Living Caverns
The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.
Tucked into a glowlit niche are Cosentia, Bow-Wow, Lox, Kynance, Nocturno, Dratini, Kageen, Ghost, Maeva, Yolk, Bloop, and Cray.
You see Fantastic Triple Layer Bubbly Surprise, Tsunami Banner, Old Auntie sit-by-the-fire, Fluffernut, Kali, Pooky, Dustina, Nali, Brat, Ella, and Azlan here.
Akira is here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl     Kitchens     Inner Caverns     Crafting Area

Akira looks up as Lis enters, holding his stuffed gold firelizard, Goldie, close to him. "Hallo."

Kaelen walks in from the Central Bowl.
Stryker walks in from the Central Bowl.

Alymath> From above the bowl, Druseth heads in from above the lake.
Alymath> From above the bowl, Druseth drops down towards the Bowl.

Kaelen wanders over and pours himself some klah.  He sits down by the others and nods a greeting as he sips.

You notice Stryker looking at you.

Akira ughs as Kaelen gets klah. What pleasure do people get out of tree bark? He goes to get a bubbly pie.

Lylia walks in from the Central Bowl.

It's afternoon, so Lis is not only awake, she's /alert/. "G'afternoon. Whatcha got there?" Her head nods in the direction of Akira's gold-looking thing as she makes her rounds by the klah-pot and cookie tray.

You notice Kaelen looking at you.

Kaelen
Kaelen is an average height, neither too short or too tall. His short, light brown hair has some blond streaks and falls to just below his ears and is slightly messy. Light green eyes peer out of a face that is neither tan nor pale. All in all, he is quite nondescript. However, his smile warms his features to something approaching handsome.
Kaelen is wearing a dark green sweater and black trous. Worn but comfortable black leather boots are on his feet and a new black and blue shoulder ties indicates his new status as a High Reaches Weyrfolk. A thin gold chain is around his neck and his traveling pouch is slung over his left shoulder.
He is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
 traveling pouch                         thin gold chain
Kaelen is 22 Turns, 7 months, and 26 days old.

Kaelen nods at the newest arrivals

Stryker
You see a rather young looking man. He looks to be about 6 feet tall, dark brown hair, with light blue eyes. He looks to weigh somewhere in the range of 130-190lbs. His muscles show through his shirt slightly, yet he has a slightly overhanging belly.
He has a light green shirt on, with black pants. He has a dark blue jacket tied around his waist.
He is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Carrying:
 Jacket
Stryker is 16 Turns and 14 days old.

Aubrey arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Trundling, Lylia is certainly /not/ awake, coppery hair a mess as she mumbles to herself. Tromping towards the hearth, and Klah, the Almighty Waker-Uper, the young woman gives Lis a tired wave. "'Lo." Sleeeep. Shardin' Druseth woke up somewhat /cheerful/.

Kaelen nods at Aubrey.  Glances as Akira ughs.  Kaelen rather likes klah, but that's just him.  He observes Lylia shuffling around with some amusement.

Stryker smiles. "G'day.

Akira hugs Goldie closer. "This is my gold..." He leans over to whisper something to Lis. "...firelizard, Goldie."
Akira whispers, "stuffed"

In from the lower caverns and pause to survey the inhabitants: This is Aubrey's living cavern ritual. Perhaps something of a sigh escapers her upon discovering that there's actually a decent number of folks within, but she slips within anyway, bent on obtaining food.

Lis tends to find coming into the living cavern mostly-awake is a good idea, waggling pink-gloved fingers at Lylia all friendly-like. What's it to her if a certain browriding wingmate looks like she's got one foot in the grave? "Ahh..." the greenrider whispers back to Akira, nodding her head sagely. She's been there, done that.

Stryker yawns.

Kaelen downs his mug of klah with amazing speed.  He goes to pour a second mug, accidently bumping into Aubrey.  "Eep!  Sorry about that."

Akira notices the 'th' at the end of a name. Dragonriders...nothing new, really. He walks to Lylia. "Excuse me, miss?"

Stryker looks bored.

Aubrey, acidentally bumped in to, turns about with a wintry cool blink. "As well you should be," is her reply, put forth with pursed lips as she regards this fair haired young man. She wields her plate a moment just before finding the requisite greens-and-wherry.

With a night-skulking dragon, Lylia might as well be the walking dead. Then they'd match better. Nearly tripping over her boots, the dark clad Lylia attempts to wave, but the effort fails. Klaaaaah. Fumbling, she manages to snag a mug and clutch the pitcher. "Hrm?" Blinking, she twists around, hoping an actual person is talking to her, not just a voice in her head. Akira. Ah.

Finding herself a nice, empty corner - conveniently by the cookies, of course - to sit in, Lis escapes the usual bedlam of the cavern to enjoy her new favorite pastime - dunking cookies in klah. Ah, well... simply joys for simple minds.

Kaelen starts with surprise at Aubrey's perceived rudeness.  Starts to speak, fails.  Tries again.  "So, are you always this charming?"  He winces as that comes out with sarcasm dripping from it.  He probably just should've kept his mouth shut.  He turns away from her and, taking the pitcher and mug from Lylia, pours her some klah and hands the mug back to her.

Stryker smiles at Aubrey.  "Hello.

Akira says, "Um...do you know of purple dragons?"

Aubrey replies to Kaelen, without bothering to look back after the departing fellow or acknowledge the sarcasm or anything. "Always." With her bland meal collected, she ventures to stray from tradition and claim a roll, too, settling it along with the rest on her plate. Stryker gets a look... and that's all as she finds a relatively secluded seat for herself.

Eep! A quick glare is directed at Kaelen, before Lylia melts back into happiness. Not taking her dear klah, helping her from missing while attempting to pour. "T'ank ya..." Sleepiness still present, she turns to stare at Akira with a puzzled jade gaze. Too early for her to make sense of this. "P'rple drag'ns? There's no such thing..."

Stryker smiles, and turns away.

"Maybe he means a purple-ish dragon?" Lis offers helpfully from her small sweetner-fest in the corner. "They do come in lots of colors..." She knows from experience; her's is kinda pink.

Edaeyn arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Kaelen smiles at Edaeyn.  "Morning."

Stryker is thinking.

Kaelen hmms.  "Or is it afternoon now?"

Aubrey has finished eating and is, thus, on her way out already. She pauses just at the exit, weighing the chill without against maintaining the chill within, and then shoves her hands down in to her pockets and braves the snow to depart.
Aubrey exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Stryker desides to try again.  He walks over to Aubrey, and smiles.  "Hello ma'am.  How are you today?

Edaeyn nods and smiles in greeting.  "Afternoon, I believe."

"Tiareth is kinda purple." Lylia just continues with a tired shrug. Letting the aroma waft around her, she takes her first, tentative klah sip, becoming /somewhat/ awake.

Kaelen steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.

Minako arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Minako heads north into the redolent depths of the kitchens.
Minako comes out of the kitchens, the smell of fresh baking following just behind.

Lis gestures with her klah mug at Lylia. "See? There you go... purple dragon." Of course, the person in question with the purple-dragon problem isn't here. No matter. The greenrider's got cookies and klah. Who could ask for anything more?

Minako blinks and hears the words 'purple dragon', then scurries over to the general area of Lis and Lylia. "Purple dragon? What'd'ya know about a purple dragon?" She's desperate. Help the poor child.

"Nothin'. Just there's no /purple/ purple dragon, 'at doesn't exist. But some are kinda purple. Tiareth is kinda purple." Lylia gives a little post-klah ramble, her brain cells charging up. "But Tiareth is /large/. Why does everyone wanna know about purple dragons?!" Something that doesn't exist sure is popular.

Edaeyn buries her head in her hands.  Purple dragons again?

Minako settles herself into a chair. "I wanna know 'bout the purple dragon 'cause it tried to eat my brother, and her..or his..rider stole out cots. Me'n 'kira saw it."

"Odd... even for here," Lis comments thoughtfully between bites of soggy cookies, mulling this over before asking with a pair of raised brows, "Was the rider a he or a she?"

Lylia stares indignantly at Minako. "Dragons don't eat people!" Well... Swawa can be an exception. "And riders stealing cots? /Purple/?" That's what she's stuck on. Another klah sip, and she continues. "Was it kinda purple, like purple shaded, or really purple." Cookies attacking people... That she can believe. But purple dragons?

Edaeyn cocks an eyebrow at Lylia.  "Whyever not, when they seem to have every intention of flaming them?"  Is this a joke, or meant sourly?  Hard to tell.

Minako shrugs slightly. "Kinda purplish-reddishy-gold." Ookay. That made a lot of sense. "And I dunno if it was a he or a she. Couldn't tell. You'd haf'ta ask Akira, 'cause he got a better look at'im..or her. Whoever."

Minako releases Cloud, who launches into the air.

Lis slumps back in her seat dejectedly. Takes too many braincells to work things like this out, with only a mug of klah to go on. Propping her boots up on the table in front of her, she rocks her chair back on its hindlegs comfortably. /This/ is how you spend an afternoon.

Stryker smiles, and walks over to Edaeyn.  "Helo.

Edaeyn glances up to Stryker and inclines her head.  "Afternoon."

