and on tables, watching suspiciously.

"You're most welcome!" practically trills Liesana in Caisen's direction. "And I'm Liesana, with Harper. /Master/ Liesana, with Harper." Aha. And here we have our explanation, as Liesana takes a sip from a ceremoniously-served glass of good wine, and doesn't even thwap at Remy for his liberty. Nope, instead she even arches her neck slightly at the kiss, and blows a coquettish one back to him in return. "Why, thank you, Remy doll," she purrs. "It was rather a complete surprise to me, but a welcome one, I'll tell you!" Please. Someone make her stop being so perky? Her player is about to smack her.

Sheve walks in from the great hall.
Kazra walks cheerfully in from the great hall.

Thief blinks. And to think, he braced himself for being hit for no reason all. A rich half-laugh seeps from smile-turned mouth. "Congrats on dat' position. Ya'll make a good Master." One eye eclipsing in a halfwink, he moving a step back to slump into one of the free chairs beside hearth table. Hands fold casually in his lap, not yet taking the free drink Liesana has pre-paid for. "My little Liesana is growing up so fast!" Exclaiming with a sarcastic little sniffle. "So now dat' yer a Master.. gonna declare yer love for me?" He half flinches, somewhat shying back in his chair incase fiesty Harper were to deck him upside his poor little head. Three brats that Liesana knows of, give some little kiss, the fourth fluttering to plunker down on the man's broad shoulder, half hidden under the turned down cuff-collar of trencher.

Resani walks in from the great hall.
Elgin has disconnected.

Caisen grins at the harper. "Well it's nice to meet you Master Liesana, especially at such an oportune time." She laughs a little. Then takes on a more serious look. She really had no clue how she was supposed to act, and doesn't want o seem offensive so she sips her drink and decides to keep her mouth shut. For the moment anyway.

Sheve sidles on through the entrance and pushes her way through a small knot blocking her path, getting a few curses for her troubles. She just grunts at the men and continues on her merry way, stalking toward a corner table upon which she settles. Yes, that's what the chairs are for, but just you try and tell her.

Falada walks shyly in from the great hall.

Kazra meanders into the roon, slinging her jacket over her shoulder as she does so, managing neatly to cover her knot. Accident, of course. A brief smile is given to anyone curious about the new arrival, before Kaz heads for a seat.

Liesana isn't one to stand on formality at the worst of times, so Caisen is really quite free from having to worry about offending her. A bright smile is turned on the Traveler lass, before she returns to sipping her drink blithely and giving a light laugh to Remy. "Ah, but Remy dear, while romance between a Law Master and a Thief would make /excellent/ ballad material, I don't really know if it would work in the real world." She does offer a ruguish wink, however, after a suitable pause. "Perhaps I'll just keep you for a secret vice?"

Resani shuffles her way in. Her lips are set into a thin line of concentration as she wanders her way over to the bar table, muttering, "Just some redfruit juice, if you will," then returning to the mind-dominant thoughts. She peers at the table top intently, as if she's carrying on a telepathic conversation with the wood. Enid wears his usual expression of stupidity and Saein puffs up to appear more appealing than the other blue.

Falada comes in, for the first time in sevendays completely unladen by scrolls and records and books for studying. She doesn't even have her shoulderbag and carries her slate in her hand.

Aramat wanders absent-mindly in from the great hall.

Calmly the man's hand slips under Sekmeht, lifting the almond colored queen up on to his hand. "Aww. Flattered Lies..' He grins past the little creature, fanning and flicking her wings randomly to stay balanced on gloved hand, "Ah'm yer inspiration. Ah'm touched. Really." Leaning back a bit further in his chair, so far back his body curves and slumps in some lazy 'kid' like posture, he lifts a brow at Lies. "N' course 'love'.." Pushing his luck with the new Harper Master with a grin on masculine lips, "Not mind being a secret. Ha. makes the romance dat' much nicer." He nods sagely, simply eyeing the little thing on his hand, lifting it. "Nother one." He half way frowns. Sekmeht's eyes sheath briefly with the three layers of lids, and simply clucks, glancing at Liesana with a naiveness the other three in the 'Brat Gang' don't share. --- Kazra is noted, remembering the face, but not the name. "Hey 'dere.." He's unsure what to call the woman, so he simply gives the woman a broad, lop-sided grin.

Sheve's long fingers seize a chair back and drag it noisily across the floor, the squeals well-heard most likely in the hallway beyond. "Lousy..." she starts cursing under her breath as if it were her occupation, but most of those words are lost in the noise.

Aramat wanders absent-mindly through a door into the great hall.

Talyquin walks in from the great hall.
Talyquin walks through a door into the great hall.

Kazra wends her way around people, bending to avoid hitting anyone. Finally, she reaches the temporary sanctuary of a seat, and sits. Hah, let people find her in here! But then Remy is eyed. Someone who seems to know her. Eep. She simply nods, and smiles, but remains silent.

Sheve has disconnected.

Liesana gives fey waves to the newcomers arriving, and leans forward to direct Lem to see to it that they, too, get a round on her tab. Celebrating Liesanas are known to be generous with their marks, apparently. She laughs again, sips at her wine, and then taps a finger on the tip of Remy's nose. "Then, we shouldn't be spilling secrets in a public tavern, no?" Hah. And she didn't have to punch him. Eyes then focus on the little gold Sekmeht, canting her head to one side and looking approving. "She's a cute little thing. Seems a touch more tractable than your other three hellions." Edged smile at the Brat Gang. Boo.

Resani awakens from her stupor of sorts with an exclamation, "MEAT ROLLS n' SHARDIN' EGGS!" That sort of thing that you say when woken up, yes. Nevertheless...it's funny. Resani doesn't think so. She blinks slowly and gives of a weak smile, hunching over in her seat. Coughcough. Her yell had set Saein flying yet Enid was dim-witted enough to stay where he is. The redhead wrinkles her nose in embarrassed distaste and gives a weak finger-waggle towards the brownrider Kaz.

Caisen contunues to sip her drink not finding any part of the conversation suitible to jump into. She looks around at all the people, and flits, and tries to become somewhat inviible. She didn't like crowds much. She jumps at Resani's exclimation, casting her an odd glance before staring into her mug.

Falada did /not/ come dressed for a party, but chooses to disregard this fact and walks her painted self over to Liesana's table, asking with a wave and a nod if she can join them there.

The housekeeper arrives to cart Sheve off to bed.

Said hellions hiss towards Liesana, but just as a precaution, all take to the air, fluttering in a goldish glint around Remy's head before zipping up along the rafters.. away from that..that.. Harper woman! Snort. At the brush of her finger against that sloped nose, it crinkles and smile firms up on his mouth. "Bah. Ain't ya ever hear the best secrets are secrets people /know/ of... After all, makes'em wonder. " Fashionable little turn, flipping her winks, Sekmeht issues a half-croon. Oh don't get mixed up, she's just as bratty as the others, just merely sedated by the attention of both her human pet and this new woman. Kazra is definately noted, after all, the woman is by herself. He'll give her another flirty little wink. Yes. Everyone loves him. Really! "Lies.. before ya' spend /all/ yer marks on everyone'. .care ta' talk outside.." Pause pause. "More private." A rare serious expression soon laces his blocky jaw. Oh yes, he needs advise.

