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Harper's Tale - Monday, March 11, 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 thirty-four firelizards.
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, Lhana's Legolas Lovin' Lounge, Candidate Songbook, Azia's Altar to Aragorn, and Moe's Manger of Mithril here.
You notice Oliana, Squaln, Valaquen, Kirana, Azia, Fyria, Sage, and Tevya asleep here.
Mosiah and Mimi are here.
Obvious exits:
Caverns
Inside Miralwyn's Corner 'O' Mordor, Miralwyn stands up from Miralwyn's Corner 'O' Mordor.

Mimi (#22497)
Dark walnut hair shaped into smooth bouncy curls brush the top of Mimi's shoulders. Eyebrows arch over almond shaped eyes, a gleaming chestnut prominently ringed with black. Flecks of copper scatter the iris, a smoky black pupil in the center. Hardly protuding beneath the eyes framed with long ebony lashes is a button nose. Structure is slim, but not skinny, and small, but not the smallest. Supporting her limber body, are little, pixie-like feet, small and graceful.
Mimi is bundled up in a fur-lined wher-hide jacket in the most beautiful shade of forest green - to complement the streaks of blinding emerald in her hair of course. Wrapped about her legs is a pair of skin-tight black leather trousers. A pair of lined black boots cover her feet. Cold? I think so.
Mimi is 17 Turns, 7 months, and 26 days old.

You look more closely at 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 strolls in, automatically moving to avoid an It who is no longer present in the room. Her lips twitch mildly, and she remarks that "I'm rather starting to miss the dratted beast," to no-one in particular.

Mimi blinks at Miralwyn as she ties a couple pieces of ribbon onto a small stack of hides. "Hm?" A glance around - no frightening drooling llama. "We could always go see if T'am plans to bring him down any time soon..."

Mosiah has disconnected.
Mosiah's attention wavers as he... *Snork* Well, he is asleep again.

Miralwyn nods, slightly, and settles on Mimi's cot, if not exactly companionably, then at least a little more then serenely indifferent. It's a start. "We might do that. Although doing so would no doubt clear any last doubts from his mind as to just who left It there in the first place.

Mimi shrugs ever so slightly and glances to the prominently displayed plushie toy. "True...We could just casually mention that our llama has gone missing and our floor needs a nice new drool shine?" A quiet chuckle escapes her as she carefully plucks at the ribbon with her fingernails to curl it.

"Casual," avers Miralwyn. "Is almost always the way to go. Even if I still say redwort would work better than llama drool." she stands from the cot, and twiddles with her hair a moment. "So... shall we track down T'am, then?"

Mimi nods slowly ass he tosses her little book into her trunk. "Yeeess....Let's." A smug smile flashes across her face before she replaces it with a feigned, slightly worried, slightly sad look. She misses her llama..."Start in the caverns? Remember...We miss our llama. We want him back and we don't know where he got off to." Like a big play!

A slow smile creeps across Wyn's face, and she nods once, before pondering a moment, and returning her own face to it's expressionless mask, adding just a touch of exasperation to her stance for artistic effect. "Honestly," she drawls dryly. "You'd think the daft beast would know better than to wander off." And she trails after Mimi, heading cavernwards.

Mimi slips back out to the caverns.

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-three firelizards.
You see OOC NOTICE (look sign), White Clay Egg Pot, Thief, Bandit, and Taesha here.
T'am, Siannen, and Mimi are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl     Kitchens     Inner Caverns     Crafting Area

Legolas comes down from the workrooms above.
Legolas exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

No, but ridiculously easy to look utterly cute and near-inconsolable. "Yeah, It listens to me...not so bad, once you get used to it..." She chuckles at the 'hair' comment, reaching up to smoothe the 'bronzer's curly locks. "Don't fret about It, dear...you just leave the llama to me." Arriving candidates are eyed balefully, the miniature redhead shifting closer to T'am.

