Lylia walks in from the Central Bowl.

Tatoria drops her gaze down, eyes studying the array of food. She reaches in the direction of the bread, but glances up startled at Pemeron's words. Was that a compliment? And not even one she was fishing for. She stares at the Candidate for a long moment, jaw clamping firmly shut in an effort to not hang open. "Um... thanks," she finally manages, eyes dropping to the task of bread again as she swiftly changes the subject. She's definately not used to people being nice. "You spent all that time peeling and they /complained/ about it?" she questions swiftly. And here comes the guilt. Wow. Another strange emotion. "Maybe I should've stayed to help..."

Lis is back! Though currently wearing something more demure than her outfit last night. Hanging onto Lylia's arm, she flutters and coos in conversation with the brownrider, taking out her need to flirt on a relatively safe target.

Caylea arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Pemeron shakes his head, and shoves more food in, pushing the bits in with fingers.  He has a drink of juice and says "Well, they /thought/ I was helping /you/." he winks at her and then says "Eat, we have extra dishes to do cause they think we are slackers."  Munch, munch goes the /sandwich/ and he grabs for some of the greens with a fork... Crunch, crunch go the greens and he drinks again.

Safe? Safe? Lylia is the epitome of danger, the masked brownrider herself! Or not. With a fluttery smile, she remains a human leaning post for the pregnant greenie, just enjoying the chance. It's that Lis charm. "G'dday Pemeron, Tatoria. Caylea." Nodding in turn to the candidates, she offers Tatoria a little, weak grin. "Those tubers are alive, you know..." But Pem gets a quick stare. "Candidates don't eat, silly."

Kariel arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Pemeron looks up at Lylia with one of those sad canine faces "If they don't Lylia, they will die, and who will the dragons hatchlings impress to?" he asks, with a very sad and pouty voice.  He shovels more food in, drinks, and says "I have kitchn duty as soon as I am done, and if anyone wants to take me from it, they will have to speak to the kitchen staff first." He winks at Tatoria and shoves more food in.

CaySnake -and no, this time she's not wearing her costume- strides into the living caverns.  Hey, lookit, she looks kinda like she fell off a ledge, was dragged through the sands, and then was broiled in the hotsprings.  And she looks cross.  Really cross.  Then again, that could just be the heat talking.  "That was /not/ funny!"  She screeches to herself over and over again, stomping through the cavern towards the food.  Replenish her energy and then go after that -wherbrat-!

Hyzen meekly steps in from the Central Bowl.

Tatoria's lips part, the expression on her face /almost/ one of remorse. "Well, I really should've..." Any hint of guilt is swept away, however, as more trickle into the caverns.. presumably for lunch. Meat is quickly swiped and stuffed into a sandwhich, and she reaches to pour a glass of juice. "'Lo Lis, Lylia... Cay." Eyes fly around the room, quite certain that she missed /someone/.. but that's good enough for the moment, right? She settles back into her chair, glass in hand, and blinks at Lylia. "Tubers?" she questions slowly. Ah, now here's a hint of the normal Tat. See that itty bitty smile creeping upward. "What's this about.. tubers?"

Lis' charm mainly consists of being padded in all the right places and looking cute. Such as it is, though, it seems to attract people a-plenty. "'Lo all!" she greets the cavern cheerfully, looking as pleasant - and prengant - as ever, steering Lylia around by the arm she's got  hooked around hers. Look - it's a brownrider on a leash.

Tyara strides with feminine grace in from the Central Bowl.

No more physicals. No more sniffling toddlers. No more complaining old aunties. Nothing but Kare and a glass of wine fora full candlemark. It's /break/ time. Hahahaha. Slithering towards the table, he pours himself a simply /brimming/ goblet of white wine before retrating to a plush chair nearby. Body sprawls over the chair as he purrrrs happily, sipping his wine in content. No one is in this room, at least to him. It's just him. And his wine. Sip.

More drudges arrive with platters of steaming sliced herdbeast, more bowls of cut leafy greens with chopped vegetables, and small sliced loaves.  Pitchers of juice and mugs follow and are set on table ends.

Beeoh prances delicately in from the Central Bowl.

Hyzen comes from a different direction than she usually does.  Instead of the inner recesses of the caverns, she approaches from the bowl entrance.  Arms swinging happily and lips curled into her sweet smile, she steps out of the sun and into the duller interior, squinting to adjust her eyes before waving warmly towards those she knows... which turns out to be most of them.  Nope, she hadn't been working... she had had time off.  Instead, she'd been egg-gazing, lucky her.  "Hello everyone," comes her soft voice in greeting.

Evil evil eyes! So many eyes!  Well, Cay's narrow to near upturned points as she stares around the caverns, her mug clinched within her hands with enough strength to crack a lighter cup.  Her messed up mop of bright, flaming red hair nearly stands up like she's been sticking her toes in outlets.  Bride of Electrostine anybody?  Her casted hand is nice and dirty as well, but she doesn't seem to care.  Candidate is searching...searching... preyvictimspawndirtmaimdestroy.

"Lis!" Ignoring all and everything, said greenrider seems to be the goal of Tyara's purposeful stride through the living caverns. "What's this I hear??" One can always wonder, can't they, since the nanny doesn't seem too inclined to share her reasoning behind raising her voice. Candidates are blithely ignored, green eyes locked on the pregnant form of her former co-Candie.

