C'zar does his best to bundle up the huge lengths of leather, "Maybe I could find Kymra t'help dearheart."

You leave the quiet of the bowl for the soft roar of the usually busy living cavern.

Main Living Cavern

Kymra prowls towards the kitchens, directing a drudge laden with a klah pot towards the hearth.  "Klah goes there," she informs, brow furrowing as she attempts to remember the location of....something.  Glancing up at the sound of footsteps, her expression clears.  "Caz!"

C'zar grins to himself, "Keeping t'drudges in line are ya Kymra?". Someone has to. He pulls in great lengths of leather and plops them atop a table.

Kymra grins.  "Suppose," she responds.  A sigh.  "Klah bark supply's dwindling," she grouches.  "And no tithes coming in shortly, to my knowledge."

C'zar takes a seat with furrowed brows, "Why's the klah bark supply dwindling?". He could live without klah, but helps keep him awake. And, there's plenty of folks would be miserable without it.

Kymra shrugs.  "Dunno, really.  Think someone misplaced the majority of it..." Irritable new assistant cooks.  Don't have a clue where anything goes.  Shoulders shrug again.  "It'll turn up, at some time."

C'zar mms, "Hope so, like as not stashed somewhere", at least he's hoping. Hand reaches for the straps on the table, "Are you busy right now Kymra?".

Kymra shakes her head as she slouches into a nearby chair.  "Nahhh.  Why do you ask?"

C'zar lifts the mass of leather, looped and twisted, "Well, wonderin' if you'd maybe help me. See, I'm tryin to put straps on Asarith fer t'first time. I don't got enough hands cuz I haveta adjust it too."

Kymra regards the straps, a hint of a smile fleeting across her face.  "They're all tangled," she notes.  Duh, Kymra.  Another grin as she nods.  "Sure."

C'zar laughs, "Uh huh, aint' surprising." So much leather there, "I'd appreciate it", he hoists the straps and heads out.

You head through the short tunnel into the bowl.

Outside the Living Caverns

Kymra bouncies out of the tunnel from the living caverns.

C'zar tosses the straps down and begins the task of untangling them, Asarith lumbers over to snort at them and Caz chuckles, "Yes, you have to wear these dearheart if I'm ever to climb to your back", he finds one of the two buckles on the ends of the fours straps..and hands it to Kymra, "Could ya hold this?".

Kymra follows, glancing from the leather straps to Asarith.  "And you  actually know what goes where?" she marvels, taking the proffered straps.  "Uh huh."

C'zar smirks a little, "I have an idea, but that's about all." He kneels down and unwinds the other straps some more. "Trouble too is, Asarith's getting so big..I can't hold the one straps while putting the other on, least not till I get it adjusted right." Dark eyes shift to his bronze baby who is now nearly the size of a small green.

Kymra inclines her head in a nod, holding up her buckle.  "Shards.  Sounds rather...difficult.  At least until you get used to it."  A small grin appears as she asks, "You haveta do this every time you want to mount?"

Asarith reaches out a five taloned claw and pins the end of one strap down then pulls it across the ground towards him. "Hey, yer not helping Asarith", Caz chuckles and grabs for the strap pulling it back then looking at you, "Umm, well, unless him an I can work a way I crawl over his head. Too far from his forelimb to his neck when he gets bigger."

Kymra wrinkles her nose.  "Shards," she comments again, looking thoughtful.  "Mebbe you could toss the strap over and buckle it from the other side," she suggests.

Asarith watches Caz and Kymra, eyes churning a brilliant blue and he croons smugly as he baps his lifemates rear gently. Caz blinks and whirls, "Asarith! Stop, ya playful beast!". At long last the straps are untangled, "Hmm, ya know. That might work. Alright", he gets to his feet, "Do ya wanna stand on Asarith's forelimb there and I'll toss a strap over?".

Asarith obligingly crouches low..curious as always to know what will happen next.

Kymra smiles, dropping her strap.  "Kay," she says as she moves to the other side of Asarith, hands wide as she anticipates the strap-throw.

C'zar hrms and grabs the strap you just dropped. "Ok..you need to hold this buckle", the whole contraption is dragged over and he hands you the buckle. "I'll toss from the other side". He chuckles, "Shards, gonna be amazin' if this works at all, and if it fits."

Kymra flushes sheepishly as she takes the buckle.  "Oops."  She didn't mean to do that.  Really.  Clasping the buckle in one hand, she once more waits for the throw.
[-BahrainLC-] Hanz walks up from the lower caverns.

C'zar takes a strap and attempts to toss it over Asarith's neck, "Ok, ya gotta put yer head on t'ground love", the dragon quickly does so which makes things alot easier and the strap reaches you this time. "Have to adjust the straps big enough for when we pull them down to the thick part of his neck". He peeks over at you, "So you've been keeping busy pretty much then have you?".