Bandit exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Mimi wanders into the caverns with Miralwyn, sighing heavily and shaking her head. "Where /could/ he have gotten off to?" she asks with a glance back at Miralwyn. Hm? Llama? Have they gotten word of their llama? Maybe they should put a picture of him on a milk carton... It - Missing. Puce with words and lots of drool..

Miralwyn looks rather more mildly exasperated than worried. "I recall telling various people..." she drawls. "That we should have made a pen for the dratted beast. However, I doubt the thing will get far." A glance over at the gathered 'Reachians. "I beg your pardon, but have either of you seen a llama?"

T'am, who was beginning to relax under the comforting ministrations of Siannen, half-consciously squishes himself as close to the redhead as is comfortably possible- for moral support -as a candiate infestation sullies the cavern. "Hah!" A sound somewhere between an exclamation and an accusation escapes his lips. Reddened eyes go wide and one finger snaps up to point accusingly at Mimi and Miralwyn. "As if you didn't know!" Whuh-oh, psycho-bronzerider on the loose. "Just...just...look at my shirt!" All attempts to remain calm and collected slip out of sight as the sound emerging from T'am becomes a near-wail.

Siannen whoahs and moves to shush the bronzer, petting gently as he shrinks closer to her. And then glaring slightly at the candidates. "Hush, T'am..the shirt's not so bad..shhh.." And then Mimi and Miralwyn are addressed, "Your runaway candidate-pet seems to have been deposited in T'am's weyr," and left to traumatize the poor darling, to boot. "And I intend to remove It..." She does spare them a faint smile, though, "And please...leave It in the barracks. That's where It belongs, and 'e's quite happy in there." Trust her, she should know.

Mimi puts on big wide innocent eyes, mostly to prevent a laugh. "You've seen him?" Obviously from the look of T'am....Their plan worked. Oh, wait. Plan? What plan? A very small smile flickers onto her face and back off as she continues to look hopefully at T'am and Siannen,"Did he wander off? Sikkyen's been working on a pen for It." Mostly so they can have some of their own non-drooly clothing. "In T'am's weyr? Now /how/ could he have gotten up there?" Hm...I wonder.

Miralwyn doesn't bother with innocent eyes, merely retreating furthur into her usual dryly impenatrable facade. She inspects the shirt in question with an air of diagnosing some interesting ailment. "Hmm. The damage does appear to be llama-induced. But the problem of depositing the beast in the weyr remains. Candidates." she notes. "Do not have dragons."

T'am has calmed quite nicely under Siannen's gentle hands. He really does handle as easily as a child... Instead of further shouting the candidates recieve a wrathful glare and the softer words, "Well It didn't climb up." That point about them not having dragons causes some confusion, though. "But... all my things are moved around!" Definately smells of candidate prank. "I can't even find clean clothes." Which is why he's left to wear the drool-stained shirt, things are not draped over bed and chairs like they are supposed to be...Faranth forbid T'am check his usually empty clothes-chest.

Siannen continues to soothe the bronzer, carefully contemplating the candidates. "Candidates don't always work alone, hon..." She knows that one for a -fact-. "And...I cna help you find your things, if you'd like?" He's seen her room, after all...

It's not Mimi's fault that T'am can't understand the concept of cleanliness...If Mimi wouldn't risk giving them away, she would turn around and commend Mir for her quick thinking...But things like that don't seem to be unusal for Miralwyn. "We don't?" A glance back at Miralwyn and she cocks her head,"Y'mean there're people that'll help us prank?" A wink that the non-candis can't see and she turns around again. "Poor It," she says. Not Poor T'am. Or poor Farleth. Poor It.

A group of random brats arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
A group of random brats cause chaos on their path. Boo! Screeching and squeals can be heard from the fray as they disappear into the depths of doooooom.
A group of random brats steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.