Pemeron looks up at Lylia with one of those sad canine faces "If they don't Lylia, they will die, and who will the dragons hatchlings impress to?" he asks, with a very sad and pouty voice.  He shovels more food in, drinks, and says "I have kitchn duty as soon as I am done, and if anyone wants to take me from it, they will have to speak to the kitchen staff first." He winks at Tatoria and shoves more food in.

Lylia is a good little brownrider-on-a-leash, too. "Want me to distract her while you run?" She whispers to Lis, ready to leap between the two. But Pemeron gets a rather bright, evil gaze in his direction. "They'll Impress to Nuff, of course." Duh.

Lis narrows her eyes at Tyara as she huddles closer to Lylia, not above using her favorite brownrider as a human shield against the force of nature that is the head nanny. "What /is/ it you hear?" demands the greernrider of her accusor, eyelashes fluttering naively as her eyes widen again. "I think I'll be able to handle /this/ by myself," she whispers back to Lylia, looking extremely smug for Tyara's benefit.

Pemeron finishes his food and looks at Tatoria "See you in a few minutes." he says softly and stands up "Excuse me ma'am." he says directly to Lylia "Unless you did have something to take me from the dish washing I have already been assigned to do?"  He looks at the brown rider, with neither anticipation nor anxiety, though he soes still have those sad canine eyes looking a bit up at her from his slightly tipped head.

"Well, I hear lots of things about you!" Tyara snarls, coming to a halt right before Lis - barely an inch before touching that bulging stomach of hers. "And they're seldomly good. But this beats everything! Auri?! How /could/ you? Lis!" OK, so maybe Ko'en isn't the most reliable source, but he did look so convincing... "For Faranth's sake, she still thinks children hatch like dragons," the nanny hisses, waving a dismissing hand at Lylia. "And you shut up, Lylia!" She's psychic, see? Even though the brownrider hadn't spoken yet, she knows it's inevitable.

Beeoh drops his chin down to his forepaws and props his tail and rear high up in the air, wiggling it adoribly. -Pounce!- What ever it was the little dark and orange-splotched kitten was stalking is attacked by two large kitten paws. Beeoh lifts his paws up to see if he's really caught his prey only to spot the fluff ball rolling away in a breeze of wind. The kitten pounces again, sliding a bit along the floor. It's amazing his little body hasn't been crushed by someone's foot yet.

"Auri's seen me naked." Irrelevant, yes, but a typical KareKomment, none the less. "Yeah." Ha.

Lis' jaw drops nearly to the floor - or an inch or two; same difference - as she gapes open at Tyara. "/What/?" hisses she, repeating this in a conversational tone before half-roaring at the nanny. "/WHAT/?" Kariel is briefly turned towards, taking a bit of edge off her fierce indignancy, though she does seethe rather visibly at Tyara. Rawr.

"A few minutes," Tatoria agrees, guilt-inspired helpfullness suddenly gone from the Candidate's expression. "Course." And they'll be a long few minutes if she can help it. She takes a bite of her sandwhich /slowly/, nibbling at the edge as she watches Caylea's prowling with interest. Don't even try it over here. With a slow smile, she reaches for a roast tuber - more than likely one she peeled, even.

Hyzen scurries around and away from the three confronting each other, blinking as she comes to a stop near Caylea... wherever the other was.  There was something she wasn't getting, here, and it was confuzing her.  She knew all three of the ones in this little spat... but that doesn't help her any.  So she stays silent, like a good little candidate, and just watches.  This'll be good gossip-- for those that do that sort of thing.

Tatoria gets eyed by Lylia, the brownrider's soulful stare turning even more worried. "I found one. Sitting there. /Staring/ at me... Scared the life outta me, it's just like a told you. Tell me... Are they following /you/ too?" Or is it just her that's so cursed? "Nah, nothin', Pemeron." Nothin' for him to do /yet/, that is.... "Lis?" The wavering rider voice returns, the young woman spinning to glare at Tya as she remains stationed in a defensive position by Lis. "Hey! Leave her alone! Wait.. Lis?!" /Auri/? But.. but... Ack! The confused rider quickly turns to Kariel, her muddled stare giving way to a glower. "You'd better not be corrupting my former weyrling." The teacher is always attached.

Pemeron nods at Lylia and then Tatoria, saying softly "Hurry, or they will make it worse for both of us." He then strides off toward the kitchen and slips up to the door.
Pemeron heads north into the redolent depths of the kitchens.

Scowling even more fiercely than the greenrider in question, Tyara grits her teeth, poking Lis in the chest-area somewhere. Somewhere hard and un-impregnated. "Ko'en was nice enough to inform me that he /saw/ you and Auri - /Auri!/ - together!" Diplomatically put - the ex-brat was a lot more colorful in his descriptions. "Oh, shove it where the glows don't reach, Lylia!" Hiss!

Kinecha suddenly wakes up, having daydreamed while stroking the green in her lap. "Wha'," she says. So many people here so suddenly. Where'd they all come from?

