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Harper's Tale 2 - Tuesday, June 04, 2002, 6:16 PM
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Location:  The Quiet Corners of High Reaches Weyr

Wyn strolls in, accompanied by two firelizards, brown and green, both with lovely names of ten letters or less. And, of course, The Eye. Wyn's apparently switched tactics from concealing the thing to ignoring it completely, a wicker basket full of half-finished scatter pillows balanced on one hip. Apparently someone's still doing a little decorating. "Hullo," she greets briefly, before settling herself and her pillows in a conveniant corner.

Sii'kyn comes up the stairs.

Tatia is already in place, of course. Leg propped up, hide in lap, child being amazingly good as he bangs loudly on a pot with a wooden spoon, creating a racket that's enough to drive the most patient of souls batty in a few minutes. Unless you're Tat, who's evidently tuned Eitanex's muscial abilities out. She glances up at the entries, wincing just briefly at Wyn, and then rolling her eyes toward a hyperactive wingmate. "Hi," she greets, shortly and loudly.

Okay, imagine a male in your mind. Make him just /slightly/ on the shorter side of things, beef him up considerably past the 'average', clad him in silver-streaked black, skintight leathers. Attach a thick black braid that falls to mid-black, streak hair with silver tips and subtle hints of blue, and re-color eyes into a spectacular silver. Adjust walking length to 'long stride', attach pensive look on face, and order him to walk into Quiet Corners. And, guess who you'd have? ... Ike, of course. The brownrider, with a tense air about him, sits stiffly down, and stares at the door unblinkingly.

K'nex hops inside, shivering slightly at the cold. Auri just gets a look. Beautiful lovely day? "Er...fine....," he says, not sounding so sure of that. "You're fi-oh." Before he finishes the sentance though, she's found the 'lizzard apperantly. Firelizards. Eck. And...more firelizards. What's with this? He's definantly in the wrong place, isn't he? Then there's hat noise..."Erk. Hi," he says, if you can hear it. Wince. "How's the leg?" He asks, louder this time, but not moving closer. That's closer to the noise. "Ugh, Eitanex..stop it..." Poor Kez. /He's/ not used to the noise.

Auri plops on a stack of pillows next to Tatia. And then... sinks... until all that is visible of the little greenrider are her feet and a little bit of the top of her head and her arms hanging off either side of the pillows. "You know, 'Nex," the stack of pillows says, "Your name rhymes with Decks! And Checks! And Pecs! And S-sssso. Had any mindblowingly enlightening and uplifting experiences lately, Wyn?"

"I would advise earplugs," recommends Wyn dryly, taking a pair of twists of the cotton stuffing for her pillows, and applying it judiciously to her ears, before proceeding to start work on her stitching of their covers. Grey, cream, and a reserved shade of prussian blue. No one's ever accused her of having wild tastes, nope. She notes Ike's tense air, however, and relocates herself and her sewing to perch a little nearer. "You seem introspective," she notes, a trifle louder than normal thanks to the cotton in her ears. Which means about normal conversational level for anyone else. Auri is blinked at. "Pardon, speak up?"

Tatia glances toward Eitanex, obviously startled by K'nex's reprimand. "Oh.. sorry. K'nex, grab the spoon from him, will you?" she asks - you know - in that 'ordering' sort of tone - as the toddler lifts the spoon for a mighty blow. "Although he probably won't like it much." Still, at least Wyn will be able to hold a normal conversation - although with Auri and Mr. Potatohead in the room, that may be somewhat difficult. All inquiries about the knee are ignored - Wyn's here, after all.

Sii'kyn eyes the earplugs for a moment, and shakes his head. Wyn's presence isn't ignored - however long he might take to reply. "Ram's finally wearing off on me, I guess," is quietly rumbled. Yep, rumbled. Deep voice is deeper than typical; more shields are up on the browner than most Star Destroyers have in their entirety. Wyn better be able to read lips, 'cause he's not speaking loud enough to be heard over her cotton twists. Nope. He shifts, however, flicking gaze down. "How are you?" he finally, almost reluctantly inquires. Yep. Something freaky's going on with the Ikester.

