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Ista Hold Main Courtyard 

Built into the side of a hard granite cliff, Ista Hold looms dominantly to the west. Windows pock the smooth surface of the cliff in neat rows until they get closer to the ground, where they begin to frame the great bronze doors leading into the Hold itself. A sea breeze seems constantly in the air here as the ocean and the wharf lay but dragonlengths to the east. Beaches are scattered to the north, recreational areas for the Hold's residents when not working. It is a spring noon. Perched on a windowsill are Sofia, Ruhig, Quelm, Sprite, and Ajit. Brown Hoth is here. You notice Rivya asleep here. 

Obvious exits: Ista Hold Dock Main Beach Great Doors Guard Office Stables Trader Courtyard

Above, Orsoth blinks in from ::between:: with a snap of klah-coated wings! 

Above, Orsoth glides gracefully down to the Courtyard. 

Orsoth glides gracefully down and settles in the Courtyard.

Orsoth 

Colours created from the sandman's dream coalesce as this fabled dragon, whipping imagination and fancy into a soft, rounded, brown-tufted visage and gruff-growly body. Specks of gold, bronze, and deeper earth-tones furry his spindly headknobs, fuzz the blunted claws of neckridges and spine, and fade to too-hot porridge at the tip of his truncated tail; milky klah traces patterns up wingarches to spars before it runnels into those gentle, oversized sails and splashes down onto his fubsy forelegs. Filled with paradoxes, he is lean but not angular, muscular but not bulky, and both podgy and strong as gruffness and indulgence are combined beneath that velvet-crushed hide. Wrapped around Orsoth's neck in a V shape are a pair of dark brown, well tanned straps. Foot loops aid in descent as well as ascent and a large pad is sewn at the juncture between the two loops helping to protect the brown's hide from chaffing. Settled between velvet crushed neckridges is Shawn. 

Orsoth is 5 Turns, 6 months, and 24 days old. He is 66 feet (22m) long, with a wingspan of 110 feet (36m). Orsoth seems to be listening.

Shawn 

A short, shaggy crop tames some of the curl that kinks this young woman's blonde hair, but a few helixed tendrils still brush their gold against her temples and cheeks, setting off her dusky skin and stormy, sea-blue eyes in equal measure. The fact that she is fairly petite helps to deaccentuate the angular features of nose and chin; even now, after reaching her full growth, she only stands just over five feet. Time spent as a rider as well as growing up has changed her stocky, tomboy frame to one of petite strength with the subtle curves of a young woman; her youth, however, is still apparent in her tomboy's gait and the hellion flash in her eyes. You can't tell what she's wearing from this distance. She is awake and looks alert. 

Shawn is 19 Turns, 11 months, and 25 days old.

Liesana Almond-shaped eyes of amber aspect glimmer brightly amidst fine and expressive features which show a clear and lively mind at work behind their every move. Crimson-pink lips reflect a vast and shifting range of emotions, from devillish mischief to rare pensive moods. The woman is petite, despite a medium stature of slightly over 16 hands, her weight comes more from trim muscle than any excess fat, for bursting activity ensures that she carries none. But she does lay claim to her share of feminine charms: wavy chestnut hair falls to the small of her back, outlining an hourglass figure with a well-formed, if small breast. Work is no stranger to her, nor good times: gitar-born callouses on her fingertips, and several old scars on her arms, hint that here is one who does nothing half-heartedly. 

Peasant-styled shirt of eye-catching white flutters loosely about her form, fitting closely only at the cuffs, and where a grey cloth vest cinches it in, leaving the hourglass of her figure clearly visible. The vest sports a vee-cut front, so that the lacings of the peasant shirt are also visible. Black denim slacks fit closely, leaving no excess fabric to flap irritatingly, and the outfit is completed by leather boots, also dyed black, that reach to mid-calf and are equally suited for riding or walking. Her hair is gathered in a low runner's tail, and small earrings of onyx stone glitter on her ears. Perched comfortably on Liesana's head is Lu-nar, who peers back at you. A double cord knot, blue and white, with a single loop and a long tail, indicate that the wearer is a Harper Journeyman. She is awake and looks alert. 

Carrying: Brown Leather Carrysack, Lu-nar, Chestnut-Wood Gitar, Charcoal Drawing  

Liesana is 22 Turns and 3 days old.

Kelana walks in. 

From between two velvet-crushed neckridges, Shawn hails as her brown scuds to a landing in the large area of the courtyard, "Lies!" she shouts... as if the landing brown wasn't enough to get your attention... "Kryz asked if I would come down and pick you up..." she leans forward over a neckridge, crossing her arms in front of her... "I guess he figured this would be faster than walking..." she grins that lopsided grin and inquires, "Are you ready?"

Kiriya walks in, looking /very/ depressed, not even noticing Liesana and Kelana until they're in plain view. "Oh. Hi, Liesana and Kelana." A tear or two still falls from moments earlier.

Kelana looks worried. "Hi Kiriya. What happened?"

Liesana is standing in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by quilts, boxes and bags and bags of stuff. Someone unaware of her penchant for traveling light might think that the miscellany was hers. Stepping a little out of the way to make sure that the Big Brown Dragon has ample room to maneuver, she nods up at Shawn, a grin crossing her face. "Very much so, Shawn, and thanks ever so much for doing this... although I hope Orsoth doesn't mind playing burdenbeast. Liyalaain had a few more things than I originally thought." Kiriya and the others get slight nods. Her attention is elsewhere.

Kiriya bites back another tear or two. "Something happened earlier today, and you'll get the hugest shock out of all of it...it hurts to even talk about all of this...but Ragnar dumped me, the woolhead! He made excuses until I had to curse my head off at him to stop, and I nearly could have slapped him! It's a wonder I still love the wherry-head! Left me for some candidate up at High Reaches, and a former nanny at that! At Ista Weyr! Whom I knew personally! Makes me so sick I want to vomit!" She picks up a pebble, and throws it hard at the ground, breaking it into several little shards.

Kelana gasps. "Oh no! Ragnar is the most insensitive..."she continues with a long list of derogatory names. "I'm so sorry!" She crosses over to hug her friend.

Kiriya takes the hug with a small smile. "Thanks...I feel like going into the 'Mug and getting drunk as a mouse right about now, but my Healer Oaths bind me, so I can't harm myself..." Her voice breaks with another sob. "Why do I still love the idiot?"

Kelana looks sympathetic. "Well, love does get pretty stupid sometimes...and that's not an insult!"

Liesana just whistles quietly to herself, intrigued, incensed like any other female at hearing of male wrongdoing, but leaving soon, and therefore not really being able to take part in the mutual support and guy-bashing that's soon to follow. So she'll pretend not to hear, although a sympathetic look is cast in Kiriya's direction.

Kiriya cries even more. "So much stress in my life...taking care of patients at Gar after their harper platform collapsed, two rotten firelizard eggs, and now this incident." Kiriya has turned from a spritely and spunky young girl into a depressed and lonely woman. She returns the look from Liesana with as much of a smile as she can muster, which frankly isn't much. "Thanks for being here for me, though..."

From between two velvet-crushed neckridges, Shawn wrinkles her nose as her dragon whuffs some of the crates... "Well, we weren't expecting quite so much, but I'm sure we can manage..." as for the large brown, he has a third set of modified straps on that look something like baggage carriers, "The main problem comes in getting everything /up/..." well yes, its like loading luggage on /top/ of the 747... Shawn just swings a foot over the neckridge and uses the holds on the straps to climb down and land in the courtyard with a thud, "Guess we better get started, eh?" 

Orsoth lumbers into a crouch to shorten Shawn's descent from his neck.