Liesana is seated at the bar, in matter of fact, but Falada is beckoned over regardless, paint and all. More of her wine disappears, before the irritatingly-elated new Master lowers it in favour of using her hands for another purpose. < Come and have a seat, Lada! You'll have to tell me where you aquired that lovely paint job... > she trails off to cant her head at Remy, suddenly managing a businesslike expression in the midst of her private celebration. "Oh...? Business or pleasure?" Translation: Have you finally gotten your arse nailed by the Guards and need legal advice, or is this something else?

The yell gets a curious look from Kazra, but she doesn't comment but settles for returning the finger waggle. People all have their quirks, and some are quirkyer than others. A swift moment of contemplation, and Kaz returns Remy's wink in kind. Why not flirt? He's nice.

You see Kazra glance your way.

Resani gives a glare at any odd looks she gets and then giving off a completely sane smile, which is a bit more upsetting than any other expression she could've chosen. Receives her redfruit juice, she flashes the same smile at the drudge...the drudge hurriedly shuffles off. Enid doesn't help her image in the bar with his belated creel of terror that he emits with yellowed orbs swirling. Resani just sits ridged, sipping her juice. She finds comfort in knowing the brownrider somewhat...so she scoots her way closer, even though poor Kaz may not want her closer, in the manner of a sad puppy trying to repent. But really...she's just trying to return to her faded place in the background.

Falada grins and takes the invitation, and a barstool, brushing futilely at the dried paint. < Oh this apprentice decided he had to run out of the room and knocked my easle over on me, but this is old. > She wraps her feet around the underside of the stool and leans on the bar to direct Lem to the cold pitcher of juice.

"Ha. Pleasure." Although his problems are anything but pleasurable. His hand lifts, nudging Sekmeht, who sits parrot like on his shoulder. "S'if ya got time. .need ta' talk.. K?" He doesn't trust many people. They're a work-hazzard, you see. After all who knows who would ever turn on you and turn your thievin' butt in. "Ah'm gonna be outside.. if ya' get free, talk ta' me, Lies.. k?" Rising, trennchcoat exposing only a thin sliver of muscled form under the thick ginger fabric. He moves to stride outwards, although Kazra is walked over, whispering something in her direction before that almost sexy roguish grin is cast in the woman's direction, and he exits.

Remy walks through a door into the great hall.

Liesana is intrigued. And, despite the fact that she's rarely one to leave the scene of a party, there's something bothering the thief. And Liesana, being Liesana, needs to find out what and why. So, with a murmur to Lem, and the exchange of a few marks to cover her tab and that of others, she takes her bottle of wine, and pads quietly out the door with it. How interesting.

You pass through a door into the great hall.
You pass through the great doors into the courtyard.

Ista Hold Courtyard
Built into the side of a hard granite cliff, Ista Hold looms dominantly to the west. Windows pock the smooth surface of the cliff in neat rows until they get closer to the ground, where they begin to frame the great bronze doors leading into the Hold itself. A sea breeze seems constantly in the air here as the ocean and the wharf lay but dragonlengths to the east. Beaches are scattered to the north, recreational areas for the Hold's residents when not working.
It is a summer midmorning. The sun is high over the ocean to the east, and a good breeze blows in off of the waves. A line of clouds seems to be brewing off the eastern horizon.
Perched on a windowsill are eight firelizards.
Blue Padaketh, blue Khantuth, and brown Xylyth are here.
You see Toshiro and Kouru here.
Talyquin, Kelana, and Remy are here.
Obvious exits:
Ista Hold Dock     Main Beach     Great Doors     Guard Office     Stables
You walk down a few steps into the courtyard.

Kelana wanders into the Courtyard, pouch of marks in her hand, and directs her steps toward the Great Doors. As Talyquin is noticed, Kel's face brightens, and the girl hurries toward her Healer appy friend, shoving the marks-pouch back into her rucksack. "Taly! Hi! I was just going to do some shopping..." Noticing Talyquin's efforts at calmness, Kelana raises an eyebrow at the girl. "Hey, is everything okay?"

Miyakath waddles in from the beach.

"So... what's up?" is Liesana's question as she pads out a few moments after Remy, drawing to a halt to murmur to him, the newly-minted Master all serious attention all of a sudden. Freaky, how she can pull that off. But probably partly why she got stuck with the rank.

Miyakath ambles up from the beach, her golden hide sparkling and damp from her bathing, and stops to snort at Remy, giving him something that could definitely be interpreted as the Evil Eye. She sits up straight and stretches her wings out, offering a wide yawn meant to display rows of gleaming sharp teeth the size of a grown man's forearm.

Talyquin stiffles a snicker and looks up at her long time friend. "Oh, nothing is the matter. For me anyways!" She dies again with laughter and it takes a moment for her to regain her composure. "Just pulled a prak that Kiri said would be good." As the gold wanders in Talyquin gets quiet suddenly over her laughter. Now a gold is something she had never seen, expecially up this close. "Kel, its a gold! I have never seen one before." talyquin's heart is racing. Her whole life had been spent dreaming about rding a gold herself. Taly does not notice the newcomer, she is completely frozen in awe and in fear at the same time.

The man exits the Hold, having skipped down cut-out Hold steps and now waits to see if Liesana would join him. He leans against the wall of the Hold, and simple gives a dark sigh. "Lot of t'ings, Lies.. Can't deal... ' He lightly shakes his head, lowering that almost ever-playful mask to show time-jaded young man. Blink. Stare. "Oh shells n' shards." He stares as Miyakath ambles her way up this way. Yes. Fine. He gives the eeeevil eye back. 'Shouldn't yer hip-wide butt be back at the Weyr?" it then dawns on him. "Where's Yulianna, /Miya/.?" Stare. Yes. Miya. it's the 'cutie' name. Fear. The man's arms cross over his chest, a brow lifting as he briefly looks past Lies to that Gold that has already stated she'd eat him, to then the Harper woman. "You t'ink ya can scare dat' gold?" Well, Lies has a knack for scaring the tiddly winks out of /his/ four golds --which now flutter helplessly around the man in a many panicked sounds-.

Free appears from ::between:: with a flick of golden tail.

Kelana giggles, plopping down on the step beside Talyquin. "A prank? Really? Ooo...do tell!" Brown eyes focus on the Healer's sudden astonishment. "Wha--where--oh!" She whips around, blinking for a second at the suddenly apparent golden form, then relaxes in recognition. "It's...Miyakath. Calm /down/, Taly, she won't eat you." Placing a reassuring hand on Taly's forearm, Kelana watches Remy with interest. "/He/ doesn't seem scared of her at all..."