K'nex just...looks...at Auri - Or that pile of pillows where she is - with this expression of worried confusion. Which, is somewhat normal except that he's worried for /her/ mental state, not his own. "That's...nice Auri....," he says after a bit and then quickly looks away. Well, Kez doesn't have earplugs, so he'll just cover his ears with his hands. Not that it helps much. What happened to /Quiet/ Corners? Seems like the last few times he's been here, it's been loud..."Mrr...," the brownrider mutters before he walks over and pulls the spoon from his son's hand. "Augh...Sorry, Eitan, but you're making daddy's head hurt..." And possibly some other people's too.

"You know," the stack of pillows says. "You shouldn't stifle childrens' musical talents like that or else they'll grow up feeling unartistic and unappreciated and unfulfilled in life." Aurs makes an attempt at sitting up, but only flips backwards and ends up buried in pillows. Muffled, she says, "At least, that's what my Da used to say." Her blonde head pokes out of the pillows and examines Sii'kyn thoroughly. "Ike, you're essence is totally glowing. Have you connected with your inner self lately? 'Cause you're absolutely beautiful." The head disappears, then resurfaces. "And cute, too! Uheehee."

Wyn can either read lips or body language. Perhaps a bit of both. In any case, she seems to manage to get the gist of the comments, despite the twists of white poking out of her ears in a rather comical fashion. One twist of which is removed as it appears Eitanex is being silenced, fingers resuming a whip-stitch around the edges of one of her pillows. Auri is fankly stared at. she'd get an arched eyebrow, but, well, there's The Eye getting in the way of things again. So, she turns back to Ike, actually looking a bit gentle. "How am I? Doing better than you look to be... What happened?"

Sii'kyn allows his lips to tighten. "Nothing," he replies, voice as tight as a strung bow. And then, he stares at Auri. "Um. O..kay. Thank you? I guess?" A slight shudder, and his chin dips, silver gaze scything the room in a precise searchgrid. He apparently finds what he was looking for, and rises to his feet in one felenoid motion, striding forwards and snagging a half-done basket and returning. Water-softened coils are braided before weaved, fingers flying over his "artwork".

Silenced? Ha! The instant K'nex claims the spoon, Eitanex's lips part, and he emits a howl worthy of any canine when the moons are full. Aw. The poor room. Tat's not even glanced toward Sii'kyn yet, let alone noticed that body language is indicating a trouble or two. "Shards. That's it." And here it comes - the demonstration of just how Painful her Injury is. A /slow/ process gets her out of her chair, inch by inch, and she stoops quickly to scoop up the wailing child. "I'll be back." And then she exits, limping. Aw. Pity her. Injured knee. Screaming child. Thank Faranth for nannies.

Auri snugs Wyn! Wyn is snugged. She offers a faint smile in return. And then a large blue head lowers, nudging her firmly into Auri's arms with a distinct twinkle in whirling eyes. <<I am reasonably sure that Auri doesn't bite, Wyn.>>
Auri goes home.

K'nex blinks at Auri, and then looks at the spoon he's holding. "But...I just took a spoon away from him...," he says, both looking and sounding forlorn and lost. "That all seems a bit...extream..." All that, just because he took a /spoon/ away to cease the noise that was giving him a headache? Not that it's helped, apperantly. "Oooo!" Kez winces again at Eitanex lets out a howl and a wail and then some. "Ugh, oh, I'm sorry...eee..." Not that he's giving the spoon back, but that's mostly because Tat's moving to take Eitan away. "You need help? Oh, you've got it..."

Wyn sighs, contemplating stuffing the cotton back in her ear as the chorus becomes even more irritating wailing. But then decides that, as The Child will soon be gone, she can tough it out. More stitching of the pillow, and, with it finished, she selects another one. "Herdbeast droppings, Ike," she comments, almost conversationally, although grey eyes retain that oddly gentle look. "One needn't have had Mindhealer training to tell that you look like... a violin with the strings wound too tightly." Still, she doesn't press further. Yet. Must see if that urging did the trick.

Sii'kyn looks up, and gives Wyn a completely even look. He doesn't even wince as Eitan gives an especially loud wail; uh-oh. "You're confused," he quietly says, silver eyes completely oblique, deadpan and non-emotional. Almost.. eerie, the lack of emotion. "Maybe you should have your eyes checked." And then, he goes back to weaving.

K'nex glances over at Ike and Wyn a moment, before sitting himself down in a chair. Yes, he's the one who looks confused, not Wyn, but he's not going to question anything. Nope.

Wyn, queen of even looks, gives one right back. "No," she contradicts simply. "I don't think I am. It is your right, if you want to keep it bottled up, but even I know that sometimes one needs to vent." She continues the steady gaze even as her hands continue to work at the pillow. A very good effect, although likely she'll be picking out misplaced stitches later.

