! F R E E D O M ! Brief, but freedom none the less...

Asarith's Couch
Upon a cold slab of stone, mounds of furs are piled for comfort and warmth. Here is where C'zar collapses in exhaustion after the daunting task of caring for his young lifemate. Feeding, oiling - which Asarith /must/ have done often, he's very adamant about this...scritching, bathing..all these they weyrling does with joy. Asarith's comfort and happiness of utmost importance to him.  A clothes press is the only other thing seen, usually Nepthys, Typhon and Poseidon take residence there. There are pillars between each couch separating them from the barracks. Privacy though? Naww, no privacy yet.
You see Nepthys, Typhon, and Poseidon here.
Obvious exits:
Barracks
Asarith has arrived.
Talina wanders into the couch, peering here and there. "Hey Caz..erm..C'zar.." she manages.
C'zar lifts a hand from where he's nestled against Asarith, "Talina?", he blinks his eyes open wider. "Hi".
Talina tries not to smile at the pair, "Just wondered if you two were ever going to get up."
Asarith slurps away tickling Caz's palm, eyes whirling a soft blue. With a chuckle the weyrling struggles to sit up, "Umm, well..sorry, was tired." He grins.
Talina nods over her shoulder, towards the door, "Well if the two of you are awake enough, I'm taking a few of you out into the training area.." The grin turns slightly evil, "After the dragonets are comfortable, you can come back in to shovel out your couch.."
With a little chuckle Talina heads towards the other couches.
C'zar blinks, he's on his feet in a flash, "outside? Really?”
Talina trundles out.
You trundle out.
Weyrling Barracks

Spartan is the word to describe the weyrling barracks, which are meticuously kept clean by its inhabitants.  This immense cavern holds the future of the weyr, bright from the numerous glows hanging off the stone columns.  Cold stone couches lined with furs, chipped out of the bedrock and smoothed by time and use, are there for the young dragons and their riders, lining the walls by the dozens.  In the back of the room are large tables, some carrying platters of fresh meat, serviced by the senior weyrlings.  Beside them are tall vats of oil with long handled brushes leaning up against them and rags piled neatly on a small stand alongside.  In the corner of the barracks is a closed door, leading into the WeyrlingMaster's Office.

You see Chava, Lanolinth, Apollo, Macavity, Trisath, Charon, Puffball, Fuzzball, Timoth, and Zyelth here.
Tam, Arial, and Talina are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl     WLM's Office     Couches
You emerge from a warm mound of furs.
Asarith emerges from a warm mound of furs.
Zyelth croons in greeting to Tam, his faceted eyes whirling slowly but turning slightly red from hunger.
C'zar is almost bouncing, "We get to go outside!". Asarith prances, or tries to with hilarious results. Not that he cares, he's very excited.
Timoth continues to poke his nose at the purple thingy. Not hungry enough to leave off staring at it quite yet, although getting there.
Talina grins as she sees Tam and Arial, along with their lifemates. "Ahh, you two up for a bit of excercise? Let the little ones gawk at the sky and such?" She nods towards the forbidden door, before glancing at Zyelth, "Though he sounds as if he's starving..Anyway once the dragonets get comfortable outside, Jiyuth and I'll watch 'em and the rest of you can shovel out your couches."
Arial looks up, rubbing sleep from her eyes.  "Outside?"  Hooray!
Zyelth grimaces, of course /she/ doesn't get to go outside... she gets to shovel dragon doo.  Ugh.
C'zar is edging towards the door, "Could we go now..right now?", dark eyes sparkling.
Tam sighs in relief. "Sky? We can go out and see sky?" Then she softens her expression, and looks over at the curious Timoth, "No dearest, I don't know what that is either, but aren't you curiuos about outside?"
Talina nods and heads towards the door, stopping right before it, "Now I don't need to warn you all on watching the little ones, ok? If they show any sign of tiring, back to their couches. And when you've finished shoveling out the couches, you'll get to oil your mates when they come back in." She grins, "Dust, ya know.."
C'zar stares at Asarith with a chuckle, "You'll see fella, justa minute!", wow, never one question at a time, always bombardment. Quickly he nods to Talina, "Yes Ma'am."
You exit the barracks for the bowl.