Kariel shrugs at Lylia, giving her his cutest coy smile. "Hey. Not my fault. She walked into the weyr, and Siannen and I were just..." Oh wait. That's not /appropriate/ conversation for the caverns. "Eheh." Eyebrows waggle and he sips his drink... "Hehehehe." Oh look. That's a nice memory. Happy Kare. Hehehehe.

Tatoria's eyes widen as she takes a vengeful bite from her tuber, feigning surprise. "You /too/?" she questions toward Lylia. "You know, every since you said something about that, I've had to peel more and more tubers? And one /bit/ me!" Bandaged finger is waggeled as proof. "I thought it was only me, though..." Pemeron is rather ignored, even if a bit of guilty conscience does tug at the back of her mind.

Is that...hissing?  Coming from the Candidate beside Hyzen?  Well, only Hyz'd be able to hear it.  However, Caylea's flushed appearance isn't all from her nerves.  No, she's actually and factually /red/.  It looks as though she's been steampressed and then sprinkled with dirt!  Poor girl.  Poor antigonist:  For she's soooooo soon to take it out upon the person who did this to her.  Or group shall we say.  Eyes finally shift towards Hyzen, and at last reconizing her the healer's eyes gleam.  A grinch-like smile spreads slowly across her face.  "Hyyyyzen, dear.  Can I talk to you?  Please?"  Then she starts towards the exit.  Before she gets to far, however, she reaches out and lightly taps on Tatoria's table.  "And /Tat/, be a dear and follow?  Mmm...Yesss..."  Hisses out the candidate once more before she starts for the exit.
Caylea exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

"Shove off, Tya. Leave the poor woman alone, Auri's not your charge anymore." She was Lylia's so Ly should be the interrogator now? Then Kariel receives the full end of the Ly-glare. "You'd better not be corrupting my candidates." Possessive bugger, really. But something's there out of the corner of her eye... "Tuber!" Lylia points at a plate, her eyebrows nearly leaping off her head as she glances at Tat. "Th-They're after you too? It /bit/ you? Horrible, horrible...," she moans. "How can we stop them?"

Lis bats Tyara's hand away firmly, baring her teeth at the head nanny. "Ko'en is full of - ahem - dragon droppings and you /know/ it," declares the greenrider, working a bit of self-editing in there as starts to bear down onto the taller woman agressively, despite having to peer up half the time. "Furthermore..." Her face falls, turning a sudden shade of pale. "Furthermore, I'm going to get a seat, and you can talk to Lylia." Her secretary/slave.

Hyzen exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Kariel quickly stands and corsses Lylia-wards, fisted hands resting on his hips as he gallantl announces, "I shall save you!" Somewhere, a trumpet trill sounds. Really. Doop-de-doooo.

Tatoria glances up at Caylea, startled at the tap. Eyes narrow for a moment, but she rises none the less, hands gathering her sandwhich and several tubers as she does. A foot stretches to nudge her chair backward just as Lylia's question reaches her ears. "They're after the weyr, I think," she whispers toward the rider, voice dropped confidentially. She straightens a bit, leveling her gaze at Lylia with her best wide-eyed, frightened look. "I don't think we /can/...There are too many." And with that, she spins and nearly runs out of the caverns. Must keep appearances up, after all.
Tatoria exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

"Maybe! But I trust you to do anything!" Tyara snaps back, crossing her arms in a defiant motion as she /glares/ at the greenrider. "Oh, Lylia! I should talk to /Lylia/? And you think she'd be unbiased about /your/ bedfavors?" Said the pot about the kettle... cough. "Stay away, Kariel!" Hiss, hiss. "Your domain is in the infirmary." Where the brownrider might end up if she keeps looking smug like that. Yeah, smug! Hiss.

Kinecha is thouroghly confused as to what is happening in the caverns. Daydreaming is not a good thing when you're a guard recruit and should keep an eye out at all times.

Kariel eyes Tyara briefly, before his gaze turns patronizing. "Now, now, Tyara-dear..." he insists, sipping out of his wine glass again... "When we say things like that, it makes the big bad healers wonder if they should sedate you..." Yeeees. Good girl. Now be good. Sit. Stay.

"Of course I would be. The only thing I'm biased about is tubers. Because they're invading the Weyr." Duh. Of /course/ Lylia is the most innocent, unbiased party when it comes to Lis. Of course. The rider's face take on an oddly puzzled look. "Why are you so upset about /Auri/ for Faranth's sake? Based on what /Ko'en/ said?" Ko'en... There's a scary rider. Unlike her beloved Lis.

Ignoring the strange conversations, Kinecha stands to get herself something to eat now that the little green is full and sleepy. Getting some sweetrolls and a glass og redfruit juice she returns to her seat, trying not to wake up 'Zulie.
 
"Because Lis here seems to have been giving /your/ fellow assistant weyrlingmaster 'private lessons' in anatomy," Tyara explains through gritted teeth. "And I will /not/ stand idly and watch while she corrupt another innoce.... what?!" Tearing her gaze away from Lis and her protege, the head nanny stares aghast at Kariel. "Se... /what/?! You try giving me /anything/, healer, and you'll be needing your own numbweed!"

Kariel puts his hands up in mock fright, jaw dropping as he proceeds to tremble. It's all sincere. Reeeeeally. "I apoloize /greatly/. I don't know what came over me." Snort.

