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Harper's Tale - Thursday, March 07, 2002,
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Candidate Barracks
Serviceable, this low-ceiling'd room runs right and left from the heavy canvas curtains that function as a door: relatively bare of ornamentation, tidy glows light the few worn tapestries that adorn the walls and depict a variety of dragons in flight or at rest. But it is the cots, lots and lots of cots, that distinguish this room from the others, their blue or black coverlets tucked neatly over relatively fresh rushes.
Candidate's haven, this is their escape from the bustling world of chores and Weyr; visitors are welcome if invited.
Resting atop the doorframe are Lox, Yupyup, Lava, Driftwood, Tirone, Danio, Rivendell, Aisling, Phoenix, Sabeicea, Fezz, Rydia, Kernow, Kaiji, Marquis, Anrhydedda, Isis, Azi, Cronus, Merlot , Thebes, Zaesthe, Oria, Dystopia, PrettyFlitter, Shango, and Erzulie.
You see Name Board, Oliana's One-Ringed Orthanc, Mimi's Middle-Earth, Seilyn's Sauronly Servant, Fyria's Frodo-ish Futon, Tevya's Terrifulous Tower, Sikkyen's Sexay Strider Shanty, Sage Sackville's Shire of Schtuff, Miralwyn's Corner 'O' Mordor, Squaln's Sword of Elendil, Kirana's Krickety Kot of Kahazad-Dum, Valaquen's Cot, It, and Lhana's Cot here.
You notice Auri, Sage, Squaln, and Valaquen asleep here.
Kirana, Fyria, Sikkyen, Tevya, Seilyn, and Mimi are here.
Obvious exits:
Caverns
Inside Miralwyn's Corner 'O' Mordor, Miralwyn stands up from Miralwyn's Corner 'O' Mordor.

Miralwyn
Thick brown hair frames a heart-shaped face, falling in a gentle wave to just brush her shoulders. Grey eyes appraise the world calmly, although a dry humour often lurks in their depths. The young woman is slim and petite, height rising to a mere 5' 4, with a smooth complexion of olive skin, for the most part free of the lumps and bumps present in many of her age. Her legs provide most of her limited height, long and shapely and with well defined muscles. While delicate in form, she is possessed of a quiet strength, which manifests itself in every movement, although she rarely raises her voice above a low and mellow alto, and travels with sure grace on silent feet.
The cinder grey of a knit turtleneck wraps snugly and warmly about her torso, completely plain outside of the ribbed pattern of the knitting. Likewise unadorned are the black slacks of a heavy denim, straight cut and clinging, but more out of a distaste for excess fabric than any attempt at seduction. The wearer is quite beyond so obvious a motive as /that/, thank you very much. Black leather ankle boots complete the tableau, heels adding a good two inches to her petite height and making a satisfying click when walked over stone floors. A black wool jacket is also about, draped neatly over an arm when not in use. A grey leather satchel hangs from Miralwyn's shoulder, several interesting bulges apparent. Perched on Miralwyn's left shoulder, Terraverte twines her tail around her neck.
Miralwyn wears the simple white knot of a High Reaches Candidate.
Carrying:
Grey Leather Satchel Terraverte
You notice Miralwyn looking at you.
She is a teenager of about 18. She is awake and looks alert.

Miralwyn slips in from the living caverns, (really!) a scroll tucked under one arm as seems to be her wont. But this is no pristine Healer scroll. No, this one looks decidedly scribbled on. She unrolls it and reads from it as she passes by the other Candidates, letting a clear view of some rather arcane looking diagrams and lists to be seen.

Fyria looks up from her cot rather curiously at Wyn as she passes through, eyeing the scrolls dubiously. "Whatcha got there Wyn?" Looks mischievous. Fyria must know.

Mimi stands there, still holding onto It's rope and giving him hesitants pats. Innerbeauty. Innerbeauty. Innerbeauty. "Interesting....?" she offers to Miralwyn, cocking her head and raising an inquiring eyebrow.

Kirana is curled up on her cot, cloak still on, and sort of covering her like a blanket, trailing about, while she hugs her special-purple-pillow to her chest, watching It warily. "Whats that Wyn?" She asks at the other Candidate passes by.

Miralwyn offers a slight, enigmatic sort of smile, and settles on her cot with a questionable arch of her eyebrow. "Some plans for future amusement...?" she replies. "If I can find some willing and properly discreet co-conspirators, of course."

