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Harper's Tale - Thursday, June 13, 2002, 6:29 PM

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Lower Alpine Meadows

Vorkoroth> Wyn heads back down the trail towards the weyr.

Larnat arrives suddenly, stepping out from behind some rocks.

Sinead arrives suddenly, stepping out from behind some rocks.

"Ike! Ike!" Cue the arrival of a rather Un-Wynnish-Looking Wyn. For one thing, she's grinning brightly. For another, she's got a skin of Benden sherry in one hand, with a team of drudges bringing up the rear behind her, a massive and promising crate in their charge. And for the third and most devastating... Wyn. Is in a dress. A slinky, décolletage-bedecked gala dress no less. "I've brought the wine!"

Sii'kyn strides in. He's unassuming. Really. F'ree is with him, and they're just striding up the 'Meadows. Blink. "Good Faranth in a red-hot, low-cut cocktail dress!" Stare. "...Hi." He shakes his head, and just stares. "You look.. uh.. good." He, himself, looks stunning as always, and F'ree has three brightly-wrapped packages under his arm.

Vorkoroth> Farleth lands gently despite the buffeting winds above.

Vorkoroth> Farleth turns a whirling eye to watch as T'am slips from between rusted ridges and past sunburnt sorrels toward the ground.

Vorkoroth> T'am heads back down the trail towards the weyr.

T'am meanders in from higher up the trail.

Sii'kyn is staring at you again. Perhaps he needs therapy?  Larnat is staring at you again. Perhaps she needs therapy?

You look more closely at Larnat, but don't notice anything different.

Larnat saunters in, maintaining the image of a siren or temptress or -whatever- for all of two seconds, before abandoning all restraint and sprinting forward. "Ike! Wyn! Turndays to the both of you, and have them be happy," she announces, looking a bit radiant. "Sa'rn sent the clothes. Told me to where 'em as soon as I could. Sometimes I /really/ don't know what he thinks about my activities at the Weyr." Snicker.

Sinead makes her way in, a shock of white against her dark skin. "Wyn! Sii'! Happy Turnday you two!" she exclaims with a wave as she makes her way closer.

Wyn's bright smile is undiminished, and she sweeps a playful curtsey in the direction of Sii'kyn and F'ree. No, not, a bow. Too *cough* dangerous. And then a pirouette, and another curtsey to Larnat, the wineskin sloshing slightly. Mmm, yes, Wyn's not quite sober, but she's doing it in /style/, dammit. "Glad you approve, Ike," she kids, before fairly beaming at Larnat. "/Thank/ you, 'Nat. Glad you were able to make it."

T'am appears a bit startled by all the activity taking place in the meadow. Or perhaps its just the sight of Wyn in a dress that causes the bronzerider's jaw to drop slightly and his eyes to shift from her to everyone else and back again. "What in the name of Faranth's snaggle-toothed smile is going on out here?" Looks to him like a party. And he doesn't remember getting an invitation. Which might lead to some minor sulking, but otherwise this looks to be an event he can crash. Something interesting after being chased away from the new caves by anxious little Minecraft apprentices who don't want to incur the wrath of Master Iisana. Upon hearing Larnat's turnday greeting to the weyrling, he perks right up and waves as well. And then he frowns. What about him? His turnday is only a day away.

Fiareth arrives suddenly, stepping out from behind some rocks.

Fiareth is smart, see? She found her away after all.

Amazing!

Sii'kyn quietly slips past Wyn - the initial shock ain't that much, really - to snag a skin from the case. "Mmm, a good year." Mmm. He shifts, glancing left and right and everywhere. Finally, he reclines against a random table, watching the bakers pile in with food. Mmm. Fooooood...

Fiareth drops a foreleg, craning neck to watch E'an dismount.

Fiareth slips across the meadow, leaving the stream behind.

Vorkoroth> Fiareth wanders on in from the lower meadows.

Vorkoroth> Vorkoroth rumble-purrs contentedly. Wyn is being social. His daring plans have paid off at last!

Who has cake? Trajan has cake! The bakerlet comes, definitely hiding behind two other apprentices he's dragged along with him. They, of course, carry the cake for him, all pretty and covered in...green icing! Doesn't that look fun? But the bakerlet himself will definitely hide behind the other ones. Meep. Nope. He's not reeeeeady.

Sinead finishes her walk to the group, dress swishing behind her, as best as one like that can. "Heylo," many waves are given as Ead sets down two boxes. No touchy, the turnday people have to wait.

Vorkoroth> Fiareth purrs. Two blues and a bronze. What fun - they're all three males. She whips her tail this way and that, her glowy self glowing and whatnot - but don't get confused. Fiareth is always glowing. That doesn't mean she's proddy, though its possible she could be.

Larnat is here, as well, smiling at Wyn. "Welcome, Wyn. Have a little bit of wine for a good baker lass?" she wheedles, watching the wineskins with something akin to hunger. "By the by, I /did/ get both of you turnday presents. Ah, yes. Now, let's /see/...for Ike, I decided not to bake you something, because I figured Trajan would excel in that department so that any paltry offering of mine would go unnoticed. Sooo..." And with a flourish the present is drawn out of her sack. "Recipes! Family recipes, all sorts of recipes. Collected by yours truly. I figured that you and Trajan could bake 'em together or something," she says with a nod. And then turns again to Wyn. "You're not getting yours until /I/ get wine." Bah, promises.

Vorkoroth> Farleth croons very softly to Fiareth, a deep rumble with a country twang to it. Finally, the company starts to get interesting.

"T'am!" greets Wyn blithely, beckoning the bronzer closer, and setting up rather pleasant secondary motions at about the level of her gown's neckline. "It's a party of course! Do come have a skin of wine or sherry. My gift to the crowds, Benden's best. And you too, Sinead..." She then trails off to waggle a finger at Larnat. "Ah! That's fighting dirty. But, come, get your one glass while I can watch you. I fully intend to collect my quota of turnday kisses, and then become utterly insensible soon after. Getting old is for the wherries."