Weyrling Training Area

Close up, the rocky, crevice lined wall of the bowl is scarred and scorched from various flaming accidents by the weyrlings, making this section of the southern bowl quite markedly different from the rest of Bahrain Weyr.  A small firestone bin has been placed against the Weyr wall with several empty firestone sacks stacked against it, and an ash pit has been dug into the stone floor on the other side.  A set of flaming equipment has been left on the other side of the tall archway leading into the barracks, the cylinder carefully placed beneath the protective overhanging ledge.

A typical day in summer: the sun glares its hot, fiery gaze upon the ground; the wind is absent but for the occasional stirring of leaves; clouds puff into big balls of harmless water vapor.
You see Jiyuth, Gameth, Medrenth, and Tylenth here.
Obvious exits:
Southern Bowl     Feeding Grounds     Barracks
Asarith lumber-waddles out of the weyrling barracks.
Talina walks out of the weyrling barracks.
Timoth walks out of the weyrling barracks.
Tam walks with purpose out of the weyrling barracks.
Jiyuth does her best not to loom over the doorway, but she stretches her neck out with lowered head to welcome the dragonets.
Timoth bugles up at Jiyuth in greeting.
Zyelth walks out of the weyrling barracks.
Arial dances happily out of the weyrling barracks.
Jiyuth starts at Timoth's loud greeting, eyes whirling quicker, though tinged through with shades of blue and purple. A soft throaty greeting is returned to the brown.
Asarith lashes his tail about wildly getting such momentum he falls back on his haunches, jewelled eyes whirling with curiousity. He adds his bugle of greeting to Timoth's.
Zyelth blinks, amazed by how big the world is, his joy is trumpeted for all to hear, so what if it comes out as a strangled squeak?
C'zar sucks in the fresh air..wow, it's great to be outdoors.  "Asarith, /this/ is what is outside those doors. You been askin me nuff!".
Talina laughs at the noisy bunch, as she settles on a rock. "Well seems some people were getting a bit stir crazy.."
Timoth falls back, looking around him, wanting to see it all. He stretches his neck as far as it will go, scanning the entire bowl as much as he can see.
Tam inhales deeply and sighs in relief."Oh it's sooo good to be out here now!" She grins over at Talina. "Thanks for this respite."
Jiyuth carefully steps around the small bodies and stretches out on the bowl floor, head lowering to the ground. Eye-level ya know. Nostrils flare as she whuffles each tiny body passing by, cataloging the smells.
Asarith bounds playfully over to nudge Caz sending him tumbling, "Now take it easy you!", so much space!! The little one romps about, when he falls he quickly lumbers to his feet.
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> The scent of violets mingles with his husky baritone as Zyelth trumpets in joy and amazement, seeing the outside world.  <<Arial says it's much larger that this even!>>
Talina shrugs, "It's not a respite really. You'll get quit tired of being out here soon enough.." She nods towards the firestone pit and the dusty training area. "This is now your second home for the next turn and a half.."
Timoth gets up and kinda wadle-walks over to Jiyuth, peering into the ground level eyes with mild curiosity.
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> Uttering his thoughts in rich baritones mingled with musky scents of ancient incense, Asarith bugles in sweeteset tenor, wonder and awe of the world beyond the 'ling doors. <<Smells good out here!>>.
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> Like a set of smooth airy pipes with an echo of a giggle, you sense, Jiyuth rumbles happily, <<It /is/>> she agrees..tossing out quick images of btw locations, the hold..fort weyr..this that and the other. Quite confusing..
C'zar shakes his head and stares at Asarith with a laugh, "Air is sure easier t'breath out here fer sure.", Tone becomes slightly concerned, "Asarith, take it easy fella!".
Zyelth romps about the pen in joy, so free he is.  He wuffles Jiyuth back playfully and bounces back over to Arial.  "Of course you'll grow as big as Jiyuth, perhaps even bigger."
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> As heady spices scent the air, a tantiliazing odor of /something/ you can't quite pinpoint, Timoth continues to peer at Jiyuth as images confuse him. <<We gonna get that big?>>
Jiyuth blinks her outer lids carefully, while the tips of her wings twitch with constrained energy.
Asarith comes to a halt, limbs going every which way as he plops near Jiyuth, neck arching as he stares at her size.