Seilyn is still cuddling her Sikkyen, her piggyback ride still not over. A bright grin is displayed for Miralwyn. Gasp. "What's that? Is it fun? Is it work? Is it a starchart? 'Course it isn't, you're not a starry but--- what /is/ it?!" Seily's dull blue eyes are curiosly studying what she can see of the scroll. Ike is made into a bongo. "Ike, put me down, please." Giggle.

Sikkyen settles on the edge of his cot, legs folded up underneath himself. Leather gloves are pulled on, and he eyes. "Mimi, do you want gloves or anything? I could hold.. It.. if you want." Then, Miralwyn gets a good look. "Oooh." His shoulder's smacked. Ow. "Climb off, then." He /did/ sit down, y'know. Twitch.

Fyria hops off her cot, boots landing with a soft tic on the floor and clicking as she walks over to stand next to Miralwyn. Peer. "Hmm...well, I guess you could count me in if it involves any form of troublemaking," she muses. "Not to mention, involving something that will cause a ruckus in the weyr." Innocent, sweet smile.

Mimi oohs and follows Wyn over to her cot, It trailing behind, drooling all the way across the floor. "Oh! I can co-conspirate!" She shakes her head to Sikkyen,"Naw, I've got him. And I've only got a /little/ bit of drool on me." A slight shrug and she pats one of the llama's ears. "I can be discreet. Sometimes. When it's important. When it's a prank, at least."

Erzulie folds her wings before disappearing ::between::!

Kirana sits up a bit, scooching on her cot to edge closer to Wyn and her Big Secret Project-thing. "It's gonna drool on you Miz." She adds absently to Mimi, "And did you figure out if It's a boy or a girl?" Back to Wyn. Peeer. "I'm willing." she offers. "And discreet. Usually. I can manage to be if it's properly genius."

Seilyn oo's and giggles, slipping her arms from around Sikk's neck and gently pressing a butterfly kiss to the back of his head. "Thank you, Ike!" The young girl bounds off the lad's cot and joins the others at Miralwyn's cot, standing near It just out of curiosity as to what the llama will do. It promptly begins styling her hair with slobber, Seily all the while giggling.

Miralwyn retains her quiet poise as she spreads her hands in a gesture for dramatic effect she must've picked up off one of Ista's Harpers. "Then gather around, my children, and observe these plans..." She pauses, and then unrolls the scroll, revealing a recipe for whitewash, calculations of amounts, lists of materials, a sketch of two tables, and a drawing of a chess board with the pieces replaced with... boots?

Sikkyen stares. "I'm good with drudge labors," he mutters. "I can haul stuff and handle creatures." Beam. "So if it has anything to do with that, I'm good..." He leans over. "That's freaky lookin', Wynz."

Mimi shakes her head solemnly to Kirana,"No, but you can try and check, if you like." A blink goes to the maps, as she can't quite figure out what the whole plan is,"I can...um...sneak around 'cause I'm small and I can keep people occupied. And I /can/ be unnoticed if I keep my mouth shut." But still...Mimi has no idea what they're really doing.

Fyria drags her gaze across the various calculations, recipe, lists...coming to a pause at the chessboard and boots. "Now this is rather new," she adds, curiously. One slim finger reaches out to tap upon the boot pieces, adding "And am I correct in assuming that these will be provided, unwillingly, from various riders?" she drawls, lips curved into a half-smile. Her eyes lift to the others present, and she chuckles. "This...is gonna be goooood."

Auri has connected.
Auri opens her big baby-blue eyes with a pert yawn.

Kirana bounces off her cot, going over to the growing crowd, making sure to stay on the opposite end of the group from It. "Faranth..." she mutters, frowning thoughtfully as she skims the displayed scroll. "Interesting...kind of eerie too. But fun...deffinatly looks of the appropriate genius level." She decides. In other words, Kir approves. She blinks at Mimi, and makes a face, "I'd rather not...anyone here a herder?" They'd be used to that kind of thing right?

[OOC:] Auri *sneaks out.
Auri slips back out to the caverns.

Sikkyen pops his hand up. "I'm kinda.. like.. a stablehand. Squaln's the Herder, but he's doin' chores or something. Don't ask me to check genders, though. I have so tough of a time with felines I gave up." Snuff. "We're making a /board/ game?" Twitch. "Kinda odd."

Seilyn mimics It's expression-- blank and distant. With a shake of her head, both to free her hair from It for the time being so she might slip down to sit at Miralwyn's feet and to clear her head, Seily skitters to inspect the calculations and recipies. One of the ingredients is pointed to. "I can herd up the brats to help me get that. We could have it done within half a candlemark, tops," she explains, beaming, "and I can help with light work and sneaking around but I'm not too good with heavy stuff, not like Ike." Giggle.