E'an raises an eyebrow as he enters, and then claps his hands and clears his throat... rather audibly. "Attention! I am here now, and I am expecting sweets and wine. So if you will please all now herd into my direction - I don't feel like walking towards /you/ - I'd be most delighted and overall pleased."

Muscles twitch, hood comes up, and a fairly short young man calmly watches out from under the shadows; silver circlets follow a certain Bakerboy, but then recipe cards are shoved at him. He stares. Hood comes back down, and Sii'kyn gingerly accepts. "Er.. ahh.. thanks, Larny." And still, silver eyes follow after Trajan, noticing a difference about him. What.. is.. "That's a good looking cake," is half-rumbled, half-purred, guests ignored, as his attention focuses on his most favorite person. E'an's heard, however, and he glances up. Ahah! Izza... E'an. (E'an rocks. Everyone, worship him and kiss his feet. Or.. uh.. not.) "Sweets are that way, and for wine, ask the stunning lady in the stunning dress," F'ree cajoles from where he is.

Trajan will..peek out eventually, as the other apprentices with him set the cake down on a blanket. Picnic! Ahem. Smiling slowly, the bakerlet looks around, throwing a few waves a people, faintly blushing. Aheh.. Really. It's just the outfit. Hopping up though, he does wave his hands a bit. "Happy Turnday Wyyyyyn!" And then? Then, he'll finally come out of the hiding place behind the other apprentices, and saunter--yes, he's sauntering--right to Sii'kyn, smiling happily at him. Beam. "And Happy Turnday to you too, Sii'kyn." Flutterbeam.

T'am beams at Wyn's offer, mood at once placated. "A party. Wonderful idea. Just the thing for getting everyone out of the caverns after the long winter." Every winter seems long to him. "Ah, Benden." Of course, he drinks nothing else, being an Inferno rider. Stepping briskly up to the group, he picks out a skin of wine. That taken care of, he turns back towards Wyn and winks. "Happy turnday. I do believe this means you're older than me. By a few days, at least." Mwahahaha! "Ah, E'an. Come get something to drink." The bronzer completely ignores the Istan's demands that everyone move his direction, instead motioning the greenrider towards himself.

Larnat cackles. Well, now, that she's achieved her goal, Lar can be decent and give Wyn her turnday gift. A hand dives into her satchel to pull out an assorted bag of goodies. "I got you a couple of different things...let's see, some shoney bread -that's a family recipe- and, ah, some cookies. Yes. And then I got you a necklace, as well. One with a little blue dragon -that's supposed to be Vorkoroth-" she says, nodding, though her eyes are already slipping over. Wine. "Can my one glass be Benden Cross?" Ahem.

Sinead nods. "Wine, wonderful," Ead, of course, can have some, especially since the promotion, and she's not working today, wee. "So, how is everyone?" She enquires of the general population.

E'an sighs and mutters something under his breath about rude people and the general laziness people must be going through when they can't even take some how many steps towards him, but he pushes on anyhow to fetch himself some wine. "What's this about one glass, I hear?" E'an says he takes his glass of Benden and tentatively sips at it. "No one had better tell me I'm restricted to one glass." Wine's good for your health, 'sides.

Iqe arrives suddenly, stepping out from behind some rocks.

Wyn blows Trajan an airy little kiss in reply, either unaware of the possibility of blushing she might trigger in the Bakerlet, or enough of her warped sense of humour remaining under the alcohol-aided chipperness that she's doing it on purpose. Then it's back to T'am, giving a playful alto purr of "Then happy Turnday yourself. Don't I get a kiss?" Uh oh. The ex-Mindhealer seems to have let her id out to play. Fear the id. Or... just go with it. A skin of Benden sherry is waved at E'an, before she's smiling at Larnat. "It can... if you can find some."

If it was jaw-dropping surprise at Wyn, Sii'kyn's going to have a /heart/attack/ at Trajan's appearances. Jaw /does/ drop, eyes widen, and he's... actually breathless. Or speechless, at last. Finally, he realizes that his mouth is hanging, and he clips it shut, albeit belatedly. "You.. ahh.. look.. uhh.. different. What's the word I'm looking for..." His eyes travel the Bakerlet unabashed, and lips curve into a broad smile. "Delicious." Now, if /that/ doesn't make Traj blush, nothing will.

Zylpheth meanders in from higher up the trail.

Kh'ryn slides down from the cloudy peaks of Zylpheth's neck, leaving the breathtaking view behind.

Trajan does indeed blush. And blush quite a bit at that. He giggles softly, lowering his eyes for a few moments before smiling at Sii'kyn again, moving forward to brush a kiss to his cheek, nearly purring at him. "Don't worry, you can have all you want later as long as you don't spoil your appetite." Cough. Where /did/ that shy bakerlet go?

Iqe releases Deemond, who launches into the air.

Iqe slips into the warm waters.

A bugle announces a certain bluerider and his dragon, as the duo appear above the partygoers’ heads. As Zylph touches down, Kh'ryn hollers a greeting to those gathered, sliding down from his lifemate with hardly a hint at his limp. "Where's the turnday girl?" he shouts to the nearest person, who directs him in Wyn's direction. "Got a little something for you," says the blond man, reaching up and shaking the sack held within his grasp. "Benden Cross. Several Bottles." Grin.

T'am smiles quite cheerfully once E'an joins the group. It was all his doing, y'see. And then the swivels to grin at Sinead, simultaneously popping open his skin of wine and taking a swig. "Ead! I didn't see you there. You look lovely. My, you're all looking lovely." Another glance is tossed Wyn-wards, letting the blueling capture his attention for a time. About the time that she asks about the kiss. "Uh, well thank you." For the Turnday greeting. "I'm, um, sure we'll all be giving you kisses in a bit?" Usually he'd be all over a chance to kiss a pretty girl, but this is...Wyn. Intimidating. Turning quickly back to Sinead, he makes a temporary escape. "We're doing quite fine. And yourself?"