Tam laughs as she watches the dragonets play in the training area. "Mind your manners, Timoth. Respect Jiyuth's space, dearest."
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> The scent of violets mingles with his husky baritone as Zyelth adds his confusion to the link.  <<Places blink in and out?>>  He settles down in one spot to see if the bowl blinks out as well.
C'zar yikes, hurrying over to Asarith, "Ya got so much energy, be careful!", he checks to be sure the dragonet isn't harmed. "You'll get big like that yeah Asarith."
Talina just leans up against her rock, soaking up the warmth. "She doesn't mind..she's afraid to inhale too deeply just now though.."
Timoth reluctantly pulls back, wings slightly akimbo and tangled as he sort of whumps onto his side. So he stares at her sideways for a moment.
Arial watches her dragon curiously.  "How did Zy get it into his head that places blink in and out?"
Tam turns to Talina, a curious expresion on her face. "Afraid to inhale?"
Talina watches C'zar and his mate carefully, finally hollering over, "It'll be /my/ hide if his is even scratched C'zar.."
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> Like a set of smooth airy pipes with an echo of a giggle, you sense, Jiyuth does her best to explain, <<No they stay solid..though /we/ can blink in and out..>> She tries to comfort the little ones, <<In time  you'll see all of the 'world'..>>
C'zar winces at Talina's words, gently stroking over Asarith's limbs and wings, "He's got so much energy", least for the moment he's still.
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> As heady spices scent the air, a tantiliazing odor of /something/ you can't quite pinpoint, Timoth sighs. <<So much to learn.>>
Arial rushes up to her dragon, concern clouding her voice.  "No Zy, don't try to blink out. Not yet, okay?  It takes training!"
Talina nods, "I know C'zar, but you'll be amazed at how small his reserve is for now. Don't let him tire too much, remember that you are his rider..." her tone carries the weight of the thought.
C'zar glances at the others and their dragons then nods to Talina with a gulp.
Zyelth turns to look at his rider, the query obvious in his eyes.  "Just play here okay.  We'll get to blinking later."
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> The scent of violets mingles with his husky baritone as Zyelth sighs, <<Arial says I'm not to try blinking in and out just yet.  Why?>>
Asarith droops his head in Caz's lap where he's stroked and rubbed lovingly, the weyrling heaves a sigh of relief, "That's good, ya just rest."
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> As heady spices scent the air, a tantiliazing odor of /something/ you can't quite pinpoint, Timoth thinks, <<<<Jiyuth's rider is wise. She knows>>>>
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> Uttering his thoughts in rich baritones mingled with musky scents of ancient incense, Asarith thinks, <<Lots of things we have to wait till we are grown I think.>>
Tam walks over to her dragonet and with a wry chuckle, untangles his wings and right him again. "Yes, Timoth, I know she is." She turns to look at Talina. "Apparently Timoth agrees with you, Talina."
Arial snuggles with Zy, his large head perched on top of hers.  "In time, Zyleth we can explore the world.  Be happy with what's about you here... see there goes a trundlebug."
Talina rolls her eyes at the question aimed at her from her mate, "No blinking till you can blink from the sky and you can't blink from the sky if you don't grow into your /wings/." The sentence is clipped short, showing there is no debating anything in it.
Timoth shows his affection by tumbling into Tam, licking her face with utter abandon. She responds with laughter as she hugs the brown dragonet round his slender neck.
Zyelth's head darts around to see the trundlebug and Arail gets knocked over.  Sprawled on the dirt she looks up at her lovely baby and laughs.  "I don't think they're /that/ interesting, Zy!"
C'zar glances from the grown dragons to the dragonets, "They have alot t'grow." He chuckles at the others are tumbled, has happened to him enough lately. "Sorta overwhelming aint it?". Caz is lost again in the whirling eyes of his lifemate, alot of responsibility.
Tam nods as she hears Caz's statement as well as Timoth's. "What do you mean, chasing?" Her head darts around to see what he's talking about, then giggles seeing the trundlebug. "So hard to have a conversation hearing his voice with the others."
Timoth nudges her head with his nose, poking it as if that will garner an explanation of this newest thingy.