Liesana isn't terribly frightened of Miyakath, unlike some denizens of the courtyard. Respect, though, is definitely there. I mean, even if she /weren't/ a member of the Craft responsible for seeing that everyone respects dragons, all right and proper... those are some decent-sized teeth. So it's with a simple amused smile that she turns back to Remy after giving the queen a going-over. "Somehow I think that Miyakath is just /slightly/ out of my weight class, Remy love. Besides. One doesn't scare a Queen... one reasons with her very respectfully. Because humans are crunchy and taste good with ketchup."

Xylyth rumbles softly, and raises his head from his sonnolent state at the entrance of his gold clutchmate. Whuffle. And now he's awake, he turns his ever curious attention to the rest of the interesting things in the courtyard. And he won't eat them.

Miyakath steps rather delicately around the two girls and moves like molten gold toward the Harper Master and the tall man. She ducks her nose to sniff a little disparragingly at Remy, looking like she'd very much enjoy eating the man, but something, probably the man's sister, is keeping her from doing so. She places herself delicately, sitting near one wall and dropping her tail directly in Remy's path...just to make a nuisance of herself.

Slowly, Taly turns back to kelana, glancing between her and the gold several times. "You know her?" Now Kelana was envied. It was one thing to see a gold, but to actualy know one now that was even better. "Are you sure, it looks awefully hungry." Softly comes from Talys throat. Green eyes nervously watch the huge mouth as it opens in a yawn. As the brown also starts to stur, this healers heart would seem that it was about to halt from fear. Now thats a scarry thought. A couple of inches is lost between Taly and Kel as she scoots closer for comfort. After a couple of turns she has forgotten what it was like to live with dragons.

He eyes Liesana with a brow cocked towards his hairline. 'den what good are ya if ya can only scare de'little ones?" He teases, erecting the playful mask back up. Remy's allows a small smile to escape his mouth, it for the Harper woman alone. She understands! Bwha.. That gold, still glistening with pooled rivets along her inhuman skin is eyed further, expectedly. He rolls his eyes at the comment ."Ah' do, do useful stuff... Jus'.. on my own free time." It's a sniffle, somewhat as his pride is poked at. "N' would ya'll rather Ah' hang out with /men/?" He doesn't. Women make better friends and flirts. Him flirting with a man doesn't rank high on his 'to do list'. At the sniffing, Remy's hand outlifts, half play-swatting, half-petting at the tip of her nose. "You always a pest, Miyakath?" he narrows his eyes at fleshy tubular tail that's strewn in his way. It gets a slight nudge, playfully, with toe of his foot. The brown dragon, clutchmate to this gold, gets a smile, and some private hello, but nothing more than that, considering he now has to worry about Miya-spit. She spits n' drools, he bets! ;)

"Well, she /is/ the clutchmother. One of them, anyway." Kelana grins at Talyquin. "And it doesn't look like she's interested in eating /us/...though we should probably get out of the way." Tugging on the girl's forearm, Kel indicates a spot further down the courtyard, comfortably far away from the gold, and edges away slightly as Miyakath passes. "She won't hurt us, Tal. Really." Winking, the resi starts to move down off the step. "C'mon. Over here."

Miyakath pulls her nose back out of Remy's reach--/he/ isn't allowed to pet her. After all, he bugs Yulianna and gets her all upset and that is definitely Ungood. She snorts at Remy and rolls her eyes dragonishly.

Talyquin nods and follows kelana out of the way, almost tripping on one of Miyakath's talons as she does so.. With the soft encouragements talyquin looses some fear and starts to gain a level of amuzement. She watches as Remy plays with the gold, fealing envy deep in her gut. Of course she had touched a dragon once, back in the days she still lived at the weyr. It was a blue, she had never gotten its name though. "Well since she will not eat us, what do you suppose she will do?" That is a question that now is ringing unfettered in her head. And what about the brown, he didnt seem threatening but there was still a pang of fear there. "Remind me to tell you about the prank when this is all over." There was too much going on for her to be able to tell it strait for now.

"Scaring gold dragons," notes Liesana, playfully prim. "Is /not/ a Harper specialty." Of course, neither is pegging Bitran bad guys with throwing knives, but... the legist will just present evidence which supports her case. "Hang out with men? /I/ can't see you doing that at all, Remy. Men'd be too easy, and probably wouldn't smack you when you deserved it." She holds still as Miya looms downwards, standing close enough to Remy that the snuffling sets her hair to blowing in the artificial breeze. Just... don't sneeze... Miyakath. Dragon boogers. Urgh.

Xylyth stays lying down, but moves his head to regard all present one after the other. Most curious these people. A snort is given as Miyakath moves her tail in front of Remy.

Kelana leads Talyquin over to a spot far enough from the gold to ease her friend's fear, but still sufficiently close to afford a good view of the goings-on. "Ignore us, probably," she observes with a wink. "She seems to be more interested in those two over there." Remy and Liesana are indicated with an inclination of the head, and Kelana simply watches, hands on hips. "'Course I will, Taly," Kel laughs to the healer. "I'm not letting you get away without telling me." Conspiratorial wink.

He teases Miyakath further, just to be as much a thorn in his side as she is to his, randomly of course, and in that 'love-hate' relationship. "I can see up yer' nose, Miya." Ha. That was ..er.. random. "N' herdin' ain't my t'ing..." Replies the thick-voiced southern man. "Ya gonna be rude or what?" He glances towards Liesana, and smiles, "Dis is Liesana." Pause. "Dat's Miyakath... de'one with the wide hips." He gives Miyakath a half wink, trying to get under that queen's hide once more. He leans back against the wall, stepping away from the tail infront of him, and simply stiffles a yawn with the back of his hand. The Harper Master is eyed with a softer smile, unlike the acid-like grin he'd give his sister's lifemate. Bah. Its fun to rib the gold...less she actually eats him o.o; Xylyth gets an appreciated grin, "Ya'.. Why don't ya leave me be, /Miya/." And where is Remy's four queens to defend him? Er.. they're hidin'.. They won't go up against both Miya AND Lies. They're not /that/ stupid.

Miyakath emits a low rumble and stamps one forefoot, talons in full display, down in front of the man, glaring at him, her tail swishing back and forth furiously. A blink is offered toward Liesana by way of acknowledgement, and the golds shifts her gaze back to Remy, a full glare.

Talyquin watches at how much at ease Remy is while playing with Miyakath. Now that /was/ interesting. It actually seemed she liked his rudeness. Not that Taly would do that, afterall she would probably only end up with her head chomped off. "Wonder where the riders are. It might be interesting to see how they reacted to his treatment of the gold." The brown is given a good stare as she looks him over. Now he didnt seem /that/ bad at all. "Do you suppose that brown over there is nice?" Is thrown at kel randomly. Talyquin didnt know how she would have delt with this if Kelana hadnt been there to calm her down.