Miralwyn digresses from the topic to note deadpan that "I think that llama anatomy is similar enough to humans, that if you look and something's dangling, it's a male." Cough. Back to business. Fyria is favoured with a wicked grin. Yes, Wyn actually grinned. Be afraid. "Precisely dear. Now, we all know that the pieces on a chess board are the Lord and Lady, the Harpers, the Herders the Guards and the little Holdfolk, right? I was thinking we might adjust that to a Weyrish setting and make our thefts accordingly... An idea?"

Sikkyen signs his name on the Name Board.

Inside Oliana's One-Ringed Orthanc, Oliana wakes up.

Seilyn signs her name on the Name Board.

Fyria taps her finger on the drawing a moment, pondering the idea. AFter coughing slightly at Wyn's...blunt...description of gender checking. "I think it'd fit if we had weyrleader, weyrwoman...wingleaders, wingseconds, wingriders....and weyrfolk?" There. Fyria can adapt if need be. "And as far as the board...where will we be setting this up?"

Inside Oliana's One-Ringed Orthanc, Oliana stands up from Oliana's One-Ringed Orthanc, a whisper of golden honey blankets and red pillows follows like quiet speech.
Oliana stands up from Oliana's One-Ringed Orthanc, a whisper of golden honey blankets and red pillows follows like quiet speech.

Kirana just glow-beams at Wyn, eyes dancing merrily, "Beyond appropriate genius! It's absolutly fantastic!" she proclaims with much enthusiasm. "Brilliant even!" She peers again at the scroll, "It'll be quite an achievment if we can pull it off, doesn't look easy." She observes, before adding absently, on the subject of It and it's lack of, or not lack of, dangly bits, "Yes, but I don't really care to look right about there on a llama, do you?"

Sikkyen hacks. He just hacks. Really coughing up a furball, now, hmm, Fizz? "Are we going to.. paint these said boots?" Blink. He doesn't know, y'know...

Mimi blinks at the others, still really quite lost. "Wait...I don't get it. So we're going to play a weyr-ish chess game and take boots? Huh?" Don't trust Mimi to fully understand complex plots like that. Mimi's pranks are easy. Dye llama. Move llama to T'am. Watch T'am scream.

Sikkyen pauses. "So, who's going to.. look It.. where It might not want looked at?" Whitewash recipie is looked at speculatively; this is definately going to be a labor-intensive chore, by the looks of all that chalk...

Fyria glances up at Sikkyen. "Why Ikk..how nice of you to volunteer to check out It's privates. Such a brave boy..." she snickers.

Kirana covers a little laugh, as she nods, looking big eyed and innocent at Sikkyen, "You will? How nice of you! I'm sure It won't kick...at least I don't think so. It doesn't seem /too/ bad tempered...despite the whole drool thing." She adds, nose crinkling and she just must mutter, "Icky."

Sikkyen glares at Fyria. "I have no idea about the anatomy of llama," is sighed. "And it's so.. fuzzy." He winces. That would mean placing his hands to pull apart fuzzthatreallydoesn'twanttobetouched, y'know? "Why don't we just shave it, dye It's skin black and pink, and put it /on/ T'am's bed? I'm sure that would freak him out more..."

Miralwyn points to various points on the scroll as she explains the fiendish plot in detail, ignoring furthur discussion on llama naughty bits. "First, we will begin to collect our needed materials for making whitewash. Lime from the privies, salt from the stores, and two good sized kettles from the kitchens. Also some charcoal, since we need to make both black and white wash. Once we have those, we will raid the boots. After we have the boots, we will make up out white and black washes. After that, we paint the boots. One black and one white for each pair. Then..." a pause. "In the middle of the night, we will push two of the largest tables together, paint them as a chessboard, and assemble our ill-gotten footwear in it's proper place. With nametags."

Oliana is pointedly trying to ignore the prank-ish talking, her eyes half closed as she rests on her cot, a few recipies she no doubt nipped from the cooks at the Weyr spread out on her bed.

Seilyn has disconnected.
Seilyn's stone grey eyes slowly droop until the young girl finally drifts off to sleep.

Mimi ooooohs softly as sghe finally understands,"Neat! I can steal boots!" It gets another pleased pat before she hands the rope to Ike. "Here ya' go, Ike. Thanks for volunteering." She giggles then shakes her head,"No, It needs to stay warm in this cold, so he has to keep his fur."

Fyria eyes Sikkyen's comment, and eyes the llama warily before glancing back at Wyn's diagram. "Y'know, it just might work, Wyn." She runs her fingers along the recipe, eyeing the ingredients, then the boots again. "I think we could easily steal some boots from the weyrs, espcially if we've help n'such." Another eye towards the llama and she simply shudders. Uck.