Lylia shoots a dark glare at Edaeyn. "People do something called /joke around/. Try it." Now she just wants to go out and snuggle her dragon... People are bad. "Reddish-gold? Not Chayath! And not Tiareth. Not any of the queens, I would think. But what else would be gold?" Lylia pauses for a moment, klah-ridden confusion. "This's weird."

Cloud chirps perturbedly from Minapet's shoulder, his head peeking out from her brown locks. All the people, and no attention.

Minako shrugs. "I dunno. I'm beginning to think Akira may have been hallu..hallucenating?..about the purple dragon, and that the rider may have just been a weyrbrat dressed up. I dunno."

At last.  A sane solution.  Edaeyn toasts Minako before sipping at her juice.

Stryker smiles.  "So how are you today?

"Probably." That's the only good idea Lylia can think of. "Lotsa things up here don't make sense, but that's just too bizarre." Even for her.

Edaeyn shrugs one shoulder, measuring her answer in her mind a moment before she speaks.  "I'm well," she says.  "And yourself?"

Minako nods. "Yup. Now I just gotta find out who did it."

Stryker says, "I am doing fine."

Edaeyn toasts him for no discernable reason.  "Good."

Stryker has lust in his eyes.

Edaeyn ** blinks.

Stryker smiles largely, "So, what are your plans today?

Cloud chirps and launches off Minapet's shoulder, and glides to Edaeyn's head. Don'chu think I'm cute?

Stryker chuckles at the sight.

Klaaaaah. For Lylia, that /is/ happiness. Well, second to wine. And cookies. Plait bouncing, the young woman trails over to Lis, looking pleadingly at the nearby cookies. "C'I have some?"

"Of course," Lis chirps brightly back at Lylia, handing a whole tray over in her direction. After all, the rest of the cavern doesn't need that many cookies, right?

Stryker leans over and whispers intp Edaeyn's ear.  "You are kinda cute.

Cloud chirps and curls up on Edaeyn's head. She'll see the light..eventually. Maybe. Hopefully.

Edaeyn is chuckling at the firelizard, head tipped slightly in an attempt to see up at him, when Stryker speaks.  "Hmm?  You're a terrible liar," she says dryly.

Stryker frowns, "Now come on.  Would I lie to you?
Stryker grins.

Cloud settles himself right against the foremost part of the top of Edaeyn's head, and drapes his neck in front of her forehead so she can see 'im. Ain't he just the cutest?

Edaeyn shrugs her shoulders.  "I don't know that you would.  All I know is that happens not to be true, hmm?  This, though ..."  She indicates Cloud.  "This is cute."

And riders do, of course. More than brats... They're bigger, y'see. Lylia beams happily at Lis, accepting the tray with a hungry stare. A cookie is immediately popped in her mouth, before she peers at her klah, then a cookie. To dunk? Perhaps.

Cloud chirps! Finally, some recognition. Yes, he is indeed cute. And when he grows up, he'll be a handsome-hunting-firelizard.

Lis watches Lylia, adding a helpful hint impetuously. "Dunk it. It's /good/." Just like tunnelsnake stew is good too... The next cookie put to her lips is dry, since cookie bits are starting to accumulate in her drink.

Stryker frowns again,  "I would never lie to you.  Some would say what you say, but I can see the true beauty within.

Stryker smiles.
Stryker smiles, "And he is cute too.

Edaeyn arches a brow at him.  "Well, on the last point, I'll agree with you.  They're more trouble than they're worth, though."  Liulfr chitters innocently.  Who, him?

Minako giggles at her little blue, and sips at her klah, looking from Lylia's plate of cookies to her plate of cookies, then at her stuffed flit. "Well...she's eaten enough. My cookies." Gleefully, she grabs a cookie and dunks it, then eats it. Yum.

Qarien arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Qarien exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Stryker chuckles,  "Apparentyl you have no self esteem.  I feel bad.  But I dont lie.  I think you are rather attractive.

Edaeyn studies her juice.  "Oh, I have plenty of self-esteem.  It just happens to extend to my abilities, not my looks."

"Dunk." Lylia gives a curious nod, and dips the cookie in klah, taking a bite, tentatively. "Pretty good!" And another goes in. Certainly a nice way to eat 'em. "Does Alymath like klah-dunked cookies?"

Stryker says, "Well, I like you.  I know that I am not good looking, but hey.  Who cares.  And another thing,.......blah........blah......yak....yak...yak....and furthermore, err.....i think you sexy."

Minako  * spews her milk.
Edaeyn ** blinks.
Lylia *chokes, too, and pats Minako on the back.
Minako  * blinks. Okay, I'm /way/ to young to be corrupted like this.
Kynance *eats popcorn and doesn't choke. I'm not easily shocked.

Edaeyn blinks at him once, twice, does a double-take to see if he's still there.  "So I see," she says neutrally, turning her attention to her juice.

Minako  *....isn't used to things like this. So I spew my milk.
Lylia *isn't easily shocked either... But come on, Lylia just woke up, IC and IRL. :)

Stryker trips over his own feet.
Stryker gets up.
Stryker rubs the bump on his head.

"Erm..." Lylia doesn't need to know what's going on outside her happy cookie-dunking world. Any sounds that filter in are ignored in favor of cookies. Yummy, heart-stopping cookies.

Stryker brushes himself off, and looks around to see if anyone noticed his accident.

Edaeyn keeps her head bent over her juice, hiding her expression as she reaches for a cookie.

Lis hums thoughtfully at the mention of her lifemate. "She might. I think her taste is more mature now, thought." Yeah, strictly male dragons. "Sriath likes cookies, I hear," she gossips shamelessly.

Stryker squats down to see her expression.  "you alright?

Minako blinks. "Dragons like cookies?" So why can't she feed'em to Cloud?

Stryker grabs the biggest cookie, and gives it to Edaeyn.  "Here you go.

Edaeyn blinks at him again.  "I might ask the same of you.  Nasty bump there."

Stryker smiles, "I'll be fine.

"Sriath likes all sweets." Lylia giggles softly, memory of a few resulting incidents. "But I'm sure Alymath does have other... tastes.. on her mind." The grin turns to a full-fledged smirk. Yes, Druseth once suffered from those tastes. "More for us, though."

Edaeyn nods briskly.  "As I thought.  Good."

Stryker whispers to Edaeyn, "Do you want to go somewhere and talk?

All it takes in a mention of the flight for Lis to groan. "Ugh, tell me about it. Or better yet, don't." This requires another cookie, of course, to stifle bad memories. "Yeah, more for us."

Edaeyn raises an eyebrow up at him.  "Anything wrong with here?"
 

Minako continues to munch her cookie, making sure to keep an eye on 'Cloud'. No one has to know she's watching Stryker..that guy's just wrong.

Stryker is thinking of a reason.

"Very good." Munch, munch. Lylia peers at the tray. "'Course we rarely run out of cookies... The brats would riot. And the riders."

Minako burbles quietly, and munches on her klah-rainbow cookie, looking about the room, then yawning. "Well..I've got to get some sleep. G'day, all." Sleepy. Very sleepy.

Minako calls to Cloud, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

Stryker was daydreaming.

Minako goes home.

Stryker smiles, "So....

Edaeyn nods after Minako and Cloud.  "So?"

Stryker whispers to Edaeyn, "meet me at the Flying mug, Reose table, in five min.  I trust you will come."  Stryker kisses Edaeyn's cheek and heads toward the door.

Stryker exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Edaeyn ** blinks.

D'renn strides in from the Central Bowl.

Tyara arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

D'renn stalks into the caverns, wearing not-leathers, and with something pink sticking out of his pocket.

Tyara, Ko'en and E'rp emerge from the inner caverns. "...don't remember, you have to... oh, D'renn!" The nanny's face lights up in a - diabolic? - smile as she spots the Weyrlingmaster. "Ready yet?"

"I'm ready." D'renn replies, scowling. "Let me just get a bucket and some sweetsand and some vinegar... I'm going to need whatever I can find, to deal with the mess Ko'en left his couch in."

Edaeyn blinks up at the doings just wandered into her midst.
 

"What's going on?" Blinkblink. Lylia's an innocent, cookie-eating byestander. "D'renn?" The mention of Ko'en makes her shudder, then moreso as she notices him... Ohhhh dear. Still.. "Tyara!"

Lis nudges Lylia gently with an elbow, whispering conspiratorially to her wingmate, "D'renn's going to clean stuff. With /the/ boxers." What stuff isn't necessarily important, of course.

Tyara smiles sweetly. "Water, D'renn. And the boxers. Nothing else." Those were her rules afterall. "Oh, why g've 'im water, Tyara?" Ko'en protests, scowling at the Weyrlingmaster. "He deserves it!" "Because I say so! Otherwise he'll ruin the boxers..." Tyara sends D'renn another sweet smile, sparing a wink for Lylia and Lis.

"Awww, and I liked those boxers." Pout. Still, the faintest of smiles creeps up Ly's face. "But this has to be amusing... Does he get an audience?" She'd pay good marks for this.

"Forget it then," D'renn tells Tyara rudely, /glaring/ at Ko'en. "There's no way that couch is getting clean with just water, and you want me to do a proper job for the next Weyrling to have that couch, don't you?" he challenges. "After all, it could be you." And wouldn't D'renn just delight in doing that?

Tyara can't help a smirk from spreading on her face. "I don't think Pyrene'd appreciate losing an assistant again, so don't think of doing it just to punish me," the nanny points out, moving towards the exit with a very reluctant Ko'en dragged after her. "Alright, use sweetsand then..."

