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Harper's Tale 2 - Saturday, September 28, 2002, 9:24 PM
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Living Caverns
The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.
Scattered about in various perches and niches are forty-four firelizards.
You see OOC NOTICE (look sign), Thief, Llaammaa, and Ischoria here.
Sii'kyn is here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl     Kitchens     Inner Caverns     Crafting Area

Wyn didn't just walk in, honest. Nope. Wyn's been here quite a while, she's just not exactly centrally located. In fact, she's hiding by one of the food tables, seated on the floor and leaning against one of the legs, a scroll and a plate of creampuffs keeping her company. The back of her dark-brown-tressed head can be seen, though, so perhaps it's not that good of a hiding place.

Kalima walks in from the Central Bowl.

Kalima smiles at the people 'round her and laughs as she 'notices' the hiding woman "hello, I'm Kali."

An'.. here comes Sii'kyn, with a satisfied smile on his face. Lanky, free-ranging way of going is restrained to a strolling walk, leatherclad rider shifting over to grab a trayful of random assorted tidbits and a skin of chilled cider, before plopping down across-the-way from Wyn, wriggling black-leather-clad rump 'til he finds an acceptably smooth portion of the floor to settle. "Well. Fancy meetin' /you/ here," he drawls, impish grin scrawled 'cross hollowed cheekbones.

Trajan walks in from the Central Bowl.

Wyn's introspective examination of a creampuff is interrupted by her wingmate's arrival, and the sight of him surprises a quick smile out of her as she looks up. "Not quite /that/ much of a recluse am I?" she teases dryly, before scootching over a little bit to lean her back against the table leg more effectively, and nudge the plate of creampuffs in his direction. "Have a creampuff. These are Cook's special recipe, and I'm attempting to hoard them." she explains, blinking as she hears a greeting and introduction called over. Not bothering to turn and find Kalima, the bluerider settles for calling out a quiet alto reply. "Well met. Wyn, Vorkoroth's rider, Mudslide Wing." There. Social graces attended to.

And it's from the kitchen that Trajan comes! Quite happily bearing a tray of pastries, too. Whee. High Reaches is the home of cookies and sweet things and llamas and /Trajan/! Rejoice. The bakerlet blinks though, peering over the tray before he sets it down, beaming. "Oh! Hi there." Beam.

Kalima nods and smiles as she sits down "Well met, Wyn. Is the creampuff good?" Is called back, as she watches Trajan, "hello."

Mmm, you can take away cookies and sweet things and llamas -- all of which are Sii'kyn's private hobbies (eating, eating, and raising, respectively) -- and only have a Disgruntled Ike.. but if you were to take away Trajan, you'd have a ReadyToKillSomeoneIke. So, thusly, his preference is obvious; eyes light up at the baker's entrance. "Well, /hello/, love," he calls - from the floor - across the way from the foodtable. "Naw, Wyn, don't need any creampuffs. These little mini-roll-things'll bowl me over." Chomp. He offers Kalima a nod of greeting.

"Utterly delectable." is Wyn's response to Kalima, delivered in her standard overly-precise diction and lack of inflection. She's not quite socially aware enough to recognize oblique hints to share food unless she's paying attention, although Vorkoroth no doubt is working on that. Right now, the creampuff is just too tasty to spare much focus from. "Hullo, Trajan," she manages to greet Ike's arriving weyrmate, offering a little wave from her hidey-hole behind the table, before twitching an eyebrow at the brownrider across from her. "Mini-roll-things...? I take it that's not the formal term."

Trajan just snags a sugary roll off the tray he set down, and hurries over, gently landing a kiss on Sii'kyn's cheek before searching for a place to sit, nibbling at the roll. Yum. Kalima is waved at again. "Hi there. I'm Trajan." Flutter. Must introduce himself, after all.

Kalima sits back and watches everything going on and wonders if everyone here have's someone but her? "Hello, I'm Kali, well met Trajan."

"But 'mini-roll-things' fits the description so.. perfectly.." Sii'kyn complains. Loudly. He moves the tray off his lap in a subtle invitation after Trajan's light kiss, tossing up his brightest beam at the baker. "Oh," he belatedly offers, "Uh.. and you can call me Ike," is stated in Kalima's vague direction. "No, but, really. Mini-roll-things." He lifts one of the minaturized meat-/veggie-/tuber/cabbage creations, and studies it. Then, it's gone, in one chomp. Mmm. "Good shtuff," he manages to say, with an overly-dramatic mock-swoon.