Kelana frowns. "Hmm...well, there's really not much else I can say, considering I haven't had much experience in this line myself..." She lapses into pensiveness.

Liesana grins, and eyes the big brown, shouldering two valises overflowing with clothing and knick-knacks. "Well, I guess there's only one way to get this done, and that's to dig in, and hope we don't lose her unmentionables somewhere ::between::" Hrm... Eyes light up as she hatches another plot to revenge herself on Lionel, should he ever need it. She sidles closer to Orsoth, and gives an appraising look. "Maybe one one the ground tossing, and one on top, catching?" But Shawn's already on the ground, so perhaps not.

Kiriya looks at Liesana. "You know Liyalaain? She's, like, one of my best friends..."

Kiriya sighs. "I have to go back to Gar Hold...hafta check on some infirmary patients I was treating. Want to come along?

Liesana urks, and wonders if she should spill the reason for her trip, with Kiriya already in a fragile emotional state. But... honesty is the best policy? "Ah yes.. I do. And actually, she's taken my friend Kryz as a mentor, and he's up at High Reaches, so we're moving her stuff up there for her."

Kiriya nods. "Ah...interesting. Tell her I said hi.."

Kiriya walks out. Kelana walks out.

Shawn looks at the various bags and things, "Well, you and I can sit on the blankets... and the valises should tie-on pretty easily... we'll mount the crate on top..." there she seems to have come up with a plan at that, "So the only thing we'll have to lift up is the crate..." seeming to have her mind decided she takes one of the valises from Lies and turns to Ors who obligingly crouches down so she can reach a set of loops on the side of the third set of straps...and then taking the second valise she moves to the other side and does the same... Okay, now for the crate, "Okay, I'll climb up, Ors will kind of lay down and you hand it up, eh?" as if you have any other choice and Shawn scrambles back up the straps..straddling him as he crouches and then she stands and walks down to the place where the crate needs to be moored, "All right... I think we're ready..." lets hope its not heavy...

Liesana nods, and slinks over to the crate, eyeing it curiously for a moment, before putting that Herder-raised muscle to work, and heaving it into the air. "Oooof... what's she taking with her? A rock collection?" But muttering takes a leetle too much effort, so she subsides quickly, handing it off to Shawn as soon as possible.

Great...its heavy... Shawn has a good bit of muscle herself, though... s'all those pushups D'renn made her do in weyrlinghood to make up for all those pranks she played on him, see? OOof... the rider exhales as she manages to pull the crate up and manuever it into position... then with expert-like expediency she straps the crate on as securely as it can be and grins, wiping sweat from her brow, "How long is she staying anyway?" she asks, pointing to the blankets, "Hand those up and I'll lay 'em out... then we'll get you aboard..." she grins and walks back along the neckridges, leaning down for the blankets

Liesana shrugs, then coughs a little in disbelief. "At least until the Hatching, as far as she knows. /Kryz/ told me he was thinking of asking for the posting, so she may stay a little longer than she thought. But keep it under your hat, eh?" In the meantime, she's been passing up the blankets, quilts and pillows, pausing to ask of Orsoth "You really don't mind this, do you? 'Cause I can send it by boat if it's too heavy." /She/ is not the one that would have to live without her knick-knacks and whatever else is being shipped.

Compared to the size of the brown, gangly and brumbly as he is, the crate looks as if it was shrunk about 50 times... "Nope, s'all right..." Shawn drawls as she unfolds the blankets partially and lays them over where her and Lies will sit, "All right..." she stands up and surveys her work and then nods, seemingly satisfied, "Do you need help up or can you manage?" not knowing the level of experience the harper has with navigating dragons

Shawn scrambles up the foot loops on Orsoth's straps settling onto the brown's burry back.

Liesana has had more experience with runnerbeasts, but has had some contact with dragonkind. So she'd better be up to the task, as a matter of personal pride. Or something like that. Pausing a moment to produce a cloak from her carrysack, and swirl it about her shoulders, she waves her hand, with a grin. "Thanks, but I think I can manage." And manage she does, sucessfully, if not gracefully, scrabbling her way up the straps, and settling behind Shawn. "Whew! made it!"

As you scramble up the foot loops on Orsoth's straps, he lumbers into a crouch to aid your ascent onto his burry back.

Shawn nods, "Made it jus' fine..." you've gained approval... that lopsided grin gets flashed again as she bends over and buckles your straps... "There, now we won't loose you..." and with a wink she spins, sits and buckles her own straps.. pulling her gloves on tighter she pats Orsoth's neck and shouts, "Hang on tight..." and then before you know it the brown is aloft 

You take off. 

Above Ista Hold 

You wing your way over the Ista Hold complex. Below, the main hold's wide courtyard faces east, over the ocean. Just north of that lies the Hold's main beach, the white sands often crowded with holders enjoying the sun and surf. Turquoise waters from the hold cove roll up to lap on the shore. Just inland from the main beach are the Hold's main gather meadow and racetracks. It is a spring afternoon. In the courtyard, you see Hoth. Gliding around is Deathbycow. 

Obvious exits: Courtyard North Valley Beach Gather Grounds Fire Heights Gather Square Land's End

Orsoth dips, spreading his klah-coated wings into an easy glide, and winks ::between::!

 :::BETWEEN!::: You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::... absolute darkness surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you... you wait, and count...

Black... Blacker... Blackest...

Orsoth blinks in from ::between:: with a snap of klah-coated wings!

Central Bowl 

Seven spindles brush the clouds -- quite literally -- overhead, a jagged, spired cotillion grey-stoned majesty. The bowl from here is expansively large, extending a full half mile in both directions, and although sometimes a bit of a stretch, most of the hubs of activity can be easily observed. Hard-packed ground shows the common pathways, all of them meandering about the craggy bunch of boulders that form a centerpiece: carven, hand-worn and foothold-full, it gives a bit of centerpoint to the otherwise vast emptiness of the area. To the north lie the hatching grounds and leadership weyrs, while the lows of herdbeasts mark the feeding pens to the northeast. A flurry of ever-present activity marks the living caverns to the west, and another time-traveled path the ground weyrs just adjacent to the southwest. Southeast, a glint of blue shows the lake, glittering and cold. It is a spring afternoon. Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are sixteen firelizards. Green Kelitath, brown Revnath, green Zoryanth, brown Sevareth, bronze Rixesith, green Siulth, gold Tiareth, gold Chayath, green Vespurath, brown Druseth, green Niamhyth, blue Nuadayth, and blue Mzadith are here. You see a wagonmaster, George Dubya bush, Trash n Treasures, Trey's Trumbling Wagon, and Gigi here. Kryz is here. 

Obvious exits: Pens Northern Bowl Caverns Ground Weyrs Lakeside Guards HQ

 Shawn is immediately unbuckling straps as she turns and unbuckles Lies, grinning, "That wasn't so bad was it?" she stands then and waits for the harper to dismount so she can unload the blankets and crate

Liesana gasps a little as she transits successfully along with the brown and rider. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that.." she comments breathlessly, before posing a question. "Do you?" Then she spots Kryz, and scuttles down the straps remaining. "Hello again, stranger." she calls out with a grin.

As you climb down the foot loops on Orsoth's straps, he lumbers into a crouch to shorten your descent.

Kryz waves up at the two with a smile from a distance. He waits for them to reach him, not wanting to aproach the dragon, though not quite as scared of this particular one as much since yesterday's incident. "Hey there," he calls back. "Is that all her stuff?"