Miralwyn blinks slightly at Siannen. "I fail to see." she notes. "Why blame automatically falls on the candidates. It could just as easily be some fellow riders deciding to leave you a present after spotting our poor beast making his escape. Or weyrbrats, having put one of their parents up to transport," she continues to theorize. Verbal dodging comes easily to Mindhealer trainees, after all. "In any case," she decrees. "I don't /know/ any riders around here, really. Much less know which ones would assist us in pranks. Do you, Mimi?"

Mimi has disconnected.
Mimi falls asleep.
Mimi has connected.
Mimi wakes up.

T'am retreats into baleful glaring at the two candidates, certain that at least Mimi was involved, but unable to prove it. Grump. "I just want It /gone/." A tiny whine, there. As of yet he hasn't noticed anything missing from his weyr, at least nothing that he doesn't figure has simply been moved around. Siannen is leaned against. Despite her small size, she seems the largest presence in the room...keeping the candiates at bay, perhaps.

Lis ambles aimlessly in from the Central Bowl.

Lis knocks snow off of her boots as she walks in, leaving a rapidly-melting pile near the side of the door along with all the others who've tromped across the bowl. Not satisfied with that, the greenrider bends over to polishes her boot with her rear in the air - and recieves there, for her vanity, a pinch in response to which she indignantly squeaks.

Siannen snuggles the still-vaguely-traumatized 'rider, making sure to continue to glare a tthe candidates. Glareglareglare. "It is assumed that it was the candidates' doing because It is the candidates' pet, that's why." T'am is petted, then peered down at. "If Farleth is willing to help me get him down, I can get It out of your weyr, hon..." Lis' entrance is noted, the redhead snickering as the greenrider's rear is pinched. "Mornin', Lis..."

S'tud, rider of Muffinth, leers at Lis' behind.

Amazing he wasn't the one pinching it.

Mimi blinks innocently at Siannen and T'am as she responds to Miral,"No, the only riders I know are down in Ista...Save for Zai, 'cause she Searched me." Lis earns a small smirk and a nod before she turns back to Siannen and T'am. "I really hope It isn't traumatized by this whole experience..." No doubt T'am probably already is.

T'am steps away for a moment to scrawl out a message to someone.
T'am returns, sending a firelizard off to deliver the message.

Lis mutters ill-will to the butt-pincher who's gotten away to terrorize tender young behinds all over the weyr. "Morning," she growls back at Siannen, sunny disposition spoiled by the Incident. "What's all this about It?" she asks nosily over her shoulder, otherwise occupied with making breakfast.

Oooh, buzzwords like 'traumatized' are sure to catch Miralwyn's attention, and she offers a grave headshake to Mimi. "I can only imagine the mental scars the experiance has left on the dratted beast... We may have to try therapy." She turns a rather disgustingly helpful look upon T'am. "On that note, bronzerider, I have to say that your own reaction to the llama seems rather severe. Would you have a phobia, by any chance?"

"It? /It/?! You're worried about that genderless freak of nature?!" T'am sits straight up, red-rimmed green eyes snapping. "I should think it's enjoying eating my blankets and leaving drool-tracks down my clothes. And I am /not/ afraid of that...creature!" No, he just has nightmares about it. That outburst over, the bronzerider subsides back to the snuggling of Siannen, muttering an almost-polite "'morning" to Lis.

Siannen manages to mostly internalize an 'awww' at T'am's reaction, instead just reaching to wrap both arms around the bronzer's form. Awww. "Hush, T'am...we'll get It out and back to the barracks as soon as possible...don't you worry." Although in theory, he could always have had Farleth eat It...or something. "It'll be alright, dear...I promise."

Vtol flies in from the Central Bowl.

Ellianna arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

"It's just a name. I doubt It's really genderless," Lis comments sardonically; although she doesn't exactly mention which gender It is. No one ever thought to check...

Did someone forget to mention the fact that It /fainted/ last time a dragon came to close? How do you think they got it up there. Mimi gives a solemn nod to Miralwyn,"Yes...I suppose human therapy could work on llamas, right?" A blink at T'am and back to Miralwyn,"Is there some way to cure phobias like this?"