"/And/ vinegar," D'renn stresses, disappearing for a moment into the kitchens, and returning with a bucket with a couple of pots tucked into it. "Ko'en smells." That's a statement of fact, not an insult.... "So are you all coming to watch, then?"

"I should hope he gets an audience," Lis mutters half to herself, half to Lylia, nonchalantly dunking a cookie into her klah. She's aloof and above all this pettiness. Right.

"O'course they are!" Ko'en sounds very sure of this, and is even so on top of things he makes the mistake of 'incidentally placing' his hand on Tyara's rear. Whack. Watch a nanny-hand crush a ditto rider-brat one. "Let's /go/, then. D'renn?" Tyara gestures for him to go first.

"Or else." Lylia needs her entertainment. The weyrlingmaster gets a sympathetic look... Not /too/ sympathetic, mind you. "And no tight trousers now." Is that a gernal moan of sadness from all in the Weyr?

Michel arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Michel absently drops a stack of record hides on a table as he limps past it to get a mug of klah and something to eat.

D'renn gestures wordlessly to his loose woollen trousers as he looks at Lylia... then he's off into the cold, with his bucket of cleaning stuff and the boxers tossed in on top.

D'renn exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Tyara exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Lylia exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

There's more comments from the peanut gallery - aka, Lis - at Lylia's last comment. "I swear, he brings it upon himself..." Demurely, and still carrying a cookie, she follows the motely crew outside.

Bundle up 'gainst snow or sun! The bowl is open to seasons' wrath.
Central Bowl
Seven spindles brush the clouds -- quite literally -- overhead, a jagged, spired cotillion grey-stoned majesty. The bowl from here is expansively large, extending a full half mile in both directions, and although sometimes a bit of a stretch, most of the hubs of activity can be easily observed. Hard-packed ground shows the common pathways, all of them meandering about the craggy bunch of boulders that form a centerpiece: carven, hand-worn and foothold-full, it gives a bit of centerpoint to the otherwise vast emptiness of the area.
To the north lie the hatching grounds and leadership weyrs, while the lows of herdbeasts mark the feeding pens to the northeast. A flurry of ever-present activity marks the living caverns to the west, and another time-traveled path the ground weyrs just adjacent to the southwest. Southeast, a glint of blue shows the lake, glittering and cold.
Obvious exits:
Pens     Northern Bowl     Caverns     Ground Weyrs     Lakeside

Pyrene is watching brats, but she eyes the sudden exodus with interest and then follows. Brats in tow. Obviously.
Meandering further 'neath spires' watchful spikes, you head north.

Northern Bowl
Obvious exits:
Training Grounds     Council Rooms     Sands     Jr Queens' Weyrs     Central Bowl

Lylia is pushed east by the wind, heading towards the Weyrling grounds.
Pyrene wanders in from across the bowl.
Pyrene is pushed east by the wind, heading towards the Weyrling grounds.

Watch your head! Weyrlings are not known for their flight skills.
Training Grounds
Obvious exits:
Weyrling Barracks     Northern Bowl     Corrals     Up

Pyrene heads 'neath the immense arches and into the barracks.
You head through the immense cavern opening.

Weyrling Barracks
The large covered entryways open into two immense U-shaped caverns that stretch back deep into the rock of the cliffside.  Glow baskets lining the cavern walls cast a soft light dispelling the shadows and illuminating the home of all High Reaches weyrlings.  Stone couches, some smaller for the greens and blues and some, for bronzes and the occasional gold, so large they have to be climbed into, rise up to loom over the walkways of well-packed dirt.
Along the walls nearest the entrances, shelves and pegs sport several sets of leathers and various books and tools needed when teaching and practicing; crates and supplies also take up residence in various nooks and crannies.  Toward the back, a large, man-dug pool for use by the dragonets and their lifemates and several large containers kept full of fresh meat serve as conveniences for the busy residents of these barracks.
Crammed shelf-high twixt leather and awels are Vedra, Dana, Litza, Pyk, Larson, Primavera, and Raksha.
You see Weyrling Progress Record and Dragon Wing here.
D'renn, Tyara, Lylia, and Pyrene are here.
Obvious exits:
Staff Office     Bowl     Couches

D'renn shivers as he comes into the empty barracks - they're high and echoing and completely without heating other than the warmth of the large bathing pool. "Brrrr." D'renn heads to fill his bucket, tucking the pink cloth ready into his right hand.

Pyrene manages to hustle the brats she brought with her into some semblance of an orderly audience. If D'renn has problems with them being in here... well he should have thought of that before. "Is this what I think it is?" she asks Tyara hopefully.

Ahhh, what was once home sweet home. Lylia saunters in, sadly peering about. No crowds of dragons and weyrlings about. "Is this from the...?" It has to be, doesn't it? Her jade gaze shifts to Pyrene, curiously. Hmmm.

Ko'en and E'rp, wide smirks on their faces, take a stand near Barbarianth's former couch. "C'mon D'renn, wash it all!" Tyara nods to Pyrene, keeping back a little. Let the brats torture D'renn on this one.

D'renn has an audience. Grrr.... Hopping up into Barbarianth's ex-couch, his first job is to remove the rather mouldy rushes... from the middle of which he tosses a green sock. "Yours, Ko'en?" the weylingmaster asks facetiously as he carries the rushes in a great stinking armload past his audience and out to the midden.

Lis needs her own little peanut gallery if she's going to make comments from it, so the greenrider hops onto the edge of the nearest couch, still nibbling on the cookie she's 'borrowed' from the living cavern. Not for very much longer, either, as the foul stench of the couch wafts over. Oof.

Oh, Donny boy.... the brats, the brats are calling.... The chant of 'Donny! Donny!' has started up from the children again and Pyrene just watches, smirking in delight. "Oh, D'renn... you do it so well... Although I should have known you'd have an affinity for... such things."

Ewwww. The stench of Barbarianth's couch makes Lylia wince, the brownie cowering as she retreats to the edge of what was once Ozth's couch. Nice and clean... Unlike /certain/ blueriders. The sock gets a raised eyerbrow. "The brats never learn about taking care of their belongings, eh?"

D'renn /glares/ at Pyrene, and hops back into the couch. "I really don't know to know what you were doing to get it this messy, Ko'en..." D'renn grumbles, slopping vinegar everywhere - at least the acid smell is better than Ko'en's ancient aromas. D'renn scowls again, and leans over the couch with that pink thing clenched in his hand, scrubbing away.

Pyrene looks a trifle prim at Lylia's comment. "We /try/ to teach them..." she notes. "Some are just intractable..." She raises her voice then to call out to the Weyrlingmaster. "Come now, D'renn... you should be taking care that they don't get in that state. I check the cot rushes in the nurseries /every/ day." Preen.

Tyara just leans quietly against the wall a little away from the others - and the stench. Of the couch, not the others. "D'renn, you missed a spot!" E'rp's voice is triumphant as it rings out, and Ko'en's soon follows: "And nu-uh, that's E'rp's sock! Barbarianth chew'd on it but di'n like it so he spit it out again!"

"You should've taught Ko'en better while he was in the nurseries!" D'renn retorts to Pyrene, coughing then at the smell of vinegar. Leaving the pink lump of boxers (with something perhaps suspiciously concealed inside?) stranded in the middle of the couch, he grabs sweetsand and adds that to the mess. "I am going to need a long bath after this," he complains though gritted teeth, scrubbing away once more.

"Now, Pyrene..." Lis chides from her perch atop a couch. "It's not really his fault." Someone's got to stick up for D'renn, don't they? And after all, Pyrene's inherently evil. Leaning backwards towards fresher air, she swings her legs over the edge happily. Now this is entertainment.

"I would offer to scrub your back, but I just can't stand that drench of... vinegar, D'renn," comes the sweet offer from Tyara, the nanny smirking openly, although hidden in the semi-shadows.

"You're the weyrlingmaster... We're you supposed to teach us responsibility, too?" Lylia gives a sugary-sweet grin to him. She's not really against him... Just amused. "It's amazing /any/ of us could remain in here." The couch gets a disgusted sniff... Not a good idea. "We're allll gonna need long baths after this." Too near, really.

D'renn cheers up. "Well, if you're not enjoying this, you can just /leave/," he points out to the audience, scowling as vinegar soaks itself into the knees of his wool trousers. "Ah, shards, I'll need a whole new wardrobe..." Scrub cough scowl scrub.

Pyrene shrugs sweetly at D'renn. "Oh, when Ko'en was in the nurseries, he used to change his rushes everyday... Had to if you know what I mean... He'd do other people's rushes too." They had to keep him busy after all. "It's obviously just since impression that you've let /that/ slide." She sighs and shakes her head. "And I'm staying... I've smelled a /lot/ worse..."

D'renn scrubs harder, face pink with the effort. Eventually getting down from the couch, he grabs the bucket and sluices water all over it... drips flying this way and that.

Tyara turns her head away as a few wayward drips hit her hair. "D'renn, go easy on that! You wouldn't want to do it all over again..." No threat, really.

"I can't resist watching this." A looong time in the baths. Lylia just smirks though, leaning back with crossed arms across her own somewhat-tight leathers. "Oh no, that'd be bad." Then they'd have to watch him scrub aaaalll day.