Inside Kirana's Krickety Kot of Kahazad-Dum, Kirana climbs into Kirana's Krickety Kot of Kahazad-Dum.
Kirana climbs into Kirana's Krickety Kot of Kahazad-Dum.
Inside Kirana's Krickety Kot of Kahazad-Dum, Kirana gets back into her sieve and sails away back to earth.

Sikkyen takes the lead, makes a face, and circles around, letting enough of the drool-slickened rope slide through his leathern fingers. After a few minutes doing some disgusting, disturbing investigating, he pulls back. "I think It's a male," he finally says with a sigh. "But you'll have to get a Herder to confirm it." Sigh. Shudder.

Sikkyen has disconnected.
Sikkyen falls asleep.

Mimi has disconnected.
Mimi falls asleep.

Oliana has disconnected.
Oliana falls asleep.

Fescennine blinks in from ::between::!

Fescennine sneakily blinks in... glancing around with quietly swirling eyes. She is stealth. She is cool. She is: eggladen Fescennine. Obnoxiously fat flitter drags her toted goods over to Fyria's cot, dropping down into her lap a delicately hand crafted paper flower. With a little bit of flitter drool to boot.

Fyria folds up her newly-cleaned blanket (thank Faranth the llama-drool came out easily) and sets it aside, turning only to find a fat little flitter in her lap...bearing a gift. She blinks, recognizing the flit, then gently lifts the flower and looks at it, lips curving upwards even as her eyes begin to water. She looks around quickly, holding the flower to her chest, then tucks it under her pillow, ignorant of the fact that yes, it might get squished.

Fescennine squeaks as she fatly plops into Fyria's lap. Well, for goodness sakes. I just came all this way: pet me, fool.

Miralwyn remains curled up on her own cot, refining her horrible, terrible, wonderful plots revolving around boots, whitewash, and chess. The movement over by Fyria's cot gets an intersted look for a moment, and then it's back to calculating the amount of whitewash needed to cover two large tables, and possibly chairs for good measure.

Fyria chuckles and does better, reaching into her sack to pull out a bit of meatroll and holding it out to the gold. She peers around, hoping no one notices her rather sappy look as she strokes the hide gently. Fat flit. Egg-heavy flit.

Fescennine is very fat. Very, very fat. Ahahaha. Rolling onto her back, she presents eggybelly for scritching/oiling/pampering and gobbles up the meatroll in one swallow. Sparkle.

Tevya snorts not once, but twice. And then she rolls over, blankets trailing along with her. For such a small person, she was a loud sleeper. Cylanthe gives a squawk, one loud enough to cause Tevya's eyes to flutter open and stare about for him. "Cy..what're you up to?" A mumbled reply as a yawn engulfs her, and with palms rubbing her eyes, she attempts to orient herself and..wake up.

"Okay Fesc, now you're pushing it," Fyria whispers laughingly. Rummaging around in her sack, indeed she finds a bit of flit oil and begins to rub it gently into the gold's belly, feeling the eggs beneath the hide. She pauses briefly as Tevya stirs, glances over at Miralwyn, and simply grins sheepishly.

Fescennine chirrrrrrrs. Loudly. Happyfatflit. Obliviousfatflit. Ahhhh. Ohhh.

Fyria eyes the flit in her lap as she continues to rub and oil gently, shaking her head. Kariel must be neglecting her again. Silly weyrhealer, she sighs to herself.

Tevya has connected.
Tevya's back and ready to go! As soon as she orients herself that is...

Another squawk from the bronzed one before Tevya grumbles once more, "I'm up already. I'm up.." Eyes are rubbed yet again and Tevya shakes her head in a last-ditch effort to clear it of all traces of sleep. And at long last is she able to keep her eyes open without any furious blinking. "Hey there Fy.." A blink and then, "Miralwyn.." And yet one more yawn before Tevya glances around. "It." And..greetings having been made, Tevya now reaches for the stockings laying at the end of her cot. "Is it cold in here or is it just me?" The gold on Fyria's lap is given a belated glance, before a grin twitches at Tevyas lips. "Kariels?"

Fescennine isn't neglected. Just greedy.

Miralwyn laughs quietly and continues to plot, her green twined attentively around her neck and offering the occasional chirred comment about the writing on the scroll, the vtol over in the corner, the llama... Whatever takes her scatterheaded fancy. "You realize she'll be following you like a feline if that keeps up." she muses.