"Uh-huh. And why are you so admant on this?" After all, weyrlingmasters are responsible! "Auri's not a brat anymore, after all." Lylia's had fun being able to taunt the girl, anyway. But her grin takes on a slightly hardened appearance. "But how do you know it's true? I mean, c'mon. It's /Auri/. And /Lis/. I mean, I can't see Lis-love doing /that/..."

Kinecha looks up at the angry nannie and the healer, "you guys aren't going to fight are you?" she says. She's in no mood to have to break up a fight at the moment.

"Exactly. It's /Auri/. Naive Auri, and /Lis/." Mutter, mutter... seems Tyara can't quite find a suitable (for public ears) adjecive to plaster on Lis, so the greenrider has to manage with a scowl. "We're not fighting," nanny hisses at Kinecha, then stares back at Lylia. "And I'm admant because her offspring will end up in my nurseries." Sooner or later - of course, the fact that she might care about Auri isn't mentioned at all. "And I know what came over you," is snorted Kariel-wards. Men. Ha!

"You think Auri can have offspring with /Lis/?" Lylia's sardonic grin just widens. "Do you still believe that babies hatch, Tyara?" Kinecha gets a warmer smile, at least. "We aren't goin' to fight. Not at all. Nothing to fight about."

Kinecha is now awake and ready to intervene, should a fight break out. She stays seated, but keeps a close eye on them, while eating her sweetrolls.

Lis returns, her composure regained and an aura of 'holier than thou' radiating from her pregnant form. "Are we /quite/ finished?" she asks haughtily of the group, canting her head up high enough to peer at Tyara through her lashes. All goes well, hands folded across her belly, until said belly decides to ripple, causing the greenrider to emit something along the lines of 'Nngh!'.

"Of course I don't! But once LIs has corrupted her, she'll think it's normal for greenriders to do bed-hopping, and then it won't be long before she's pregnant," Tyara snarls at Lylia, and then turns her gaze to Lis. "No we're not! You are so /irresponsible/, Lis, and how /dare/ you do that to poor Auri?" Her voice has taken quite a rise to it, and it's questionable whether anyone in
the living caverns doesn't know about the alledged affair already. Hehe.

Kariel suddenly groans. Loudly. "Tell me that wasn't a contraction." You are not /even/ allowed to have birth on my break. Nononononono. Whiiiiiine. Wine glass is quickly downed before tossed aside with a crash. Kare breaks more glasses than anyone at Reaches. Really. Fingers then trail through his blonde mop...

Kinecha has lost all track of the argument, but her thigh muscles are tensed as the healer starts breaking glasses. She's ready, oh yes, she's ready allright if these people start using fists.

"If Auri's gonna go bed-hopping ever, it /will/ happen. Besides, I still say my Lis wouldn't do that!" So there! Resisting the urge to stick her tongue out at Tya, Lylia just glowers. Grrr. Like, vamps go 'grrr'. Yeah. "Besides, I'll load her up on green stuff if you really have a problem." She can say all AWLMs do. Out of the tradition when D'renn was in charge. But Kariel's comment grabs Ly's attention. "Lis? Are you okay?" Her voice returns to the worried, doting-brownrider tone.

"Um... I think it is, Kariel. I've sort of... been having them all day. It'll probably just be some more 'practice' ones." The confession squeaks and whispers out of Lis as she manages to look anywhere but at the Healer-boy, fingers wringing her skirt. Of course, that leaves Tyara free to be argued with, and - with her own fabricated reassurance in mind - she squawks, "I didn't do anything with Auri! After all, it would only be in /my/ weyr, and Ko'en couldn't have gone anywhere near it without my or Aly's noticing." Hah! "I think I'll be fine -- uhn." Perhaps not, as another contraction ripples through her answer to Lylia.

"But he saw you leaving the bo...." Tyara's voice fades as she 'finally - catches onto the situation. "Lis, are you okay?" Concerns shows on her face, despite her reluctance - until Kariel's words sink in. "Contraction? /Faranth/! Kariel! Get her to the infirmary or she'll have the brat right here!" Nanny grabs hold of Lis' arm - the one Lylia isn't clinging possessively to - and waves at the healer with her free hand. "Come on! You think they pay you to drink all day?!"

Kinecha stands, disturbing the little green's sleep. Contactions? Oh, dear, she thinks. She's not really sure what to do, but has a feeling that the healer and the nanny knows what to do. At least, it stopped the fighting, didn't it...

Lis lets out a sharp squeak as she suddenly finds herself in Tyara's posession - one who was, not to long ago, thoroughly chewing her out on the presumption she'd done somethign terrible with Auri. "I... seat... waters breaking..." is all the greenrider can manage to get out, yet from the panicked-puppy look on her face, it's clear something messy's about to happen /soon/.

"Eep! Um... Er.... Ahhh.... Eeee..." Lylia's a little freaked out. Mostly because she's the one in this lot that hasn't had a kid. Let alone been near when a sprog's popped out. "Wh-what can we do? Tya, help!" Eeeep! /Now/ she turns to the nanny...

"Infirmary," Tyara orders, glaring at Lylia from over Lis' head. "Now. Before she makes a mess in here." Tsk - messy greenriders should be restricted to the feeding pens and their own weyrs.