Liesana sweeps Miyakath a properly-courtly little bow. No curtsey. A) she's wearing pants, and B) she hates the movement. "Good to make your aquaintance," she greets the gold, not expecting a reply, but figuring that it behooves her to be polite. "And, er, if you /do/ decide to eat him, could you possibly give me some warning so that I can move out of the way." The Master winks at the Queen, before canting her head to Remy, suddenly recalling why the thief summoned her in the first place. "So... what /did/ you want to talk to me about?"

He's not gonn run, not from Miya, but a silent agreed tone is taken up, with a slight shrug as some muted conversation is exchanged. "Why ya'll in Ista?" Well he is curious about that fact. He isn't really put off, nor really shying away by the stamping of the foot; but also, as agreed quietly between the too, he lays off of his jokes --for now. Blink. "Hey!" Looking at Lies. 'Ya' mean ya'd /let/ me get eatin'?" He fakes insult. With her question, he sobers up on his jokes all together, "Actually.. dat' is part of the problem...' moving his head in direction of Miyakath. A frown consuming his mouth. "Worried over lots of t'ings..." He doesn't censor himself, allowing the advise of the gold -if she offers of it- to be on his ears as well. "Worried bout dat' bronze rider... dun' like'em. Bout as a bad rep as me." See. He cares. Everyone 'aw'.

Miyakath goes home.

Kelana plops to the ground, violet-trousered limbs folding until she's sitting cross-legged on the stones of the courtyard. "Well, it looks like he's done this before, so I assume the riders know. It's not as if he's doing any real harm..." she muses. "They're probably around somewhere, anyway." As Xylyth is indicated, Kel's gaze moves in his direction. "I don't know, Tal..." Shrug. "Ask him." With a slight grin, she indicates the brown.

Frethiel walks down some steps which lead to the great doors and the Hold.

"Oh?" queries Liesana, settling down to perch on a conveniant stack of paving stones. "Bronzerider..." she muses thoughtfully, flicking through the vast stores of gossip she's collected. Harper and all you know. "D'baji?" she guesses at last. "Used to be weyrmated to a friend of mine...?"

Ylisa walks up a few small steps and passes into the Hold through the great doors.

Xylyth turns his attention away from the gold as a hyper firelizard catches his attention. A brief croon is given to it, before something else catches the browns attention. A rock. A largeish rock. He lowers his muzzle to sniff at it, and gently prods it.

Green eyes sweep back to the stairs. Oh NO! Taly had left her bag on the steps. A quick decision flashed through her mind and repeated over and over. Finnaly she decides to go and get it. "Excuse me she calls to the gold and Remy." Quickly she scoops up her bag and steps towards the brown instead of moving back to Kelana like she should. Curiousity has caught her mind and she was determined to figure out if the brown was friendly or not. "You won't eat me if i stand here will you?" She questions it not really hoping for a reply. Just a plesant gesture would reasure her. Kel is given a (im sorry) look from across the way.
Talyquin has connected.

Kelana accepts the move with a lopsided grin, rising to her feet and walking a few more steps toward Talyquin and Xylyth. Alone-ness is not good. Hanging back a bit, she is content to merely watch, eyes traveling between her friend and the group on the steps, and to voice a simple "Hello" to the brown.

Frethiel has disconnected.

That isn't good news. Used to be weyrmated, to Lies's friend? Now threatens to hurt his sister? It makes the lines in his face grow, frowning more so as he sighs huskily. "Yes. N' dat' bit of news dun' help much... " He tries to smile, and looks towards Talyquin with a brow lifted as the girl bobbles n' weaves to retrieve a bag, only to move towards the brown opposed to her friend. No matter, he has the Harper Master. N' she loooooves him. (in a 'smack ya stupid' type of way x.x; The abuse he suffers. Oy.) His fair of four golds finally settle as Miyakath moves off, to sun or wherever. They line his shoulders, at least two do, the other two find comfortible spots in trenchcoat pockets. Without invitation, the man moves to lightly try n' hug his confident Liesana, "Shoul' I jus' let her be.. make her own mistakes or what?" He's worried. Worry worry worry.

Liesana will permit hugs. Liesana hugs friends, family, and the odd complete stranger on a fairly regular basis, so she's not averse to hugging back, and patting the tallish man on the shoulder in a big-sisterly sort of reassuring gesture. "Well," she muses. "Yulianna's your younger sister. So of course you want to protect her. That's just a... normal thing for big brothers to do. But..." And here she trails off to think. Only child and all. "You've got to trust that Yuli's a big girl, that she can make her own choices, for good or for ill. Just... let her make her choice, but know that you'll be there, if things don't work out, is my advice." she offers at last. "And after all, you can bet that Miyakath will probably squash him if he makes her sad."
but know/but let her know

Xylyth raises his head slightly to offer a whuffle to the girls that seem to want to talk to him, before he lowers his head to the rock once more. He's not ignoring them, but this rock is fascinating.

Remy allows a soft nod, agreeing. 'Miyakath won't be the only one to crush him if he hurts her." Jaw against woman's shoulder, clearing his mind and simple gives Liesana's neck a small little nuzzle, and his thin lips pressing to his friend's cheek. "Thanks Lies." He has other problems... and no doubt Liesana will hear them all in due time. Ha. Liesana is like his big sister. It's the circle of life. Yessss. She is Simba! o.o; Er. No. We digress. Weighty arms abandon the slighter form of the Harper master beneath him, and he then glances back towards Xylyth with brows furrowed, smirking with his jaw moving to rest annoyingly atop of Liesana's scalp.

Talyquin stares down and finds the rock that the brown is looking at. BING!. The question pops in her head. What is so interesting about a rock. Maybe it has a bug on it. Shrug. Talyquin kneels down and stares at teh rock wondering what was so facinating about it. She was almost fearless now, the dragon had shown he was not at all a mean thing. "You are not mean, actually you seem rather calm." She muses, never taking her eyes off the rock. What was so fascinationg about it? There had to be something here! Try as she might, she just cant see it. Oh well maybe it was a dragon thing. Taly plops down indian style and moves her eyes between the dragon and the rock. Perhaps it looked like an egg? No, that /couldnt/ be the case. He was a brown afterall.

Liesana should be Nala, if we want that metaphor to work. But, on the topic of the scene, Liesana taps Remy on the nose again, affectionately annoying, before returning to her perch on the paving stones. "No problem, Remy my friend. Harpers are supposed to be some of the folks you can take your problems to, so really, you could say I was doing my job, as well as just doing what a good friend ought. So, how's the rest of things? Keeping your nose clean around the Guards?"

Kelana peers with interest at the rock, but soon abandons the attempt to fathom the workings of Xylyth's mind. Maybe he just thinks rocks are interesting. "Hey, Taly, I still haven't heard about that prank," she calls lightly over, inflection rising at the end to make it an almost-question. With a small sigh, she seats herself as well, rummaging around in her rucksack.