Lis scoots back even farther from the edge of the couch. Icky drips of stuff. "Yeah, would you mind cleaning a little neater, D'renn?" asks the greenrider sweetly. She'd rather not get Faranth-knows-what all over her leathers.

Pyrene dodges the drips easily enough, wincing only as firelizard talons dig into her shoulder. "That's it D'renn... then maybe you can persuade Rose to scrub the smell out of your hide later in the baths."

D'renn gets another bucket of water from the bathing pool, shooting bared-teeth grins at at the girls. "I'm cleaning as well I as I know how..." he answers pithily, washing another bucketful of water over the couch, and then starting to scrub the remaining residue away. "And why Rose, Pyrene?" he calls, sounding puzzled.

Pyrene shrugs back at him. "Why not Rose? Unless you wanted somebody else... Come to think of it Tyara, I never did... erm... set you a little extra chore did I?" She doesn't really want to talk about /punishing/ nannies in front of the kids, although from the looks of it, they're not fooled.

If Pern had lightbulbs that popped out of thin air, there would be one around Lis' head right about now. "Maybe you should have Tyara bath D'renn?" she suggests with an innocent, perky smile.

D'renn clambers off the couch, lower legs sopping with water that trickles into his boots. "Tyara?" D'renn looks distinctly unimpressed.

"Errrrm." Lylia's eyes widen to the extreme. Poor dear, they'd best not pop out of her head. This she /won't/ be watching. "Yah." She edges farther back on the couch, watch D'renn. Amusement? Fright? A little of both...

Tyara doesn't look unimpressed. Evil would be a better way of describing it. "/Bathe/ him? Can I get the dragons to dunk him too?" Oh yes, sarcasm is audible. They must be making fun. "I think Rose'd do a much better job." Ko'en and E'rp though seem to think otherwise as they start whistling and clapping.

Pyrene chuckles at Lis, eyes wicked, before turning that gaze to D'renn. "Well... Tyara could do it... Unless you'd prefer somebody else? Lis, Lylia? You volunteering?"

"Rose is busy elsewhere," D'renn informs everyone as delicately as he can... i.e. she's not dallying with /him/ anymore. "How about all of you?" D'renn suggests with a leer for the nannies and the female riders, regardless of brats and others present.

"We'd prolly need a bath anyway, after /someone/ just happened to get vinegar all over..." Lis states drily, ignoring that leer from D'renn as best she can. After all, she's not scared of him anymore. Not a weyrling, and not in his wing. Safe.

"Erm!" Lylia shrinks back. She's an innocent young woman, not to be corrupted by such... Would that excuse work? "How about not? Lis can volunteer..." The greenrider gets a wink. A wink that says, 'Don't kill me'.

If Lis thinks she's safe, she's seriously deluded. D'renn just leers some more, and fetches a broom with which to sweep the excess water away - in the direction of the bathing pool rather than his audience. "Tyara, care to inspect?" the 'lingmaster asks.

"I can bathe him! I'm /good/ at washing riders!" pipes up a little voice. "Can M'rin come too?" It's Morie of course. "You'd like that, would you?" Pyrene asks the child with the sort of motherly tone that you really can't trust on her. "Well, maybe you can help D'renn get clean after this..." And all the other brats set up a clamour to help too.

That probably makes Lis all the more ok to hunt but Tyara doesn't say that. Instead she squirms, glancing at Pyrene. To beg or not to beg... "Py/re/ne! You can't... hrm, yes." The nanny scowls at her - higher ranking - colleague. "Yeah, looks fine," she tells D'renn after giving the couch a quick look.

"Are you sure?" the rather soggy and smelly D'renn asks Tyara. "Are you sure I've fulfilled my forfeit?" Hopefully she won't notice the scrubbing brush he managed to secrete under the boxers.

Lis smirks back at Lylia's wink, rolling her eyes in a 'Don't worry - I won't' sort of way. With one hand holding back a giggle at the eagerness of Pyrene's charges, she peers curiously into the couch. Well, she's not talking...
Whether Tyara noticed or not, the nanny suddenly seems to take on her an attitude change. "You know, girls... I think we /should/ give D'renn here a bath. Who's with me?" She'll make them drag him if necessary.

D'renn tucks all his implements back into the bucket, then, grinning at the cleaned couch. "I think I want a brandy and a hot bath."

"I am!" "I am!" chorus the brats, clustering around Tyara excitedly. Pyrene smiles beatifically at D'renn. How nice of him to coax the brats into /wanting/ a bath. "Oh, I think I'll come along and supervise then..." she murmurs.
The way Tyara says it seems to infect Lylia as well. A slight smirk is coaxed from her amused grin. "Could be fun..." Many ways to torment a bathing rider, after all.

D'renn's expression indicates that he's trying to think of a way to have a nice peaceful bath, without brats.

"Of course it could be fun," Lis assures Lylia, pushing herself off the couch and managing to land mostly upright. Smooth. Dusting off the backside of her leathers, - hey, those couches haven't been cleaned in a while, even the clean ones - she wanders over to the group.

Pyrene beams at D'renn. "Come, come... you're just stinking up the nice clean barracks now. You don't want to have to do them again." She flicks a swift, worried glance to Ko'en and E'rp. They're not coming too are they?

"Let's go then, to the baths," Tyara states, beginning to shove out the brats. "Yes, Morie, you'll get to come along too..." Ko'en and E'rp look satisfied enough with just having seen D'renn work. "C'mon E'rp, le's go annoy Ditzee!" "Yeah!" And off they go.

D'renn swears, very quietly. And trundles, dripping, out into the cold with his bucket.

D'renn pauses a moment and then heads out into the bowl.
Pyrene pauses a moment and then heads out into the bowl.
Tyara pauses a moment and then heads out into the bowl.

... and so on to the Living Caverns...

Living Caverns
The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.
Tucked into a glowlit niche are Cosentia, Bow-Wow, Lox, Kynance, Nocturno, Dratini, Kageen, Ghost, Maeva, Yolk, Bloop, and Cray.
You see Fantastic Triple Layer Bubbly Surprise, Tsunami Banner, Old Auntie sit-by-the-fire, Fluffernut, Kali, Pooky, Dustina, Nali, Brat, Ella, and Azlan here.
Edaeyn, Michel, and D'renn are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl     Kitchens     Inner Caverns     Crafting Area

D'renn treks damply through, followed by giggling children.
D'renn steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.

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

Inner Caverns
Ancient caverns unfold in an endless maze of tunnels and stairs, the Weyr's cavities a labyrinth to the uninitiated.  Here, trimmed by the last of the stone cutters, arched walls and vaulted ceilings retain the soapy smoothness of well-worn stone, as do the endless tunnel floors kept clear and tidy.  Shadows creep and flicker across these glowlit mountain walls, creatures of non-light wending their way east to the main caverns and bowl, or branching out in a web of caves to the Weyr's living spaces.
Shadowed on stone-smooth ledge is Iniquity.
You see Delphin and Karena here.
D'renn is here.
Obvious exits:
Living Caverns     Hallway     Dorms     Candidate Barracks     Baths     Brat Cave     Infirmary     Guests' Quarters

If nowhere else in the Reaches, the baths always promise to be warm...

Baths
Steam enshrouds, a misty curtain that veils the room. Pools abound, water constantly swirling, warm and inviting; soapsand waits on nearby ledges for easy access. Racks of clothes stand by the door, freshly washed clothing hang from some, and bundles of yet to be washed clothes fill mutliple baskets beneath. Large cupboard doors open to reveal multitude of fresh, soft towels, and plenty of bathing items -- sponges, pumice stones, and back scrubbers.
You notice Iryssa asleep here.
Tyara, Pyrene, and Lylia are here.
Obvious exits:
Caverns
D'renn is but a blurr in the steam, moving quietly in from the caverns.

Tyara seats herself crosslegged next to one of the pools, patting the edge. "Get in now, D'renn," is ordered briskly, as if he was a reluctant weyrbrat. Well, it isn't too far off...

Pyrene perches herself carefully on a hamper. Plenty of towels to hand and a good distance from the water. "Ok! last one in isn't allowed to scrub D'renn!" she calls to the brats. It's quite possibly a new record for getting them into the water. Most of them didn't even bother to take off their clothes. Dreck did, and starts wailing bitterly... "But I wanted to do his /nose/...."

D'renn pulls off his clothes, haphazardly shoving his boots under a bench, and the rest into a laundry hamper. Collecting a sponge from the shelves, he slithers into the warmest pool with a sigh of relief.

D'renn
Dark curls flop into a tanned face, a faint thread of silver twining back from D'renn's left temple. He can only be described as short, wiry rather than stocky; muscles firm as a result of Turns of dragonriding. Blue eyes are framed by tiny laughter lines, another wrinkle furrowing a groove between thick black brows whenever he frowns - which is rarely. Mobile features are far more likely to smile, or laugh as D'renn makes yet another inappropriate joke at someone's expense... though malicious he never is, merely high-spirited and impulsive. The ingrained impetuosity shows too in the quick movements of someone who never sits still, but is constantly in fluid motion,
All of D'renn's less than impressive attributes are on show... well, it's not as bad as all that. Riding keeps him muscular and lean and not /too/ bad to look at. And at least if he's not wearing anything, he's not inflicting his terrible fashion sense on people.
He is awake and looks alert.
D'renn is 37 Turns, 10 months, and 12 days old.