From between two velvet-crushed neckridges, Shawn nods, "Yep..." that's all she provides as she pulls up the blankets and refolds them, handing them down to whoever is ready to catch them, "Here... Kryz, make yourself useful and help me get this crate down..." a grin is flashed turning it into more of a request then an order and she walks along the neckridges until she comes to where the crate is moored

Liesana rolls her eyes, as she retrieves the blankets. "Yep... that's all, and watch that crate. I think she keeps her rock collection in there." Yes, Liesana's used that comment before. But it's a good one! "Speaking of Liyalaain, how's she settling in? Any more fainting spells?"

Kryz takes a breath and walks over to the dragon's side. He gives the brown a look as to say 'don't move' before reaching up for Shawn to pass the crate. "She's doin' fine as much as she's told me," he says.

Tiareth stretches out a welcome towards the dreamy-hued brown and rumbles something dragony.

From between two velvet-crushed neckridges, Shawn snerks...another fainting visitor, must be the thin air, "Here..." she hands the crate down carefully into Kryz's waiting grasp and then walks back along to the straps and climbs down, moving immediately to unhook the valises, "Not sure we were expecting quite as much luggage, but we did manage..." Orsoth just brumble-whuffs a greeting to Tia... oooo, a /gooooold/... look Shawn...ain't she purty? Tia? Pretty? Whatever Ors...

Orsoth lumbers into a crouch to shorten Shawn's descent from his neck.

Tiareth flicks back her wings in aimless agreement.

Chayath has slowly awoken to the sounds of voice. Opening one eye, she peers around.

Liesana grins, and shuffles over, reaching up with one hand to collect a valise. Apparently the latest addition to 'Reaches is planning to dress in layers or somewhat, she muses idly to herself. Patting a large brown foreleg with her free hand, she nods her head at Orsoth and intones gratefully. "Thanks very much for a smooth and swift ride, Orsoth... Hope I didn't grab hold of your neckridges too hard."

Not liking all the movement around him, Kryz takes the crate and backs away as soon as possible from the moving dragons. "Let's get this stuff inside," he says glad for a reason to leave the bowl. He then looks at the /stuff/. "How's all this going to fit in the guest room? I really wish they'd just gimme a place to stay while I'm here!" he complains as he lugs the crate towards the door muttering something about 'chicks' and their amount of luggage.

Shawn has a solution, "Well, you could talk to Nuff about that... if Tia's about..." Shawn points to the older of the two 757s looking their way, "Then Nuff's gotta be around here somewhere..." a shrug and she hands the second valise to Lies... "I'd help you in, but I have some things that need doin'..." yeah, like taking all these straps off Orsoth and getting a mid afternoon snack

Shawn scrambles up the foot loops on Orsoth's straps settling onto the brown's burry back.

Orsoth takes off. Above, Orsoth takes off from Central Bowl Above, Orsoth circles leisurely towards the lake.

Liesana grins. "I suppose we'll manage without you then, Shawn. But again, my thanks to you and Orsoth. Hey Kryz... give you a hand with one side of that beast." A jerked finger indicates that it's the crate she's talking about. "And after that, you're going to have to give me a tour, no?"

Kryz smiles. "But of course, though I haven't gotten the full tour yet myself," he says with a chuckle. He then sets one side of the crate down for Lies to grab before heading to the caverns.

**Travel Spam**

Guest Harper 

A basically empty room. That's the best way to describe this dark place. An average sized bed sets in the far corner, and opposite of it a smaller cot. One simple shelf sets against the wall, full of art supplies. The only thing that really stand out is the studio like setup next to the shelf. An easel along with a stack of canvas and paints are piled up around. A large window is off to the side for the perfect lighting to paint with. Several partially and finished pieces set around the not so clean room. Kryz, Liyalaain and Niara are here. 

Obvious exits: Caverns

Liyalaain 

Tall and thin, this girl stands roughly 6 feet, though your guess would probably be more around 5'9. Thick, midnight hair falls in ringlet to roughly her collar bone, shifting and shimmering with every movement. Her eyes, bottle green, peer curiously at you from above high, shapely cheek bone. Berry red lips shift into a demure smile beneath a small nose. She has the perfect, hour-glass figure, though leaves it discreetly un-flaunted. She holds herself well, obviously someone who is not to be taken lightly, though her manner suggests mischeviousness. 

A soft, white shirt hangs loosely around her form, dipping down a little below the collar-bone. A rich, klah-brown bodice is laced tightly around her upper body, with embroidered firelizards playing and dashing about all over it. Darker, wher-hide pants cling tightly to her legs, but are partially hidden by a pair of rather large black boots. Tied around her waist is a light jacket, kept about in case of the cold. Her hair being, as usual, disobedient, she simply gives up and lets it hang. Bahk likes it better like that anyway, so he has somewhere to keep warm. Liya's satchel hangs heavily from Liyalaain's shoulder. Perched on Liyalaain's shoulder is Bahklava. Liyalaain wears the knot of a Harper Apprentice. She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 4 minutes. 

Carrying: blue-beaded bracelet Quanal Liya's satchel Bahklava Sketch Book Liyalaain is 16 Turns, 7 months, and 8 days old.

Kryz You see a clean-shaven, well built young man in front of you. He has a mature look for his age, though if you'd know him, he's anything but that. The childish grin that often appears on his face show his true personality. His turquoise hair is roughly cut just long enough to hang is his eyes and sticks out in all directions , with the exception of one braid behind his right ear that hangs quite a few feet longer. Colorful beads have been woven into the braid with a thin piece of twine tying the end. Bright yellow streaks run the length of his hair, the newest addition to add to this Harpers odd appearance. His skin is the palest shade possible, without being unhealthy. White paint, outlined with a thin line of black, decorate his face and arms in careful patterns. 

Kryz has on a black leather coat to keep the cold winter air off of him. It all but blends into the leather pants that cover this Harpers legs and which also cover his tall boots. Gloves stick out beneath the sleeves, the fingers of which are cut out to make painting easier. A black hat sits atop his head only letting a few rouge strands of turquoise hair peek out. His right ear is decorated from top to bottom with countless numbers of silver earrings. The left only supports two small hoops at the top and bottom. Two rings also pierce through his left eyebrow, a rather odd look for this area, but an artistic statement as well. Around his neck is a chain tucked neatly into his shirt hiding what might be attached at the end. A large, strong rucksack appears full, hanging heavilly over his shoulders. Arboric is settled comfortably on top of Kryz's head, much to his dismay. One of the many Old Paintbrushes is set behind Kryz's ear. Kryz wears the knot of a Harper Journeyman. He is awake and looks alert. 

Carrying: Belt Knife <sheathed> Friendship Medallion Ruff'n Tumble Rucksack Arboric Old Paintbrushes 

Kryz is 21 Turns, 6 months, and 20 days old.

Niara 

'Sugar 'n spice and everythin' nice' seems a made-to-order description for this young girl. Nutmeg colors her hair as it falls in silky locks to her shoulders, a few wisps falling forward in front to half-cover wide, mischievous blue-grey eyes and childish features. Pink-tinged cheeks dimple over a rosebud mouth, which seems to be perpetually holding back giggles. Her arms and legs are as skinny as ever, but she finally seems to be growing into their length, retaining a graceful touch in her energetic gait and movements. Her voice is a sweet, childish soprano which is gradually growing into clear and honeyed tones, except when it assumes an alarmingly loud ring while demanding something. She is the exact replica of her twin sister, Kirin, though most would not be able to tell any similarities between the dirt-covered tomboy and this little princess. 