Nudge. And again Xylyth nudges the rock. A brief rumble is given to Talyquin as she also seems to find the rock interesting. And it is.

His romanesque nose once more crinkles under the touch of the Harper woman's fingertip. 'Gah'.. course. Ah' behave" --cough.. badly. x.x; 'N' no'.. Not too many things, least none that get so severe need ta' talk bout them, yet." Reflecting over a few things halfway sleepily in his mind, "Sorry t'bug ya, Lies. Danks' gain.." Tenor voice metallically purrs. Remy eyes Liesana, boyishly. "Ah' knew you 'LOVED' me." He braces himself silently for a bashing. Bah. Another silent exchange with a larger, browned force.

Talyquin looks up at the sound of her name. Prank....prank.....waht.....OH Prank! "Oh you want to hear about that now? I guess if you have to hear it i can tell you. I am really trying to figure out what makes this rock so facinating. There has to be something!" AS the rumble sounds talyquin looses her train of thought and returns attention to the rock. "What, was i saying again?" She asks quite confused. There had to be something there, maybe it was ore? Should they get a miner down here? WHAT WAS IT! The thought was going to drive her crazy, once talyquin starts on a riddleshe cannot stop untill it is solved.

Liesana obliges at last. But perhaps displaying her new, Masterly, restraint, she doesn't smack him upside the head. Naw, this time it's her boot, sweeping out to kick Remy smartly in the shins. Unless of course, he should manage to dodge. "Would you cut that out, you brat." she eyerolls at him. "Some secret vice /you're/ turning out to be." But a wink's offered, to show that she's kidding just a wee bit. Head cocks to one side as she eyes the brown dragon and the Healer lass. And the rock. Knowing a little more about Remy than most folks, she ventures to him in a quiet, his-ears-only tone "What's he find so fascinating about that rock anyways?"

"It's a rock, Tal," Kelana remarks with a small shrug and half-smile. "Probably he just finds it interesting. Nothing particularly special about it. It's a very nice, big rock, but that's all." With a small sigh, Kel scooches a bit closer, venturing to briefly touch the rock with a fingertip.

Dashvard slinks silently in from the Guard Office.

Xylyth is still looking at the rock with interest, but his tail is shifting slightly. Head rises briefly to regard the others who find this rock as interesting as he himself does.

He isn't a thief for nothing, and had expected her to do something of the sort. He moves out of her way, but not quick enough to avoid all of the kick. Toe of her boot stinging against his calf, and he bites his tongue, wincing inwardly. "Dat 'was mean, Lies." He half snarl-grins, but simply rolls his eyes. He doesn't comment further, not currently as broad shoulders move in a half shrug, detatching himself to lean against the wall in an ever nonchalant type of way. 'N' never was much for keepin' secrets anyway." He retorts with an almost cute, nasally laugh. Sobering up once more, Xylyth gets his attentions as the Harper Master speaks, "He's talkin' to it..." Stated matter-of-factly. Well he is!

Dashvard wanders in from the guardsmen's area: not a particularly grand entrance, but a suitable one for a dark guardsman in a quiet mood, especially one who's off-duty (and finally out, one might venture to add, of a uniform that at times it seems is painted on). He takes in the scene of the courtyard with an easy flick of alert dark eyes ... and, although he doesn't dive right into the proceedings, it is perhaps worthy of some note that he doesn't strictly avoid them, either.

Adrastiea glides in from the beach.

"You deserved it," replies Liesana with a vulpine grin, and a little pat to her shiny new knot. The pat is quite unconscious, actually. "Talking to it...?" she blinks, peering at Xylyth with some amusement. "Call me a heretic, but dragons are wierd... Dash!!" she greets another new arrival, beckoning the guardsman over with a happy wave. A Liesana still ecstatic over a promotion is quite incapable of realizing that perhaps certain combinations of her friends might possibly prefer not to meet each other. Like Guards and Thieves. After all, they both know /her/, right?

Kouru walks in from the beach.

Talyquin outstreaches her hand and runs it over the hard surface of the rock. Nothing on it, except maybe some pits and stuff. "Dont suppose, this rock is worth something?" That was the only logical conclusion she could come up with. "Oh, the prank, yes it was a good one. Kiri told me how to do it properly." She pauses to take one more look at the rock. "Numbweed was the key. I snuk into the privy and put a nice layer, where they like to sit down you know. And just now....well...a while a go one of the Journymen came out screaming about a numb bum. IT was the greatest. I had to escape before i was found out!" Talyquin made sure to keep the explanation low enough for the harper master and her friend not to hear. It was a well known fact that the harpers and healers liked to get together and talk. Talyquin leaves her hand on the rock. Maybe after a bit she would feal what was so special about it.

Kazra walks cheerfully down some steps which lead to the great doors and the Hold.

Krallon swings down from Kouru's back.

Resani walks down some steps which lead to the great doors and the Hold.

Like the genie of the lamp, Dashvard must come when summoned. Well, not really ... but still, the slender guardsman - looking not much like the guardsman in his new clothes, although the wary, alert stance never fades - pads lightly over to Liesana and company on little cat feet. Or rather, on his feet, but what I mean to say is he's moving quietly. Artistic license, you know. "The rumor mill," he announces, tapping one ear with a surprisingly elegant finger, "informs me that you deserve congratulations."

Krallon dismounts near the stables and turns his mount over to the boy waiting there. The busy courtyard is given a good looking over. It seems a good number of folk are gathered about and it makes him curious as to why.

Kelana looks up from the rock at Dashvard's entrance, then turns back to Talyquin as her friend /finally/ explains the prank. "A numb bum?" Kel almost falls over laughing, carefully keeping her own voice down. "Oh, my...the poor guy! And Kiriya told you to do that? Mighta known." Grin.

You look more closely at Dashvard...
His skin, though still very pale and smooth, has developed a thin layer of bronze over the quintessential paleness. You can't live at Ista for as long as he has without developing some kind of a tan. His eyes are sloe-black, almond-shaped, and evenly-set in an otherwise slightly jagged face, beneath fine, expressive black brows. His pale complexion, combined with dark eyes and dark hair, leaves him with a deathlike, almost ageless appearance, only slightly muted by the bronzen cast of his skin. His cheek-bones are high and his jaw slender but well-defined, his nose slightly aquiline but well-shaped and set well in his face; the combined effect is one of pale, delicate, almost feminine beauty, though there's little doubt that he's male. There is a long, discolored knife-scar down his right cheek. He's very lean, and carries himself well with his height (5'9, in case anybody cares); broad-shouldered, with a flat, hairless chest and a waspishly narrow waist. Wiry, supple lines define his form. His hair is black and thick, somewhat spiky around the edges, very glossy; it is cut fairly short, springy and thick at the top but shaved close to his neck around the ears and below, with heavy bangs that have an annoying (if endearing) tendency to fall into his face.
Off-duty clothes: the shirt is of soft russet material, with thatched gold weave at the ends of the long sleeves and around the base of the high collar. The trousers are darker, russet-brown, somewhat snug, accentuated by the soft black leather boots on his feet and the slim black belt cinched tightly about his narrow waist. Its buckle glints golden, in the shape of a fallen leaf. Perched on Dashvard's shoulder is Xab. Perched on Dashvard's shoulder is Dream.
Dashvard wears the knot of a Guard Guardsman.
Carrying:
Dashvard's Twinky-Style Hatching Rules Dream
Xab
He is a young adult of about 21. He is awake and looks alert.