Pyrene makes a face. She's in a room with a naked D'renn. Still... "Come on kids... he's not going to get clean by himself..." she calls to them. The children need no further encouragement to converge on the weyrlingmaster... like oversized piranhas... barring Swawa who looks like an undersized shark.

Rather than getting in the water, Lylia chooses to perch herself near Pyrene for now. She'll help perhaps, once the brats have calmed. It's a little too scary right now. And not just because there's a naked D'renn around. Poor thing, he might be eaten alive...

Tyara shakes out a handful of sweetsand, purposedfully hiding a smirk as she looks over D'renn. Twice. Just to annoy him, really. "Let's get you /clean/ now." Like they could wash his mind too... the nanny actually smiles at Swawa as her hand containing the sand nears D'renn's hair.

D'renn sinks under the water, both hands clenched over his more vulnerable bits, just his head above the surface. He's not going to be able to stop the brats doing this, so why try? "Haven't I suffered enough, Tyara?" he does beg though.

Lis perches herself near Lylia, half afraid of the brats, and half afraid of D'renn. Both scary in their own rights. There's just a hint to sympathy in the look she sends towards the weyrlingmaster; it's mostly a gloat. Safety in numbers, yep.

"No." Followed by a smirk and a clashing of sweetsand and Weyrlingmonster-hair. "You'd better squint your eyes shut. It might run when you're squirming like that," Tyara points out - aww, concerned, isn't she? Or does she just want him to keep up the squirming? "No, Morie, that's not a good place to claw a man," she informs, seeing how the girl gets closer to certain areas of D'renn.

D'renn squeezes his eyes tight shut - he's protecting his most important bits already though. "That tickles.." he complains, trying not to wriggle too much.

"Morie, no tickling either! That's not for brats." Tyara mistakes D'renn's comment for something else, apparently, and doesn't stop her own massaging of sweetsand into his hair. "Aren't you hot in those leathers?" she inquries of Lis and Lylia, genuinely curious.

D'renn's face takes on an expression that's more relaxed than panicky as Tyara massages his head. "That's nice..." he mumbles, moving one hand to swat a small boy away from his toes, and then quickly moving it back to its protective spot. Children are dangerous.

Pyrene isn't wearing leathers and isn't removing what she /is/ wearing. "Scrub hard now brats!" she calls across cheerily. Morie at least takes her at her word... Dreck is still sniffling and has started tugging on Tyara now. "/Please/ can I do his nose??" Who knows what treasures he might find up there?

"A little." Lylia does toss off her loose-fitting jacket. Hopefully her somewhat-tight leathers won't get her in the trouble D'renn's has for him. The weyrlingmaster earns another smirk. "Getting all nice and clean?" Brats do such a good job. Riiiight.

Lis tries for the nonchalant, 'I meant to wear warm clothes in the baths' look. "Um, well, not really hot, no..." she replies to Tyara with a shrug of her shoulders - not so easy in sticky wherhide - and a feeble grin.

Seems D'renn just discovered what the nannies have known for Turns. "Sure you can, but only on the /outside/," Tyara tells Dreck, "we don't want poor D'renn to feel uncomfortable, do we now?" Smirk. The nanny digs her fingers a little harder into D'renn's scalp - not the nails, yet, just to, uh, enhance the pleasure, yeah. "Oh," is answered, both to Lylia and Lis, followed by a semi-shrug.

D'renn is putty in Tyara's skilled hands, never mind the kids tickling all around. "No! Not my nose!" he does protest though, one hand rising fast out of the water and landing over his nose. Protection.

Morie is trying to clean under D'renn's fingernails. Not easy when his hands are clenched like that. And now one's gone right out of her reach--as she tries to catch it, she drops the sand... between the lingmaster's legs. Sighing gravely, she nevertheless squats down underwater and begins to grope for it.

D'renn grimaces suddenly, and relinquishes his hand to Morie. Hopefully no-one's going to kick him by accident or anything...

"I'll tickle worse then them..." Lylia just smirks. She wants to get in on this, but this is a little too odd. Brats bathing, D'renn in the midst. Eeewww. She'll remain where she is, despite the heat of the baths.

"Oh, Morie, don't do that pet... ahh!" Tyara, the good nanny she is, leans forward to pull up Morie - and ends up, head first, in the water, halfway on top of D'renn. And her fingers are still twined into his hair. Squeal. Watch Tyara get soaked. Watch the brats laugh. Watch Tyara resurface and explode. "Oh, you lot! Get out before you get into trouble. More trouble!" And they clamper off, more or less reluctantly.

"I'd rather you than /them," D'renn tells Lylia through clenched teeth. This is worse than Siannen putting her hand in his pocket... "At least you're old enough to..." what D'renn thinks is left unsaid as suddenly he's flattened underwater by Tyara.

If only they had cameras on Pern.... now that's what I call a Kodak moment.

Lis nudges one elbow against Lylia's side gingerly. Leathers keep getting sticky... "G'wan," she encourages the brownrider evilly. At least, afterwards she can say she wasn't directly involved in anything.

D'renn surfaces, spluttering. "Tyara!" he wails in shock and surprise.

Tyara starts to get out of the water again, but promptly sits down, seeing how her dress now is very transparent. "Yes, D'renn?" the nanny inquires, smiling at him. This is just an everyday scene, isn't it? "I don't waaa-a-a-ant t-to...." Morie is shoved out by one of the older brats anyway.

Pyrene chokes slightly. "D'renn.... please! We may have cast doubts on your... fertility, but not in front of the children!!" Said children are all watching round-eyed and taking careful notes. Tyara's going to be hearing about this one....

"I've had enough," D'renn declares, standing up - fortunately he's still waist-deep in the water. Soap drips from his over-long curls, and he's glaring at the brats.

"Should I?" Lylia can't resist... She's too busy nearly choking at Tyara as the brats scamper out. "You should too!" Her leathers are already clinging to her more than normal... Water will only make it mildly worse. Spluttering still at Pyrene, she doesn't make a move yet. She'll have to stop laughing first. "D... D'renn? Y...Y.. You're not all the way clean yet!"

The last brats are tugged out the door by their giggling peers as they race off to spread the gossip.

Lis sends a glance over at Pyrene that screams 'I told you!' at D'renn's sudden reaction. She knew, it, of course. "No, Lylia, you go ahead. I already got kissed by him," she replies to the brownie with a pair of folded arms. She's paid her dues to the Association for Humoring Aging Blueriders.

Pyrene just sits carefully on her hamper and watches. "Can't go until you're clean D'renn...." she agrees with Lylia and suddenly she looks thoughtfully at the brownrider and leans across to whisper something.

"No, D'renn, we're not done yet," Tyara insists, attempting to tug on D'renn's arm. His /arm/, yes, although the effect would probably be bigger elsepart. "Sit down now, and let Lylia and I handle you."

Alright, the brats are gone. "Someone get me a drink, then," D'renn pleads gruffly, sinking back into the water and then ducking his head under to rinse out the soap. Tyara's arm-tugging goes completely un-noticed...

Pyrene prods Lylia. "You do it... the drink and..." she nods significantly although since D'renn's underwater he hopefully won't see.

Tyara smirks while D'renn's underwater, reaching down a hand to push at his hea... err, help him get out the sand. Green eyes widen as Pyrene's and Lylia's interaction is noticed. Ooh...

D'renn lifts up his head, and moves out of Tyara's reach. "Stoppit... I've had enough," he complains again, more than slightly annoyed now. "I did the forfeit, didn't I... why did you have to torment me with the brats?"

Lis is actually innocent, for once, finally taking of her jacket with a minimal ammount of peeling. Ooh, watch out now... Her eyes watch Lylia and Pyrene curiously, but she's getting better and feigning this whole ditz thing, twirling a strand of hair vapidly 'round her finger.

Tyara shakes her head, exchanging a glance with Pyrene. "D'renn, D'renn... d'you know how hard it is to get the rascals into the water? You did us a /favor/, which we're now returning!" Will that one work? Maybe. "To make up for the tormenting I'll give you a backrub?" Will /that/ one work?

Pyrene just lets Tyara do her work. She gets to enjoy watching her do this.... and she /still/ gets to punish her later. Oh the little delights in life /are/ the best. "Get me a redfruit juice and some cookies while you're going Lylia?" she adds to her friend.

D'renn is surrounded by women half his age - it should be his fantasy, not his nightmare. He's cringing though, huddled naked and alone in the warm pool. "Please... get me a drink.." he begs of anyone who'll listen and oblige.

"Okay, okay..." Lylia nods slightly. "I'll get you a drink, D'renn." She puts on her best sultry voice. So she needs some practice at it. Her voice returns to normal... "Sure, Py." She steps towards the door, one hand grabbing her jacket... The other hand snaking down quietly to grab the pile of towels, which are stuffed behind her jacket, and D'renn's clothes. His non-tight clothes, alas. She saunters out the door... She'll be a fantasy, alright. Any day.

Lylia has had enough and slips back out of the baths, hopefully smelling better.

Tyara decides to take that as a yes - just to watch D'renn squirm some more, of course - and slides her hands onto his shoulders. "Oh, relax D'renn! You're more tight than a feline caught in a storm!" He's probably just as scared, too. "Get something for me too, Lylia!" she calls after her friend.