Kariel mutters under his breath as he scuttles over... "You have no timing, Lis-dear." he declares quietly as his arms slips neath the short greenriders. "Tyara, support her on the otherside like a sweet girl, no?"

Kinecha is stunned. She just stands there watching as the others pick up the pregnant rider, not knowing what to do, or if she can be of any assistance.

Oh great. She gets to carry Lis by the feet - and here she was hoping she'd dangle from a rope. Oh well... "Fine, fine. Let's get /going/ already - this isn't part of my job," Tyara mutters, grabbing somewhere around Lis' calves. "Why don't you get the guard to do it - she's supposed to protect us from evil," the nanny snorts, glaring at Kinecha and then back at Kariel. "Move!"

Lis lets out a sudden 'Hey!' as she's hefted up into the air, snorting at Kariel's comment about her timing. "I like to see /you/ have a baby," growls the greenrider in Healer-boy's ear, trying to hide the grin that ensues at the mental image of him pregnant - and in labor. Kinecha's just lucky she's not part of this bedlam. "And hold up my butt! I'm... sagging!" wails the greenrider as she's carried off.

Deeper, darker, narrower... passages kink and twist into the Weyr.

Infirmary
Echoing and austere, blank stone walls are vaulted high to overshadow the row of white-curtained cots along the back wall. Ancient metal gleams steel-bright in the form of sinks and examination table, lit relentlessly by bright glows and reflecting the colours of bottles and jars shelved above. Padlocked cabinets hide the more dangerous drugs and implements, whilst healer paraphenalia litters one solid oak table with sweetly-fragranced herbs and tattered scrolls. A small hearth contains a fire usually banked low, several cauldrons set ready nearby to for heating water. A dark staircase twists up from one corner to the dragonhealer's lair; one low door leads into the lower caverns, another to weyrhealers' quarters. Barn-sized doors open inwards with creak of hinges from the ground weyr.
Comfortable on top of a cupboard are Sploink, Solo, Caerulus, Filia, Mercury, Aztek, and Moody.
You see Girta, Candidate Physical Board, and Da Physical Cot here.
You notice Donavan and Ehkotiah asleep here.
Obvious exits:
Ground Weyrs     Inner Caverns     Healers' Quarters

Kariel ducks in from the inner caverns.
Tyara ducks in from the inner caverns.

"Onto the cot..." Kariel declaes loudly, carrying his half of the greenrider to the cot and hastily departing. He has much to do. And little time. Cabinet doors are simply thrown open, and he plls out a gown and throws it towards Tyara... "Put this on her." /I/ have to redwort myself.

"Kariel, be careful," Tyara instructs - yes, she's the healer here, of course - as she eyes the young man. "Don't drop her, heavy as she might be!" And tempting as it might be to shatter the greenrider's brains around.... then again... "Me?!" Gown is caught, and the nanny eyes Lis on the cot. Lis, undres.. Quickly!" She's not helping.

Kinecha is still somewhat paralyzed. She's never been present at a birth before, so she has no idea what to do.

Lis snaps equably at both Healer and nanny, the rippling contractions and rather excruciating pain making her not the most congenial at the moment: "Oh, shut up - both of you! I can dress my ownself." And she does, leaning up in a mighty effort of abdominal muscles to wriggle out of her dress and shuck on the robe -- and just in time, as her face falls; a visual indicator of waters having broken. "Kariiiielll!" whines the greenrider, merrily soaking cot, patient robe and all.

That all including a very non-pleased looking head nanny. "Oh Lis! Excellent timing." Not even in her birth cramps can Tyara give the greenrider a little mercy - though despite her harsh words, a hand is extented in an offer to clutch at.

Kariel rolls his eyes promptly, continueing to scrub his hands in the sink. All clean and tidy, you know. "You're fine. You know that. You /have/ done this before, remember?" Smirk crosses his face as he grabs his listening tube, tossing it about his neck before nabbing towels and a scalpel, and dragging a table to the end of the cot: his post for the night.

"I, well, see..." Lis' tounge promptly catches, and she resignes herself to sulking and doing her best to breathe and weather the contractions - all the while staring wide-eyed at Kariel's bizzare and painful-looking Healer implements. The offered hand of Tyara's is snatched at, and the next, quick contraction results in a bone-crushing squeeze.

Tyara feels that bone-crushing squeeze, oh yes, and her pained grimace doesn't leave much to the imagination. Still, the nanny doesn't withdraw her hand, remembering how /nice/ it felt to let that anger - or is that labor for other women - be taken out on someone else.

Treneere pushes her way in from the ground weyrs.

Kinecha moves forward a bit. Fright and facination mingles as she watches the pains going through the rider. She not sure if it's prober, but she moves over to hold the rider's other hand.

Kariel sighs as he flshes a glowtube up... yonder, and bites his bottom lip. "You're almost completely dialated, Lis-love. Pretty soon, your contractions should change from pain into urges to push... Tell me when that happens?" Glowtube tossed onto the table, he reaches up and tries to discern the baby's positioning. A look to Kinecha and he furrows his brow, "Whatever are you doing here?"