Ellianna walks in followed by 4 kidlets. She sits down in a chair and watches them as she sips some klah. "No hitting!" She waves over to the others in the room.

Miralwyn nods. "I doubt that the Dratted Beast" Her own personal name for It, it appears. "Has enough intelligence to get the full value of therapy, but the common treatment for phobias is gradual exposure." She smiles over at T'am, slipping a little into Helpful Healer mode. "Perhaps you'd like to try it? Phobias are nothing to be ashmed of."

Jacima arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Jacima enters the room and waves

T'am directs the full force of his tired-glare on Miralwyn. "Perhaps I should dispose of that beast now." A nod towards Lis and he adds, "I, for one, am not going to check under that hideous pink fluff and see what It is." It can remain genderless in his mind. Rising slowly, he turns hopeful gaze on Siannen. "Will you help me?" Pitiful little bronzerider...he needs a drink.

Lis wrinkles her nose in disgust: "They dyed It /pink/?" Now that's just cruel. Jacima recieves a salute from her lifted mug, arms and legs slung comfortably over the chair she occupies.

Jacima gives Lis a little bow...

Siannen rises as well, staring at T'am in horror. "They...dyed...It.../pink/?" Oh, the horror. The 'bronzer is patted again as she starts to move towards the inner caverns, "Of course I'll help, dear...just need to get a few things out of my room first. Care to come too?"

Oorla comes out of the kitchens, the smell of fresh baking following just behind.

Ellianna looks over and it dawns on her what they are talking about. She speaks up. "Pink is a much nicer color than the puce it was when I saw it in the caverns a few days ago." She shudders remembering what It had looked like. "At least it was given a bath." If it hadn't been bathed then it couldn't have been dyed right? "No cookies until after lunch!" She calls out to the kids as they sneak over to the food tables.

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

Jacima looks over to Ellianna... "Hello Ellianna..."

Mimi sighs quietly, grabbing a mug of juice and sitting down, hiding a smile as she sips form the mug. Mischevious candidate directs a small wave as she watches Siannen and T'am. "Don't hurt It!" she recommends to them,"Auri wouldn't like it if you did." All must please Auri? Nah. But we wouldn't want poor little It to be hurt.

Azia arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Miralwyn wouldn't want It hurt either. Somehow, she's oddly managed to include the llama under the confines of her Healer's Oaths "Indeed. It isn't deserving of ill-treatment, regardless of where the dratted beast has ended up."

T'am shudders once more and mumbles something about "..partially pink.." before nodding gratefully at Sian. Mimi and Miralwyn get a final dirty look because he is /sure/ they were involved and of course he won't /hurt/ It. Despite the lingering ill feelings from that time of candidacy, It was always there for a drooly hug when young Tamber was feeling homesick.

Azia strides in, a piece of blue cloth clenched in one hand, a length of yarn in the other. Her face is set in a mask of concentration, though the subject of her thoughts isn't apparant. It has something to do with cloth, surely, and there's a strange humming sound in the air.. A catchy beat, yes, but what could it be?

Siannen just shakes her head, slowly tugging T'am out of the caverns. "Don't you worry about a thing, dear..." And to the candidates, "'Course we won't hurt It...It can't help being a llama..." Besides. Aurs is one of her best friends, after all.

Siannen steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.
T'am steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.

Lis simply munches on her breakfast - currently sitting in her lap - without further addition to the conversation. Looks like she's feeling rather ill, though.

Jacima turns to Ellianna and says "What is that all about? I just got here when they were talking about something being pink..."

Mimi bursts into laughter as T'am leaves, sipping from her juice contentedly. "That was /wonderful/," a wave goes to Azi,"Hey there...Azia, right?" She'd heard her name around somewhere..."Whatcha singin'? You're not to bad...I bet ya' could make something out of that, you know." After a moment of nodded approval she adds,"I'm a Harper,"as if that explains everything/

Bully glides in from the Central Bowl.