Deemond suddenly disappears ::between::!

Larnat pouts at Wyn. "Come now. Don't be /cruel/ Wyn, even if you aren't quite sober," she notes, shifting about the crate and peering at the drudges menacingly. "Oh, just /give/ it to me already," she whines. And a cough for the mannerisms of a weyrmated couple, as Lar just tsks and shakes her head at Wyn. "Yes, you've already had a bit to drink, haven't you?" Snicker. "Yer not," she says quickly to E'an. "I am." And she turns to Kh'ryn, giving a sigh. Benden Cross.

Zylpheth slips across the meadow, leaving the stream behind.

Zylpheth meanders in from higher up the trail.

Griffin slides down from the cloudy peaks of Zylpheth's neck, leaving the breathtaking view behind.

Zylpheth goes home.

Sinead turns to T'am and nods. "Are you implying I don't always look lovely T'am dear?" She enquires with a bright grin, silly silly people. "'Nat, dear, you know that as an apprentice you're not permitted to have wine, right?" Ear’s gonna be cruel, no wine for the appy, nope, none at all.

Diulnyth meanders in from higher up the trail.

Diulnyth slips across the meadow, leaving the stream behind.

Zia meanders in from higher up the trail.

E'an isn't exactly a part of a conversation, per se... rather, he's listening in and picking up bits and pieces, with respectful hello-nods to everyone he recognizes. Let's see... wine, kisses, kissing, kiss, lots of kissing - aha! "Let's play spin the... skin!" There aren't any bottles, right? And just in case you didn't know how: "Whoever you spin the skin and it turns to, you have to /kiss/." Wine-gulp.

Sii'kyn stares at Trajan. "Who are you want what have you done with my Trajan?" A blink. He shakes his head, and shifts to observe the rest of the party -- he still lingers, not willing to plunge in. Wyn handles the spotlight easily. He swigs from his wineskin, watching her for a moment, before shaking his head in surprise and returning to studying Trajan for a long moment. "What's this?" He reaches out, fingers brushing at the glitterishic stuff.

Late, of course, is Zia. But she has a wineskin in each hand, so you'd better all welcome her with open arms. Face flushed from the cold of Between, she sports a tan from numerous trips to Ista. And she's arrived just in time to play spin the wineskin! Impeccable, really. "Wyn, Ikebaby! Happy turnday to both of you!" TinyBlue scampers towards both, wineskins outheld. "I brought you presents, though it doesn't look like you'll be needing them.."

"Swimmingly, Ead!" Trills Wyn in reply to the Guard. Or, at least as much as a rich alto can trill. She deftly rescues Larnat's glass of wine from the drudges, and hands it off to the girl with an air of grave ceremony, before waggling her finger again. "A bit to drink, dear girl? Not enough, is more like it!" And then it's back to scaring T'am. Just because intimidating T'am is amusing to some warped facet of her mind "Oh, but I /do/ so hate waiting..." she pouts, placing one hand to a chest outlined rather nicely by the gown. He's saved, however, by Kh'ryn's propitious arrival, the bluerider sashaying over towards him to relieve him of her present with another blown kiss, before taking him firmly by the arm and tugging towards the group surrounding E'an.

Trajan smiles brightly, shaking his head just a little bit. "I'm not…entirely sure." Aheh.. "I've a friend though that works with the harpers, and does art.. She assured me that it'd come off and wasn't dangerous, so I let her put some on me." Pause. Blush... Fidget. "Is it okay?" Hey, he wanted to look nice for Sii'kyn's turnday!

The older bluerider gets dragged along by the younger one, before being tossed in with the group of weyrlings. "Um... Hiya kids," Kh'ryn greets, in a completely friendly manner - nothing condescending here. He chuckles as Wyn takes off with the bag, but luckily, the blond man kept a skin for himself, which he reaches for presently, pulling the thin container from his jacket pocket. "So, it's Ike's turnday too, hmm? Well, happy turnday to you too then!" He motions towards Wyn. "Go and grab a gift from her, if you can manage to get it out of her hands." Grin.

Griffin walks off the trail, wandering down into the small party. A few missives seem to protrude from her knapsack, seeming to imply that she was on her way back to the weyr. It won't hurt to stop by the group and strike up a conversation for a bit, now would it? Something about a wineskin rings in her ear like a clear silver bell. "Hmm." she mutters. The messenger looks strikingly well fit and only a light layer of dust clings to part of her clothing. "Hello," she says cheerfully.

Zia has disconnected.

T'am dons his most charming smile for Sinead. "Why of course not. I didn't mean to imply anything of the kind. You're always stunning, m'dear." Fluttering his lashes, despite the knowledge that it’s more of a female tactic, he slides his way clear of that potential danger and takes another sip of his wine. "Spin the skin?" My, doesn't that sound filthy. "Alright. But you'll have to show us how." Slow learner, he is sometimes. Kh'ryn's arrival is noticed- of course; it got Wyn away from him -and his clutchmate is waved to brightly, as is messenger with him.

Larnat lets out a cry of joy and pounces on the wineskin. "Yes! Oh yes. /Thank you/, Wyn. Ever so." And baker lass saunters over to sit on the ground and pop open the bottle, pouring a large swallow into her mouth at once, though she gives Sinead the 'oh, come /on/' look. "Be quiet, Ead dear." Heh. And Lar sits to relish the wine pouring down her throat at the moment. "Spin the skin? One of the drudges mentioned that...sounds...interesting." Snicker.

"It's interesting! Of course it's okay..." Sii'kyn pauses, and accepts the wineskin from Zia with glee. "Thank you." Even if she /is/ restarting. "Wyn, one of those Benden Crosses is /mine/," he calls out teasingly. He still stays stationary. Spin the skin? No thank you. He's /weyrmated/. Ahem.