Wyn doesn't have anyone! But that's because Wyn wants it that way, apparently. She eyes the mini-roll-thing speculatively, before shrugging. "Mmm, I'll leave them to you, I think." she offers at last, upon spotting what looks to be cabbage in the contents of the hors d'oevre. Her creampuff is attacked again instead, if by 'attacked' we mean 'neatly nibbled'. "So," she offers after a moment. "How is everyone?"

Trajan blinks a moment, then quite happily simply settles in Sii'kyns lap, munching his sweetroll thing. Yummy sugary thing! Sugar is good! Very good. Nodding at Kali, the baker giggles, prodding his weyrmate in the stomach. "What /are/ you eating?"

Kalima smiles at everyone quitly as she watches from the side lines not knowing anyone well enough to joke with them, don't want to get eaten by a dragon!

Sii'kyn nibbles on a tiny roll, peering in it.. "Oooh! A /cheesy/ one. Haven't seen one of these.." Nibblenibble. "I'm good, I'm good," he comments to Wyn. "So.. how're you?" One eyebrow lofts upwards, as the rider chuckles at his weyrmate. "Mmm.. I've no clue. Mini-roll-things?" Eyelashes flutter in a Trajan-esqe way. He's been practicing. Yeah. Cough.

"If Trajan begins using the form 'Faranth's something something else' to curse," is Wyn's drawled comment upon seeing Ike's lash-fluttering, a twinkle of amusement showing in her eyes if not on her face, "I will begin to be scared." The last of her creampuff disappears, and she proceeds to suck the tips of her fingers clean.

Trajan nibbles down the last of his sweetroll, giggling before offering his own flutter to Sii'kyn. He is the flutter mastah. Still, he does blink, peeking at Wyn quietly. "Curse?" The bakerlet doesn't curse! ..Though you never know what he might do when he's in angry-Traj mode.

Maybe it's that the 'Caverns are too quiet. Maybe it's that he's informally stalking a particular bluerider. Or maybe it's just that N'sync's hungry, and the 'Caverns have food. Whatever the reason, the brownrider appears from the depths of the hold with his usual swagger and makes a focused beeline for the food. Hallo.

Kalima smiles at the new comer "hello"

"But Faranth's dull, blood-stained great /nostril/, Wyn," Sii'kyn half-whines at his clutchmate, amusement tearing up his grin with mischief, "...Trajan doesn't /curse/. Unless he's pissed. Then.. uh.. everyone should run. Even Ram's a'skeered of him when he gets mad." One arm slips 'round the bakerlet's waist with fondness tracing the gesture. "Oh, no," he grimaces, eyeballing N'sync.

"I'm not here." is the sudden strained mutter from a Wyn who's... gone and hidden under the table? Apparently there are advantages to being short. Wyn, who on a good day could be Ysanne Isard's decoy, is hiding from N'sync? Although she'd likely call it a strategic retreat. One hand sneaks out to secure her plate of creampuffs, though.

Sii'kyn shifts to nibble on the back of Trajan's earlobe. "Aw, luff, you /are/," he states with a grin, watching Wyn with amused glance, gaze flicking to the other brownrider with something of doubt filling grey gaze.

N'sync isn't blind, you know. His gaze shoots toward the retreating Wyn, catching a glimpse of her just before her strategic retreat is complete. His boyish features crease in a frown, and the brownrider turns angrily back to his collection of food. C'mon! You've /got/ to feel sorry for him!

Wyn sighs quietly, since she's got a clear view of the rest of the caverns from under her table. Believe it or not, Wyn isn't a /natural/ ice queen, and this sustained iciness is really starting to wear thin. But, what else to do? "Ike..." she mutters. "Do you think anyone would mind if I let Vor /eat/ him?"

Trajan squeaks quietly, a blush quickly moving across his face as he remains in Sii'kyn's lap. "Am not." So there. He goes back to blinking at Wyn and N'sync though, head tilting before peeking at his weyrmate again. "Do you..have any idea what's going on with them?"

Sii'kyn gives Wyn a sharp look. "Yes. Ram would mind," he replies, loud in comparison to Wyn's low mutter; "...because he wants to eat him himself." Pointed look. "Let's see. Uh.. It's a long story, love," he murmurs to Trajan, mouth returning to attacking the baker bishie's ear with renewed vigor. Mmm. Tastes better than the cheezy mini-roll-thing, of course. SunnyHalo.