Thick blue flax is woven into a pair of heavy-duty overalls, the legs ending at Niara's knees. The straps button over the short sleeves of a white pull-over tunic with a tiny green dragon embroidered on the collar. Covering her legs are a pair of knee-high white socks, some ankle high boots laced neatly and tied with double-knots offering sturdy protection for her feet. Perched on Niara's shoulder is Tygre. Perched on Niara's shoulder is NightDreamer. A chain of interlocking silver and gold links clings loosely about Niara's neck, the inscription on the small medalion much too small to read with the naked eye. Niara's hair is pulled back from her face, gathered and held by a simple ribbon. She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 3 minutes. 

Carrying: Niara's Satchel Gold Chain Tygre Niara's Journal NightDreamer Niara is 8 Turns, 5 months, and 10 days old.

Liyalaain looks up from the book she was reading as three people enter, two of them carrying a rather large crate. "Well, frankly, I wasn't sure, so, well, you know," she answers, half jokingly, half not. "You should've come get me, I could've helped! Lies, is this your fosterling?" she asks, putting her book down and standing.

Liesana struggles through the doorway, dragging her half of the crate a few inches above the ground. Valises and blankets are piled atop it. "Faranth, Liya... planning on moving here permanently or something? This is the second load..." Her complaint is actually teasing, tone leaving no room to doubt that. But then a fluffy pillow slips, landing on the floor behind her. "Nia-pet, could you get that, please?" Yes... Liesana's rare and elusive fosterling is on-site.

Niara pounces on the pillow, catching the edge of a lacey ruffle and swinging it up and into the air. "Look it, Mummsie! Look at how high I can toss it!" She stops the tossing, catching the pillow and holding it before her defensively, preparing for a head tossingly.

Liyalaain starts going through the crate, checking to see that everything's ok and such and that everything's there. "Wow," she says, standing up again. "That's great! Thanks SO much, you guys!" she says with a smile.

And Liesana doesn't disappoint, shaking her head quietly in Niara's direction. "Ummmm... honey, Liyalaain might not want her pillow tossed around. You'd better check with her first." To the others, introduction. "Apprentice Liyalaain, meet my fosterling Niara. You too, Kryz. She's not so scary to meet, is she?"

Kryz looks at the little psycho pillow throwing girl...more like stares at her. This is the first time he's ever seen her. "Hiya," he says with a smile as he gets to his knees to be at her height. Normally he's not a 'kid person' but this is Lies's fosterling so he had better try not to get annoyed too fast. "I'm Kryz," he says to her.

Liyalaain smiles at the child who not so very much younger than herself. "Well met. If you'd like, call my Liy or Liya, it's easier to say. And you have full permission to torture my pillow as much as you choose."

For some unknown reason, Niara decides to put on the charm. A bewitching little dimpling, a pretty little curtsey, and a demure "Pleased ta meecha" is offered to the room in general. "Thank you," and a quick glance at Liesana, as if to say 'See...everybody lubs me!'"

Kryz chuckles, "I was adorable. Ask Anjula," he says as he stands back up. Looking around the room he waves his arm at the relatively empty place. "So, what do think?" he asks, looking mainly at Lies.

Liesana wrinkles her nose playfully. "Such a modest child I've gotten my hands on." she announces, with a melodramatic air "But Nia a brat? I've yet to see any true brattiness... although, littling," she addresses Niara. "You seem to notice far more than you should, at your age." Hopefully, she won't be tempted to display any choice bits of information... Please?

Niara turns shining eyes, glinting with not a little mischievousness, on Liesana. After several glances back and forth between the painted man and her foster Mummy, the curiosity is roused. "Mummsie...is he the man that ol'meanie lady was talkin' about? I don't un'erstand. Why would ladies be t'rowing themselves at him?"

Kryz turns a bit red at the fosterling's comment. Ladies throwing themselves at him? Who was talking about what in front of this kid?! He just gives Lies a very embarrassed look hoping she'll clear this up.

Liyalaain sticks her fist in her mouth to keep from laughing. Not meant to be offensive, she just finds that hilarious, and he being her mentor, Liy just couldn't think about him like that... So it's hard for her to comprehend others being... "different" about him.

Liesana blushes a furious shade of red, and moves to intercept Niara before she can furnish any furthur damning evidence. Ooops, too late. So instead she offers a lame sort of explanation. "Ah... well... you see... Anjula paid me a little visit and in her usual ah... /forthright/ manner, sort of told me that... You and I should get together." Wince. Such a... romantic way of breaking the news.

Liyalaain decides to keep her fist in her mouth. Her cheeks puff out as a huge outburst struggles to... out burst.

Liyalaain releases Bahklava, who launches into the air.

Niara just blinks, not understanding a red-faced Liesana. Understanding dawns for the child though as she exclaims in incredulous tones, "/He's/ the one you like? /~Why~/?" Wide-eyed and puzzled, she tightens her hold on the pillow.

Red....redder....reddest... There isn't a color to describe this Harper's face. Kryz just stares at Lies not knowing /what/ to say other then.... ".........what......?"

Fist can no longer contain it , and Liy bursts out laughing, again, not being rude or mean or anything, just the way the child puts these things....

Niara nods sagely at the blue-haird man. "Un-huh...Mummsie's fosterli' said so." With a prim nod of her head in private affirmation, then abruptly changes the subject. "Is that your real skin?" she asks, indicating the painted designs adorning Kryz.

Liyalaain is snickering quietly, now in a corner, as to not disturb any of this...

Liesana is in just about as much shock as Kryz. Can one disown a fosterling? What if one doesn't have an inheritance in the first place? Scrap that idea. So she retreats into dignity. "Niara, mummy never said flat-out that she liked him, and If I do, that's my business and Kryz's." So don't spread it around the Hall. Too late for that, too. "Ummm Kryz..." she inquires of the other shocked person in the room. "Can we talk?" Liyalaain is eyed. Watch the kid. And feel free to feed her to a passing dragon?

Kryz looks around not sure what to say now. His eyes shift from kid to mentee, avoiding Lies for the moment. "Um...sure....," he mutters staring at the ground just wanting to get the heck outta here.

Liyalaain gets the hint, and takes the fosterling out of the room. "Ok, kiddo, I think you should come with me, so we can have a talk about the birds and bees...." Liyalaain slips back out into the caverns. 

Niara sputters slightly as she is forcible removed fromt he room. "But he didn't answer...." is heard downthe hall. Niara slips back out into the caverns. 

Tygre blinks in from ::between::!

Liesana shambles over to the nearest bed, and sits down on it. More like collapses, as she whooshes out a long sigh. "Ahhhh... Shardit, Kryz. I didn't mean for it to come out this way... Why couldn't Anjula pick a better place for a talk than the main beach?" Rhetorical questions are always good.

Kryz just remains standing where he was, still staring at the ground and not even facing Lies. He has no idea what to say or even think right now. This was all just so unexpected and... blunt. Not to mention embarrassing... So for the time... Kryz remains silent.

Liesana takes all that as a bad sign. So she starts to talk. A lot. And Rapidly. "Honestly... you can't think I meant for this to happen... I'd never do anything to embarrass you, or myself for that matter, so badly. Anjula just came on to the beach while I was there with Nia, and she just started in on me, and... I guess little pitchers really do have big ears. Shards!" She leans forwards, pressing her hands against her temples. And then, quietly, she asks "Have I ruined everything for us?"

Kryz takes a deep breath and just mutters, "I have no idea..." Then without another word, he walks out of the room. Kryz slips back out into the caverns.

Liesana shakes her head, and a pair of tears threaten to spill out of those beautiful amber eyes. "No..." she breathes to herself. Then "No. I will /not/ let this happen." The girl has got it together again. Grabbing her cloak from beside her, she swirls it around her, and trots after Kryz, muttering "Not without a fight!"