Sii'kyn blandly glances over at Wyn's handiwork. "If you continue on that path you're taking, you'll have to do alot of repair work," he advises at the stitches. Nevermind that the same thing could be applied to his life at the moment... "Venting is for those who are weak," is finally stated. He's already vented. This is how he turns up, post-venting. Yep.

Tatia reenters, minus an Eitanex in any stage of nosiness, and with a much more pronounced limp - it's easier when she's not trying to hustle a screaming child from the room. She pauses in the doorway for a moment, one hand on the doorframe, and her eyes widen just a bit as Sii'kyn is noticed. "Oh.. hi there." Wait.. was he here before? Surely not. Tat's observant. She would have noticed. "Getting right crowded in here." Ike is given a closer look as she wanders, limping, back to her seat. "You all right, Sii'kyn? You don't look.. normal." Funny how Tat can make even a concerned comment sound like an insult. And no, she was /not/ eavesdropping. She's just using her powers of observation for once.

Wyn ignores the comment about her stitching, although she does deign to intersperse occasional glances downwards with the continued level grey gaze. Even if the black eye grants a touch of an... odd... appearance. "No," she repeats again. "Venting is for those who are /sane/. And for those who happen to have friends who /care/ about them." Tone is as bland as ever, but emphasis is made. "You needn't tell your troubles to the Weyr, but you've been there for me, Sii'kyn. I should like to be here for you... if you'll permit it."

K'nex has taken a seat since Tatia left, and gives her a little wave as she returns, looking away from Wyn an Ike. "Eitanex ok now?" He asks, idly tapping the spoon he's still got against his leg as he watches the greenrider's limp concerndly. He does glance back at the Wyn-Ike Drama over there now and again, though.

Sii'kyn silently - pointedly - ignores Tatia for the moment. He glances up at Misses Black Eye, and twists off a section of his weaving. "You're implying that I am not sane. Very interesting." His head bows for a moment. "Thank you for the offer. I will.. keep it in mind, though I doubt you'll need to 'be there for me' anytime soon." Finally, a tinge of something: bitterness.

Tatia blinks as she settles in a chair, choosing one closer to the center of the room this time rather than reclaiming the one in the corner she'd been occupying previously. "Well." The single statement is made softly before her gaze moves to K'nex for a distracted reply. "Oh.. he's fine. Happily causing havoc by banging on the bedposts in the brat cave now.. I'll pick him up after I'm done with sweeps work." Nevermind that her hide is still lying atop her /other/ chair. It's clear over there. She's not getting up again to retrieve it.

Wyn looks bland. Which isn't that odd, but this is a pure blandness, without any of the usual subtle shades to it. This is Wyn retreating just a little bit into her shell before pressing on, just in case things should blow up in her face. Wyn, after all, is still not quite that adept at the whole concept of good friends. "I wasn't implying anything." she states. "And whether or not you want me to be, I /am/ here for you. You've convinced me to be your friend. I shan't go away because it suits you. But... as you wish." And she returns to stabbing her pillow, apparently quite oblivious to Tatia and K'nex.

K'nex nods his head, leaning back in the chair. "Ok." And that's all he has to say about that. Or about anything else, apperantly.

Sii'kyn's face tightens, if that's possible, even further. Lips, cheeks - attitude. His jaw works, and his head bows, black braid slipping over one shoulder as his fingers return to working on the basket. Nothing more is said; rather, he slips into yet more introspective thought, pension easing over his forehead by way of curious wrinkles.

"You know, it's a good way to work yourself into a really miserable state," Tatia intones after a moment of Ike-watching. Hmm. Seems like it's Sage Advice night - which is always interesting, when it comes from Tat - who can often give decent enough advice, but rarely follows it herself. Her fingers dance along the arm of her chair, moving out of habit now that she has nothing to keep her hands busy, and she watches the brownling carefully for his response - or lack thereof. Evidently it hasn't even occured to Tat that she should mind her own buisness and leave Wyn and Sii'kyn to a private conversation.

Wyn, meanwhile, has gone on to being silent, still watching Sii'kyn as she works on another pillow, adding a touch of decorative silver cording around the edges. Wyn's own private version of Trading Spaces? Although she's not really trading with anyone, so... In any case, she's making her own pillows, and saving her marks. In silence. So it's probably a good thing that Tat's talking, because Wyn is quite comfortable in playing the waiting game. Which can make for really boring poses.