D'renn doesn't relax. But he doesn't shrug Tyara's hands away. With a pleading look at Lis - she's his friend, isn't she? - he murmurs, "I think there's still soap in my hair, Tyara." He may as well make the most of it.

Pyrene shakes her head. "Tyara, Tyara... cleaning up after brats is one thing, but I never thought you'd sink so low...." And she too eyes Lis. "You're not going to get in as well are you?"

Lis peers after Lylia worriedly. This is her friend sober? At least this greenrider has never delibarately hit on the weyrlingmaster. "What's wrong, D'renn?" she asks of the poor man, almost genuinely concerned. Key word there being almost. Turning then to Pyene, she simply shrugs. "I suppose I was..." That sounds innocent enough, right?

"Oh, is there now?" Tyara is determined to make the most of it too, though her intentions might be a little hard to guess, seeing how she slides her fingers up D'renn's neck to inspect his hair. "I think you're right," she states, casting Pyrene a bemused glance. "Oh, this is /nothing/ like it." Be it good or bad.

"I thought you said you /all/ needed a bath, after Ko'en's stink," D'renn points out. Strangely, he'd feel less vulnerable if they were all in the tub with him. "That tickles, Tyara..." he protests, although not very strongly.

Lylia is but a blurr in the steam, moving quietly in from the caverns.

Pyrene swallows and suddenly stands helplessly. "I'm leaving... I ought to check on those brats..." Besides, she's not sure how much more of this she can take. "Thanks Lylia..." she murmurs, grabbing refreshments as she makes her escape.

Pyrene goes home.

"I know that," Tyara replies, grinning behind D'renn's head. "Nice, no?" Lylia is noticed then, and waved over. "Oh, you're a darling, Lylia. I'll let Druseth have a brat sometime soon." Ahem. "Duck then," she orders at the 'lingmaster, pulling out her hand, "so I can continue..."

La la... Lylia enters once more, this time without her jacket. Or the towels. Or D'renn's clothes. Gee, where ever could they have gone? No one else will notice... She juggles several things: glasses, wine, cookies, and juice. Anything for anyone... And it's wine for her. She trots closer to the baths, stepping in carefully, and holding a glass out to D'renn. "Got wine... A few other brews too." She raided one of the cook's stash... Be proud. "Oh, thanks Ty! A'course I'd bring some."

D'renn squats obdiently so Tyara can reach his hair: hands placed on the sides of the pool for balance rather than used as protection. "What about you two? Getting in fully-clothed as well?" he asks, reaching to take the class. "Thanks Lylia..."

"Well, fine, then..." Lis is just starting to realize that Pyrene and D'renn in the same room is just cause for trouble. Waving to Lylia as her friend comes back with goodies, she ponders actually getting in the baths for reasons other than to spite the head nanny. "What d'ya think Lylia?" asks the greenrider, finally get up from her bench and finding she was nearly stuck to it. Yummy.

"Thank you, Lylia," Tyara smiles, though doesn't take any of the glasses just yet. Her hands are full of Weyrlingmaster-hair as it is, scrubbing out all the sand in it. "There! Now sit down so I can reach your shoulders," the nanny complains, motioning for D'renn to shift properly in the bath.

D'renn adjusts himself obediently, sipping from his glass experimentally. "Thanks Lylia..." Blue eyes go very wide as he watches Lis.

"C'mon, help clean D'renn." Lylia lets the smirk inch up her face as she sets down her load on the side of the baths, water up past her waist now. Come to the dark side. D'renn just gets peered at. "Can I help?" Awww, she wants to assist.

Is everyone but D'renn keeping their clothes on? D'renn's nervous.

Tyara sends the two 'riders a grin, unseen to D'renn because of his back being turned to her. "Yes, help clean him," she nods, even though she isn't really /cleaning/ him right now, just... touching him. Long, slender fingers work on the Weyrlingmaster's shoulders, digging into the tense knots there. D'renn /feels/ nervous too. Let's hope it doesn't affect /all/ his muscles?

Lis peels off the rest of her leathers - "Sharding wherhide!" - before climbing into the baths as well. She, of course, is here with no motive whatsoever. Except... "Hey, D'renn, wasn't there something you wanted to talk to me about a while ago?" she asks with an curious gaze, hunting soapsand on the edge of the pool.

D'renn is tensed up under Tyara's hands, despite warm water and wine. "There was?" he asks Lis innocently, looking vague.

"Hmm..." Lylia's leathers might as well be skin... They're clinging utterly to her now. "Yay." Taking a light sip, she slides beside Ty, giving Lis a wave and a wink. Hrrm. "What should I do then?"

Tyara regards Lis curiously, absentmindedly leaning forward to get a glass of wine, pressing her wet-and-only-covered-by-transparent-cloth body against D'renn's back. "Oh, don't mind us," she states, winking at Lylia. "I'm sure Lis won't mind us overhearing. Isn't that right, Lis?"

"Sure there was," Lis replies, sudsing her hair up into a large foamy pile atop her head. "It was after all that business about Tyara telling you to clean the couch with those boxers." Yep, 'those' boxers. "'Course I don't mind, Tyara. We're all friends here, y'know." Except for D'renn, but that's no her fault, issit?

Lylia wants to get in on this too... Pushing herself up against D'renn. Gotta crowd in, y'know? "Oh, of course we all are." Innocent girls, just looking to clean off the weyrlingmaster. Really.

D'renn is everybody's friend! Otherwise what would he be doing in the bath with them? "Packtail." he announces suddenly, and takes a long drink of wine. This isn't fair.

Tyara blinks. "Packtail??" Her hands slide lower, working just below D'renn's shoulderblades now. "What about that?" she asks, frowning slightly. That's no gossip at all. Pout.

D'renn's ears are raspberry-coloured. "Never mind..." he replies, through gritted teeth.

Lis frowns at D'renn, brows furrowing before she dunks her head to rinse out the sand. Coming up again, she swims closer to the crowd. "Yeah, what about packtail?" If D'renn thinks he's going get away with blushing and muttering, he's mistaken. "I /will/ find out, you know," she states in as much of an ominous voice as she can.

Mhari is but a blurr in the steam, moving quietly in from the caverns.

D'renn stops panicking. He /can/ take control of this situation - the wine helped. "Nothing about packtail, he replies, wriggling away from Tyara and turning to face them all just in time to see Mhari arrive. "Hello Mhari..." he greets her with some hope of rescue sounding in his frazzled voice - he's in the pool with 3 young women, after all.

Tyara's fingers slide lower yet, digging into D'renn's lower back. Of course, to do this the nanny has to kinda shrink in the water, which results in her mouth ending up near D'renn's neck and a lot of rubbing up and down his back. "Lylia, why don't you take his feet?" is suggested innocently, then, as the newcomer is spotted, "Mhari, afternoon!"

"Hello Mhari, want to join us!" Lylia of the drenched leathers gives a wave. Might as well make it four lovely young women. "Sure thing, Ty." She swims through the pool away from Tyara's side, to where his feet presumably are, diving down. Tickle? Nah... She wouldn't.

"'Lo Mhari!" Lis waves cheerily from the pool, in spite of the frustrating effort of trying to get D'renn to talk. "It's certainly something about something," she quips in the weyrlingmaster's direction, folding her arms across her chest as she starts to slip into a sulk.

D'renn is suffering, he really is. Time to try and make the best of it... "If the weaver you got your leathers from finds out you've been wearing them in the bath, she'll charge you for new ones," he points out conversationally to Lylia, reaching out to retake his wine glass, and not flinching at all as Lylia finds his feet.

Mhari meanders into the baths in an absent minded sort of way, peering at her friends as if almost surprised to find them there. She greets them enthusiastically, however, busy setting her boots to one side and selecting a towel. "Hello everyone! Come to get warm? I always say, that apart from my weyr full of furs, ths is about the only place in the whole weyr you can get warm.;" Clothes are shed as se heads over and submerges herself inthe water, reappearing with blond curls plastered against her head. "Any more of that wine, D'renn?"

Iri is but a blurr in the steam, moving quietly in from the caverns.

Tyara is, finally, getting tired of the wet dress hanging heavily on her, so she abandons D'renn's back for a second to pull off the annoying thing, creating a loud *splash* sound as she throws it towards one wall. Let it dry up there. "Much better," is said in a sighing purr, the nanny raising a hand to greet the next newcomer as she once again presses against the Weyrlingmaster's back. "Iri, hi! Come on in, get something to drink." And get naked. Heh, she doesn't /say/ that.

Iri peeks in, thinking she heard firmilar voices from this way.  However, this isn't her kind of place.  Hot, fresh water, even in winter, can't beat the salty seas of the Master Sea Hold.  But there /is/ quite a few friends in here.  "Hi," Iri coughs steam.

"Faranth, men are /impossible," huffs Lis under her breath, swimming over to wherever Lylia put those cookies. /Cookies/ don't talk back or try to ignore your questions, which is more than can be said for some people, present company included. Iri gets a bare hint of a wave; Lis is not amused.

"Lylia brought the wine," D'renn informs the newcomers, voice sounding hoarse again. Must be the steam...

"She won't find out..." Lylia smirks slightly, yanking up the pair of D'rennFeet somewhat gently. It's her old friend, after all, she'd understand the need to torture. Awww, she doesn't want to be the only clothed one. Dropping the feet for a moment, she wriggles out of her leathers, tossing them with the others'. "Better." She picks up the feet again, massaging lightly, resisting the urge to tickle.