Sinead chuckles at T'am. "Ahh, that's a good thing," she notes as she looks about the group. "Larnat, I'm only letting you get away with this because the turnday girl has consented," the guard points out with a chuckle, she'd probably let the baker have some anyway, but Ear’s just teasing.

Trajan wouldn't let Ike play it anyway! That, or he'd cheat and make sure he always landed on the brownrider.. Cough. Ahem. For the moment though, the bakerlet stays close, hugging Sii'kyn lightly before peeking at the wineskin interestedly. Hm.

E'an glees. Well, there seems to be a somewhat positive reception for his idea, at least. "Okay. Before we play, if you're weyrmated, you don't have to play, but you're missing out on fun, and that's your fault, and... no one cares, anyway! So." Pause. "Now. How you play: everyone gets in a circle. Someone puts a wineskin in the center, and someone has to spin it. Say I spin it, and it lands on T'am. That means I have to kiss T'am." Wink. "Does everyone understand? And we go in a circle." Clockwise. Or counter clockwise. Or.. something.

The housekeeper arrives to cart Zia off to bed.

Kh'ryn waves back to T'am, but shakes his head at the mention of 'spin the skin.' That's more of a game for the younger crowd anyway... And the bluerider's already in enough trouble with enough people so... Hey, speaking of trouble. "Um, hey Griff," he greets to the messenger standing not more than two feet away. Reaching up to rub at his neck with his free hand, the blond man blushes faintly and asks, "So. Ugh. How're you doing?" All innocence and flushes is this guy. Really!

Zia meanders in from higher up the trail.

Wyn is decidedly positive in her reception of such an idea as E'an's. Heavens, she'd probably be amused by it when cold sober. She's just... frighteningly... positive in this state. Sii'kyn's shout regarding the wineskins of Cross results in one being tossed to him, a motion perhaps a tad hazardous in a low-cut dress, but accomplished without serious incident. "Oh, /do/ count me in," she purrs, taking a seat on a rock with a dignified air and another assault on the level of her sherry.

Sinead moves over towards were E'an is, she's all for a game of spin the skin. "Kh'ryn, T'am, come on over here you two, it wouldn't be any fun if we didn't have a few more people," namely, those two. Ear’s overly energetic, and she hasn't touched the wine, Faranth forbid we ever see what would happen if she had.

Griffin shakes her head as well to the mention of the game. She probably wouldn't turn down a kiss from any dragonrider, but she prefers not to get involved. Taking a step towards Kh'ryn, she pauses as her head swivels to Sinead before she draws her attention back to the bluerider. "I've been... busy." she says slowly. Neglecting the bluerider, now is she? "And you?"

T'am listens to E'an's instructions, nodding absently. Once the greenrider is through talking, he takes a few steps and flops to the ground. Everyone can form a circle from where he is, he figures. Well, he's actually right near Wyn's rock. But he isn't about to relinquish his wineskin for the game. Nope, that little item is clasped to his chest and occasionally swigged from. Its not worth the effort of acting older and more mature when the weyrlings on a day like today, where even Wyn has to prove the fact that she's out-aged him by a day or two.

Larnat continues to give Sinead The Look, before just shaking her head, and taking another hearty sip of wine, oohing softly in pleasure. "I forgot why I liked this stuff...but Faranth, /now/ I remember!" she crows. "Eh, I've got wine, put me in the circle too," she says with a nod. In vino veritas, and that's there because Lar-player loves Latin. "Yes. Come. We don't want to have an overbalance of either gender," she notes. Snicker.

Zia has disconnected.

Sii'kyn catches the Benden Cross, and leads Trajan towards the circle. "We can at least /watch/. I just don't want to /play/." If he was single, it'd be different. But he has -- bask, beam, happiness -- Trajan, now. Yay!

Trajan laughs and nods. Hey, watching this /could/ be interesting, after all... besides making him blush madly. Ha! He doesn't have to spin a wineskin to get kisses though! He can get 'em when he wants. "Alright..oh! Did you want any cake..?"

E'an shrugs. "Okay. So... our players are..." Just to make sure. "Me, T'am, Wyn, Sinead, and Larnat?" If there are any objections, just @emit it, eh? "Alright. But, before we can do it... we have to finish drinking the wine in my skin." Because Sinead-player has dinner. "So... hahaha... let's just.. drink..." Drink, drink, drink, wink at T'am, drink, drink, drink.

"Ah, ah, ah now..." purrs Wyn in E'an's direction. "You've gotten us all anticipating the fun. Cruelty to prolong the wait..." And, so saying, she leans forward from her rock and makes a move to swat the wineskin into the centre of the circle.

With the swish of dark fabric and sweeping cloak, a sandy-haired, blue-eyed young man slides in. Sharp eyes gaze over, and V'der's lips curve up into a smile. "Well, well, well. Is this a party that I haven't been invited to? Shame, shame, shame..."

T'am nods when his name is called as part of those involved in the game. But the bronzer rolls his eyes and groans at E'an's declaration that his wine skin has to be emptied before they can play. Hauling himself to his feet, he trudges over and pokes a finger at the skin in question. "C'mon. You'll take ages to drink all that." Wyn's swatting hand is smiled at approvingly. "Well, give it up greenie."

Larnat sits herself down, and, dusting off her quite un-dusty skirt, sighing longingly at her wine. Sigh. Lurvely wine. "Yeah, I'm playing," she says resignedly, scooting forward, drowning herself in wine. No inhibitions when you're drinking the stuff. And a drudge is motioned over; baker lass is probably whispering about him being a dear and getting more for her. As said above: Bah, promises. If a promise you don't keep, it will haunt you in your sleep, and fill your conscience full of guilt, as you lie beneath the quilt. But if it's wine you like to drink, turn your cheeks alcohol-induced pink! Err. "Give."