**Travel Spam**

Beach 

Ancient dunes have been flattened by the endless parade of people and dragons that tramp northwest across the bowl, leaving a mere skiff of sand here along lake's beaten edge. Footprints litter the curve of beach, some left turns ago and caught frozen in the heavy clay earth near the water's edge. As the sun sets, shadows invade, creeping like fingers across the gently sloping ground and darkening the distant ledges on the far side of the lake. To the north, dust rises from the redolent pens while the flattened disc of the main bowl is just a step to the northwest. It is a spring afternoon. To the north, you see Alymath. Darting here and there are eight firelizards. Brown Zenzorath, blue Wiranth, and Brown Dsalth are here. You see Atticus here. Kryz is here. 

Obvious exits: Stables Feeding Pens Central Bowl Lake

Kryz sits on the ground, his legs pulled up to his chest and his head buried in his arms.

Tygre blinks in from ::between::!

Liesana approaches the lakeside at a gallop, reining herself in sharply as she comes across the crumpled Kryz. Shardit, he is /not/ running away from this one. "Kryz! Wait... you can't run away from this. I am not going to let whatever there is between us fade away because you'd rather run from things then face them." Then the anger that had propelled her this far abruptly ceases, and she settles down beside the artist. "So, Anjula shoots her mouth off in Niara's hearing, and Niara acts like a typical girl of eight, and we're left with a fine mess. I admit I owe Anjula some thanks... She made me take a good hard look at how I felt about you."

Bahklava glides in from the Central Bowl.

Kryz lifts his head slightly placing both his hands on his forhead. "Well how do you expect me to react to this Lies?! You expect me to say 'oh, ok' and go on as though nothing was different?" he screams out. "I just...I... I don't know! I don't know what I feel and I don't know how to react and I don't know what I'm saying!" He lets out a slight sniffle before lowering his hands to his face. "What do you want me to say, Lies?"

Liesana sighs, and smacks herself sharply on the forehead, before attempting some weak humour. "I suppose it's poetic justice that my own personal life gets completely thrown to the Red Star, after meddling cheerfully in everyone else's affairs." But then she sighs again, and attempts a serious answer. "I'll tell you the truth, Kryz. You are still my best friend, the best I could ever hope to meet. But Anjula's assumption got me thinking. I spent a good couple of sleepless nights working through things. And while you are still my friend, there is something more there. Something that would become love, if I let it." She turns to regard Kryz, hoping he'll lift his face enough to see the truth in her eyes. "But, I don't want to risk what we have now. Say the word, and I'll not mention that fact again, and we can try and repair the damage. But," And here she raises a finger. "Anjula was so sure that you might... Oh, Shardit, why did I even bother to hope?"

Kryz screams out yet again, "Anjula, Anjula, Anjula! Stop trying to shift this all on someone else." He doesn't move from his position, staring through the spaces between his fingers to the ground. "Were you going to tell me any of this....?" he finally asks after a long pause. "If she wouldn't have said it, would you have?"

Liesana sighs. She's had enough experience with Emotional Kryz to not let his yelling bother her. "I might have. If the right setting and moment came up. And if you obviously felt the same way. But if not, I'd keep it to myself." A slightly bitter laugh. "I've survived two decades of living without romance, what's another two or three or four?" She shakes her head. "I didn't want to be another Kazyndra. Or Lys, or even that Healer that was hitting on you. You're worth more than that, and so am I. But please." Amber eyes look almost pleading. "If you ever, ever feel anything, please let me know." Hint hint. Like... now?

Kryz shakes his head slightly. "I don't know how I feel Lies. When you're gone, I miss you. When you're here, I can't think of anyone else I'd rather be with....but I don't know if it's the same as what you're feeling. I'm not good dealing with emotions. And now with you moving to Smith and me possibly staying here... why'd she have to bring this up now? The worse time possible. I just decided not to think about it anymore, not to let this get to me... and here it is again, slapped in my face." He finally looks up. "Lies, I know I care about you, a lot, but that's all I really do know."

Liesana smiles softly. "Then that's all I ask. That's what I feel too, except that it very rudely got jolted to the forefront of my mind by a certain Guard we both know and love." A wan grin. "Do you know, the whole reason she wants us together is to get the girls to lay off of you?" Shakes her head. "Forget about Smith. Oli would probably be a far better choice than me, and with her being senior to us both, if she wants it, I'll gladly give it to her. But what if you stay here? It makes no difference if I'm at Ista or Smith then."

Kryz sniffles again and wipes his eyes before looking back at Lies. "I can't ask you to just give up on what you want Lies. Especially if I'm not willing to do the same for you, it's not fair. Go to Smith if you feel that's for you. This is what I was taught to do, what I wanted more then anything. And here I am, finally doing what I love. I admit, it's not the same without you...but I have to grow up. I can't be dependent on others my whole life. I'm a Journeyman now." He takes the black hat from his head and runs a quick hand through his hair. "What do you want, Lies? Do you want to go to Smith? Do you want to stay at Ista? Do you want me there with you? I just... I'm not sure what I want anymore, that's why I'm asking you."

Liesana leans forward, and presses her hands against her temples again. "I don't know... If I go to Smith, it will be almost a Turn to the future. I /do/ want to get out of the Hall, and whether it's a posting, or an itinerant route, I don't really care. But I do want to see you. Not to be dependant, but just because I like being with you. So, you see, I'm in the same boat. All of my goals were to make Journeyman. Now I've done it, what do I do now?" A headshake. "We /really/ need to take that Keroon trip... Aunt Rilna's always been good at setting folks' heads on straight." Not always gently, though.

Kryz shifts to the side laying his head on Liesana's shoulder. "What a mess," he says with a slight chuckle staring out at the lake in somewhat of a daze. "So what are we gonna do? Just let this go and get on with our lives? I'm not sure I can deal with anything more. I don't even know what love really is. I wasn't really raised knowing that feeling." He laughs, "I mean, I loved my childhood, I'd never change a thing. I don't mean to sound all depressed. I'm just talking...," basically cause babbling on without having a real point right now seemed like a good thing to do.

Liesana gives a tired grin, and leans up against Kryz as he leans on her. "I think we'd be lying to ourselves if we tried." she answers honestly. "I suppose we just go on from here, accept that there's feelings there, and take whatever comes as it comes." A chuckle. "This is my first try at this love business too... Blind leading the blind, and hopefully we'll dodge the ditches. I loved my parents, I love my aunt and my fosterling, but romance? Romance is new. Even if I can fake it well enough to keep Lionel out of the loop while his underwear were stolen." Not that it's hard to convince the Harperboy. Pern's Casanova has a rather high opinion of his charms...

Kryz nods slightly as he watches the ripples on the lake. "I think you're right," he says quietly. "I don't wanna be cliché and be like 'Lies I love you,' when I'm not sure if that's even how I feel. I don't want things to change. I'll admit, I'm afraid cause what we have now is something too special to ruin over some unsure minds." He grows silent again, and after another long pause says, "I think we should wait this out and see where it goes."

Liesana grins, and switches positions to lean her head against /Kryz's/ shoulder, smiling up at him. "Smart man. Which is one of the reasons I like you. Or whatever it is I'm feeling!" A chuckle, then a shiver. "But this is an evening in the 'Reaches, and I'm freezing, what say we go get some klah?" Standing, and shaking out her light cloak, she extends a hand to Kryz. "We'll make this work... somehow. It's sort of fitting that two confused little people end up in a big confusing tangle together."

Kryz takes Liesana's hand and stands up. "I'm sorry I overreacted," he mumbles. "And klah sounds wonderful," he answers before wrapping his arms around her in a quick hug. "Thanks," he whispers. "for being honest...and making me talk and everything. Thanks for being you, I guess, as lame as that sounds."