Sii'kyn's just sitting there and he's making K'nex uncomfortable. Ick. And Wyn's not helping. It's that heavy silence. Makes him squirm. Ask Tat, she knows all about it. And unlike Tatia, he /is/ trying to mind his own business. You won't see him offering advice...of course, that's normal. He's more used to reciving advice, not giving it out. Twitch.

Sii'kyn-Player always gets freaked out when he sees Ike's name as the first word of someone else's pose. It just looks weird. And makes 'im jump. But. Anyhow. Ike quietly - mechanically - looks up. "Thank you for your advice, wingleader," he quietly responds, wrinkles smoothing, blandness settling in once more. He's determined to last this out.. or not. Silver eyes shade down, but then he pushes his basket aside and looks queriously at Tatia. "Have annoying, bratty holdkids ever insulted you with Vespurath around?" It's a question that needs to be answered. He wants to know.

If Sii'kyn didn't continue that thanks with a question, Tatia would likely have been down his throat in an instant with snappy accusations of sarcasm and orders to respect your rankers.. whether they were warrented or not. As it is, the greenrider's fingers still and she pauses, lips parted for a retort, to think. "Holdkids? No.. I don't think so," she finally responds, brow knitting in confusion. "Plenty of other folk.. and dragons.. have, though." She watches him in silence for a short moment before facts finally click into place in Tatia's head. "Why? Is that what's got you all worked up?"

And Wyn? Wyn just sits an listens, nodding slightly to herself as if taking mental notes. Although she /hasn't/ asked Ike to lie on a couch and talk about his childhood yet, so apparently she's getting over the Mindhealer tendancies. Grey eyes settle on her pillow, although ears remain sharply focused on the conversation at hand.

K'nex looks perfectly innocent sitting in his chair, quietly tapping the spoon on his knee. Or...he's trying /so/ hard to look innocent and oblivious that he just looks rather guilty. Who's dragons would insult Tatia? Tsk. Not that he's listening in on the conversation, no...

Sii'kyn shakes his head, pensiveness turning into introspectiveness once more. "Not directly," he allows. "But indirectly." And then.. silence. You don't want to ask further. That's his aura, apparently. He quietly works his jaw and looks down, head shaking.

And since when has Tatia paid attention to auras? /If/ she's being observant enough to catch them. "Indirectly? Gee, Sii'kyn. That's ever so specific," Tatia replies with an uncalled for amount of sarcasm. She watches him for a moment longer, then sighs. "You might as well share, you know," she mentions dryly. "Because you've got three of us here.. I'm sure at least one of us will get it out sooner or later. You'll feel better, anyway." Uh huh. There's that Tat Advice again.

Wyn's pondering appears to have paid off. That, and, with the size of her family, she's got /some/ experiance with bratty kids. "Indirectly... As in... you can handle bratty children, but they hit a nerve?" she guesses hesitantly, staring at her pillow. And for once, not tossing it at Ike.

K'nex glances over at Tatia. Three of us here? He's probably the only one /not/ trying to drag the information out of the poor brownrider. Although, if someone else did, he'd still listen.

Sii'kyn shakes his head. "It's stupid," he says, rejection showing obviously in his tone. "It's so stupid. I just thought..." A pause, and silvern gaze flicks over to Wyn, and his head nods. "That's something of it, Wyn," he quietly agrees. "They hit a nerve.. Maybe they just hit the critical mass of how much herdbeast droppings I'll take from some spoiled-ass green-as-grass holdkid. And then, having the mother - the /headwoman/ of the hold, for Faranth's sake! - just totally ignore her kids and let them continue to aggravate not only me, but a greenrider for Ista..." Jaw works. "I blew my top, and.. I just can't do that again." A bitter laugh. "Respect, and all that foolishness, I guess, still pounds in _my_ blood, atleast."

Tatia blinks, and she suddenly slumps backward in her chair, silent as K'nex for a long moment. Evidently she doesn't really have much to offer here - Tat Advice has failed. Of course, Tatia's never been good at keeping her temper - or wanting to, usually. She does speak after a long moment of silence, but it's far from an ephiphany - more like a trite phrase that's been used in attempts to cheer herself up, once or twice. "They're probably just jealous."