Ellianna waves back to Jacima. "Hey! how are you?" She looks back over to the group of people. "Why would anyone hurt It? It didn't seem ill tempered when I met it." Ill-mannered yes but not ill-tempered. Looking over to Azia she asks "Do you need any help?" She eyes the fabric before turning at a sudden clattering of a fallen cookie dish. "I told you to stay out of the cookies Jonar!" She sighs as she gets up to pick up the cookies now rolling across the floor. She absently answers Jacima "I think someone dyed It pink." No other explanation is given as if anyone would know what It is.

Taesha exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Lis is still silent, munching in something just short of a foul mood. The large ammount of kids seems to intensify her irritability, and the greenrider shivers in palpable dislike. Brats.

Azia blinks stoically at Mimi. "Yes, Azia. Well met - Mimi, I think?" The question of her song goes unanswered as the Herder retrieves a glass of juice, toting it over to a chair and perching neatly on the edge. The scrap of fabric finds a place on the table, leaving Azia's arms free to wrap around herself in a half-hearted attempt to ward out the constant chill.

Miralwyn twinkles back at Mimi, after collecting a small plate of goodies to complement her mug of klah. "That was indeed worthy of that term. You certainly displayed a fair amount of a Harper's skill at theatre. A nod for Azia. "Another one of the dragon chew toys?" she inquires of her. Candidate, apparently.

Jacima looks confused with the reference to IT... "Well..."Jacima said to Ellianna "I hope whatever is they painted pink can come off... Pink is not my favortite color... " She clasp her hands together and rub one to another trying to keep them warm... "Is cold... I haven't gotten used to the weather up here..." she said to Ellianna...

Mimi beams at Miralwyn,"Thanks! Performance is...was...my specialty." One of the dangling braids in her hair is habitually flipped back, causing the rest of the beads to clack together. "I really hope they don't make It faint again to get him down...." They really didn't /mean/ to when they brought him up.

Azia flashes Miralwyn a shadowy smile, nodding. "Yes, happily. You, too? I recall seeing you in the Barracks, though I have no memory for faces.." She trails off, taking advantage of the brief pause to take a sip of juice. "I think I've seen both of you about Ista Hold, haven't I?" 'It' goes unquestioned - Azia's heard all about it from fellow Candidates.

"We like to think of you more as sacrifices," Lis quips merrily as Miralwyn's conversation drifts over to her gossip-pricked ears. "The pranks have started already, have they?

Jacima heard Mimi refer to her singing... She had a pretty voice... and shakes her head... "Now I get the impression of what It is... it must be a llama...poor thing..." and she chuckles...

Miralwyn shrugs. "In my personal opinion, the Dratted Beast will be more inclined to leave the weyr then it was to visit it." she notes to Mimi, and gives a slight nod to Azia. "Indeed. Miralwyn, from Healer." she identifies, before turning a look of innocent inquiry on Lis. "Pranks...?" she drawls. "Perhaps they have. Perhaps not. You'll soon hear the results, if they have, however." Hedging? Just a tad.

Talomir arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Ellianna laughs at Jacima "I like the color pink. I always have. As I said earlier it is much better than the color that poor llama used to be." She finishes picking up the cookies with the kids help and sends one off to the kitchens with them "Go and get some fresh cookies. We don't want anyone to eat the ones that you dropped." She sits Jonar in a seat near her as the other children settle down to play quietly on the floor.

The rumble of a throat being cleared floats through the caverns. Standing - or more, posing - at the entrance is the infamous S'u, looking his cocky self and clad in riding leathers. His path to the serving trays leads him by none other than Lis, and he flashes the grumpy greenie a pearly smile. "Hey, baby."

Mimi chuckles quietly towards Lis,"You never know..." Miral's wording sounded better, didn't it? Nod goes to Azia,"Yeah. I was at the Harper Hall..." In nice /warm/ Ista. Warm. "And why do you always call It a Dratted Beast...He's not /that/ Dratted..." Dratted. Can you really describe something as /dratted/?