Fyria looks up at Tevya, registering her question a moment, then breaks into a slow grin. "Mmmhmm," she nods, glancing down at the gold in her lap and scritching gently. "She's egg-laden, too. Silly thing," she murmurs fondly. Looking back up at Tevya and Miralwyn, she sighs, saying "I miss him." A brief moment of vulnerability before she breaks into another grin at the flit. "I know, Wyn. Just as long as she doesn't decide to clutch on my cot."

Fescennine almost seems to snort at that. Sillygirlpet. Snort. Snicker. Cough.

Tevya grins, "That or where It can accidently get to them. I wonder if llamas eat eggs?" Of course she was kidding, "And..you'll get to see him again Fy. Its not like this is permanent. Just..do what you did last time you were a Candidate. It'll be over before you know it." And fingers are snapped to exclaim her point, before Tevya offers Miralwyn a grin, "Good thing Celi isnt here. She'd be demanding an oiling too.."

Miralwyn laughs again, still quiet, but in a fine humour. "Shh, don't give my trio ideas." she urges. "Although they've all seemed to be heading back to Ista to sun on a regular basis. Can't blame them."

Fyria eyes It warily. "Better not. And It'd better stay away from my shardin' cot, clothes, blankets, space in general." Llama is wrinkled at before she turns her attentions back to the gold in her lap. She stays aquiet a moment before glancing back at Tev with a wicked smirk. "If I did what I did the last time, Tev, I'd be kicked out of Candidacy before you could say boo," she says. Eggs on her cot...that's all she'd need.

"Well..I mean..I didnt know /that/." Tevya responds, "But..well you'll still be able to see him. It's not like..*poof* he's gone from your life." Head is shaken as Tevya folds stocking'ed feet underneath her and draws a pillow into her lap. "Besides, you /are/ going to see him around the Weyr, so..just think of it as a break." And Miralwyn is then answered, Tevya offering a wry grin, "Believe me I'll not do that. All I need is for my other three to demand an oiling. And then I'll be looking at a few candlemarks worth of scrubbing their hides. For little things..they demand quite an ammount of attention. Especially.." And a flicker of her gaze towards Cylanthe, "That one there." And Cylanthe offers a cheep. That and nothing more. He did his job.

Miralwyn offers a dry comment, with tongue firmly in cheek that "You might call it practice for one of the larger specimens?" Green abandons her then, flittering off in half-brained curiosity, and perching on, of all things, It.

Fyria snorts as she watches the flit land on...It...and shakes her head. "Mine are scattered pretty much everywhere, to be honest. They pop in whenever they feel like it, except for Monaco. He's usually nearby all the time, like when we were attacked on the road, Tev," she says, nodding towards the girl. Glancing over at Wyn, she cants her head again to eye the scrolls. "How's it coming as far as plans for the chess-thingie, Wyn?"

"Well..sure," Tevya responds, dipping her head in a nod. "But..well it'll pass. I mean..things'll go back to normal soon enough. It's the adjustment that you need to get use to." A small grin for her friend and Tevya turns chin over her shoulder to glance at Miralwyn, partially listening for her response as she adds, "How /is/ that going?"

Miralwyn shifts her handiwork so that the other two conspirators might see. "It goes well. Now, you two are from High Reaches, correct? Who needs to have their boots stolen, do /you/ think?" She offers the quill to the nearer of the two. "Please, add the names to the list."

Fyria hasn't moved from her cot yet, considering the lumpy bundle in her lap, so instead she thinks aloud with a wary eye to the flits perched overhead. "Shards, Wyn..that list could go on forever.." she muses. Hmm..think think. "Well, there's Chelle, T'am, X'ner....defnitely P'rru and Kh'ryn." Pause. "K'nex, perhaps? Oh, Hiza and Hyzen..." her voice trails off as she looks over at Tevya.

"You named about four of those that I could think of.." Tevya responds, "Maybe there are a few others..though I dont know who just yet. If worse comes to worse though, I'm sure we can find a few people to snag some boots from." Shoulders are lifted in a half shrug as she then says, "I'll keep an eye out for any likely people."

Miralwyn nods thoughtfully, nibbling the feathery tip of her quill after adding the names. "Yes. Now... We'll need to convince another rider, or their dragon at least, to assist us in getting to the weyrs of the victims. Know any dastardly villians or class clowns among the winged set?"

"There are a few I can think of right now actually," Tevya responds, grinning. "Though..I wont say for sure until I can find out. I'd hate for us to get stuck.." Glance switches to Fyria before Tevya adds, "I'll let you know by tomorrow if I come up with anyone."