"There are times..." muses Wyn thoughtfully. "When one is fully entitled to anger. I do believe you encountered one of them. I was not there, I can't pass judgement, but if that Hold's leadership is letting such behavior go on, perhaps one might wish to have a word with that Hold's Harper. Be angry, by all means. But... I suppose one has to learn to... direct... one's anger. Control it, focus it, use it, rather than be used by it." A wry flicker of a smile. "Of course, I'm simply sharing my own philosophies. Feel free to smack me and get me to stop... preferably not around the eyes."

Talea slips in from the little door.

"They could be jealous," K'nex starts, picking up on what Tatia said, "or they could just be baddly raised. You said their mother wasn't even paying attention to them. Bad parenting. No responsibility at all. Those kids aren't learning good values, that's what. They probably aren't even loved much at home...or maybe they're just so loved, they're spoiled and their parents don't want ot reprimand them. So you've either got a case of jealous kids who want what you've got, or obnoxious ones who don't know to act better because they've never been told no. Either way, it's no reason to sulk around just because you got angry..." A pause. "Although Wyn's right." Wow, look at the little brownrider just keep talking and talking...All courtesy of Shirasuth, likely. He's the philosophical one of the pair. After that whole speach, Kez lapses into silence again and looks away. He's not here, really.

Sii'kyn briefly glances up at both Wyn and Tat and Kez, and decides that he likes a bit of each's thinking. "It's not because I 'just got angry', K'nex. I lost freakin' control of myself." Nearly. He kept himself and Ram from physically harming anyone there, however -- well, Lianta did. Yeah. "Control is so _hard_ sometimes," he mutters. So, his logic is easy to see: If he can keep himself hard in check, hard in military control, he won't have a problem controlling it anyhow.

Tatia is completely silent - abnormally so. But then, what advice can she really offer? Wyn is living proof of her notorious temper. Words from Tat are likely to be anything but comforting to Sii'kyn - and perhaps a bit of his thought process hits a bit too close to home for the greenrider. And so, she doesn't speak. She simply drops her gaze to the arm of her chair and plucks absently at a fraying edge, pulling at the strings.

Nylca comes up the stairs.
Nylca heads back down the inner stairs.

Wyn is looking introspective herself, now, hugging the half-finished pillow to her chest. "I never said it was easy," she admits, before falling silent. "In fact, good Faranth, I don't know what makes me think I can offer advice... If anything, I've learnt control, but gone too far with it." She's almost talking to herself, although her tone remains at a level the rest of the quartet can hear. "Well, for one thing that I /do/ actually know... Ice is more socially acceptable than fire."

K'nex has since lapsed back into silence and simply shrugs at Ike. He's never 'freakin' lost control' of himself, so he's really got little to say. He's just too...well...laid-back and backboneless. Even Shirasuth is quiet in his head.

Talea leaves for the tutorial.
Talea returns from the tutorial.

Sii'kyn eyes Wyn. "You're a closed and shut case to most people," he says in an odd tone. "Though I can see behind that shell of yours, you know." Words are frank; the hell with shields, they've deflected all the proton torps they could handle. Now, let's just see if this double-hull will hold... "You close up. People have to get you drunk to get you to actually stop being reserved." He sighs. "You should work on that." He needs wine. He pulls out his flask, and takes a draw, before popping the cap and returning it. "Or, whatever." A shrug.

Tatia's words are out before she can stop them, fast on the heels of Wyn's observation. "Yes, but ice doesn't get things accomplished. And you end up just as bitter and angry as if you'd let it out." For a brief moment, Tatia looks horrified, and she clamps her lips shut and slumps back into her chair. She was going to stay silent, remember?

Talea goes home.

"Very true, Ike," concedes Wyn, "And generally, that's the facade I wish to present to the world. Safer that way, for me." But then just a touch of a wicked little light of amusement touches her eyes. "Ah, Tatia, you've never actually seen me mad, I might note," she comments. "Ice can be quite effective in it's way." Hand her a pair of contacts and a little bleach, and Wyn could likely do a killer impression of a certain Director Isard, if you got to her.

K'nex /is/ staying silent. Compleatly silent. He's not fire /or/ ice. He's just sorta there. The brownrider glances at Tat after she speaks a moment, slightly curious as to what that was in referance to, if anything, but says nothing and simply looks back at Wyn and Ike. He's quite now. Sure.