Liesana returns the hug, and leaves one arm looped around Kryz's waist. It's cold out, she's been emotionally stressed, and her runnerbeast is nowhere in sight. So Kryz will do for comfort. "Hey, no problem. You always over-react. It's part of your nature, it appears. But fortunately, diplomacy is part of mine, no?" A twinkle, and then she heads off towards the caverns, tugging at Kryz to follow. "So let's go get a drink and see how fast the rumours have spread, eh?"

**travel spam**

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 fifty-eight firelizards. You see OOC NOTICE (look sign), Look at Me Postcard to Tatia, White Clay Egg Pot, Jaeshri, Kageri, Chalea, Question Deck, Streak, the Candidate's Rumor Weed, 'What's in the box?!' crate, and Gossip Drudge Maira here. Takovic, Mechelle, Liyalaain, Areiah, and Kryz are here. 

Obvious exits: Bowl Kitchens Inner Caverns Crafting Area 

Kryz is led in by Liesana.

Well, speak of the devil...

Mechelle's hand finally starts patting Liyalaain's back, much like she would a smaller child, "Ah, they shouldn't! You're not the problem at all." Well, maybe she is, Mechelle doesn't know! But she's too young to be so worried! She looks around again, and then, relief! There's Kryz, anyway! Maybe they can get this settled!

A thought suddenly strikes her. "And I've been telling all this out in the open and now everyone will know and they'll be so mad at me!" Liy cries. Her uncontrolled sobbing is renewed again.

Kryz walks in and looks around, hearing the sobbing noises. It takes a minute for it to register where it's coming from. Mechelle's lap... and ... his mentee?? "Liya!" he shouts out leaving Lies's side and walking over. "What happned? Are you ok? Are you /hurt/?" Time to start panicking. He's only been her mentor one day now. He doesn't know how to deal with /this/.

Takovic shrugs toward Areiah, looking around the caverns for the little brown. Who indeed glides over, perching on his humanpet's shoulder but eyeing the Weyrwoman politely. Tako scritches the critter, then adjusts his spectacles, responding, "I'm well, one might say I'm well. And you, and you?" He looks back again briefly at the unfolding soap opera.

Liesana likewise startles, heading over to console the distraught Liyalaain. Hrm... apparently the two fixed-up Harpers have settled things quite satisfactorily on their own. "What's the matter Liya?" inquires the journeywoman kindly, and in perfect calm. "You can't be that upset over that little... misunderstanding between Kryz and I?" Understatement is a wonderful thing, no?

Liyalaain looks up, her face blotchy and tear stained. With a sob, she throws her arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder. "I'm so sorry! I really am! I can completely understand if you hate me forever now, and I'll pack my things and leave if you like, only I just wanted you to know I'm really sorry for ruining everything for you!" she sobs.

Mechelle just stares at the scene that seems to unfold in front of her. She looks from one to the next to the next, trying to get ahold of the story a bit better than she's gotten from the distraught girl. She glances at her mending, picking up some leggings who have a rip in the leg. Maybe now's a good time to get started on them again. You can bet she's listening to every word, though...

You notice Takovic gazing upon your form.

Takovic

Slender in frame, average in height--generally pretty well built--Takovic still somewhat carries the appearance of a child. His complexion is rather pale, suiting his oval face with its straight nose, thin lips, and narrow chin well. A shock of thick, dark, copper-brown hair stays mostly cut and in order, save for his bangs, which disobediently and obnoxiously stray over his forehead. Thin, expressive, well-shaped eyebrows are mostly hidden by his thick, black spectacles, though the round frames do a nice job bringing out his cool, misty, intelligent grey eyes.

It seems a bit unusual to see Takovic wearing more than his usual rumpled clothes, but he currently sports an ensemble that appears to have even been pressed recently. Slate grey pants match a slate grey vest, worn over a plain white shirt, belted at the waist with a shiny black belt. The collar of a matching slate grey jacket is slightly upturned and askew, and one shirtsleeve sticks out far from the jacket sleeve, but he still looks neater than usual, a regular little gentleman. His usual black shoes cover his feet, though, scuffed but hopefully unnoticable. Pinned to one shoulder is the simple knot of a High Reaches resident. He is awake and looks alert. Carrying: Shy but composed Llama Bebe Takovic's Chess Set Scrollcase

Takovic is 21 Turns, 7 months, and 24 days old.

Areiah

Despite the ineffable softness of youth still lingering in her supple form and shy, quiet bearing, Areiah is quite obviously one no longer considered a girl, but rather a young woman. Lustrous onyx waves have been let down, falling to much resemble a waterfall in loose waves down her back, stopping only as they reach the calves of sculpted legs. Her generally artistic features are only enhanced by these wayward locks, the twin sapphire pools that carefully observe much of the world around her made even more dramatic against her lightly tanned skin. Subtly pronounced cheekbones and a button nose sit above full, naturally pouty lips, the innocence of childhood becoming less and less evident by way of her appearance. She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 11 minutes. Carrying: Sketch, Painting-Dragons in Flight, Llama Baby

Areiah is 29 Turns, 3 months, and 22 days old.

Mechelle

Standing before you is a woman, a bit short, as she is only about five feet tall. She's also on the thin side, and if you get a look at her hands, you'll see many callouses there, hinting at hard work. She has light brown hair that gets even lighter, nearer to blonde, when she's been out in the sun for any length of time. It is worn shoulder-length, with the ends curling under. Her eyes are a light blue color, framed by long eyelashes. She has a stub of a nose, high cheekbones, and a thin set of lips that, when she smiles, shows nice, even, white teeth.

She is wearing a cream-colored shirt, long-sleeved and warm. The rounded neck is embroidered with light blue thread. Her shirt is tucked into dark blue leggings which look soft to the touch, a material looking sort-of like suede. They fit her loosely, held up by a black leather belt which is joined together in the front by a small green firelizard buckle. Her leggings are tucked into shiny black boots that are starting to look a bit worn. Over all of this, she wears a dark blue cloak, dyed the same color as her leggings. This keeps out the worst of the winter chill. Perched on Mechelle's shoulder is Sombre. Perched on Mechelle's shoulder is Hype. Perched on Mechelle's shoulder is Lyon. She wears a knot with a simple white thread, showing she's a candidate from High Reaches Weyr. She is awake and looks alert. Carrying: Sombre Lyon Hype

Mechelle is 18 Turns, 2 months, and 21 days old.

You notice Mechelle gazing upon your form.

Kryz puts an arm around Liya as he says, "calm down, ok." He then glances at the others and then at Lies, totally confused. "Look, let's go back to our room, ok, Liya. Then we can get this settled. We ahve t get you calmed down first." He gives another nervous glace at the others before herding his mentee to the door,

Blissfully oblivious to all things soap opera-esque, Areiah beams at Ivan. "Well, hello there, handsome," she chirps, fluttering her 'lashes in entirely un-serious, exaggerated flirtation. "And I'm glad to hear you're well; I'm the same, thank you. It's been busy, though, with all of the Candidates coming in - paperwork like you wouldn't believe."

"I'll... just stay here then..." Offers the other Harper, a little lamely. Now what did they come back here for...? Ah! Klah, that was it. So Liesana ambles off to find a pot. Locating it, and pouring a mug for herself, she settles near the trio that remain, arching an eloquent eyebrow, and taking a sip of her drink. Hold all questions 'til the lady's warm, please.

Kryz opts for broad stairs that lead up to the Crafting rooms above the inner caverns.