Sii'kyn twines his arm around Trajan's waist. "Nah, not right now. Might as well wait when they /all/ can have cake..." Beam. Though he does scowl as V'der turns up. Scowl.

Trajan nods just slightly, still smiling quite brightly, and leans his head a little bit on Sii'kyn's shoulder. Snuggle. Yay! "Alright then. It's good, I promise!"

E'an blinks, and the wineskin is tumbled away from him by Wyn. "Alright! She has to spin it first. And if it lands on you, you /have/ to kiss the person. No if, and's, or but's." Right. He has to tell his children that all the time.

"As you wish," is Wyn's purred comment to E'an. Purring appears to have become a permanent condition, pleasantly marinated in good sherry as she is. "Ah, V'der, love, /do/ sit and join us. You'll wrinkle if you keep scowling like that..." That repartee delivered, she takes the wineskin and gives it a firm spin. Round and round it goes...

V'der sits. Yep. He sits down... somewhere within the ring, watching the 'skin swing around... and around... and around. Peeeeeer. Interesting... It's spinning. Where /will/ it land on?

T'am hurries back to his seat just before Wyn starts spinning. Nail-biting time.

Sinead sits and watches the group go. Ooh, Wynnie's spinning. WEE!

E'an'll be an-tiic-ciii-paa-tiing.. this is his song they're playing... err.

Larnat sips wine like a demon-child. She doesn't want to remember this, anope. Well, maybe it won't be /so/ bad. But the wine is still perfect. Watch.

Griffin watches the game for a moment before she wanders a few steps away from Kh'ryn to find herself a wineskin. She ends up with Tillek, not the best but it will do.

And the skin spins, spins, wobbles, spins, wobbles, wobbles, and draws to a halt facing... E'an! A feline smile graces Wyn's face, and the bluerider stands and crosses the circle to run a finger along the greenie baby's jawline, before leaning down to apply herself to the task at hand with a manner that clearly reads that, while Wyn's an ascetic, she's decidedly not a nun.

E'an blinks at Wyn's kiss, but can't help but to fall victim to the kiss. Le sigh fluttery. Once that's good and done with... "Well! Um. Should we pass the bottle along to T'am, now?"

Sii'kyn clings to Trajan. Cling. Yeah. Then, he stares at Wyn for a moment. "She's not Wyn," he says, staunchly. "She cannot be Wyn. That is /not/ a Wynnish kiss." Stare. Just... stare. "That was.. ahh.. odd."

Trajan blinks rapidly, and promptly blushes, turning his head against Sii'kyn. Ahem. Yeah. Shy blushy bakerlet is /still/ in existence.

And Ike is familiar with Wynnish kisses?

V'der is!

T'am blinks, lashed green eyes fluttering with a mixture of relief and... anticipation? "My turn already?" Well, E'an is the one with the game plan. Sitting a little taller, the young bronzerider leans forward and takes the skin. With a snap of the wrist, he flicks it into a wild wobble. Around, and around, and around...

Wyn still has that trace of the huntress in her expression as she settles back on her rock to watch the next leg of the game. "Oh yes, T'am by all means," she agrees, taking advantage of the break to apply herself to her sherry again.

Larnat is lost in her wineskin by this point...or, is it her second? Drudges are being quite discreet, and so is Larnat. But she notes vaguely that it's T'am's turn, and nods. Mhmm.

E'an is in a nice, happy, dreamy daze... maybe he'll get another kiss...

T'am takes a final swig from his own half-full wine skin as the empty one in the middle wobbles around, tilting and spinning in ever-slowing circles until it finally drifts to a halt pointing directly at... Sinead. A delicious grin creeps onto the bronzer's face as he pushes himself to standing and takes the short step to Ead. Without giving her too much time to think about it, he leans down and plants a quick but firm kiss on the guard lass.

Griffin digs her boots lightly into the soil as she watches, her eyes now upon T'am for a light stare before she snaps out of her daydream and sips on her glass of wine. It's been a long day, really it has.

Wyn chuckles to herself from her perch with her wineskin and her rock, the movement causing a splash of sherry to land in amongst her décolletage, prompting a squeak of "Shards, cold!"

You look more closely at T'am...

Sinead watches the skin go 'round and round and round and wonders if she's the only one without a drink here? At any rate, that doesn't matter, cause the skin's stopped and it's landed on...oh dear. Well, what does one say during a game of spin the skin? Who knows. So Sin just chuckles and waits for the next spinning of the bottle.

Kh'ryn goes home.

E'an giggles. "I can't wait til' I get to spin the bottle. So... next person, please!"

Sii'kyn has disconnected.

"I'm sure we're all dying to oblige you," drawls Wyn to E'an in her low alto. "But Sinead, your turn, m'dear."

Sinead eyes the bottle, eyes the people. "It's my turn, isn't it?" She enquires before reaching towards the bottle and giving it a spin, 'round and 'round it goes, spinning slightly fast.

T'am has a self-satisfied smirk as he returns to his seat. Well, that went well. At least, Ead didn't complain when he kissed her.

Larnat coughs, settling back to watch the spin. Wine still being downed, of course, though Lar has inwardly vowed over and over and over again she won't get drunk enough to wander off to some stranger's weyr.

T'am steps away for a moment to scrawl out a message to someone.

Griffin stays quiet and to the back of the party, watching those kiss each other. The mid-twenty year old messenger doesn't seem that interested. In fact, she might even find her way off shortly.

And around the skin stops, Sinead watching it carefully. Looking up to the person it's pointing at Ead blanches and makes her way over to the recipient and plants a friendly kiss on the cheek, lucky Larnat.

T'am returns, sending a firelizard off to deliver the message.

Larnat coughs. The wine hasn't completely muddled her senses all /that/ much. So she simply nods. Lucky? Larnat would have preferred a boy to kiss her - you get to make all sorts of remarks that Lar would never make while not under the influence of wine-. Only fifteen. Heh. "V'der's turn, then," she murmurs.