Miralwyn nods again. "Very good." she applauds. "I don't intend to rush this plan. After all, the Eggs are on the sands about as long as a woman is with child."

Tevya nods, "Sometimes sooner though, and the sooner we get this done with, the less likely we are to get caught. If /they/ get word of what we're doing.." Brows lift semi-dramatically as Tevya glances around, "We'll be stuck on you-know-what-duty for the rest of the Candidacy. And that's not fun."

Fyria gently deposits the gold on the foot of her bed and scooches off slowly, giving It another wary look as she walks over next to Wyn. "That's the whole point then, Tev. To get this done without getting caught, right?" she grins, giving a slight wink. "I think we should pick and choose a few lucky individual riders as well, eh? Y'know...make ourselves memorable." Evil grin.

Miralwyn purses her lips in thought. "Right. So in that case, I'd say our first move should be to finalize battle plans. After that, we should start getting our supplies for whitewash. We don't want to steal the boots until a few days before we need 'em. Lowers the odds of getting caught." decides General Miralwyn, the Arctic Fox in command of her troops. The scroll rolled up again and hidden, a distinct light appears in her eyes as she nods to Fyria. "Indeed... what do you have on the table?"

Hyzen escapes in from the bustling activity of caverns and Weyr.

Tevya offers a grin once more, "Then..if I can get ahold of something in particular, I'll have at least one dragon on our side. Two at most. I'll see what I can do tomorrow." A nod of her head and Tevya will glance from Miralwyn and Fyria before furrowing her brows. "Fy have you been keeping plans to yourself?"

Fyria turns to answer both Tevya and Miralwyn, but Hyzen's entrance causes her to immediately snap her jaws shut and break into a most angelic smile that Fyria is capable of. Which isn't that angelic, to be honest. "Helloooo Hyzen!" she says, beaming. Fyria's innocent, see? Just ignore those little rumours and such. "Come to take It for a walk?"

Candidates beware! Someone enters after the briefest of pauses upon the verge of the room-- though identity is that, as of yet, an unknown person. Covered with snow and wrapped up firmly in heavy winter clothing. There's a muffled murmur of words as the head of the 'creature' slowly turns towards the talking trio, dislodging a piling of snow that had accumulated upon head and shoulders. Having come, without pause, to the barracks from the outside, the snow has yet to begin to melt. With a faint laugh, the woman unwraps herself, letting the snow fall where it will at her feet as she beams towards the candidates, her face rosy from the warmth the coverings had provided. "Well, hello you three." Nose is wrinkled at Fyria. "No, that's your job. I had my chance at It, thank you. What're you three up to?" No good, no doubt.

No good? Perish the thought! Miralwyn having safely hidden her Scroll Of Doom moments before, her innocently bland and studious facade is once again nicely in place. In fact, she's got one of her bunch of Healer scrolls resting on her lap as she sits crosslegged on her cot. "Good evening... Hyzen?" she queries. "And doing? Not much, I'm afraid. Tevya and Fyria were just telling me a little about some of the people of the Weyr here." Which is gospel truth, from a certain point of view.

"Hyzen!" Ah and here Tevya will disown her pillow and stand, greeting the greenrider with both grin and salute. "Us? Up to?" And a few well used blinks as shoulders lift, "Things we've to do as Candidates. The usual," A dip of her head in a nod as the others are given a grin, "And how's Imbriath doing?" And then a glance towards the snow on the floor and on Hyzen, "And..the weather. Is it..bad?"

Fyria grins impishly, tapping her forehead. "Right right, I forgot. Tevya and I didn't have the pleasure of dealing with It as much last time we were here, so It's a novelty pet for us, right Tev?" Fyria slowly ambles back towards her cot and proceeds to refold the folded blanket, adding "Just keeping the barracks clean, showing the folks not from here 'round n'such, right Wyn?" Fyria just ooooozes Candidate innocence with those words.

Hyzen's expression speaks of her doubt of their innocence. She wasn't born yesterday, you know. "I'm sure," she replies drolly, giving herself a shake to dislodge most of the rest of the snow, eyeing it as it floats to the floor and begings to melt. Oops, more work for the candidates. "G'eve to you as well, Miralwyn. How're you settling in?" Curteous as all get out, the greenrider is. Removing the lumpy riding jacket, a golden form is produced upon shoulder perch, hunched down betwixt previous collar and neck. As Tevya up and leaves her pillow, she grins slyly before pointing. "Better watch out... It isn't stupid. It knows when there's a pillow free." And so she's know. "Pranking seems to be the norm with candidates. At least it was when /I/ was one." And that was soooo long ago, you see. "Yes. We have a real storm just starting on us. Can't see beyond a dragon's snout." She sighs before brightening. "But that's okay, cause it'll give you guys more work inside rather than out." Oh, how she relishes the prospect.

