Ground Weyrs
Once a mere overhang in the bowl wall, this arched stone enclave was deepened in aeons past by who-knows-what to provide shelter for injured dragons and their mates. Craggy walls loom high to dwarf rider and dragon alike, sloping back from the weather-open entrance to a low opening into the infirmary itself. Stacked under rock-shaded cover are low supply chests of sturdy timber, flanked with long tables. Other openings are shaded by wherhide curtains, leading to smaller, private caverns for the dragonhealers' patients.
It is a spring afternoon. The sun begins to rise up over the horizon and sets the grass afire sparkling off of the dew. Orange, pink and purple rays spread across the sky, turning a few high cirrus clouds into brilliant fingers of color.
Lylia and Derwin are here.

Lis opens her eyes with a low groan, moving muscles stiff from sleeping on the hard floor. "Whuh? Wher'm I?" Trying to sit up, the greenrider finds she's got Ko'en half-sprawled atop her... and is that a devilish smile taking of her face? Ladies and greenriders, get a good hold on your lunches.

Derwin moans, as he wakes up. He paws around, and realizes the empty wine flask is still in hand. He shakes it. Completely empty. Rubbing his eyes, he sits up, and realizes he's not in his bed, he's in the ground weyrs. With lots of people. Naked. "Hhhrngh?"

And looks like Lis isn't the only one with stiff muscles...

Ko'en snores...loudly. He smacks contentedly in his sleep, clinging to Lis. Today...Ko'en is officially a man. Everybody jump up and celebrate...or run in terror.

"Nrrrg..." Blearily, Lylia peers around her, one arm reaching up to rub her eyes. Oh. Mostly naked people. Pregnant naked people? Peering over at Quara near her, waking up heself, the rider gives a fuzzy stare. And Derwin? Over here? Eek..> Mumbling, she flops back down, head leaning against Derwin's shoulder before she scootches away slightly.

Lis pushes against Ko'en's shoulders, trying to get herself free of the bluerider. "C'mon, Ko'en-darling. Lis needs to sit up now." Perhaps that's not the best idea, as Lis finds herself not only alone with Ko'en and naked, but naked with several people: Derwin next to her, Lylia beyond, and farther still Quara. Groaning, the greenrider collapses back down again. "Great sharded shells..."

Derwin dozes off briefly, like he usually does when he first wakes up, then awakes again. He sighs. Must've been a nightmare...but no. He's still in the groundweyrs. He looks to the left. Quara. And to the right. Lylia. Eyes open wide in fear, and his whole body gets stiff. (haha =P). "Wha...what in /Pern/ happened?" Ask the wine flask, why dontcha, Rwin?

Well, at least Lylia's got a satisfied smirk on her face, one hand running through her somewhat frizzing copper tresses. "It's called a flight... And a little wine." The smug smirk still lives on her lips, though Lylia does toss a random article of clothing at Quara. "Get up, girl." Hrmph... But she does try to sit up slightly, before giving up and flopping back. "Pretty good, I must say..." Even though she's still mostly muddled, there's a minute amount of memory left.

"But /Lis/, I don't wanna..." Ko'en mumbles sleepily as the greenrider rolls him over, eyes suddenly snapping open as realization dawns. "Lis!" Grinning toothily, he rolls back over to watch his favorite greenrider shamelessly. "Lylia..." Lis whines plaintively. Are /all/ these thinks all over my neck from you? I don't remember Ko'en giving me any."

"Must've been pretty sharding drunk to get it on with /you/," mutters Derwin, the beginnings of a hangover evident. He glares at Quara. "And she's sharding pregnant too." He sneers at Lis. "You, I can understand. I've heard about your reputation." Yup, he's definitely got a hangover. He rubs his head and jaw gently. "Ok...ow..." he growls, as he discovers various bruises while pulling on his trousers.

"I dun remember?" Puzzled for a moment, Lylia gives a shrug, before adding in a tentative nod. "Yeah. And Quara." Hrm... She won't comment on Quara's talents. Ko'en just gets a scowl though. Taking her Lis, really. But there are more important matters... "Where's I leave my shirt?" Grumbling, the rider staggers slightly, still crouched. Just tryin' to find her clothes. Derwin just gets a scowl though... Even with that smirk. "You let yourself walk into it. Go take a shower. You're gonna be sore." She's got a decent memory of those bruises' source, even with the wine-fuddling. Aside from the fact it's really hard ground.

Derwin pulls some sort of underwear or lingerie out from inside his boxers. He shudders, and holds it above his tall frame by fingertips, waving it around. "Hey, whose is this?" He blinks as he studies it through bleary eyes. "And how the 'shells can you /fit/ in this skimpy thing. Ugh."