Backstreeth is rather large, you know. He might have something to say about his lifemate being chomped down by the blue of some nasty, bitter female N'sync seems to have gotten stuck on. The brownrider spins on his heel, and his gaze sweeps the 'Caverns angrily. "Please!" he calls with a sudden rise of his voice that sends conversations in several sections of the room fading into surprised silence. "Don't let me /ruin/ your.... whatever it is you sharding have going on over there! I'd hate to think my mere presence was /that/ distasteful." His eyes flash toward the table where Mudsliders and company are holding court. "Don't worry, Wyn," he calls. "I'm leaving, now. You can come out." And with that, he stalks angrily toward the bowl, minus plate of food. Drat. Must've forgot in the theatrics.

Wyn promptly emerges, no longer caring to even pretend that she's not avoiding N'sync. "I can," she notes to Trajan, "Give you a fairly concise version. I had a lapse in emotional control and judgement after the Meteorite Fall and slept with N'sync. He is now apparently fixated on me, thinking that one night of sex gives him some right to get in past my guard, and he refuses to go /away/." And her facade isn't working. Poor Wyn. She's going to develop a complex.

Trajan just..ohs..quietly, blushing faintly as Sii'kyn /continues/. Meep. He tries ignoring though, just blinking at N'sync's outburst and Wyn's story. "Oh.." Oh dear indeed..

Lianta wanders in from the Central Bowl.

"Oh, indeed." agrees Wyn, munching somewhat broodingly on another creampuff, and deciding that the isolation of the hiding-place-behind-the-table is suitable to confidences. That, and the fact that it's just her clutchmate and her clutchmate's weyrmate for company. So she permits herself a sigh and a wry look. "I honestly don't quite know what to do. I've tried a simple "Go Away,", I've tried sarcasm. I've tried psychoanalysis and even a little bit of mental cruelty, and the dratted brownrider does /not/ get the hint."

Trajan tilts his head a little bit to the side, frowning faintly, and just..blinks after a moment, reaching for another pastry thing. "..Maybe you should try being..nice about it." Those options Wyn gave him didn't sound all so...pleasant.

Lianta trapses into the caverns, hoping to get a brief respite from the lazy afternoon sunshine. "I feel like a nap..." Oops. Oh, wait. 'brownrider' would probably /not/ mean Lia. "Good afternoon, all. Or maybe not?" A bemused look spreads over her face, but a seat is taken anyhow. She was going to hear about this sooner or later. "Trouble, Wyn?"

"Oh, believe me I've seen that tried," Wyn notes, her expression edging slightly to the mournful. "He just takes it as a compliment and gets even /worse/." Ergo, Wyn won't try it herself? Hey, it's not her fault she's less than socially inclined and trained. Lianta is given another dry smile. "N'sync."

Sii'kyn seems to return from where he had zoned out completely, intent on nibbling the perfect line on the baker's ear. Cough. "Why don't you just let me kick his ass?" he finally complains to Wyn, a low - almost dangerously serious - gleam accentuating intense silver gaze. "He'll get the point.... When my fist encounters his nose." Ram could take on Backstreeth. Oh yeah. Cough.

Trajan blinks rapidly, pouting faintly as he looks from Wyn to Sii'kyn. Yep. Both recieve a pout. "That's not nice at /all/ you know.." Alright, so he's not a violent person. He'll just pout about it.

"Oh. I think that everyone feels that way about N'sync at times." Lianta's really trying to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. "Anything particularly rotten that he's done now?" That would get such normally placid people riled up?

"Because Morallen would want to join in," is Wyn's reply, eyes somewhat dark with unpleasant memories despite her attempt at a light tone. "And the last time he did that, he was exiled from Benden Weyr on my account." Whoah. Wyn's capable of feeling guilty about something? Perhaps she ought to get stalked by obsessive boyband brownriders more often. Good for personal growth. A shrug to Lianta. "I'll tell you the gory details later," she promises, chewing one the rest of her creampuff.

Lianta shrugs nonchalantly as she slinks upright and stalks over for a glass of the best substance on Pern: wine. "But of course. It's perfectly alright." Pacifist she shall remain, until all the beautiful details are known. Then, we'll see. Can Lianta /ever/ be more than nice?

Sii'kyn shifts, blinking at Trajan through hooded gaze. "Morallen could help," he states, thoughtfully. "Maybe procure me some good bandages to heal up all of the numerous wounds that I will inflict on N'sync's person," is rumbled, in a flat, tone-economical way of speaking. "After all, he's taken his Healer Oath, and couldn't help me beat the man up..." Nope, he's not moving from that track of thought.