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> As heady spices scent the air, a tantiliazing odor of /something/ you can't quite pinpoint, Timoth considers the newest thing in the bowl and wonders, <<Can we chase it?>>
Arial laughs as Zyleth slowly persues the bug, walking ever so carefully.  She nods emphatically towards C'zar, "Lots of growing, I wonder how big Zy will turn out to be, he's matching Timoth's size at the moment."
C'zar mmms with a thoughtful smile as he continues to encourage Asarith to just rest. "Later you could play more." Tip of the dragonets tail lashes about eagerly, wanting to play /now/ though while Caz strokes eyeridges he just croons in pleasure, not rising.
Tam looks at her brown and then at Zyelth and nods her head. "Hmmm. I noticed that too." When draconic eyes regard her with surprise, whe
You say, "hard t'say how big they'll all get. "
Tam looks at her brown and then at Zyelth and nods her head. "Hmmm. I noticed that too." When draconic eyes regard her with surprise, she grins. "But you're just my perfect size, dearest."
C'zar hasn't realized yet just how big his baby is going to get likely. In time he will.
Timoth yawns.
Tam yawns herself, stretching her arms out above her head. "Rats, Timoth is getting tired, and so am I. I think I'm going back into the barracks, guys." She peers at a dozing Talina with a grin and whispers to the others, "Just tell her I cleaned out my couch already, 'kay?"
C'zar lifts his gaze from Asarith and nods to Tam, "Sure thing. Rest well", his dragonet bugles quietly to his clutchmate.
her own.
Zyelth noses the trundlebug experimentally, watching in fascination as it's turned onto it's back.  After a few moments, Arial rushes to the trundlebug's aid as Zy's panicked mind touches hers.  "There, see, he's fine again, Zyelth."
Timoth yawns again and drags himslef back to the baracks, Tam in close behind him.
Timoth walks towards the barracks.
Tam walks with purpose towards the barracks.
C'zar chuckles quietly at Zyelth and Arial, "Incredibly curiousity our babies have eh?", Asarith starts to rise and Caz's eyes glint sternly at him, tone is gentle and caring though, "Iffen ya want up, no more running and stumbling about!".
From above, Shenth swoops in from the Southern Bowl.
From above, Shenth dives down, wings close to his body.
Shenth swoops down from above, wings held out to catch the wind.
Arial sends an exasperated look C'zar's direction, nodding in agreement.  "Don't know what he finds so interesting in that bug..." her sentence trails off as once again Zy's in persuit, inching along after the trundlebug.
Asarith shifts to his feet, not longer on his pellmell bounding of danger. Still bouncing along eagerly he goes to see what Zy's found that's so interesting.
Shenth stands proud as he lands, wings flared, the sun shining from behind.  Quite the showman when he wants to be.  J'cen regards the collected from his perch between neckridges, taking in the scene.
Zyelth looks up, watching in awe as the bigger blue swoops down from the air.  He bugles in greeting, wings spread out as he sits up on his haunches.  Arial sighs, "No, you're not big enough to fly yet."
C'zar scrambles to his feet as a huge shadow casts over him, "Oh J'cen, Lo there, and..Shenth", he sorta stumbles a bow and follows Asarith over who cranes his neck around, head tossing playfully as his greeting to Shenth fills the air with a off-key bugle.
J'cen shimmies down a knotted rope from Shenth's back.
J'cen looks at the weyrlings, the dragonettes, and frowns.  "What is going on here?" he demands, in a far harsher tone than is usual for the shy young man.
Arial gulps, her eyes widening at J'cen's tone of voice.  "We, err, brought the babies out under Talina's supervision."
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> The scent of violets mingles with his husky baritone as Zyelth croons worriedly.  <<Were we wrong to come outside?  Why make us miss all these wonderful things?>>  An image of a trundlebug floats to the surface, Puple wisps of interest and curiousity surround the small creature.
C'zar shifts his gaze from J'cen to Arial then back, he tenses. "Gettin' real stuffy in there", head motions towards the barracks and he glances down as Asarith nudges him, "S'ok", he tells him quietly, gently rubbing the dragonet's bronze eyeridges.