E'an rolls his eyes. "Oh, my. Talk about the steam in /that one/," he says, voice dripping with sarcasm, then eyes V'der. "You'd better be able to match that one, or I'm giving up faith on the High Reaches." Pause. "Except for Wyn and T'am. And Fyria." Right.

With a menacing rustle of his cloak, V'der steps up to the wineskin, flashing E'an a cocky smile. "You underestimate the power of High Reaches," he notes, before giving the 'skin a firm spin and stepping back again, arms folded across his chest in a brooding parade rest.

"Oh, I might be able to vouch for him," drawls Wyn again, repairing to her sherry again as she watches the wineskin spinning. And she offers no more details beyond one of the female specialty of Enigmatic Smiles.

T'am settles back with his skin and sips lazily, watching the spinning with half-closed eyes. It seems unlikely that anyone will land on him in the near future, what with all the rest of the participants. Or else, he is just not intrigued by the idea of being kissed by V'der, one of his least favorite Weyrlings.

Larnat coughs. She /is/ absorbed in her wine, after all, and little else is paid attention to for the moment. Not V'der, not the bottle, not really anything except the wine, though she's starting to stop. Sigh. Shouldn't get more than comfortably drunk.

Really, then in that case there must be a touch of the Dark Side affecting how that wineskin spins. Because around and around it goes, drawing to a halt squarely in front of none other than T'am. An eeevil smirk settles on the blonde brownrider's face, and he crosses the circle to press a kiss on the hapless bronzer with a thorough attention, even if it's mercifully brief. V'der not really swinging that way, after all.

Larnat gulps. "Oh my. My turn now, isn't it?" she says, setting her wineskin carefully down and taking the bottle to spin it across the floor, settling back to watch with a smirk as the bottle goes round and round, apparently finding her victim...eheh.

T'am does swing that way. On occasion. Mercifully, V'der's approach goes unnoticed until it is too late. Glancing up with a start, the Assistant Weyrlingmaster only has time enough to register who exactly is blocking the light before the lips come down. It all seems to pass quickly enough, for which T'am is thankful. And, though he'd never admit it, the experience wasn't entirely unpleasant.

E'an giggles madly. "I bet you liked that, T'am." Eyebrow-waggle.

Wyn simply arches an eyebrow in great amusement, and drinks a little more sherry, before casting a frankly appraising look on E'an. "And how is your opinion of High Reaches now, E'an...?" she queries. The Purr has returned. Uhoh.

Larnat crows. "Here's one for 'Reaches pride," she says, and her words aren't even /that/ slurred, either. Watching the bottle for a moment meditatively and giving a 'here goes nothing' sort of shrug and watches the skin settle on...V'der! "Oooh," says baker lass, and moves swiftly forward to give V'der a bit of an ardent kiss. Ahem. Someone's apparently not all that inexperienced, and Lar gives a rather suggestive wink before returning to her seat.

T'am casts a half-hearted glare in E'an's direction. But then the instinct to seduce takes over and instead of snapping something waspish at the greenrider, he gives him a honeyed smile. "I'd have enjoyed it more if it had been you."

E'an takes the bottle - it is his now, correct? If not, then its his now anyway - and blushes at both Wyn and T'am. To Wyn: "Well, I've always had a very good opinion of High Reaches. I'm old friends with Quara and Pyrene and Lis." Nod. "And I met T'am and Fyria recently. They're all... very interesting." He gives his bottle a good spin, then smiles at T'am. "Well, of course you would have. /Everyone/ does." And if they don't, then they regret it.

Griffin has disconnected.  Jozzie meanders in from higher up the trail.

V'der is perhaps a touch surprised, but far from unwilling. He even kisses back a touch, before favouring Larnat with a touch of that Evil But Charming smile that's proven a success elsewhere. Although a mildly sherry-enhanced glare from Wyn sets him back a touch. "And would it be E'an's turn now?" he rumbles.

The Scene, for new arrivals: A game of Spin The Wineskin, involving T'am, E'an, Wyn, Larnat, Sinead and V'der.

Larnat smirks. Apparently she's not that bad, after all. Feel the wine-induced pride, no? "Yes, E'an, it's your turn now," she notes, sipping decreasing sips of wine in between words, finally reluctantly putting the skin aside for good. "Spin it, E'an."

A shadow of a dragon flickers over the heads of the party as they are gathered on the mountain's hillside. Several moments later a young, vibrant looking bluerider steps into the party with a small boy cradled in her arms. Small puffy eyes of the six-month-old boy look around the gathering as he whimpers quietly. Jozzie pauses as she places her hands dominantly on her hips as she looks for her prey. Yes, /prey/.

The housekeeper arrives to cart Griffin off to bed.  Trajan goes home.

Sinead listens about the circle, if that's possible, and tosses in the occasional comment. "Yes, spin E'an, it was your idea," she notes with a chuckle to the rider before turning to see another rider enter. Ooh, t'is a Jozzie.

And Wyn? Wyn is simply sitting and smiling, a touch of the feline returning to the expression, grey eyes intent on the game despite the half-skin of good Benden sherry she's dispatched.

T'am chuckles at Larnat's invasion of V'der. The young brownrider is seeing quite a bit of action all of a sudden. Attention then wanders back to E'an, and eyebrows are waggled in response to the Ista rider's comments before T'am returns to sipping the remains of his wine. Green eyes flick briefly to Jozzie, eyeing her with some interest before he again watches E'an and waits for the bottle to be spun.

And it lands at... Larnat. Smiling, and not ever noticing Jozzie, E'an says, "Looks like I got Larnat." Thus he decides to give a good experience if he's giving one at all, and brings himself to kiss Larnat for quite a lengthy period of time, rubbing at her shoulder whilst. "There's plenty more where that came from." Pause. "Which is Ista, by the way. I'm from Ista." Ditzy laugh. He forgot to mention that, right? "Whoo. Anybody got any Wyn?" Ha, ha. "Wine, I mean. Really."