Trajan huffs softly, and moves, hopping out of Sii'kyn's lap. Violent people! He doesn't want anyone beaten up..of course he doesn't know N'sync too well either. Pout. Another sweetroll is taken before the baker moves away.

Lianta's bemused look changes to one of curiosity. "Beating people up? Well, I guess that'd stop the problem.. whatever it is." Wait. Be not /too/ encouraging, or they might make you help. Or run clean-up crew. Either way, nuh-uh. "Actually, Trajan, I think I'm with you on this one." Shuffle.

"Do you think that would stop him, if he found out someone had been jerking his little sister around," is Wyn's rhetorical reply to Sii'kyn's suggestion, tone painfully dry, and one eyebrow twitched. "Think how you'd react to similar news about Saadni. No," and here she focuses her grey gaze very steadily on the brownrider. "I want you to give me your name's word that you will /not/ tell Morallen about this... incident."

Lianta releases Narcissius, who launches into the air.

Sii'kyn twitches, watching his retreating weyrmate with narrowed gaze, before rolling his eyes after Lianta. "I give you my word -- on F'ree's good name, since my name isn't so good -- that I won't say a breath about N'sync to Morallen."

Trajan sticks his tongue out at Sii'kyn. Hmpf. Violence is bad! No violence. "I still think that if you /talk/ to him, Wyn, he'd get the point. Really.."

Lianta quietly ums to herself. Since she's so close to the inner caverns door, and she needed to talk to Mosiah anyways, and Morallen /might/ be there.. "I think I'll just be right back. " Nervous giggle.
Lianta steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.

Wyn nods once at Sii'kyn, stil grave but looking satisfied. "Thank you," she says simply. "He's so close to promotion now, I don't want him jeopardizing that on my account." Why she feels the need to explain herself, who knows. Wyn, probably. That matter settled to her satisfaction, she gives Trajan an easier smile. "I tried... however the only point he managed to get was very nearly the point of my scalpel in certain areas essential to his playboy reputation." An evil smirk, before attention trails absently off to note that Lianta's vanished.

And it is then that Sii'kyn quiets, turning to a brooding mass of muscle, eyes trained on the floor in front of him, carefully-guarded eyes not giving off even an abstract thought of what he's thinking of -- mm, nope. He's plotting. Evilly.

Trajan shifts his gaze to look at Sii'kyn pointedly, tapping a finger on the table. Eye. /Eye/. Hm. He'll just have to have a talk with Ike later. Yes indeedy.

Lianta arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Lianta slinks back in, carefully looking downwards. A/hem/. No one saw.. no one saw. Good. All is well again. The forgotten wineglass is refilled, and comfy chair is found to relax in.

Since the other two members of the Behind The Table Trio have fallen silent, Wyn decides to join them, although her silence is neither plotting 'nor chiding. It's just... Wynnish. Bland, and intently focused on pondering something apparently simple. Like the lone remaining creampuff.

Yarid walks in from the Central Bowl.

Backstreeth blinks in from ::between::!
Yarid jumps
Yarid says, "That's still impressive"

Sii'kyn watches Yarid jump -- and talking about something being impressive. The rider blinks. Er... blink.

Trajan tilts his head a little bit, but munches on the sweetroll he has. sinking into a chair.

Lianta merely watches the show, entertaining though it is. But curiosity takes the better of her, and she leans over to the brownrider's weyrmate. "Trajan, just why is Sii'kyn thinking about violence? I thought it was Ram who did that." The newcomer is given a small wave, and invited to the sweetroll tray. "I'm Lianta, by the way."

And Sii'kyn still appears to be trying out his best Farfello impression, unsheathing his dagger and turning it blade over hilt in his hands, a darkly calculating look suddenly infiltrating hooded grey gaze.

Yarid hurries out...
Yarid exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Trajan just pouts in Sii'kyn's direction, finally shuffling to move out of the caverns. Though he does pause, peeking at Lianta. "Ask Wyn. They don't make any sense to me anymore." Hmpf. Pout. And out he goes.
Trajan exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

"N'sync is being... N'sync." sums up Wyn, breaking her silence at Trajan's indirect order. "Haunting me because I made the dire mistake of sleeping with him, and then not immediately falling madly in love with him." A snort.

Lianta ohs. "Well, that makes sense. Basically, this are 'things-not-to-do-with-N'sync', right?" Trajan's far retreating form is eyed. "I will certainly keep that in mind, but if there's anything you think I could do for you???"