Treneere bounds in, tailed oh-so-closely by a helpful bluerider. That is to say, the bluerider's trying to stop the girl, and save the world from a whole bunch of misery. Or whatever it is that seems to follow Tren. "Stoppit. Go away. Where's Lis?" She wonders loudly, to the infirmary at large.

Eyes moving to Kariel, Kinecha says, "erm, well, I thought I could help." Helpless as she is herself in this situation.

Lis has a regular audience, doesn't she? Between Kinecha and Trenny... Trenny? This thought is echoed aloud as she spots her fosterling, shooing the bluerider away. "It's alright - she's mine - C'mere, Trenny! You're about to become a sister again." Lucky her. The beam the greenrider gives the girl soon becomes a pained grimace to rival Tyara's, both hands squeezed now, whoever's they are. "Augh! I think that's /now/, Kariel."

Tyara casts one glance at Treneere - Faranth forbid children in here... - and then her glance jumps back to Lis, teeth grawing at her lips. "Kariel, get it over with!" As if he could decide everything.... yup.

Treneere considers this notion, and eyes fostermum's big belly. "I already have a sister. Even if she's mad at me. You mean /another/ sister. Where's she coming from? Ista? I've never had a sister from Ista." She offers a sweet little grin to Tyara. Nyah-nyah-nyah-boo-boo.

Kinecha's eyes grow bigger and bigger by the second. Having never been present at a birth, she just holds on to Lis' hand, not knowing what else to do.

Kariel is about blather on about people in /his/ Infirmary, and causing stress to the mother, when Lis declares her readiness. "As if I want this to be prolonged, Tyara." he insists, going down to his knees and assuming the position. "Alright, alright... now, next contraction, take a deep breath and push. Aim it down towards the cot beneath you. Not in front of you. Aim the pushes down." Yeah.

"Actually, ah, /no/, Trenny -- oosh." There's a contraction, breaking up Lis' dialogue like a hiccup. "Push?" is all the greenrider catches, and she aims... well, /out/. Faranth help the person on the recieving end. "Nnnf!" she half-grunts, half squeals, taking a panting break after that contraction to explain to her fosterling, "/This/ is where babies come from." And wouldn't Pyrene love Lis right now?

Pyrene certainly would - but not as much as Tyara seems to love Lis. Or rather, judging from her expression, the nanny wants to scream and shove the sprog back in where it came from. "Yes - remember and don't repeat," is muttered towards Treneere.

Treneere widens eyes and wrinkles nose. "No wonder they're so ugly. Doesn't that hurt? That looks like it does. I bet it hurts worse than even the time I bumped my shin and it got all purply and stuff. That was fun. I wish I was purple." She chatters on gaily, ignoring whatever it was EvilTyaraNannyNotAnymore said.

Lis rolls her eyes in exhasperations at Treneere's chatter, deciding it better to let the girl run off at the mouth as usual and answer only when there's a pause or a whine demanding one. Contractions ripple under the partially-wet robe, and the greenrider scrunches up her face in effort of the push, quickly going red.

One of the four milestones of pain down. The head is in the canal. Woo. But the shoulders... ohhh, this next push is going to hurt. But he doesn't mention that. "Good, good... now, give me a good, hearty push on this next one..." he insists, looking up to Lis optimistically...

Kinecha is not noticing the pain in her hand anymore, facinated as she is by this whole situation. She lays her other hand on top of Lis' to reasure her. If the rider even feels it, that is.

Lis does as she's told with a heroic effor, only to find she's got a much /larger/ bundle crammed into orfices that are supposedly elastic - but painfully so. The greenrider swears colorfully, no doubt scarring her fosterling's ears for life. "Trenny," she gasps out, "you didn't hear that."

"Aren't babies kinda...big?" Treneere's been thinking, it seems. And she knows some basic anatomy. "How'sit get out, Lis? And what's that mean? Is that the baby's name? It should be. It sounds neat. Why wouldn't I hear it? I'll have to call her it. Get to." The last is corrected happily.

Kariel nodnodnods approvingly. "Good. Now for the boring bit." Boring? Well. At least for the healer. "Keep pushing downwards." A wink to Treneere is given, as he offers sweetly, "Want to come see?" Instant birth control. Seeing a woman giving birth.

Lis mumbles something about this only being boring if you don't have it stuck inside you as she pushes down with a fiercly maternal growl. Hand-squeezers beware, for she's giving her all with this push -- the sooner the sprog is dropped, the better. "Pshh! Kariel! She doesnt... need... to see that!" Talk about seeing your foster-mom from a different angle.

Treneere receives Kariel's suggestion with a delighted yelp. "Yes!" She leaps from her hovering-next-to-Lis place, and edges around to the Other End. "Why's it boring? Doesn't look boring. Is that her head? Can we please name her--" Enter that set of colorful explatives earlier uttered by Lis. "--please? That sounded neat. Better'n all my names."

"We are /not/ naming her..." Lis' string of expletives is cut off by another contraction, and another push, panting to inform her fosterling, "And don't let Pyrene hear you say that, or she'll send you home." Nothing like the threat of deportation to add some weight to her commands.

Treneere isn't afraid of Pyrene anymore. "Why not?" wonders bratling earnestly. "It's neat. Really neat. And kinda pretty, if you rearrange some of the sy...sy...synonyms. Ooh..." She pauses to stare earnestly. "It moved. That's her head, isn't it?" That question hasn't been answered yet.