Larnat isn't like this, normally. But there /is/ the factor of wine, so she doesn't mind at all, even giving a light purr before turning. "Yes, Wyn, I do believe it's your turn now," she says with a vague nod and a little hiccup. "Ista. A'course."

It's Jozzie alright and not quiet a happy one at that. E'an is pointed out quickly as the bluerider draws her eyes narrowly. "You!" she points directly to the male greenrider. She then flicks her wrist over and twitches her finger in a 'come here' motion. The Wingleader of Firestorm doesn't look so cheerful as Enos tones his whimpers down only to sniffles. The child reaches his fingers out in a waggle towards his father. "Mmf..." The bluerider just tightens her lips as she looks to E'an. "Practicing?" she childs.

Wyn's smile sharpens to become a little more predatory than before. And hefts a fresh skin of Benden Cross in hand. "Come over here, and I have both..." the petite bluerider purrs, before suddenly letting irritation flicker in grey eyes. "Him." she replies. "And a guest at my party. As you're quite welcome to be. Come, have some wine and some cake, and /socialize/." The irritation might never have been there as her smile returns with a determined air.

E'an blinks and nearly jumps out of his skin. "Jozzie!" Err... "Enos! You brought Enos! Why'd you bring... Enos?" Sigh. "And.. why are you here? Don't hurt me! I'll take care of him. Has he got the sniffles? Give 'im some medicine! Am I in trouble?"

Jozzie plops Enos into E'an's arms. "I believe you were missing something when I said I had an important meeting at Telgar..." she says in a plain tone. "Alas, the meeting has been canceled. Luckily enough Fiareth was willing to provide information of your location." Enos seems to be overly joyful to be in his father's arms. "Da!" he says loudly. She eyes the small party and sighs, "Sorry for interrupting." she apologies.

Larnat looks up at Jozzie and coughs. She doesn't exactly know her, but... "No, don't believe yer interrupting anything," she notes quickly, squirming in her seat. Hiccup. Somebody's comfortably drunk, aren't they? Mmm. "You gonna play?" she asks, gaze focusing on the 'rider for a moment before she draws Klah down into her lap to give him a scritch.

T'am wiggles his fingers at the little boy now in E'an's arms. Perhaps wavering a bit as he does so, the effects of the wine starting to show. Blinking up at Wyn, he asks in a forlorn voice, "Does this mean the game is over? But I only got two kisses." And his wine is almost gone. The near-empty skin is shaken irritably.

Sinead chuckles as she listens to Larnat. "Nat, dear..." she says, leaving the rest up to someone else to fill in. "And no, the game is not over, I only got one," nod, yup.

Wyn eyes the game, now thrown into mild disarray by the addition of bluerider and spawn to the tableau. But, marshalling what limited hostessing skills the sherry has granted her, the bluerider smiles. "I do rather believe that the dynamics have shifted, yes. And seeing as how I have yet to /recieve/ a single kiss on my own turnday..." The feline smile returns. "I think that perhaps a game of forfeits might be in order, even if our wineskin spinning has come to an end..."

E'an mutters something under his breath. "Jozzie. I'm really sorry. I heard about party... yada yada yada... I was stuck with all those whining Harem kids. Imagine them, leaving me with /their/ children! And so... I left a nanny with the rest... but I forgot Enos was in your weyr... he had been taking a nap... I didn't think of the consequences... I should've left a firelizard behind..." Tears. "Pleease forgive me?"

Enos is not whiny... and certainly is /not/ a harem child. In fact, the six month old seems to giggle at T'am, eyes twinkling brightly has he is placed in E'an's arms. "Very well, you're forgiven." she says. "I shouldn't have barged in..." she shows a bit of embarrassment now after doing so.

Larnat yawns and stretches, shooting forlorn looks at her empty wineskin every so often, before coughing. Yish, topic at hand. And she turns toward Wyn. "Turnday kisses? What're we talking about," she says, shaking her head to get it clearer of the wine.

The sulking twist of T'am's mouth reverses itself, magically transforming into a smile. Giving Enos a fatherly wink, the bronzerider adds his invitation to Wyn's, waving Jozzie into the circle. "Sit, sit." Or stand, if thats how it must be. The slightly glassy-eyed rider is eager to get on with the festivities.

Sinead eyes them and offers a headshake. "Why should you guys get turnday kisses?" She enquires with a slight pout. "I didn't get any on my previous turnday's," she notes with a nod, folding her arms across her chest.

E'an steps away for a moment to scrawl out a message to someone. E'an returns, sending a firelizard off to deliver the message.

Wyn smiles angelically and smooths at her gown. Ignore the horns poking out of her hair, please. "Why, Ead, because one has to /pursue/ such things as Turnday kisses... Unless you happen to be built like Lis." She adds, after a moment's consideration, the wine loosening comments that would normally be kept silent. "So. Forfeits? Who's in?"

E'an holds Enos up for Jozzie to take. "Here. Take him away. You know I'm not good with kids." He was only a Nanny for five or so Turns, y'know. "Um... I guess you can stay. Want any wine? Or that might not be good - you should never drink and fly. Maybe you can just take a sip? Though it's addictive, I'll admit.."

Larnat hiccups. Cue firelizards tugging on her hair incessantly and the fact that her stomach is starting to rebel a bit, and that her head's swimming with the wine. "Urh. I'm going to be going...I really don't have to want end up again, like...yeah." Wyn knows, and so baker lass lurches to her feet, tugging flizzen tails and staggering out. She'll be able to walk fine in a minute or two, don't worry.

Larnat slips across the meadow, leaving the stream behind.

Vorkoroth> Larnat wanders on in from the lower meadows.

Vorkoroth> Larnat goes home.

Sinead nods slightly. "I am," she notes with a grin and a chuckle, oh dear, never ever get Ead drunk... "I hope the rest of you are," is stated brightly to the group.