[-BahrainLC-] Hanz heads into the tunnel leading into the bowl.

Hanz grins at the scene, many a set of straps he's made. "Hello C'zar, and hello to you as well Ma'am", he nods politely to the young lady.

Kymra grabs at the strap, beaming.  "I've got it!" she announces, jubulant.  "And, well, I suppose.  I'd have never guessed how much there is to do around here."  She pauses, then asks, "You?"  A polite nod goes towards Hanz, though she asks, "Please don't call me Ma'am .. my name's Kymra."

C'zar nearly drops the strap as he turns, "Hanz, hey...sleep well did ya. Meet Kymra, Assistant Steward here at t'weyr". He turns back to the straps, "Alright, maybe fasten it on the biggest hole Kymra?".

Hanz grins, "Kymra..well met", he slouches against the side of the cavern. Good looking straps his brother has made.

Asarith tosses his head at the feel of the straps on his neck, Caz looks thoughtful, "He don't like em at all he says."

Kymra buckles the strap into the indicated hole, stepping back to grin at Asarith -- with leathers, too.  "Mebbe he'll get used to them in time," she offers.

Hanz nods quickly, "Oh yes, slept fine, the folks I've met have been grand." The man laughs a little, "Normal at first for them not to like them, Kyrmra is correct, give him time."

C'zar thumps Asarith lovingly on the neck, "My don't ya look handsome!" The other buckle ended strap is dragged under the bronze neck which lifts and handed to Kymra, "Hanz is m'brother..didn't know I had any siblings till yesterday", he says quietly then returns to the other side of the dragon.

Hanz steps forward to lend a hand if needed.

A grin tugs at Kymra's mouth: "Congratulations!  That's great."  She inclines her head towards Hanz, adding, "To you, too."

Asarith arches his neck about, snorting deeply at the approaching man, eyes whirling a bit faster. Caz chuckles, "Poor Row had quite a fright when she ran into m'brother", he winks at Hanz, "Ryath made Asarith wake me right away", he reassures the bronze gently, "S'alright dearheart..".

Hanz promptly steps back, /far/ back. "He doesn't like me much." Face still wrinkles into a smile, "Thanks Ma'am, pardon me..Kymra. Was a shock."

Kymra laughs.  "I bet!" she comments, regarding Hanz.  "You two look alike."  Wow.  Kymra's a natural at making astonishing deductions.

Hanz laughs, "I'm going to go inside for some klah so I won't upset the young bronze there. Good to meet you Kymra."

Hanz strides quietly in to the living caverns.

C'zar laughs, "Was pretty funny..well once I could speak after t'shock." He stands back to look at the straps and begins to laugh and laugh and laugh, "Oh by Faranth, they need some work don't they Kymra?".

Kymra grins, peering at the leather.  "I'd say," she remarks.  "At least, oh, a couple hours' worth of time."  She chuckles quietly.

Asarith is snorting and shifting about, trying to turn his head back far enough to tug them off. "I know ya don't like them", Caz says calmly and rubs the bronze's chin then looks towards you, "More than that likely. Maybe I ought to ask m'brother to help me, he's really good at makin' straps I heard."

Kymra nods, wondering, "Could you pad them with some sort of soft cloth?  Mebbe that would be less irritable for Asarith.  Not as...scratchy, perhaps?"

C'zar tugs the straps further down on Asarith's neck, "Just leave em fer a bit, they won't be so bad", he tells his lifemate then wrinkles his brows considering. "I wonder..that is a good suggestion, I figgered t'leather was soft cuz I oiled it good. He has tough hide. A kitten grabbed him with his claws once didn't hurt im." Still he contemplates. "What kind of cloth is soft?".

Kymra ponders, finally sighing.  "I don't really know," she admits.  "Maybe a Weaver would know...shards, I can't even sew a straight hem!"

C'zar chuckles compassionately, "Nor I, I'm horrid at sewin' ". He takes a seat on Asarith's forepaw, "I appreciate yer help. Now I know what I gotta change."

Asarith snorts into the ground not liking the straps one bit. "They aren't even tight! They are hanging from yer neck", Caz tries to reason, "They itch? Oh shards..that aint good."

Kymra smiles slightly.  "No problem," she assures.  "Talking, helping...it can be funner than organizing the storage caverns."  A defenate nod;  much funner.

C'zar wrinkles his nose, "Those dusty storage caverns? Ya gotta sort them?".

"Sometimes," Kymra amends.  "The Headwoman does that, mostly."  A grin; she don't like the caverns that much, either.