Tyara sends Lylia an approving grin along with a wink. Afterall, she has a clear path to the brownrider down D'renn's legs. "How're you holding up down there, Lylia?" Smirk. Yes, this is even better than watching D'renn clean Barbarianth's couch. Lis gets a bemused look. Why isn't she having fun?

D'renn strangely enough relaxes now. At least they're all mostly undressed, to match D'renn's own puny nakedness. Wriggling his butt onto the ledge, he waves one foot at Lylia, letting Tyara do his worst to his back at the same time.

Mhari seems content  meresly to observe for now, setting herself down comfortably, arms stretched out along the sides of the bath. Apparently the Istan sun soaked right through to her bones, for she's managed to somehow retaina a sort of tan, despite the climate change in the past few turns. "Oh, Lyl, can I have a little? You're a genius to think of it."

Iri makes a face.  People should wear /divesuits/ in here.  "Riders!" she mutters.  "Oh, waitasec..."  She gives it another thought and then, "Non-dolphincraft people!  Yeesh!"  However, in some strange way, the hot steam is nice...so she stays and merely averts her eyes.

Lis glares back at Tyara and Lylia, disgusted. Friends shouldn't let friends massage weyrlingmasters, but she's not in the mood to discourage them. Someone should be having fun here, anyway, even if Lis has to go and be a party pooper.

"Tyara made me clean Ko'en's old couch as a punishment for not getting Pyrene's hand in my pocket..." D'renn attempts to explain to those who weren't there. "And it was so revolting that I needed a bath afterwards... although one without the brats to start with, would've been preferable..." D'renn sips some more wine, and peers down towards Lylia. "Make sure you're getting all the gunge out from between my toes, dear..."

"Sure. Cookies, wine, juice..." Lylia waves with one hand to the pile of food. "Awww, c'mon. You know you want to join in." The smirk deepens with all the wickedness in her little innocent heart. It's something to do, at least. "Too hot for clothes." Grumbling slightly, the brownrider picks up a foot, before dropping it slightly, peering at it. "I think Morie took care of that..." At least the soaking did. She massages a non-toe area. Eeew, creepy old men, really!

Tyara moves along with D'renn - no way she'll let go of her prey right now - and manages to get a sip from her glass at the same time, carefully placing the latter back on the floor. "Is this better?" she inquires, leaning forward so her mouth is closer to D'renn's ear. Just to make sure he hears her over /all/ the noise in here. "Oh, but they were so happy, D'renn," the nanny states, chuchling slightly.

D'renn leans slightly forward, away from Tyara. This is getting a bit too awkward.... "Mhari, how's Kelitath?" he strives for a neutral subject, doing his best to ignore Lylia and Tyara's ministrations. "Spiderclaw!" suddenly bursts forth.

Mhari seems almost bemused, shifting over to pour herself a glass of wine, and contenting herself for now with simply observing the weyrlingmaster's predicament.  At the sound of her dragon's name, however, a stream of words starts up cheerfully. "Oh, I'm a little worried about her, D'renn. You know about this sort of thing, you must tell me what's wrong. She's always so grumpy, I had to really talk to her to get her to take me out of the weyr. She just wants to stay away from everyone, but she's not very good company just now..."

Tyara blinks as D'renn once again spits out the name of a rather fishy item. "Spiderclaw? You want to talk to Lis about that too?" the nanny asks, getting very confused as it is. "Maybe she's proddy?" She had to say that. And she was right about Alymath, even though she was as surprised by it as Lis when it came down to it.

"She's proddy, Mhari..." D'renn tells the greenrider. Simple enough.... He's going red about the ears again though.

"Spiderclaw?" Lylia looks puzzled, but her nimble fingers continue to work their way across his foor. "Ooookay. You guys sure you don't want to help?" She tosses out the offer again... More hands mean quicker work making sure D'renn's nice and clean.

Lis blinks, slowly at D'renn's sudden outburst. There's something strange going on here... mebbe they can get him to do it again? "What /is/ it with you and... well, whatever you're yelling out anyway, D'renn?" Ooh, look. She's speaking to him again.

Yes, they must get him to do it again. Tyara digs her fingertips into the sensible muscles around D'renn's spine, hoping to get some kind of reaction from him. And hopefully a goood one.

Noting Tyara's busy fingers, Lylia lets hers glide up and down the sole of his foot, other fingers working at the tops. Scary feet... But she's continuing her work like a good little rider.

Tyara gets a mutter of 'Tillek bordo' from D'renn, though he keeps smiling. "Lylia, that does tickle, you know...."

Mhari blinks, sips her wine al slowly, then laughs, shaking her head. "Oh, no she's not. It's not that, I'm quite sure. After al, look at me, I'm not behaving strangely at all." A flutter of the eyelashes, as wide eyes fix carefully onto D'renn. Another sip of wine, and her attention is gone just as quickly, turned to her clutchmates. "Is he clean yet?"

"No he isn't," Tyara informs Mhari, her fingers suddenly leaving D'renn's back for his sides, gently massaging his ribs. "He needs a lot more..."

"I /must/ be clean by now," D'renn protests, squirming rather - methinks the gentleman doth protest too much? He seems happy enough where he is, with the wine in his hand.

"I don't think he'll /ever/ be clean..." comes the dry comment from Lis' end of the pool, the greenrider still sulking at D'renn's stubborness not to give her and answer. It's that frustrating sort of curiousity, yep.

"Nope." Lylia nods, peering up under the drenched locks of hair hanging in her face. "It does?" She feigns innocence.. And keeps right on with what she's doing. "Maybe if we had more hands to help us..." Her gaze slides to those still clothed. They /must/ want to join. Or at least get rid of those nasty things in the warmth of the baths.

"Aren't my toes wrinkling yet?" D'renn asks Lylia. She's the one with his feet, after all.

Tyara's lips curl into a delighted grin. "Clean, maybe, on the outside," she answers, winking at Lis. "But he's so /tense/," the nanny states, digging her fingertips into some of those tense muscles. "I wouldn't worry about the /toes/ to wrinkle, D'renn...."

D'renn's ears goes pink again, as he mutters 'fingertail' under his breath. Splashing one hand towards Lis, he asks, "What's the long face for, beautiful?" Blame it on the wine. "Have a drink and smile..."

"I know, I mean, he needs to relax more." Lylia digs her nails in slightly. She learned from Ty, she learned from the best. She continues on the feet, hands working their way up to his bare ankles. Once more, a sly look is cast out. "Come now, Mhari. We can use your help. Even with the wine, he's too /tense/." She didn't purr that, really.

Tyara nods gravely, shifting so her thigh is resting against D'renn's. Much more comfortable, honestly. "Yes, very.... c'mon Mhari, take his other foot so Lylia won't have double work?" Smirk, smirk.

"A drink, huh?" Lis is skeptical, alright, swimming closer to D'renn warily. At least he's talking, even if he's still muttering fish names. "Why should I smile? And I don't like being splashed," she addds, splashing her hand back towards the weyrlingmaster. Humph.

Mhari appears to consider idly, sipping again from her wine as one finger twines a golden curl about itself. "How about that, Drenn?" she murmurs, smiling slightly. "Do you think you need another scrubber?"

"Have a drink Lis," D'renn repeats.. "Have a drink everyone!" Oooh, another offer... "Well, I'm not sure what bits of me are left available, Mhari..." he tells her, reaching to pour himself more wine. Things are getting better... D'renn's seeing everything through a rosy haze now.

There are always bits avalible... He's got a lot of skin. It's like scrubbing a dragon. Lylia pauses to reach over for her own glass of wine. Need another sip to face these feet. But she continues, rubbing the ankles lightly. "Yeah, Mhari. Grab a foot."

"Oh there's still one part. I think it's big enough for two to handle right now..." Tyara is, of course, speaking of D'renn's chest as she just sled her hands back to his back, or rather, the nape of his neck, gently nuzzling the hair.

D'renn quivers, gulping wine hastily. "Tyara... that tickles..." he protests for the umpteenth time this evening.

"I know. Lovely, isn't it?" Tyara repeats, the times of that being said tonight matching D'renn's protests.

"It's /distracting/," D'renn protests, although he doesn't specify what it's distracting him from.

Tyara chuckles at that, one hand tracing patterns on D'renn's back as the other keeps up the nuzzling of his hair. "Hmm-hmm. Good or bad?" she prods, leg nudging against his. How /much/ did this nanny drink anyway?

Mhari seems to consider, wine sipped slowly as one finger twines a golden curl about itself. "Oh, I don't know. What do you think D'renn? Do you need another scrubber?" Bright blue eyes are fixed unwaveringly on him, the greenrider demonstrating a concentration span she's been somewhat lacking lately.

Hrmph. Lylia wants to be distracting too, so continues working on his feet and ankles, fingers occasionally lingering, gently tracing against the skin. She shifts her braid from where it's plastered to the skin of her back, returning to working the ankles, then massaging just above on the left, working on his lower leg. Yes, Lylia needs more to drink. "Get those clothes off and get in here, Mhari." She's not that patient anymore.