Kariel chuckles and nods, grabbing his glowtube and shining it up... there. Wow. Not the reaction he had expected. "Yes, that's the head... which should be out in a couple of pushes. Would you like to hand me a towel from over there, Trenny?" Might as well let her help. Hey. Maybe it'll inspire her to heal. Yeah.

Lis whimpers and whines, pushing down - forward - /out/ as she starts to tire of this whole baby-bearing process. "Am I suppose to pant yet?" wonders the greenrider breathlessly before another contraction interrupts, and she gives another heroic push with another set of colorful expletives involving the father - C'ran - and some interesting physical impossibilities.

Treneere is biddable enough at this moment. "Towel," she affirms, and scampers off to fetch it, handing it over quickly enough.  "Hey!" she comments back to Lis's newest outburst. "That's even better. Minus all those 'C'ran's."

Kariel blinks. Whoa. He didn't know it wasn't another D'renn spawn, you know. Ah well. "Pant whenever you wish to... it's not necessary. It just usually ends up making the mother feel... humiliated." Eheh. Crown pushes against the portal to the outside world before her muscles relx, and he nods... "One more push, and the head'll be out. Now be a dear and hand me the squeegee, Trenny. It's on the table. Next to the glowtube and the scalpel."

Lis peers at Kariel, in stunned fascination, as she takes a deep breath and /pushes/ the mother of all pushes on the next contraction, this newest curse called upon Catia and /her/ advice to pant. Of course, there was the residual enjoyment of D'renn following suit and looking silly. After this push, she slumps back, not bothering to peer at what's being stuck up where.

Treneere fetches squeegee, eyeing it first curiously, and then hads it over to Kariel. "Lis, you're great. I bet I couldn't even spell 'em. Which one do you want to name her as? I like 'em. I think there's already a Catia here, though...maybe that one that came right before?"

Kariel chuckles as he catches the head with the towel, and looks up to Lis quickly and offering the consolation of, "Only one more big push, Lis!" The most painful, but the last one. The shoulders. Mmmph. Boy, is Kare glad he's not a girl right now. Never has to go through this. Although when Siannen spawns... Kare might be hurting more than she is. The girl's violent, I say. Squeegee is set nearby... don't need that until said baby is /out/.

Almost feeling the pain of the greenrider, Kinecha decides right then and there, that she'll /never/ have children of her own. This is not something she wishes to experience on her own body.

"One more, eh? And to think, queens do this some thirty times over..." Lis murmurs dreamily, quite numb to pain from a thorough exposure and loopy from exhaustion. "Just... one... more," she strains through gritted teeth as she works every uterine muscle she can move voluntarily, letting out a primordial noise before relaxing back onto the cot, informing Kariel primily, "You can take the rest of it out. /I'm/ finished."

Kariel laughs at that statement, placing his hand on the baby's back and drawing it forth. Once the shoulders are out, it's all smooth sailing. Opening the baby's mouth while cradling the child with the other hand, he squeegees out gunk and muck before a resounding cry is heard throughout the room. "It's a girl, Lis."

Kinecha smiles, still squeezing Lis' hand. "Congratulations, Lis," she manages to say. Forgetting that her hand is still in Lis', she watches the baby in rapt fascination, thinking that the newborn really aren't all that pretty, with blood and such covering her body.

"Thanks," Lis murmurs vacantly, watching the new baby with a hint of bemusement, arms held out for whenever they decide to place the swathed, red and screaming bundle in her arms. "A girl. Whose name will be /Cerise/," she informs Treneere sternly, though her lips belie her amusement at the girl's more... uh, unique name suggestions.

Treneere looks a bit disappointed at the baby's entrance. "She's ugly," announces the girl. "Like Pyrene's dragon." And Faranth knows Trenny can't stand the looks of Cadgwith. "She doesn't deserve an interesting name, anyhow. Cerise."

Lylia ducks in from the inner caverns.

Kariel chuckles... "One sec... gotta get her cleaned up first, Lis. Unless you want to hold this bloody mess." Even Kare finds it icky. He's only holding the baby because /he/ has a smock on. Yay for smocks. "Lylia! Good timing. Care to cut the umbilical cord?" Wink.

"Lylia!" Lis summons the energy to greet her favorite brownrider, too drained enough to wave but still managing a beam to outshine Rukbat. "Oh, right, right - clean her up." One hand waves at Kariel, and she gives Treneere a disapproving look which is spoiled by her giddy giggle over Lylia cutting her umbilical cord. "Now... /Trenny/. You looked like this, once a long time ago."

"Uh... Um... What?" Blinkblink. Lylia strides in, ever-so-worried about the dearest Lis. She even managed to escape her stupor and get the guts to /enter/ the infirmary. Where there's blood and ick and such. But she quickly skitters over to Lis's side, playing the concerned and doting friend. "Um... /Umbilical/ cord?" Blinkblink.

Kinecha sighs, and massages her hand, which is quite sore from the squeezing. "Cerise..." she mumbles. Beautiful name. She stands, straightening her back, "well, I should really get back to Headquarters," the guard recruit says. "Thank you, Lis, for letting me be here," she continues, looking to the proud mother.