Liyalaain opts for broad stairs that lead up to the Crafting rooms above the inner caverns

Ivan is very handsome, and very regal, and very happy. Head nudging up to Arieah's hand, the brown chirrs blissfully. Tako smiles at his firelizard, then shrugs gently. "Candidate paperwork, so to speak, paperwork?"

Angelique> Kryz walks in and leads Liya to her bed to sit. He then takes a seat on his own bed looking at the floor in slience for a good long moment. He then looks up with a slight sigh. "What's wrong?" he asks knowing darn well already but not wanting to get upset with her.

G'deon quietly strides in from the Central Bowl.

Mechelle blinks as the entertainment for the evening leaves. That was quite interesting...But it's back to chores! Leggings are sewn shut and she drags out what appears to be a riding jacket, a huge hole in the back.

Devmani arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Angelique> Liyalaain sniffs, and wipes her eyes. "It's just that... I feel like everything that went wrong with you and Lies these past couple of days is all my fault...," she says meekly, hoping he won't get too mad at her when he realizes it is all her fault.

Areiah grinning, mildly amused, the 'rider submits to Ivan's gentle hinting and brushes the tips of her fingers along his neckridges, tickling lightly. "Mmmhmm. We have to fill out full sets of information on every Candidate that comes in, for every clutch. Where they're from, who brought them in, what they did before they were Searched, family information, all sorts of silliness." Pert nose wrinkles, and narrow shoulders go up and down, briefly. "It's not so bad on me, though - I've been foisting most of it off on G'deon."

Liesana sips some more at her klah, then decides that she may as well get aquainted with the Weyr-types. Mechelle being closest, she offers a slightly-tired grin and comments that "I'm Liesana, Harper Journeywoman, and I hazard a guess you've already heard my life's history."

Angelique> Kryz stands up and moves over to sit by Liya. "All that went wrong?" he asks, then bends down a bit to look at her hidden face. "Nothing went wrong, and if anything would have, it would in no way be your fault," he says putting a comforting arm around her.

Takovic grimaces a bit, then adjusts his spectacles, which slid after the expression. "One might say that stinks, you know, rather royally stinks." That expression is simply amusing coming with his characteristic stutter. Eyes flick toward Liesana as she states her rank, despite the fact that he already knows the Harper. Just an old reflex. Ivan continues to croon contentedly, even as Tako jolts with a bit of a laugh at Areiah's delegation of responsibility.

Mechelle's head comes up at the word 'candidates'. Great hearing, this nanny-turned-candidate has! The better to hear you with, my dear! She looks over at Towel-girl, not recognizing the face, and not seeing a knot. Her attention is diverted, however, by the Harper, "Ah, well met Journeywoman Liesana. I'm Mechelle." she smiles warmly at the woman, "No, don't worry about that. She was too worried to really make a /lot/ of sense. She seems to be pretty upset, though..."

Angelique> Liyalaain sniffs. "But if I hadn't wanted you to mentor me, then she might not have come up here, and then you'd still be perfectly happy being friends, and when feelings came out, it would've been in a better way and you wouldn't have stormed out of the room or been mad or anything. And also, if I'd offered to help Lies with my stuff she wouldn't have needed to bring her fosterling, and then it wouldn't have come out either! So, you see, it is all my fault! Please don't be too angry with me!" she whimpers.

Devmani enters the caverns, dragging the basket full of felines behind him..with a handle..and wheels..what'd he do to it? Probably best not to bother asking.. Down to five kittens now. Since he has a free hand today, it's used to wave. "Hello!~" Then..-squeak-. "Lovey! There you are! Hi!" Basket an' all get dragged over to Takovic. "I've been looking for you!"

G'deon laughs softly as he strides in, catching just the tail end of Areiah's statement. "Are you telling me, Reia, that I've been doing all your dirty work?" He smiles fondly at the rider, hooking a chair over with his boot before taking a seat, the chair back in front of him. The better to lean on.

Devmani

Rich deluges of white-gold laps against faint alabaster edged skin in short strands, brushed away from warm optics with a good-natured swipe. The glossy tresses of thick amber easily bend the angelic glimmers of light and movement reflected in their golden depth, not given any special consideration as it frames the misty echo of his complexion. Widely set round optics of luminescent azure peer inquiringly from behind thick lashes, glistening in rising dawn, to wander in chipper observation. Tight lips, thin and smoothed by lavish burgundy, rest neatly below an undersized button nose, one which will one day grow until it has caught up with the rest of his bright complexion in time. Ivory brushed skin envelopes the majority of his lanky body, seeming to gain much of his height from lengthy legs rather than his torso though he is by no means towering over his peers. Youthful curiosity reflects in his radiant visage, focusing excitedly in the smoky ribbons of inquisitive topaz swirling in the depths of his optics as they observe the world.

Faded red overalls are worn a bit unevenly, right side strap often found hanging down unnoticed. A few extra pockets have been stitched into the overalls, and the white shirt underneath, most of them containing something or other. Leather pouch is wrapped around his waist, the strap holding various items taken from shops, the pouch itself stuffed with bits of parchment and writing utensils. A larger pack is usually slung over his shoulder, used to hold scrolls, a pair of work gloves, and sometimes a pet or two. A pair of goggles, strap dyed a bright cerulean, rest either upon his head or around his neck, along with a scarlet bandanna. Dusty black boots were at one point much cleaner, but have now faded and gathered splotches from dripped paint. Perched on Devmani's shoulder is Fenrir. Perched on Devmani's shoulder is Soujirou. He is awake and looks alert. Carrying: Aisha Soujirou Fenrir

Devmani is 17 Turns, 7 months, and 1 day old.

G'deon

G'deon appears at first glance to be quite calm and collected, though a mischievous gleam seems to tint his blue eyes from time to time. He has grown into a rather well built frame and finally stopped growing a few inches over six feet. Many Turns of hard work have helped his shoulders fill out considerably, along with his arms, hands and chest. His legs however are still the wiry limbs of his youth, which he will never lose. His sandy blond hair is kept quite clean, but it is beginning to grow out a little on top managing to look a bit tousled at times, a golden frame for a lightly tanned face accented by his calm eyes of sapphire, clear and blue as the summer sky over High Reaches.

Sturdy black boots, darker than deepest night, give way to rather thick, close-fitting, black leather trousers, dotted at various areas and heights with pockets. From there is found a thick, black, wherhide belt cinched tightly at the waist, holding in place a rather loose blue shirt just a shade above navy. The shirt is a bit coarse but appears warm, the roomy sleeves falling to the wrists in modest bellows, tied firmly at the cuffs with two strings hanging from either corner of the collar usually open in a V shape just below the neck. Perched on G'deon's shoulder is Ivanova. Unwavering shadows intertwine with the deep dark blue of a glacier, the two cords forming three glossy loops, mingled throughout with a fine ribbon of shimmering bronze, and two shinning silver tassels hang from the top of the knot naming G'deon as the Weyrleader of High Reaches. He is awake and looks alert.

G'deon is 23 Turns, 1 month, and 2 days old.

You notice Devmani gazing upon your form.

 Shawn walks in from the Central Bowl.

Angelique> Kryz gives Liya a little shake. "First off stop talking like that. You ruined nothing. Lies and I are perfectly find. Same as we were earlier. You ruined nothing." He smiles a reassuring smile, "and if you hadn't have come, I wouldn't have gotten to see her, so I thank you for that. And on top of everything else, I'm not mad. I'm glad you're here. Please stop blaming yourself. There's nothing to be blamed."

Ogera arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Kryz comes down from the workrooms above.