Sii'kyn decides to do a Kez and completely shut up. So, he'll play ice for the moment, and sit as still as he can, glancing from the Iceheart-wannabe and Miss Bitter..er..Mara.. herself. Wait, though. Then Ram's Kirtan, and Vor's Corran... well, casting Kez as Luke /does/ kinda make sense. Though Ike himself has no clue where he'd fit in, in all these scenes. Oh! Tycho. The slighted, ultra-talented Rider. Ahem. Beam.

Larnat hugs Wyn! Wyn is hugged! She laughs and hugs back, taking Larnat and holding her at arm's length, ignoring Vorkoroth's rumble that <<Such a...public display of affection is... not Vorish at all. Still... it looks pleasant. I should like a hug from Larnat too.>>

And who's Tat in this little story? Probably the one managing to sulk in her chair. She mutters in response to Wyn, voice soft. "Well, it certainly can't be as satisfying as giving someone what they deserve." Not that she really believes that - it's simply long habit, by now, to blow up when she's angry, and she hasn't a clue how to change that. And so she sulks.

"Revenge is one thing," comments Wyn, still musing. Apparently the conversation has taken on a decidedly philosophical bent, to her mind. "Justice quite another. I have no problem with justice... for example, going and having a chat with whoever is neglecting to teach Ike's holdbrats their Ballads about respect and honour for dragonkind. But revenge... serves no purpose, and tends to leave one feeling rather... empty... soon after."

K'nex still doesn't understand who /he/ is in this little story. Luke? What? The brownrider continues to tap the spoon that he took from his son what seems like awhile ago. You'd think someone would've found it annoying by now, but it's not a loud tapping. The brownrider simply shrugs at Wyn, never having had much experience in either revenge or justice particularly.

Sii'kyn is.. um.. silent. Yeah. Still. "I'll second that!" he cheerfully adds on to Wyn's "justice" comment, though. Before shutting up. Decidedly. Yes. The brownriders still have the coalition of silence going on. The majority of the time. Hm.

Tatia's eyes flicker toward Wyn, and something strange flashes through them before they drop back to the safety of the fraying chair arm, expression tense. Congratulations. The conversation has just died a horrible death.

And Wyn, unlike some of her player's other alts, isn't one to ramble on simply because there's conversational silence to fill. So she too, falls silent, continuing to work on her scatter pillows. One is casually tossed towards Sii'kyn. Apparently a reflex.

Talea slips in from the little door.
Talea walks out.

K'nex is just happy that for once, /he/ isn't the death of a conversation. He said his piece and he shut up and that's that. On the other hand, he's still not very good at starting a conversation, a skill that needs some work. "So...Aside from swollen knees, bruised eyes, and shaken confidences, how is everyone?" He questions with a very brief smile. That's Kez for you.

And Ike Is Beaned On The Top Of His Head By A Pillow! It ricochets with a nice, resounding thud. "I'm going to get you drunk and throw pillows at /you/ and make you giggle insanely if you keep throwing things at me," he mildly threatens Wyn. Then, blink. "Um. Well... good, I suppose. You?"

"I don't think Wyn giggles insanely," Tatia mentions briefly, and something almost like a smile appears for a very short moment. Her eyes lift from her task of unravelling the chair cover, and she blinks at K'nex. "Wow. You make us sound like a rather sad group." Nevermind that they seem to be fitting that description nicely.

Wyn snorts quietly, in a runnerbeast-like fashion, the sound decidedly amused. "Certainly, Ike," she drawls, fingering another pillow but not flinging it. "But only if /you/ get drunk so that /you/ will giggle insanely as well." Mutual blackmail. V. Good. K'nex is given a slight smile. "Aside from all that...? Quite well. Yourself?"

Sii'kyn has disconnected.

K'nex looks back and forth to Ike and Wyn. Giggle insanely? Drunk? The brownrider smiles at Tatia and nods, "Well...all in all, we /are/ a rather sad little group." You'd think he was happy about that or something. "But not that sad. Just a little beaten up." He smiles briefly again. "Yes, aside from all that...good. And I'm..pretty good too."

The housekeeper arrives to cart Sii'kyn off to bed.

"That's good." And Tatia manages to keep most traces of sarcasm from her voice as she smiles swiftly. "I suppose I'm good, too. Not getting a bit of work done, but good." Her eyes flicker toward her hide, abandoned earlier, and then she suddenly grins. "Or maybe that's /why/ I'm good. Never did like paperwork."