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> Uttering his thoughts in rich baritones mingled with musky scents of ancient incense, Asarith tenses, light yellow ripples clouding through, <<Mine seems nervous, dunno what's wrong.>>
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> Thunder as it drifts across the heavens, the basso rumble subtle, felt more than heard, purrs beneath the grey clouds of Shenth.Shenth reagrds the babies with the air of an aristocratic general.  <<You are all very young,>> is all he says...
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> The scent of violets mingles with his husky baritone as Zyelth doesn't understand.  His confusion is amplified by the black murkiness that seeps in <<Jiyuth's rider said that it was okay.  Was she wrong?>>
J'cen sighs.  "Talina was with you?" J'cen asks and, without waiting for an answer goes on.  "Remember, you need to spend as much time as you can with your lifemates, NOW.  The bonds you form now must be as strong as possible."  A slight grin then, to offset the somewhat harsh lecture.  "After all, these hungry lumps are going to be with you all for the very rest of your lives."
C'zar 's confusion is reflected in the jewelled eyes of his lifemate. "Umm, we been doing nothing else 'cept being with em", which Caz is cherishing every moment of, just doesn't understand J'cen's lecture. "We're with em when we're outside too", tone still confused.
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> Thunder as it drifts across the heavens, the basso rumble subtle, felt more than heard, purrs beneath the grey clouds of Shenth.  Shenth shakes his head, lying down to bask in the sunlight.  <<No, no.  It is not that.  Mine worries about you all very much.  About all hatchlings, but you most because he's to help you all grow and become dragonriders of Pern.>>
Asarith croons wistfully, nudging Caz's hand with his maw harder. Caz crouches down, "Asarith", he says gently, "It's ok..J'cen and Shenth are just worried bout us k?".
J'cen nods, slowly.  "I know it's hard for you all," he continues, tone softer, "being cooped up all day inside there.  But it's good for you in the long run."  Another slight grin creases J'cen's face.  "You can stay outside a little longer, but soon we'll all have to go inside."
C'zar smiles slowly at J'cen, "Asarith is so curious, always asking questions about outside. It's hard t'tell im and not show im too sometimes."
Arial lets out a whoop of joy that Zyelth soon echoes, his trumpet of squeaking across the barracks.
J'cen leans back against Shenth as the blue flumps down beside him.  To be young again...
Zyelth wanders up to Shenth, leaning back to see all of the massive dragon and then looking towards his rider in askance.  "Yes, you may get that big, Zy," Arial assures her baby.
J'cen muffles his chuckle beneath his gloves, pretending to cough.
C'zar laughs at the curiousity and amazement the dragonets seem to show at everything. "So fun t'watch their reactions ta things". Reaching down he stuffs the top of his pantleg into his boots while Asarith stares skyward, puzzled about something.
J'cen smiles softly, patting Shenth's blue hide.  "Sometimes they never quite lose that, either."
Zyelth noses closer to Shenth, curling up beside the larger dragon and basking in the sun.  Obviously the little blue found a hero.
C'zar mms after explainingg something to Asarith, "Fer some reason I have a feeling Asarith is /always/ gonna be curious." The dragonet lowers his head, snorting at the stone he's standing on. Coppery bronze talons scrape over the stone with an eeeerie screech.
C'zar shivers, chills going up his spine, "Asarith that sounds horrid!".
J'cen raises an eyebrow, and Shenth grumbles.  <<Noisy!>> is all he says, neither scolding nor praising.
Asarith peers around with a playful rumble. Caz shakes his head and laughs, "No, I don't want you to do it again!". Asarith slowly arches his neck towards Shenth who looks /so/ huge from down here.
J'cen smiles, while Shenth unconsciously looms.  Not that he's big for a blue, actually being a little small.  But he's still looming.
Asarith lashes his tail about behind him, the stone feels odd and he lumber-pounces around to see what it is, but all he sees is the stone. Quietly Caz chuckles, "Is the same thing you were scraping on Asarith."
Talina wanders back out into the weyrling area, causing Jiyuth to finally draw her attention away from the little one's antics. "Hey C'zar..you aren't tiring him out are you?" She pauses to let her eyes slip over Asarith's form.
C'zar shakes his head to Talina, "I made him rest fer awhile, I kept scritching im so he'd stay still", he winks at Talina then adoring eyes shift to Asarith who sniffs at the stone then flicks his tongue out to taste it. "His curiousity is incredibly."