"I'm settling in well enough," allows Wyn companionably enough, even if the words are slightly checked by the formality that always settles in around the New and Powerful. Oh yes, she respects the chore-giving capabilities of Hyzen quite a bit. Not that that'll stop any pranks. It just means more in-depth plotting will be required. It wandering over towards her, she takes pity on the bedragles beast, and slips him a piece of sweetstick from her pocket. "I must say, it is rather nice to be back in a Weyr again after a turn in a hold. I do not think I am cut out for that sort of life, really. Thank Faranth I'm in a Craft."

"Work inside? Then that means no latrine duty," Tevya responds brightly, reclaiming her pillow once more. Hugged against her stomach, she'll offer Hyzen a glance when pranking is mentioned, to which she'll respond, "But things are different now. We know better then to prank. It's..not helpful to do such a thing." And a 'perfect' answer like that should be a hint to the obvious.

"Pranking? Who said anything 'bout pranking, Hyzen?" Fyria glances at her nails a moment, eyes straying to the growing puddles on the floor near the greenrider. "Ack..watch where your dripping!" she says, then eeps and slaps her hand over her mouth. "Erm...sorry, I meant...don't fall or slip in any of the slush puddles." Eep. Nice move Fyrs.

Hyzen bobs her head at Miralwyn, folding her jacket neatly and drapping it over one arm. Celestial peeks out from her shroud of Hyzen-hair and offers a faint chirp before whirling eyes are hidden behind sleepy lids. "I recall living in a hold when I was a lot younger. I find Weyrlife more interesting, to say the least." Beaming, she studies the candidate thoughtfully. "Has anyone put you through the rigors of living with a dragon? Like, feeding and such?" She's curious, you see... but there's a twinkle in her eye. The white-knoted ones aren't the only ones that have fun. Rounding on Tevya, the greenrider laughs lightly. "Well, that's true. We'll just have you clean out the old, unused rooms. Or scrape ice off of the spires." Evil look. "Or even stick you in with the nannies to care for the weyr's children." So there. But it'd be Tyara that they should be afraid of. Tevya and Fyria's replies to pranking is given an incredulous snort. "Yeah, and Imbriath's a firelizard. I don't believe it for a moment." The latter is given a long look, mouth pulled into a straight line. Eeevil look. An Assistant Weyrlingmaster to an erring Weyrling look. But it fades and she stomps a few times in the now puddle at her feet. "Ah, I'm so sorry. Didn't mean to, really!" Beam. "And I'm thinking that the beast pens are going to need some cleaning after all this storm and snow is gone." Yep, there ya go. Poor Fyria.

"We've unused rooms here?" And this is a truthful query from Tevya as she glances towards Hyzen. "I..well I never knew that. I'd always thought.." And there goes Tevya /thinking/ again. Mucking and Imbriath mentions will snap her out of it and she'll send a grin towards Hyzen. "Well so long as we dont have to go to your Weyr to do any cleaning.."

Ooh, the innocent look seems to be working for Wyn at least. Either that, or the fact that Hyzen doesn't know her yet. A hesitant nod as she notices the twinkle. "Yeees... My father rides brown for Benden. M'ral. /Hide/ if you see him and your lady is proddy. I have /enough/ siblings." Comments about chores are studiously ignored, and It gets fed more sweetstick. Hyperactive llama, anyone?

Fyria doesn't wilt beneath Hyzen's look..but she does wince as the greenrider does a nice job of sending water droplets flying. Yes, looks like she /will/ be busy the next few days. Her comment about the beast pens does cause her eyes to widen briefly and she says "But...who's going to...mend the clothes? Peel the fingerroots?" You see, Fyria's not a lazy person. Just...particular about her chores, that's all. It is eyed warily as Miralwyn continues to feed it /sweetsticks/ of all things. Only because what goes in one end usually has to come out the other, and that's /not/ a pleasant thought.

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

Hyzen manages to look indignant. "Of course we do, Tevya. We have nooks and crannies all over the place. Filthy. That's what candidates are really Searched for, you know. Your cleaning skills." She winks at the three before jutting her lip out at Tevya. "My weyr is spotless, thank you. That's why I have two children and a weyrmate." Uh huh. Anyways, moving on. "M'ral?" she repeats, her gaze growing intent for a moment, gring broadening. "I think I'm going to have to meet this father of yours." Yes, fear the ProddyGreen. "Trust me, you won't gain any siblings either." Innocence is brought forth as the woman moves towards an empty cot and plops onto it. "Watch out in giving It stuff like that. It doesn't bode well for your or your companions." Fyria gets a wide grin. "The other candidates can handle it without you for a while. It's been sevendays since the beast pens have been cleaned up, you know. Besides, it could be worse. I could have made you clean up after the dragons that can't go between."