Scorpio blinks in from ::between::!
Remy calls to Scorpio, who flies over and lands on his shoulder.

Xylyth raises his head and bugles happily as his rider appears from inside the hold, careless of who he deafens in the process. Kazra looks fairly irritated as she strides across to the browns side, giving a curt nod to those already gathered there. "Xylyth!" is her exclamation as she stands hands on hips glaring at her dragon, who does look slightly abashed, well, as abashed as a dragon can.

Krallon has disconnected.

Resani ambles her way out from the Flying Mug. She's got chores to do, she knows that...but with the influx of people here...she might as well postpone them..just for a bit. She smirks to herself and ambles her way over to Kelana with the same smirk working on two ways...laughing to herself and a greeting., "Why halloooo there, Kelana." A bob of her head is given to the rest present and watching. Most of all...a flash of a grin to Kazra and her rock-prone Brown. Enid just...peeps...being less creative than his humanpet.

The arrive of Dashvard doesn't alarm him, just yet at least, considering Remy doesn't know of the newest man's profession. Instead, Liesana gets a little nod. 'N' ya.. dey're weird. " He doesn't go into the fact one tried to grope him, before, and instead, Remy's attention is skirted back to Kazra, grinning. Leaving Liesana, he gives a half nod, "If ya'll excuse me." Yes. He must go speak to the 'pretty smiler'. Saved by flirtation?Ha. The meeting of the guard and thief doesn't happen, not as long as he has legs and conversation to make with a pretty smile. "Kazra... Pretty name." He doesn't even think about the fact that he knowing her name might startle the woman, and simply tilts his head at the thunderous trumpet escaping strong jawed brown. The irrtated rider is simply eyed with the narrowing of garnet stained eyes. "Ya ain't smilin' anymore?" He flashes her one of those charming lopsided grins with lips tugged upwards more so in one corner than both.

Talyquin quickly throws her hands over her ears, being right in front of him didnt help any. "OWW!" she shouts before turning around to see whom the dragon got so excited at. It was the rider. The healers heart freazes for a second before she lets out a gasp. Hopefully the rider wouldnt be too mad that she was this close to her brown. Talyquin starts to stand, not remembering the rock, trips and falls face first back into the dirt. Ouch. Oh yeah that was gracefull. Now fully red in the face, well with the exception of some dirt. talyquin stands again and waits for the laughter.

The housekeeper arrives to cart Krallon off to bed.

Kelana looks up, blinking in surprise and shock as Kazra and Resani enter--and Xylyth bugles earsplittingly. "Oh, I'm sorry," she directs to the brownrider, blushing bright red. How embarrassing. With a sheepish grin, she quickly stands up and backs away a bit, waving over to Resani. "Hiya, Resani." Blush receding at last, Kel's even able to manage a small chuckle at her own foolishness, though her cheeks are still flushed a faint shade of pink.

Liesana shakes her head as Remy heads off to go charm (or at least attempt to charm) the brownrider. She keeps an idle glance turned on the thief now and again, in case he should get shot down and smacked. In which case, she'd have to laugh, heartless honourary-big-sister that she is. But the rest of her attention, and there's plenty to go around, is settled on Dashvard, along with a little smile, a mixture of delight, pride, and just a little sheepishness. "The rumour mill," she intones drolly, "While more often than not being wildly off base, is being a little more accurate today, yes." She turns her left shoulder to display the double loops thereon, and gives another quick grin. "D'ye think they suit me at all?"

Resani isn't really bothered by the bugling noise of the Brown, the fact being that she hears the noises all the time at the Weyr. Enid, on the other hand, creels and flutters off in a mad whirl. Resani just rolls her azure eyes at the 'lizard and turns to Kelana, "How've you been there, eh, Kelana?" She glances at Remy and Kazra, giving yet another roll of her eyes. She peers up at Xylyth and winks, though the Brown most likely didn't see that and has no idea what she's implying.

Leolin walks down some steps which lead to the great doors and the Hold.

Dark eyes flick momentarily towards Talyquin, but the only indication Dashvard gives that he's noticed her little spill is the slight arch of one fine dark brow before his attention returns to Liesana, where he feels more comfortable leaving it. "They suit you quite well," he says, a wry grin turning up the corners of his mouth.

Leolin walks outta the Great Doors with Jay right on his heels, nipping and tackling his leg happily. Leo has a rock in hand, the one he found in the water a few days ago and is looking over it carefully as he walks. Slowly he comes to a stop, notcing the crowd of people in the courtyard, rock slides into his pocket and Jay rams head on into his stopped leg.

Kazra isn't paying much attention to the actions of anyone that was talking to Xylyth, her attention is focused on the brown. "No, you can't." she states. "There's already enough stuff in our weyr as it is." Then her eyes widen. "You wouldn't!" Don't you just love one sided conversations. The speaking of her name in a voice she doesn't recognise make her turn sharply on her heel, still glowering slightly, but the expression changes to one that loks fairly peculiar as she sees who it was that spoke to her. The fact that he asked her a question registers, and she sighs. "If you knew what he was saying, you wouldn't blame me." she mutters.

Talyquin has disconnected.
Talyquin has connected.

Ack. Who said he'd get shot down? The boy has charm! Or at least he thinks so? No matter. Being away from Liesana arouses his four golds to actually make a sound, rather than cower under the possible wrath of that Harper woman. Candra settles on his shoulder, and Scorpio on his other. The other pair of queens in a pocket, poking their heads out and watching with equal curiousity as the thief strides towards the rider pair. Remy's head bows just fraction, auburn hair hazardously spilling across his brown and semi-hiding those probing eyes of his. He laughs, and shrugs. "Who says I don't?" Masculine lips supporting that same simple grin. He knows. He hears. He says nothing fuller on the subject, though. "Get'em a conch' shell." S'what tall Istan thief suggests, looking towards Xylyth with a tilted head.

Talyquin remains motionless, forgeting that the rider probably wanted to get to her ride and leave. As no on laughs Taly starts to feal better thinkng they may have all been distracted by the bugel of the brown. Victorious again! As she realizes her position she backs away slightly still rose red in the face. "Oh im sorry." Is all she says before moving asside. Hopefully the rider wouldnt be too mad that she was really close to her brown. Afterall nothing had happened. Just the rock. Ayup. So no one had noticed and she was a-ok. What a relief. ;)

"Me? Oh, fine," Kelana replies to Resani with a wry smile, the last of her blush fading completely. "And what brings you up here? I got a ride up to do some shopping," she sighs as she's reminded of her original purpose, "but then I ran into Talyquin, so I decided to hang around out here for a bit." A shrug and meaningful inclination of the head toward Xylyth, the rock, and Kazra fills in the rest of the story. "I'm still a bit confused..." Oy.