Jiyuth shifts slightly, stretching out her wings, causing a large shadow to dart across the bowl floor and then disappear again as she refolds them.
C'zar rubs his forehead, "No, it's not to eat", he explains as Asarith arches his neck, whirling eyes trying to follow the shadows that quickly disappear, "Talina, does it get easier having s'many thoughts whirling about in yer head from yer lifemate?".
Myrrdin circles around where there are dragons about, looking rather vexed. And pink, too.
C'zar rubs his forehead, "No, it's not to eat", he explains as Asarith arches his neck, whirling eyes trying to follow the shadows that quickly disappear, "Talina, does it get less overwhelming having s'many thoughts whirling about in yer head from yer lifemate?".
C'zar blinks, "A pink flit?". Weyrlinghood must be getting to him, he's seeing colors before his eyes.
Myrrdin
Cynical corners and sly, rounded limbs combine with slick ease to settle into forming a small, blunt-headed lizard.  Dark lines draw out his darting, sneaky frame while brighter intelligence heightens his small, beady eyes.  Unbalanced with any sort of moral or ethical fortitude, his nature is pure, unsullied selfishness and corruption; what he lacks for in size and strength, he makes up for in speed and underhanded investigation.  Worse still is his self-satisfied snickering that shames the coppery bronze hide he wears.
A bright pink bow has been tied around his neck, matching the shorter ones that had been snuggly fitted to each leg. To make matters worse for the mischief-maker, there's even one that just won't shake off from the middle of his tail.
Myrrdin's leg is marked with a band of deep red, brilliant black, and gleaming gold.
Myrrdin is 2 turns 10 months and 15 days old.
Talina laughs softly, before turning to look the 'Ling over. "It gets better, the two of you meld evenutally, almost like 2 halves of the same person..though it helps if you can at least make sure you're eating and getting enough sleep. Easier to adjust that way, if you are both healthy.." She sighs as she spies the firelizard, "Shoo Myrrdin.." even though the corner of her mouth upturns in a grin.
Myrrdin hisses and chitters. Shoo? Where to? To get more ribbons?? Feh!
C'zar winces a little. Eating is something he tends to forget to do, could be why his trousers are bagging. "Asarith is sure healthy", enough energy for himself /and/ Caz! He blinks again, "Who'd do that to a flit?", shards, if Myrrdin weren't miserable enough before. Asarith fascinated with the scraping screech his talons make on stone does it again, enough to send shivers up spines, "Asarith, please..stop that dear one!".
Myrrdin eyes the big cousin... Ooo, someone to teach to sing!
Jiyuth casually snakes her tail around Asarith, not to really 'hold' him, but more to give him a pen. "Well C'zar..make sure you stay healthy..Asarith depends on that and you."
Says Talina..really.
C'zar mms, pulling his knees up to his chest where he sits, "I'll take care to". Bronze head is tosses skyward trying to peer at Jiyuth, Auntie is /big/ too!.
Myrrdin minces up to big cousin. Could ya get these pink... things offa me? *chitter*
Jiyuth yawns and has enough experience with these small flying things to ignore them. !-2-3  all her lids slip shut as she falls asleep.
Asarith hmmphs, he wanted to play. He croons the best bugle he can, bit feeble but he hopes it will get Jiyuth to wake. Tail lashes about and he shifts around in the little pen Jiyuth made.
C'zar chuckles to himself with a shake of his head then notices Myrrdin again, "Ya look dreadful. Pink bows don't look very good on ya."
Talina chuckles and mind-nudges the green awake enough, to let her open the gate, so to speak.  "Well C'zar..it's about feeding time again, I imagine. And I need to duck back in and finish up some work on a scroll I started."
C'zar mms, rising to his feet, "Well thanks fer allowing us t'bring em out, was nice", Asarith bounds over, still waddling a touch, "Yer hungry aren't ya?, let's go then." He waves to J'cen as well as Talina.
Asarith regards C'zar lovingly nudging him towards the barracks. FOOD! He croons farewell to the grown dragons.
Myrrdin chitters grumpily. Yah, he looks horrible in pink... You should see the weyr. Eeek!
Talina smiles after the pair and follows, trying to stifle a yawn. Seems the green's not the only sleepy one.
Talina walks towards the barracks.