 Shawn comes in stifling a yawn... dinner time...and her stomach is audibly growling... oh look, perfect timing, there are /so/ many people here... she just heads directly to the sideboard and starts loading up a bunch of food on a plate... a little of this, a lot of that, some of these, and a few of those... and then, grabbing a glass of juice, she turns, finds an empty spot near someone she knows and goes and plops down, "Evenin' everbody..." there... she's said it, now let her eat...

Liesana grins, a trifle relieved. "That's good to hear, and well met, Mechelle. But let me assure you that nothing too dreadful happened between Kryz and I. I think someone just got a little overwhelmed. She moved from a rather small Hold to the Hall, if I recall correctly, and then got whisked off to the Weyr before she could get her head together." This by way of explanation, as Harpers don't always burst into noisy tears in the middle of a crowd. But then Kryz returns, and she drains her klah mug and skitters over to him, murmuring "Let's get out of here while the getting's good, no?"

Kryz walks back it with a hand on his head. He lets out a slight sigh as he walks over to Liesana. He nods slightly at her suggestion and follows her out the door, a bit too worn out from all the excitement to acknowledge anyone now.

**travel spam**

Quiet Corners

Thick woolen tapestries dull the noise from the rest of the caverns, turning this well-lit little room into a welcome escape. The stairs up place it against the bowl wall somewhere above the living caverns, carpeted against the winters chill or left as cool stone floor in summer. Some high and narrow windows can be opened to the world outside, or secured with their heavy metal-sided shutters and blue-threaded curtains. Glowlight gleams, brightening the well-cushioned stone couches and lighting the weyr residents half-finished projects: knitting undone, sewing only started, leathers being worked soft, and even a hide of sketches or half-finished Thread-chart spread out across one of the tables. Curled up amongst the baskets of wool is Kalfu.

Obvious exits: Inner Stairs Kryz slips in from the little door.

 Liesana is led in by Kryz.

Kryz leads Lies in to the small, quiet room. He lets out a sigh as he plops down. "What a disaster!" he exclaims, referring to the Liya incident. "I got her to calm a bit I think... at least I got her to agree to go to sleep," he says, "but still...."

Liesana settles gratefully on a couch, tucking her feet under herself, and reaching in her carrysack to locate that very well used flask of hers. "If any, this is a night that leaves me needing a drink. Want some?" She's out of Benden, and has substituted her uncle Lian's famous Blow Yer Liver moonshine. Uncorking it, and taking a long swig of the potent brew, she manages to avoid a cough, although a redness comes to her cheeks. "I think disaster is putting it mildly, my friend, but if Ista can survive one, we can too. Although I don't envy you living around her, and I'll be keeping Niara's mouth shut after this..."

Kryz takes off his coat and places it on Lies's shoulders. "You look a bit flushed," he says. "Is it from the embarrassment or the cold?" he asks before adding, "and I want to get so incredibly sloshed right now so that I never remember any of this!"

Liesana's eyes twinkle. He obviously hasn't noticed the potency of Lian's brewing. Therefore she won't tell him. "Cold, embarrassment, tiredness... But you're worth it. Here, have a drink." The streak of mischief in her shows itself even now. But laughter would be very good, and watching Kryz's eyes pop out of his head would provide some.

Kryz takes the wine with a "thanks," then takes a /huge/ swig. He quickly lowers the bottle and lets out a "WOOOOOAAAAHHHH!!!! That's /hard/ liquor!" holding back a choke from the burning in his throat.

Liesana giggles. Then chuckles. And then laughs until her sides ache, and she holds herself with arms wrapped around her legs, knees against her chest. "Ohhh... I'm so sorry... thought you knew I'd run out of Benden. That's my uncle's moonshine in there. Famous for miles around." Lian may have no use for Harpers, but at least he's generous with his booze.

Kryz laughs as well and says, "Well you could have warned me!" He then prepares himself and takes another drink...and then another. Yes, he's not himself tonight and it is showing a bit.

Liesana pulls the flask away with a grin. "Hey! Leave some for me!" she scolds playfully, indulging in a few more measured sips. She can handle the stuff better, but she, too, is planning on getting drunk. She ain't going back home 'til morning, and the hangover will come when it comes. A big gulp sets her to coughing at last, and she returns the flask between spasms. "That stuff'll knock a runnerbeast from here to Benden." she proclaims. "Good, huh?"

Kryz chuckles slightly. "What? Can't take your own drink?" he teases before taking another long swing and laughing again. "I can hanndle it just fine!" he says in a rather loud voice with another laugh. Though this Harper drinks from time to time, he rarely gets flat out plastered. He leans to the side and slides so his back is leaning on Liesana as he waves the bottle around for her to catch.

Liesana makes a couple of passes at the flask before actually connecting with it. She then drains about a quarter of the remaining contents. "It'sh... *hic* not supposed to be drunken all at one, don't cha know?" Hiccup. "Just... little sips f'r epx... epx... exposure to cold." Lies has drunk half of a large flask of moonshine. Don't expect any better from her.

Kryz grabs the flask back and mutters, "I think you had enough." His wobbly hand goes to put the bottle to his mouth as the wine spills over onto him. "Oh, shards! I made a mess," he says before breaking out into uncontrollable laughter. The bottle is somehow place in a sitting up position on the floor as he rubs at the damp spot laughing harder.

Liesana snickers merrily as well. Everything's just so /~funny~/!! "I've had enough... look who's talking!!" Another thought occurs to her. "Well, I can tell Anjula that we talked things over an' got drunk, 'an I don' remember what happened after that." More laughter. "You think that'll be good enough to get her off our case?"

Kryz laughs even harder. "NO!! She'll make stuff up then!" he yells laughing even harder. "My stomach...hurts from laughing," he says but still doesn't stop. He struggles to sit, and on about the 4th try gets back into a normal sitting position beside Lies as he wraps his arms around his stomach still chuckling.

Liesana chuckles, and reaches about to try and grab at the flask. But which one? Missing them all completely, she gives a philosophical sort of shrug, and flops back on the couch, giggling again. "You know... you're cute when you're smashed." she comments seriously. And then collapses into another gale of laughter.

Kryz tries to get a hold of his laughter, which just makes it worse. "So...so are you!" he says wiping the tears that are forming in his eyes now. "And we can tell Anjula that if you want. I'm cute when I'm drunk and so is Lies!"

Liesana snorts loudly, and manages to snag the flask, drinking the last remaining sip in in with a triumphant look. Then she's back to laughing. "Yeah... that'll go over great with her... 'M s'poosed to protect you from all the women up here, after all." Cackle. "I'll get you drunk, so they can't beat me to it!" After several painstaking tries, she manages to replace the flask in her carrysack.

Kryz reaches over placing his hand on top of Lies' and the wine bottle before helping to guide it.... onto the floor. "Oooopppss...," he says and the laughing starts all over. "I'll clean it up!" he says kicking at the mess he made with his boot and snickering madly.

Liesana grins, and leans down too. Then stops. "Okay." she agrees, before launching into more laughter, her face about four inches from Kryz's. "I guess I got to get to the Guest rooms somehow... so yeah, I'll see you tomorrow I guess. Yeah." And then with the utter disconnection of the drunk, she leans forward and plants a kiss on Kryz's lips before stumbling out the door. "G'niiiight!!" A very, very good thing that she won't be remembering it! Although the denizens of the Weyr might remember the sight of a plastered Harper shuffling through the Living Caverns...

Kryz stops laughing and reaches up to touch his lips. He may be plastered but he still knows /some/ things and he knew that was very unexpected. He watches her stumble out before laying down on the couch and staring at the ceiling a long while before passing out on the couch. Oh, the joy of alcohol.

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