"Practice. Maybe you should try it on." Grinning, Lylia yanks her leathers on, mercilessly poking at the new ripped cuffs. Erg. "Not mine... Quara's?" She peers at it for a second, still slightly fuzzy. Wait. Maybe hers. Doesn't really matter at this point.

"Oh, shut /up/, Derwin," Lis whines from across the ground weyrs as she joins the hunt for clothing. "Ko'en, /why/ are my clothes scattered around the sharded place and your trousers in a nice pile?" The bluerider can only shrug, his eyes following Lis' movements around the weyrs lazily. "Quara, dear, you alright? No premature labor or anything?" asks the greenrider worriedly, sighing as she gets an all-okay from her fellow pregnant female. "They're mine..." Lis admits with another groan at the lingerie.

Derwin tosses them to Lis, eager to be rid of them. "You're pregnant, and you're wearing that. That's just...wrong." He glares at Lylia. "Oh just shut up. Wouldn't even be in this mess if you hadn't given me the wine. Not to mention grabbed me by my shirt collar and dragged me into that whole jumble." Wait...that /was/ her, wasn't it? Derwin shrugs. He was too drunk to remember, and he doesn't care. At all.

"You drank it." Lylia manages to locate one boot at least, bundling it in her jacket as she scouts under Quara's for the other. Offering a snort, she peers back up at Derwin. "And I don't recall you protesting too much at all..." Not that anyone can protest with Quara's tongue thing. "And you enjoyed it, c'mon." The cheerful, malicious grin returns. Apprentices need a little fun, she simply /had/ to drag him down with her.

Lis tosses Ko'en' trousers at his smirking face, calling someting along the lines of 'Put those on. You're starting to embarass yourself again.' Slipping into her underclothes, the greenrider then wiggles into her maternity dress with a few protesting creaks of fabric. "By Alymath's shell, I'll never figure how I got /out/ of this... And will you stop trying to complain about it and be a man, Derwin?" Lis gripes just one, final time.

Derwin mumbles something not so polite about the women in the weyr under his breath, but something like a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Sadly, it disappears quickly. "No. I didn't. /You/ were involved. How could I have enjoyed it?" The hangover continues strong. "Can't believe you dragged me down here, especially when you knew that I was....when you knew that there was a flight going on." Another glare is shot at Lis. "Shut. Up." He moans, and sits down again. "My head /really/ hurts."

"Well, I'll fix us up my brother's klah receipe, kills the effects of wine in a snap." Lylia's a little too cheerful, but that's normal for her. Really. The women of the weyr comment can be ignored easily enough, but the second comment just gets an amused look. Too cheerful. "Aww, you don't mean that. You seemed to like me well enough earlier." Lis did too, and the greenrider just gets a playful look, eyes rolling. Men are too uptight.

Lis roll her eyes in agreement back at Lylia, sparing a glance at the semi-decently clothed Ko'en. "Humph. Those trousers don't do much of a job in hiding anything either," the greenrider observes - but she's not complaining. "Really, Derwin, you were quite the stud, if I remember correctly. And /I/ didn't have any wine." Muahaha. No one's repuation walks away from here unsullied.

Again, that tugging at the corners of Derwin's mouth, but this time it's let loose in a full-fledged grin. A triumphant one at that. But no, he's not going to let them see that, so he hides it in his shirt, as he pulls it over his head, even dustier than before, leading one to wonder if he /ever/ changes his clothes. Hygiene is not the 'stud's' strong point. "Hrrmph..." is all he says, as little flashes of memory come back to him. He glares at the dressing Lylia. "Hurry up, will you? I need that klah recipe." He winces, and holds his head again. "Now."

"Sure thing.... And I have to agree with Lis." Smirking, Lylia tosses on her jacket, shoving her boots on her feet. Disarray, but well enough to stir together the klah concoction. "It tastes a little odd, but isn't bad." She's had years to work on it. Woozy, the rider manages to stumble towards the entrance, in the vague direction of the kitchens.

Idly, Lis glances around for any sighs of poor C'doy. The boy must've fled or passed out sometime during the catching. At any rate... "C'mon, Ko'en, we're going to go find your shirt. If we can." There's a hint of a smirk at Lis' lips, as she doesn't /really/ mind him without anything on from the waist up. "Have fun, Derwin, and you too, Lylia," calls the greenrider with a wink as she leads her eager charge out with her, both hobbling a bit stiffly. Hard ground, y'know.