"Good thing," Tevya responds then, prolonging the sigh of relief. "Last time I got sent up there..I ended up in a paint fight with Imbriath." A pointed remark that, to this day still draws a flicker of a smile from Tevya. "Well then, I cant wait to see some of these rooms." Never mind the purpose was to actually /clean/ them. It was all about the adventure. Not the dust.

Fyria pales at that one. Especially after hearing Jesha mention the atrocities of 'purging' earlier today. "Erm...yeah," is all she says, slipping her feet up onto the cot. "So how is Imbriath, anyways," she wonders aloud. Nice, safe subject, right? Right? Fyria, of course, forgot that Imbriath was proddy. Fyria forgets things at the most inopportune moment. She gives an I-feel-your-pain smile towards the others, then sinks back into her pillows.

"/It/ never bodes well for us." muses Miralwyn. "I tried to do the beastie a favour this morning by taking him for a walk, and he drooled on the cookies." A shudder. Dammit, Jim, she's a Healer, not a Herder! However, she refrains from feeding the llama any more sweetsticks, ignoring a plaintive look that rapidly turns cranky. "Hm. Well, I suppose I ought to send him a line and let him know I've been Searched. Then he might show up at Hatching, if Fall lands right." She's /not/ going to pimp out her father to greenriders. Eek. A sudden angry blee from It sends her dodging out of the way of a rather repulsive green mass of goo that continues on a trajectory towards the others. "Ugh. Llamas."

Fyria has disconnected.
With a soft sigh, Fyria succumbs to the dream known as reality.

Hyzen smirks at Tevya, her weight shifting slightly upon the cot as she watches the three. "Yes, I recall that as well. I don't wish a repeat." Almost stern in manner, but she can't hold it long. They're only candidates after all. "Anyways, it's usually toys that need cleaning up and the paint's still as bright as the day it was slapped on. So nothing doing in my weyr." Rider stands again, stretching before tromping (making a point of going through her puddle) and standing near the door. As she dons her jacket, she beams in Fyria's direction. "She's great! Glowing prettily too." Sparkle. But rider has enough will to hold herself in a candidate's presense... or at least, while in the barracks and surrounded by them. Miralwyn gets a hearty laugh for her words. "It never appreciates anything but an unguarded pillow. So be careful, but I'm sure you've already learned your lesson..." she trails off and gives a wave. "I'll be taking my leave of you know. Be good..." and she looks as if she knows it'll fall on deaf ears.

"Take care Hyzen!" Tevya calls out, before she flops down on her cot, pillow used as support. "Well..that was..interesting." Which was truly the only way to explain what that just was. Miralwyn is given a glance before Tevya grins, "Definitely getting Hyzen in on this one. I'll get the boots."

Miralwyn wrinkles her nose at It once again, before likewise leaning back on her cot. "That I have. I intend to be a quick study in staying on the critters good side. Good eve, Hyzen." Although the sight of a fastidious Weaver candidate from Fort's anguished look down at the green goop now adorning his stylish clothing prompts a quietly amused laugh that turns wicked as the greenrider departs. "For sure. We'll be sure to add a nametag to them."

Hyzen slips back out to the caverns.

"Frills." Tevya responds. The single word that can send shivers down any persons back. "Lots of frills." A deep nod and she'll send a glance towards the door, "I'm sure I can get Imbriath to let me up to the Weyr. It's just a matter of getting to Imbriath without Hyzen seeing me. Or catching me for that matter."

Miralwyn smiles with thinly disguised amusement, and tugs a few of her blankets overtop of her. "I leave it to your... ingenuity then. Now, I think I'd best get some reading done. Night, Tev."

"G'night Miralwyn. Dont let It bite.." A small laugh to proceed her words, before Tevya falls back on her cot as well, blankets drawn up to her chin and before she even knows it, Tevya's fast asleep.

You climb into Miralwyn's Corner 'O' Mordor.
Inside Miralwyn's Corner 'O' Mordor, Miralwyn climbs into Miralwyn's Corner 'O' Mordor.
Miralwyn's Corner 'O' Mordor
You are lying on the cot. The warm blankets surround you, and you feel very comfortable.