"Oh," Jozzie says, begining to show a smile. Then she looks to Sinead, "Well... then get them whenever? It seems that whenever I get drunk..." I wind up with a man in my bed... although she doesn't say that outloud, E'an's standing right there. So, the bluerider's cheeks just blush lightly. Then she takes Enos back into her arms. "I'm fine" she says. She could always use a glass of wine but now wouldn't be a good time.

Jozzie has disconnected.    E'an has disconnected.

Wyn watches the party disperse with a distinctly bemused air, her initial massive intake of sherry having worn off enough to leave her humour resurfacing and a casually predatory air as she surveys the scene. "Tsk, ending not with a bang but a whimper..." she drawls, before glancing about at the litter of the scene. "T'am..." she muses. "Do you think you and Farleth might help me get that wine crate back up to my weyr?"

Sinead watches the party disperse and offers a slight pout. Aww. "They're leaving..." she has far too much fun at parties, forgive her.

T'am staggers only slightly as he gets his feet under him. The meadow swims for only a moment before once again leveling out. Focusing on Wyn, he slips into a smile that, unconsciously, borders on a leer. "'f course. Thats not so much. Farleth could carry the whole thing. I'm always willing to help a lady. Just show me where to put it." The whole babbling answer is accompanied by expansive arm gestures.

Wyn offers a deft steadying motion to the bronzerider, before packing up the remaining wineskins. Down to 119 still back at her lair, of the dozen dozen her father left her. This is good. And, oddly, one might have caught a vaguely approving look at the leer from T'am. Who knows what lurks in the mind of Wyn? And who /wants/ to? Sinead is given a little smile. "Yes, this concludes a most... amusing... turnday. Thank you for coming, Ead. Shall we away, sirrah?" the last to the bronzer, apparently.

Sinead goes home.

T'am waves to Sinead and turns the full force of his charming YoungBronzer<tm> smile on Wyn. Falling back on old habits, it seems. "Lead the way, m'lovely blue..." whatever he was going to say is forgotten as he bends to the task of helping with the wineskins. Any predatory looks he's receiving are either going unnoticed or simply aren't being processed by his hazy brain.

Wyn's unseen smile contains a bit of plotting that would look perhaps more at home on V'der as she leads the way over to the waiting dragons, a light and laughing "As you wish..." drifting back to the following T'am.

The trail follows the stream for a while, and then switchbacks up. Up. Up!

Ice Caves     Glacier Stream

T'am wanders on in from the lower meadows.

With the courtly offer of a foreleg, you alight upon Vorkoroth's neck. Good to go.

Farleth gives a complacent rumble as T'am clambers up a muddy forearm and settles in between rusted neckridges.

Wings arc and pump, and upwards you go!

**TRAVEL**

You soar in for a landing on Vorkoroth's ledge.

Farleth soars in for a landing.

Slithering down the straps-ladder, Wyn slides from Vorkoroth's neck and gently touches earth.

You head to the heart of the Vor Imperium.

T'am sweeps in from the Vorkoroth's Staging Area.

The hem of Wyn's gown rustles silkily against the grey stone of the floor as she casually drops the returned skins into their holding place in the black lacquered wine crate-turned-coffee table, apparently quite capable of managing after all. "Welcome to my humble abode," is offered to T'am as she crosses back across the room to stand before him, lips curling in a little smile.

T'am watches Wyn's all-too-exciting trip across the weyr and back again, only remembering his manners when she parts her lips to speak. "Looks like you didn't really need me for anything afterall," he notes, absently scrubbing a hand through the dark curls cropped close above his ears. Interest distracted from her figure in that gown to his surroundings, he spends a few short moments glancing about before turning back with a small smile. "Very nice. I like what you've done with the place." He's not swaying on his feet. Really.

Wyn looks a touch surprised, before smiling up at the bronzerider. "Mmm, no, I guess not," she agrees. "And it suits me. Would you like to see the rest of it, perhaps, hmm?" Once again, the alto voice drops to a rich purr, far more musical than her singing voice, as she takes T'am by the hand, and leads him back towards the curtain occluding the inner weyr from view. "Now... about that turnday kiss you owe me..."

T'am allows Wyn to take lead him deeper into her weyr, not contemplating the situation too much, but more-or-less letting her direct him. As they move beyond the curtain, he can be heard to murmer, "About that kiss...I suppose I'll have to give it to you now. But don't forget...it's my turnday, too."

"Then perhaps," allows Wyn, turning to face him and letting a hand reach up to trace lightly along the edge of one ear. "I ought to return the favour..." The heavy curtain drops shut on the rest of the weyr.

<Local> Vorkoroth senses that he rumbles a faint silver caution, twisted on waves of nightblack, <<Your rider /will/ look after himself, no?>> before fading off into the middle distance.

<Local> Vorkoroth senses that Farleth rumbles amusement, though which reverbrates a subtle twang of mild alarm. <<Always.>> At least, 'always' in the 'recent past' sense.

<Local> Vorkoroth senses that he subsides, apparently satisfied. <<This is well, then.>> A moment's mental silence, and then the younger male offers a bit of conversation, like one half of the nightwatch to the other. <<I /would/ ask that you rider treat mine like a lady... But my Wyn says that I fuss too much.>> A touch of ruffled aristocratic feathers in the tone.

<Local> Vorkoroth senses that Farleth breezes warmth. He's rather used to this visiting of other dragon's ledges. <<My T'am is always careful with those he catches.>> Or those who catch him. The tone conveys sheer confusion at the thought that his rider might behave otherwise. A tumble in the hay is a tumble in the hay. It’s all very simple in his mind.

<Local> Vorkoroth senses that he lets a little nebula spin out around him, spots of silver and ripples of blue twisting together against the continued black background of his mind. <<Ah. Well, that is good then. Riders are much better than regular humans, after all.>> And that, apparently, is that.