Sildon arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Sildon heads north into the redolent depths of the kitchens.

"And if you get caught, you'll soon feel the results - as in, cold hard ground under your kicked-out-of-the-weyr butt," Lis warns Miralwyn ominously, waiting just a beat before sighing in annoyance at S'u. "Really, I didn't think /male/ dragons went proddy."

Bully suddenly disappears ::between::!

Jacima looks over when she heard someones greeting Lis... She doesn't recognize him... of course she is new here...

Miralwyn simply arches an eyebrow at Lis, looking entirely innocuous. Or at least expressionless. And trying to prove a negative is a logical impossibility, after all. "I'll bear that in mind. And don't be so sure. You ought to meet my father's brown. Or." A furrowed brow as she tallies the number of half-siblings she currently posesses. "Perhaps not." Mimi next recieves the bland look. "Dratted Beast is less confusing than referring to the llama in question by a pronoun."

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

Miria flounces, spring in her step, in from the Central Bowl.

Azia winces at Lis' vindictive words, dropping her gaze to her dwindling supply of juice. Ouch. S'u is very blatantly ignored, as Azia doesn't hold with 'that sort of thing'. "It's freezing here. I miss Ista.. And all my pets, too. I hope they're being fed.." Her gaze drifts off for a moment before returning. "At least firelizards can jump from here to Ista. I'm not sure my fair is dealing well with the cold. And I think It is a beautiful name."

Ellianna stands up from her empty klah mug. "Ok kids, time to go outside!" She calls as she rounds them up and makes sure they all have coats and gloves. "It was nice to see you again Jacima." She smiles and waves to everyone else as she heads out with the kids in tow.

Jacima comes down from the workrooms above.

Ellianna exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Talomir exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

S'u looks slightly wounded, dragging a chair over to sit beside Lis. "Aww, dollface, somethin' wrong?" he drawls sweetly, eyes checking the cavern over for a particular Bluerider. "Y'look lonely. Anything I can do for ya?"

"Woah. Flood of kidlets coming through," eeks the Miria as she slinks her way into the caverns with one of her two souvenir Istan klah mugs (bought from Ndi!) lapping a few drops of klah over the edge. "Hmf, things get underfoot." She finds her way around the young ones and, with a cursory glance, spots the klah table and instantly heads over. As is her klah-a-holic instinct, of course. ^^

Only slightly wounded? Lis' razor tongue must be dull. "You can leave," the greenrider suggest brightly, favoring S'u with an edged smile. The greenrider slumps in her seat, eyes lidding over a gaze sunken in its socket with faint sleepless rings.

Jacima stands up from her chair... "Got to go now Elliana... I will see you later..." and she walked out of the cavern...
Jacima goes home.

S'u looks very wounded, then. Tears almost well up in those sexy eyes. Tears, see?! Liz cuts him deep. Cut him real deep just now. But he's too stupid to take her too seriously. "Leave? Now why would you want me t'do that, gorgeous? A beautiful lady, sittin' here all by herself. A man'd be a fool to walk away!"

Miralwyn taps her fingers together, and quirks the corner of her mouth. "Beauty appears to be in the ears, as well as in the eye of the beholder." is her comment on the subject of llama monickers. "But I am sure your animals are being decently tended to. After all, people seems to be more sympathetic to the four-footed set then they are to each other, many a time."

Lis keeps her lashes demurely gracing the dark circles under her eyes, telling S'u, "A man would be a fool /not/ to. I've got a hungry ferret and a jealous weyrmate, and neither of them would like you very much." As if, somehow, by slumping down in her seat, S'u would go away, Lis attempts to make him go away very much. "And they wonder why they're crazy to ride green," comes the mutter.