C'zar waves a hand in the air, "Can't see nothing when t'dust gets stirred up in there. Hard on t'lungs". Head tilts to the restless bronze, "Ya want what? Huh?". Might as well humor the dragon, "Kymra, Asarith's wondering if you'd go sit on his other forepaw, I've no idea why."

Kymra blinks, then shrugs.  "I suppose...." she moves, carefully sitting on the foot.  A grin appears, and she tickles the forepaw lightly.

C'zar shakes his head, "Asarith..", then blinks...Asarith after making sure his forepaw passengers are safely seated settles back on his haunches then slowly begins to lift his forepaws from the ground. A rumble of humor fills the air...

Kymra's eyes widen as the ground falls away.  A glance over to Caz along with a simple query: "Does he do this, often?"

C'zar is sure glad this is happening slow else he'd be terrified. He hugs his arms about Asarith's ankle as best he can, "Aint never done this b'fore..". Meanwhile they continue their ascent..higher and higher, Asarith twists his head from side to side to peer at one then the other, clearly he's enjoying this very much. Caz begins to laugh, "He says now we're up here we got no excuse not t'take the straps off im."

Kymra clasps the forepaw in front of her, determined not to slide off.  A giggle, then a chuckle erupts from her mouth at C'zar's words.  "He dislikes them that much?" she ponders, grinning almost foolishly.  She's trying not to look at the ground, she is.

C'zar affectionately clouts the huge neck in front of him, "Yer a rascal dearheart", he's confident the bronze won't let him come to harm and eases his way up cautiously till he's standing, he peers over the neckridges at Kymra, "Hey, nice view up here", he chuckles and really is more nervous than he lets on. "Oh, he'd like us to believe that, about the straps..", Asarith croons humorously and turns his neck back to brush his muzzle over the 'lings cheek. "Spose ya want down eh Kymra?".

Kymra glances up, towards C'zar, then back down.  "It is a rather nice way of looking at things," she remarks, gazing towards the other wall of the bowl.  She shrugs, grip lessening on the forepaw.  "I'm okay, now.  Just a little....startled, at first."  Understatement of the Turn.

C'zar hooks an arm over Asarith's neck between the neckridges and adjusts the straps some more, "Bit frightening yeah", he admits. Straps are shifted about some more, "Now iffen Asarith were agreeable t'lift me up like this, spose I could put em on m'self". Asarith is completely content to remain still...he whuffles softly at Kymra with a mellow croon, lashing tail the only thing that belies his excitement.

Kymra grins, letting go with one hand to tentitively pat Asarith on the foreleg.  Hand resumes it's previous clutch -- she's not about to let go.  "Lots easier to fasten the straps that way then to toss them back and forth," she agrees.

C'zar makes the mistake of looking down and grips Asarith's neckridges, "Shells..", he sinks to the dragon's forepaw, no more standing for him today. "Guess they ain't so bad now, t'straps", Caz hugs onto Asarith's forelimb, "Alright, how 'bout ya put us down now? Would be nice I think." He's not as good about heights as he thought.

Asarith doesn't wish to cause distress so begins to lower his forepaws slowly.

Kymra hangs on tightly, as well.  "Thanks for the small, err, flight, Asarith," she says.  A shaky grin crosses her face as she adds, "It was fun."  But she'd like to be able to stand upon the ground, too.

C'zar is relieved as he feels the forepaw under him touch ground, he just sits there breathing heavily, "Thank you Asarith..very much", he leans forward to peer at you, "Doing ok?", he grins...it was rather fun.

Kymra slides off of the foot, adjusting her position to sit cross-legged on the ground.  She nods.  "Yeh...that was really something!"  Shardit, she's never been lifted on a forepaw like that.

C'zar props himself against Asarith's forelimb with a quiet chuckle, "Asarith said he owed ya one cuz he almost ate yer belt", he shakes his head with a little laugh reaching up to scritch under the dragons chin when he lowers his head.

Kymra grins, unconciously fingering her belt.  "Not a problem...I'm proud to have Asarith-chewmarks as a decoration."  A laugh comes in as she mentions, "It completed my attire."  She points to her boots, grinning.  " 'Member when Myrrdin tried to eat them?"  Nearly took off a toe or two as well.

C'zar shifts his position as he grins widely. Eyes shift to your boots, "Seems dragons an firelizards like t'mark ya do they?", he teases playfully..Asarith lowers his wedge-shaped head to examine the boots, tongue flicks out to taste them.

Kymra laughs.  "I suppose they do," she comments, giggling as she notices Asarith's test-tasting.  "Taste good?" she wonders, wriggling her boots.  "I never did have a chance to get new ones," she notes, almost to herself.

C'zar slides off Asarith's forepaw with a laugh, "They taste salty he says, dunno why", shoulders shrug and he plops onto the ground, "Curious as all get out Asarith is."