Liesana is Harper Woman. Hear her roar. Although she's never actually roared at anything, so whether we can hear her or not is a rather debatable point. But in any case, she's too busy treating Dashvard to another quick grin to be roaring at anything wing'd, so the issue may rest. "I really was trying to dodge this," she admits. "But now that I'm stuck with it, I /do/ have to admit that Master Liesana of Harper Hall has a fairly decent ring to it... But what about yourself?" she asks of the guardsman, eyes giving him an approving once-over. "Whoever you tapped for a Weaver has certainly done you justice."

"I stole," Resani really didn't /steal/...she's just being dramatic...her smirk suggests that, "a runner and came down here for a drink and some time away from the Weyr." The redhead glances around..."And, obviously, my runner was taken back. Or away," she winces. Althanir's going to kill her! Maybe she should've gotten wine rather than redfruit juice. She sniffs and peers up at the Brown at Kelana's meaningful gesture...of course Resani knows the basics of what's going on, but she doesn't want to run her mouth further to tell them.

Leolin has disconnected.
Leolin has connected.

Kazra was starting to look fairly calm, but Remy's next words make her stiffen. "Pardon?" she asks, voice fairly quiet, but it sounds as if she's restraining herself. "It was you then?" And if he doesn't know what she's talking about, then he doesn't. Xylyth is pretending that he isn't anything to do with this, and once more drops his head to the ground to prod the rock. "No Xy." is the comment from the brownrider without even turning around. Oh dear.

Dashvard looks darkly amused. "I certainly hope it's worth the trouble I went through getting it," he says, that same ironic mirth coloring his voice. "Strange fellow, that weaver. Kept touching my behind. It was ... an experience." Somewhere in the back of his mind, were he listening, alarums might go off at the sounds of "I stole" ... but the handsome young guard is distracted for the moment.

Leolin drops Jay.

Jay notices the large dragon sniffing or nosing something. So the excited little puppy goes running over there. When she sees it's a rock she leans over and picks it up before darting off, chase is fun! Leo about dies at the moment, "Jay NO!" The pup doesn't listen and keeps going.

Kelana's eyes widen just a tad. "Stole a runner, Resa?" Sounds like a bit of dramatic hyperbole there. "And now it's gone? But...no one would've /taken/ it, surely?" Kel blinks at her fellow resident, heading over beside her, then turns back to watch Kazra and Xylyth. "Any idea why she's so upset?" she inquires in an undertone to Resani--no sense making the brownrider any madder than she already is. "Hey...that little canine just ran off with the rock!" Uh-oh.

"He wants it ta' talk.. Rocks don't talk. Shells do." Ha. Information desk anyone? Remy watches as his head lowers, and once more, like a child wanting a toy, is told no by his mother-like Kazra. Ha. "Ya sound angry, petite one." lightly joking on the brown rider's height with an endearing little quirk of his mouth. Sculpted brows lifted, framing claret colored eyes, "Hope y'ain't angry towards me." Joking further. Ancient family secret.. when in doubt, joke. o.o Or so Remy does.

Talyquin watches the puppy take the rock and mentally Uh ohs. That was Xylyth's rock. He probably wasnt going to be too pleased at with it being stolen. Maybe it wouldnt be that bad, it looks like the the dragon was more obsessed with his rider now. As Kelana leaves Taly feals more nervous, but stays in place. There probably wouldnt be another chance for her to stand this close to a dragon. Today would be a day to remember for turns to come. "Somone might wanna go bring the rock back." she suggests hopefully. "To talk?" Now that was a new piece of information she hadnt even continued. If he liked things to talk, maybe he would like her to talk to him. "Dont suppose you want your rock back ....Xylyth was it?" she squeeks in an almost non-audible tone.

Liesana's lips twitch in spite of her efforts to remain looking intelligent and calmly listening. "Well, I suppose I can't blame him," she allows, trailing off a moment to watch the actions of canine and its' chasers with an amused air, before returning to being properly conversational. "As I was saying, or teasing rather, you've got a fairly decent behind, as behinds go. Although perhaps this fellow's method of appreciation leaves something to be desired." This is delivered with deadpan seriousness.

Things start to click in Kazra's mind. She tilts her head to regard Xylyth, who is watching the pup running off with the rock. "No Xylyth, you don't need to chase her to get the rock back. You already have one back at the weyr. And I don't care what you think it said to you." Gotta love strange dragons. She turns her attention back to Remy, not really caring if they are the centre of attention. "Yes, I'm angry." she admits, a snap in her tone. "With you, and Xy." but there is the faint flicker of something that could almost be defined as a smile. He's winning though. Just.

Resani sure can run! Look at her go--fall! Trip. Thud. Crunch. The redhead trips and lands in a pile of gravel, rocks, and sand. So much for being the hero of the day, huh, Resani? It always backfires, doesn't it? She mutters to herself, keeping her sprawled out stature until she feels she can stop hurting. She rolls over on her back with a grunt and a feeble smirk. She picks up a rock laying close to her and offers it to the Brown, possibly much to poor Kazra's dismay.

Jay just keeps running and now somebody is chasing her she just keeps going, glancing behind her to see if the human is gaining. Leolin takes off at full speed to catch his little pup, thinking he may be able to cut her off. Tackling the pup to the ground he, he tugs at the rock in her mouth, "Drop it Jay! It's not yours!" He snaps at the little pup through gritted teeth. After a few moments of fighting with the stronge puppy he gets the rock from her mouth and gets to his feet. Holding the pup in one arm and the rock in the other, he dusts himself off and makes his way to the brown and holds out the rock to him, "Jay says sorry. She was just playing and thought you wanted to." Of course he really doesn't know if that was the pup's intention but he's sure going to guess it was.

Dashvard gives Liesana a somewhat hunted look, the color rising in his pale cheeks. "Er," he says, "thank you. I think." He's not used to dealing with compliments relating to the nether portions of his anatomy, really. "One might say the same of yours." He's not exactly clear what the set responses are in this particular social situation, but anyway, there's no harm in returning favors, is there?

Kelana's muscles tense as she instinctively prepares to follow Resani; then she forces herself to relax a little, since Kazra apparently doesn't want the rock recovered. "Resa...are you okay?" she calls over to the redheaded resi, taking a few steps her way. "Oh, he got it back," is noted with a blink. And that'll probably make Kazra even angrier.