Azia peers over at Lis, somewhat interested in her opinion on colors. Her mouth opens and a half-formed sentence begins to emerge, but she's wise - wiser than S'u - and closes her mouth. Perhaps another day. "Llamas are one of the most perfect animals ever" she announces instead. "They're sweet, they have a lot of uses, and they make friendly pets. I should like to have one for myself one day, just to satisfy my own curiosities."

Mimi has disconnected.
Mimi falls asleep.

Miria has disconnected.
Miria retreats back into her lair... muahahaha...

"Then call me a fool, and verify the old saying.. How does it go? 'Only fools fall in love..'" S'u announces dramatically, sweeping a seated bow. It's very graceful - Like S'u would ever do anything otherwise.

Miralwyn just wrinkles her nose slightly. "I admit that the Dratted Beast /is/ growing on me," she allows reluctantly to the Herder Candie. "But animals in the general sense do not appeal to me in the least. They /bite/." A headshake. "I'll stil to Healing, I believe."

Azia blinks her disbelief at Miralwyn. "They only bite if you deserve it!" she retorts quickly. "I couldn't live without animals. I've left a handful of canines and felines back in Ista, and my mare.. I miss them terribly." Her lower lip quivers in obstinate homesickness and she burrows further into the depths of her cloak, absorbing the warmth within. "I've never been bitten before. Not once.. Been thrown a few times, but that's just because Trooper is.. opinionated." Read: A pain in the backside to deal with. Proddy Mare.

Derk walks in from the Central Bowl.

Miralwyn shakes her head. "I doubt that. I recall retrieving my half-brother's feline from my father's brown's couch before Bneth could see what he tasted like. Saved the ruddy beast's life, and ended up having to get my hand dressed in the infirmary. And you're saying I deserved /that/." An arched eyebrow, and a slight wave for the entering Derk.

Lis has connected.
Lis yawns demurely as her mudpool eyes start taking in life again.

Aw. It would be very overwhelming for Lis, had she not closed her eyes. "Only fools fall in love with women already comitted. I'm sorry, S'u." At least she's corteous about durning down these fools and madmen that come after her in force.

Derk strides to the klah and gets himself a cup. "Ahh Nice and warm after the freezing snow." He chuckles and waves to all present. "How is it going ladies?" He sits down and props his feet in the chair next to him. He nods to S'u as he notices him speaking to Lis.

"Commitment-shmitment.." S'u dismisses with a wave of his hand. "Wouldn't your Weyrmate want you to be happy? And here you are, sitting all alone, by yourself, without a soul to keep you warm and happy. A cryin' shame, I says. A sharding, crying shame."

Ugh. More men: just what Lis needs to depress her more. Lethargically, the greenrider slumps forward onto the table, resting her chin on her folded hands. "I'm alone by /choice/. It's not like I need constant male companionship to keep me happy." Especially not the kind S'u's probably offering.

Azia rolls her shoulders slightly. "Perhaps you were too rough? I'm sure you didn't deserve it - You seem like a very nice person. But who among us can read the minds of animals?" She drains her glass of juice with a soft sigh. "I don't mean to argue, really. It's just that.. Animals are a big part of my life, and the majority that I've met would sooner die than harm us." A soft, almost-there smile is given to soothe over what Azia would dub as a bad situation.

Fyria snugs Miralwyn! Miralwyn is snugged. A faint smile comes to her lips, and she returns the snug with a whisper and a wink.

S'u rises with a resigned sigh, reaching out to pat Lis' shoulder if she should let him. "Well, if y' change your mind - Which you just might - You know where to find me. See ya round, babydoll." With this cheesy piece of sentiment, the bronzer turns on his heel and hipwaggles out. In a very self-assured manner.

Hanabi walks in from the Central Bowl.

Derk smiles hearing Azia's take on animals. "You look familiar have we met?" No it isn't a pick up line Derk is well and truly involved already. "I've met a few runners who would take a nice chunk out of people they didn't know." Is his contribution to the conversation.