Kariel holds bloodynasty but utterly adorablybrat in the crook of his arm, gesturing to the scalpel as he takes the cord, pointing to a spot. "Just slice right here."

Treneere frowns at Lis. "No," she asserts, "I didn't." She was probably smaller, for one thing.

Kanami appears from the healers' quarters.

Lis pouts softly as she's deprived of her child still longer, peering over at Kinecha with a small word of thanks, and a sincere apology for the damage she's done to her hand. People really should be more careful when they give their hands to women in labor... Sprog-free (for a good long time, and possibly /forever/), the greenrider sits back to watch with amusement Lylia's cutting the umbilical cord. "Did too. I'll ask Pyrene," she shoots back to Trenny, deciding the matter for the time being.

Kanami steps in quietly, keeping back as she realises she's walked in on something quite involved.

"Well, I'll get going," Kinecha says, ambling toward the exit. "She's beautiful, Lis," she says before leaving for the benefit of her duties.
Kinecha wrenches open the double doors that lead outside.

"Bu-bu-but I-I-I..." Lylia attempts to get /something/ out, staring at the scapel as if it were some sort of diseased parasite sent from the depths of the 'Reaches ice, meant to leer and torment her like... well, a bluerider. Timidly picking it up, she eyes the child as if it were some sort of alien. Mulder, help! "/Slice/?" That sounds bad.

"Pyrene wasn't...oh, yeah." Treneere neverminds. "Mum said she made a rare visit home just in time for me to be born." So Pyrene is the incriminating evidence. Alas. "I'll be she'll just say I was ugly to be spiteful."

Kanami moves forward just a bit - the 'Reaches oldest Senior Apprentice has arrived, you all.  "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Eyes roll back into his head as he urges Lylia on. "Yes, yes. Right there. Like a good girl. The sooner you cut it, the soner I can clean her up and give her to her mommy. Isn't that right, beautiful? Yes, it is..." Coo. Swoon. He's a big tall baby freak. [Kariel]

"Eekeekeekeekeeekeekeekeek...," Lylia mutters, practically whimpering as she limply holds the scapel. She stares at it for a moment more before edging closer. She'd close her eyes, but wielding sharp objects blind is typically bad. "Here goes." With a breath, she manages to slice the umbilical cord, wincing all the while. Poor kiddo.

Kanami had noted Lylia's trepidation and nearly decided to take the cutting implement from her hand and step in as a healer, but Lylia managed to suck it in and make that cut.  Kanami smiles encouragingly from just behind the group.

The baby is offically unphased. "Good, good Lylia." Kariel notes with a chuckle, quickly moving to tie off both ends of the cut. Don't want mother or baby bleeding to death you know. "And Senior apprentice, wait for the afterbirth, eh?" while I clean the tyke. Swoon. You can get the nasty stuff. Ahh, the priviledge of rank.

Zai pushes her way in from the ground weyrs.

A nod, and Kanami is right there.  Nevermind her age is nearly twice that of Kariel, rank comes first.  "Yes, Journeyman," she says as she moves to get some extra clean cloths and wait. Learning as she goes, she adds, "I haven't assisted in this part of the birthing process before.  How long does it usually take for the afterbirth to present itself?"

"Where's my /baaaaaby?" comes the querelous whine from Lis, knewly-knotted and hot and sweaty and bloody, and, to top it all off, /whiney/. She sulks childishly - providing a terrible example for the present Trenny - and peers over at Lylia with a sympathetic, 'I really didn't mean to make you slice through parts of my body' glance in the meantime.

Kanami smiles, and in a soothing voice she's learned, murmurs to Lis, "Kariel just has to clean it up.. wrap it up all nice and warm."

Zai flounces into the infirmary. She's heard things. As she spots Lis and the crowd, she squeals. "Oooh, they were /right/!" She has good informers, apparently. "Congrats Lis!" Brownrider stays a safe distance from the new mother though. Who knows, pregnancy could be contagious.

That's a liiiiiittle more 'up close and personal' with Lis than Lylia would like. Really. Shuddering and stepping as far back as she can with one step, she practically dives next to/behind the rider. Whimper. Hide her. "She's pretty, Lis," she attempts cautiously. Better safe than scared.

And now, clean and sparklie, Kariel rewraps the little bundle of attention and brings it to the greenrider with a chuckles. "Here we go... all clean and happy and waiting for her mommy." And there goes that abominable baby voice again. Coochiecoo.

Treneere is, luckily, not there to notice her idol's lapse into petulance. Uglybaby gets another scowl, and then the girl's off to find her stuffed canine.

Treneere wrenches open the double doors that lead outside.

Aww... Lis' is surrounded by wingmates and family (such as it is) and takes on that glow of new motherhood quite easily. "Oh, isn't she just? Looks just like me... except for that hair..." Such as it is, a dark fuzzy mat that somehow is identified as Not Hers. The greenrider reaches out with a heavy sigh for her child - she's only carried it around for the past nine months - before peering at Kariel and demanding, "So, are you going to take care of this afterbirth stuff or what?" /Sheesh/.

And so Lis brought another bundle of joy into the world: a baby girl, Cerise, daughter of her and C'ran. (Yet another blueriding weyrlingmaster...)