Lis is actually taking D'renn's advice, and this is without wine, yet. "The things I do..." she mutters under her breath. Curiosity only killed the feline, right? She'll take advantage of a drunk D'renn too, shamelessly, even pouring herself a glass of wine to sip from.

"If you can find any bits of me that are left, Mhari..." D'renn leaves the invitation open, trying not to quiver too much in reaction. "/Bad/ tickling, Tyara..." he tries to stress, and drinks another glass of wine down. That's why his face is pink, really.

Tyara ohs softly, and continues. Just what she needed to hear. "Good." Was that too openly being mean? Naw. "And how's this then?" the nanny inquires, finding a particularly sensitive spot on D'renn's spine where her fingers idly dig in. "Good or bad?"

D'renn gasps in shock. "Wonderful, Tyara!" he blurts about before he can stop himself: blue eyes very very wide. "Ooooh, stoppit....."

Ohhh... Nannies get all the fun. Lylia turns her attention to grinning at Mhari. "Find somewhere? Or help with the legs." She just doesn't want to be here /too/ much longer. Who knows how high she'll end up? D'renn's reaction to Tyara's... gentle... work just gets a giggle. Tooo much wine.

Tyara giggles behind D'renn's back, pausing before pressing again. Underscores the effect, y'see. "That's contradicting, D'renn," the nanny states, smirking openly. A wink is, yet again, thrown to wards Lylia.

Mhari drains her wine, and sets down the cup, submerging herself again for a few seconds, then surfacing to move over to the group, eyeing D'renn as if she's thinking about making a purchase. "There's not a lot of him left, you know. I suppose I could try his legs, but I'm not terribly experienced at this sort of thing at all, really."

D'renn edges forward, trying to escape again. "Please stop, Tyara..." he begs, expression rather wild as he tries to look back over his shoulder at the nanny. Which was probably a mistake, as it leaves his face too close to hers. D'renn panics.

Lis is definately the only sane and sober one left. Or at least, sober... Her own eyes widen as the greenrider backs away slowly, wine in tow. She was innocent all along, unlike the trio of reprobates over their. Yep.

Mhari quiety slips underwater, having died of laughter.

A pair of wide, innocent, green eyes meet D'renn's, though there's an underlying twinkle of something definitely not innocent in there as well. "But /why/, D'renn? You seem to enjoy it," Tyara points out, her lips curling into another sensual smile.

D'renn definitely panics. Although it's difficult to run when you're mostly underwater, D'renn flings himself sideways and makes a quick exit... to the other side of the pool, at least. "Enough, enough!" he protests, frantically launching into a litany of fish names. Don't ask.

Tyara's smile turns into a slight pout, and she follows D'renn. Hey, her glass of wine is where he is now. "S'cuse me," she tells the 'lingmaster, leaning over his arm to retrieve her wine, demurely sinking back into the water afterwards to sip the glass.

D'renn's glass is on the other side of the pool, and he goes back to get it. He's not staying /there/ though... D'renn hauls himself out of the warm pool and scuttles sideways into the cold water pool. "Ahhhhh....."

Tyara arches an eyebrow after D'renn, slowly draining the wine from her glass. "Flattering," comes the dry comment then, all flirtation seemingly disappearing from the air around the nanny.

Lis watches the whole spectacle of D'renn's escape with a thoroughly bemused expression. "Aw, Tyara... The poor man's obviously drunk out of his senses." Or what little senses he had.

There's a reason why D'renn's dived into the cold pool, and it could be construed as flattering... "I'm all hot from the wine," he excuses himself, though doesn't stop drinking.

"Hrm, so you're compensating by keeping up the drinking?" Tyara inquires, slowly slipping out of the hot pool. Alright, next problem. No towels. "Oh Lylia, did you have to take them all," the nanny sighs, giving the brownrider a glance. At least she has her dress... which by now is semi-dry. Of course, if she slips into it right now it'll be wet - and transparent - again. So she sits on one of the benches instead, getting a something-number glass of wine while waiting.

Lis raises a brow at the nanny with just the hint of a smirk. See, the smart people stay in the water where you don't need towels. "Lylia took the towels, huh? I wonder what else she took..." All it takes is a little wine to loosen the rider's tounge, and she just plain likes to gossip as it is.

"Try the cupboard?" D'renn suggests. "Lylia can't have taken all of them... at least she left the wine." D'renn hauls himself from the cold pool before he starts shivering too much, and slides back into the warm one, next to Lis.

Mhari is happy to remain in the water herself, lounging, watching with a slightly detatched interest, throwing in the occassional comment.  "Oh, I think she took most of them," comes the greenrider's quiet voice. She sounds rather amused by the idea, although then she falls silent, simply smiling.

Tyara sends Lis a smirk back, sliding the dress over her head. Look. only a litle transparent. Watch Tyara getting ready to run through the brat cave. "Enjoy the bath, everyone. See you 'round, D'renn." The last is said with a little too innocent tilts of the nanny's head.

Tyara has had enough and slips back out of the baths, hopefully smelling better.

Lis spares a sideways glance in D'renn's direction, her brows raising skeptically. "Feel like telling me what you were going to - and I know you were! - or do you just want to blurt out random fish names?" /Some/one's a little snappy. Blame the wine. Her gaze darts over towards Mhari with a worried look as Tyara leaves.

So, it's down to D'renn plus 2 greenriders... This he can deal with. No nannies left, at least... D'renn beams at Lis, taking another sip of wine. "No more fishnames," he says, adding, "I hope," under his breath. But he still doesn't say anything more to Lis.

Mhari frowns slightly as she watches the latest departure, chewing on her lower lip as she considers this. Then, just as quickly, concern vanishes, and she looks over to the other two. "Yes, what was that about the fish names, D'renn?"
"Never mind about the fish names!" D'renn's on the defensive on that topic, though if he's bullied, he may relent.

Lis is not convinced, but at least she's gotten an answer out of him. Tilting back her glass to get the last dregs of wine from the bottom, she lets Mhari prod D'renn as well. Two nosy people are always better than one. "D'renn," she pleads gently, peering up through her lashes at the 'lingmaster. "Why shouldn't we? It's a bit worrisome." To say the least.

D'renn's ears have gone that delicate shade of crimson again, clearly visible beneath his water-slicked curls. "Fish names... well, I, ummm..." And he takes another gulp of wine, prevaricating.

Mhari sets aside her l now empty glass of wine,  content to half float, leaning against the edge of teh baths. "Yes, do tell us why you keep crying out the names of various fish. It seems rather a strange habit to have, I think."

D'renn winces, the muscles in his neck tensing slightly. "Well, don't tell anyone..." /Not/ the most sensible thing to ask... "But that's what I think about to... you know, distract myself."

Lis can barely keep a flurry of giggles back behind her hand. If only she had some wine to distract /herself/. "Well, now..." she states, having finally composed herself. "Odd strategy, but I'd suppose it would work."

"R'sli thinks about breeds of canine," D'renn declares as some sort of defense, straight-faced as he drinks some wine hastily.

Well, something finally got through Mhari's langour, because she's blushing now, quietly sinking under the water until only her eyes show. However differently she might be acting at present, she's still rather the innocent of the group at times. Two blue eys are fixed upon D'renn in a sort of mild astonishment.

"Whatever flies your dragon," is Lis' quipped answer, shoulders bobbing with a splash in the water. Ooh, but she forgot about poor Mhari there. A glance and a sympathetic smile are given towards the fellow greenrider. Lis used to by shy once, believe it or not.

"Yeah..." D'renn seems to agree with Lis, still straight-faced though his ears are crimson.

It might just be that Mhari's smiling now; her eyes certainly suggest it. And sure enough, as the rest of her face emerges from the water to draw breath, she's definitely giggling, and eyeing D'renn with something that definitely resembles amusement. you leanr something every day ina weyr.

"Don't let on that I said that about R'sli!" D'renn hastily warns, peering mournfully at his empty wine glass. "Ach, I guess I'd best get out of the water before I wrinkle completely... I bet there are some towels in the cupboard." He seems reluctant to move though.

Lis quickly plasters an innocent grin on her face. "Of course not," she assures D'renn. "Who would I tell it to anyway?" Not the best thing to say to reassure the man, nope. "Good luck finding your clothes, though... Lylia might've took 'em." Gee, so much for sticking up for one's friends. Must be that wine.

"That's alright, I'd put them in the laundry anyhow," D'renn replies, completely forgetting that he'll have to go outside wearing nothing but a towel. Oh well, entertainment for the living caverns... Hauling himself from the water, he disappears in a steam cloud as he rummages in the cupboards, eventually pulling out several large towels to wrap around his wiry frame.

Mhari shifts a little, examining the prospects of cookies, and finding one she's prepared to sample. D'renn's progress is idly watched before her gaze turns to Lis, a smile curving her lips upwards. Starting to giggle all over again, she simply mouths the word 'fish' silently.

Lis dissolves into giggles after she hears Mhari - it's just too contagious. 'Fish' is mouthed back at the greenrider as she observes D'renn's new outfit. Well... "I do hope..." Naw. She cuts herself off, beaming innocently. She'd rather like to see how far he gets decked out in bath towels.

D'renn gives both Lis and Mhari one of his best blue-eyed beaming smiles... and then he's gone, out into the caverns wearing nothing but one thick towel wrapped round his waist, and another shawled over his shoulders.

D'renn has had enough and slips back out of the baths, hopefully smelling better.