Miralwyn is hardly offended, and offers a slight smile of her own. "Well, perhaps you could introduce me to some frendlier specimens then." is her conversational contribution, directed to both animal-types.

Lis seems to uncoil as S'u disappears, a sigh of relief breathed through her lips. "Finally." Scooting her chair closer to the animal discussion, the greenrider adds her two bits: "Dragons are almost the perfect animals. Don't smell, don't leave droppings everywhere, only need to be fed every couple of days, and can take you around Pern in an hour. But everyone forgets that they get inside your mind and are generally annoying and impossible to keep out."

Azia beams and looks thrilled at this proposal, making a mental note to keep Troop far from the Healer. "Of course! When I return to Ista, you can come visit. The flock'd love to meet you." A slight, settled nod is given - Obviously, the Herder is pleased. Her head shakes in Derk's direction. "No, I don't believe we have. I'm Azia, Herder Apprentice and Candidate." Lis is flashed a broader beam of welcome and draws a slight chuckle fromt he quiet girl. "A Dragon is one of the few 'pets' that I doubt will be added to my list.. Though they can't be deemed as pets, really.. Far too independant. Am I right?"

Firelizards, on the other hand, are much more inconvenient. "Stan!!" Hanabi yelps as said blue firelizard makes a nest out of his hair. Medic.

Derk smiles at Lis. "I know the perfect dragon then. He likes me well enough to give me rides when I really need them and he isn't /my/ dragon. Perfect." He grins as he takes a sip of his klah. He didn't mention the constant bribe attempts trying to get him to dye his hair blue. Nothing is as perfect as it sounds. "Pleased to meet you Azia. I'm Derk weyrmate to Chelle and Rhajath.

The closest thing to a medic in the immediate area would be Miralwyn, who has three firelizards of her own zipping about and annoying her, so Hanabi isn't likely to get much treatment or sympathy from her. She nods to Derk. "Well met, Derk. I'm Miralwyn, formerly of Healer, and likely to be again, once this current fuss is over." Optimistic little thing, isn't she?

Lis snorks in amusement at Derk at his description of the perfect lifemate. "That's not a dragon - that's a weyrmate. And dragons... they're almost like a relative. Know you from inside out, and you can't get away." Not that you'd want to. Introductions are being swapped, so she throws out: "Lis, green Alymath's rider."

Hanabi sighs in resignation, and leaves the flit in his hair. He must look like Duck Man or something. "The strongest thing you have, please?" Hanabi wibbles to the bartender, or the closest thing they have around here in this rock of a weyr. He peers over at the conversation group. "Oh, Chelle has a weyrmate now..." No duh, that's what they just said.. but at least it's a conversation opener.

Azia lets the conversation continue around her, idly piping in answers when they are required. "Well met, Lis, Derk. I trust Alymath and Chelle's Rhajath are well?" A finger runs silently around the rim of her glass, a sign of slightly anxiety at the growing crowd. The effects can be seen as her voice drops to a near whisper and she retreats into the warmth of her cloak. Mm. Toasty.

Fyria arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Derk smiles at the introductions. "Well from your description Living with someone elses dragon is better than Impressing one of your own. I suppose that means I have the best of both worlds?" He chuckles Rhajath was fine last I saw him." Which was this morning. Though if a dragon isn't fine the whole weyr would probably know. He eyes Hanabi a bit before turning back to his klah.

Hanabi shifts the flying creature on his head to a more comfortable position, so that it doesn't tug on his hair as much. He turns to Dark sympathetically."You must get sick of all that blue in her weyr-ow!" Stan baps him with an azure wingsail. So much for that line of thought.

Soujourner gives a happy whistle as she slips out of [[between]], pleased to be safe once more.

Miralwyn stands, and gives a nod to the present company. "Well, I believe I have some mending calling to me." she notes. "I'll catch the lot of you later, I suppose." And, taking her cookies with her, the HealerCandie moves away, her boot heels ringing a satisfying series of clicks against the stone floor.