Look, look, Lies! Remy hasn't been slapped stupid yet! Ha! He /IS/ winning. His lips clear of that grin, and an almost pouted thin line is exchanged for it. Brows lift, giving Kazra /almost/ puppy eyes. "Aw. Dun' be angry. It'd keep'em busy.. n' wit' de'tides like they are.. should be able t'find a shell really quick." Glancing at Xy', he winces, and half laughs- -understanding fully why Kazra would be upset. "Ah' know where to look if y'want me to help.. Get ya' yer ticket back home quicker." He fosters the woman a wink. Remy's attitude doesn't change much from that jokerish air, as thief looks towards Xylyth. "Dun' worry, ya'll get a pretty shell soon 'nuff. Shards. .if tides been good,, might find ya /two/." Its like baiting a child... One cookie or two? Ha. Incorrigibly he steps closer to the brown rider as she smiles, giving some soft grin, "Ya know how t'light up a room with that smile." charm charm charm! (ooc: player is bricked. x.x )

Talyquin just shrugs and moves over closer to Kelana. Again she watches remy interact with the dragon. What luck he has, two dragons in one day. How does he do it. "So uh, Kel wanna help me plan the next prank?" she muses to her friend. There were going to be pranks. Lots and lots of them if Talyquin could help it. Again talyquin looks back at Remy. That guy understood lots about dragons, now how had he learned all that information? Shards to her own bad luck. Oh well, back to the drawing board. Plans needed to be made, and pranks needed to be held. It was the Healercraft Hall tradition.

Look, Lies? Hasn't it already been proven that Liesana's gaze has been roving in the direction of Dashvard's posterior? Or... something. Liesana hasn't actually been looking at all, but is assuming, what with Guard training and all, it's a fairly decent one. She blinks at the reply, and then shakes her head and gives a quiet chuckle, before sweeping an exaggerated half-bow. "You're too kind, truly." is her reply to that, before casting about for a suitable topic. "Er.... So, spent any more time watching the sunrise?"

Talyquin goes home.

Two rocks now! Xylyth is in curious dragon heaven, although Kazra isn't in the best of moods. But as Remy speaks, her posture relaxes, and her face reflects relief. "You know where to find them?" Phew. A slightly sheepish smile is given as she realises just how bad tempered she's been. Xylyth senses his riders change of mood, and headbutts her gently. "And you are a shameless flatterer." Relax everyone, no homicidal Kaz now.

Yes, assumably Dashvard has a posterior worth looking at, and indeed, to some, worth grabbing: this has already been established. "Sadly," saith the dark-haired young guardsman, in a tone of mild regret, "not as often or with as much attention as I'd like, these last few days: I've been stuck with early morning duty."

Leolin drops the rock and sets the puppy down, who goes scampering over to the large brown, sniffing about it. After a few moments of sniffing around the dragon she goes to lick it, what do this taste like? Leo just sits...he gives up. His puppy is about as curious as Xy is. There is no hope.

Resani props herself up with her elbows. She dusts a few bits of gravel and sand off her face that stuck to her during ground-impact with a snort. She just rolls the rock to Xylyth's feet as she raises to her own, "There ya go, fella. I'm sure Kazra appreciates you having yet /another/ rock." She turns to Kelana and her question, dusting herself off, "Yea. I'm fine. I tend to do that a lot," she smirks and silently frets about her transportation home. She'll figure it out, nevertheless.

With a dark, rich laugh, Remy nods. "Aye. " Cocking his head boyishly to the side, grin widens. "Course, petite one. Dat' is one of my many great qualities... Jus' ask Lies.' Yes. And she'd probably inform you she smacks the tiddly winks out of the poor guy. Oy. Poor Remy. Sniffle. Crimson eyed man simply withdraws himself from Kazra's immediate area. 'If ya' care ta' join us on d'shell hunt, Kazra.. c'mon." Silently an invitation is given to Xylyth as Remy heads down to the beach.

Remy walks towards the beach.

Rakishimono glides down some steps which lead to the great doors and the Hold.

Xylyth rumbles happily. At least someone understands his curiosity, and off he goes. Kazra follows, muttering "He'd better behave himself." but whether she is refering to Remy or Xylyth is debatable.

Xylyth paces easily, head high and tail dragging on the ground. towards the beach.
Rakishimono glides towards the beach.
Kazra walks cheerfully towards the beach.

Kelana stifles a chuckle as the canine proceeds to actually /lick/ Xylyth, hastily suppressing the tiny smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. Hee. "You sure, Res? Okay." Turning back to Xylyth and Kazra, she allows herself a small smirk as Remy leads the pair over to the beach. "He's got a nerve..." she giggles.

Liesana offers a wry little smile. "I rather hear you on that," she agrees, perching on her pile of paving stones. Nice little touch of alliteration there, no? "In between developing a lovely case of paranoia by being grilled for a Mastery I wasn't expecting, and covering a morning class for a fellow ranker with a head cold, I've been a prisoner of the Archives myself. We ought to meet at the beach some morning, though," she notes with another smile, the wry touch slipping away. And then of course, it's time to holler "Yeah! Ask me, he's a brat!" in response to Remy's overheard comment, as the thief slips away.

"I'm off you guys," Resani bids her farewell. She'll get her way back home. For now, her plan is to find herself some strapping, handsome man to take her back to the Weyr on his great white runner. She plans to find this man the the Flying Mug. So with a grin, she heads back into the Hold...

Resani walks up a few small steps and passes into the Hold through the great doors.

Storm Dancer moves with feet that condescend to touch ground in from the beach.

Kelana sends a small wave after Resani, then remembers her errand. "Shopping...oops." Facepalm. Digging out her pouch of marks once more, Kelana starts up the steps, slinging her rucksack back over her shoulder as she goes.
Kelana goes home.

Leolin just sits there on the ground, watching Jay wander around. After moments of wandering the little pup goes over to Liesana and yips, tring to get her attention. Big eyes looking up at the harper with such a 'Aww..pet me' look on her face. "Jay...leave people be." He tells the pup who ignores him and sits infront of Liesana still giving her that look.

Dashvard smiles back, seeming both pleased and surprised by the offer. The idea of actually /planning/ to meet her somewhere hadn't even crossed his mind. But then again, how else can you meet your friends? Chance meetings can't be everything. "I'd like that," he answers. There is a slight pause, as the guardsman's dark-eyed gaze aims somewhat downward. Hrm. There appear to be a ... dog. How odd.

"I'll send a firelizard then, next time I'm free," assures Liesana, patting at the green and gold currently staring eachother down over their respective claims of her shoulders. "I believe Hippolyta has seen you often enough now." And then her gaze follows Dashvard's downwards, and a soft smile appears on the Herder-born Harper's face, the woman crouching down with all thoughts of Rankish dignity (Like there were any in the first place) tossed to the wind. "Ohhh, now aren't you just a little scamp?" she coo's, rummaging in a pocket and producing a respectable chunk of herdbeast jerky and offering the treat, to the dismay of her firelizards. "Who do you belong to, I wonder..."