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.

Sasha, Tyara, and Merra are here.

Sasha looks uncomfortable. "I heard about your loss, Merra. I know it probably doesn't mean very much coming from a stranger, but I'm really sorry.

Lylia walks in from the Central Bowl.

Sasha smiles, a little nervous at the newcomers.

Merra smiles very slightly. "Thank you... Um, Sasha, this is Tyara, she's an assistant nanny. And these are Lis and Lylia."

"Tyyyyy. Liiiiis." A sad lil calling from Lylia, but she bounds in with a faint grin on her face. Evil in her eyes, at least. "Oh, hi!" Sasha gets a wave, though the young woman is more focused on smirking at Lis. Eeeeviiil.

"...and no, I won't let you do that!" The voice grows louder as Tyara enters, dragging a very reluctant Swawa behind her. "Afternoon," is greeted towards Sasha, the nanny pausing briefly to give the room a quick sweep. "Hey Ly, Lis." Odd look goes towards the brownrider. What's /that/ about?

Sasha nods, politely. "Well met. I am looking to join the weyr - although currently I am living at Ista Hold.

Merra should probably specify. "Lis is the one in pink." Merra nods slightly at Lis and Lylia in greeting.

Lis can't help but snicker at Tyara's entrance - she's in a good mood. "Lylia!" chirps the so-labeled One in Pink, noting that smirk right off the bat. "Don't bring /that/ up again. M'rin's not even here..." And of course, Tyara'd never agree. "'Lo Tyara," she states finally, wiggling her fingers to random cavern occupants.

"Ista? No wonder you want to join, High Reaches is much lovelier." Lylia grins faintly, ignoring how much time /she/ spent at Ista. "And I'm the dark and foreboding one, see?" She twirls slightly, attempting to look it. Oops. "Oh, Swawa's with you?" The brownrider scowls slightly at the brat, before slinking to Lis's side. No evil here. "Bring /what/ up again?" She feigns innocence as well as she can.

"Ista Hold, eh? And you like the cold better?" Tyara glances at Sasha, trying to maneuver Swawa into one of the chairs. "You don't want me to get B'rute again, do you?" See, it works, The girl shuts up, her face paling. The nanny gives a sharp glance towards Lis and Lylia then, her eyes narrowing. "What about M'rin?"

Edaeyn stalks restively in from the Central Bowl.

Sasha says, "I'm honoured to be in such distinguished company! Sasha indicates their knots."

Tyara glances at her knot instead of Lis and Lylia, one of her frowns clearing. Distinguished? Oh well, if opposed to a brat's knot...

Lis glares at Lylia as she secures a mug of klah for herself. "/You/ know," she states flatly. And that brownrider does know, alright. "Just talking about getting M'rin to spill the beans about Alymath's flight or Sindiath's. And he won't do it cold sober, I'm sure... Hey, Lylia," it's amazing how quick she can change subjects sometimes. "Did you know D'renn got another firelizard? Calls it Rennlet."

Sasha smiles. " I have a firelizard! I impressed him a few days ago. So what is life like here? I have travelled around a fair bit, and met a few people.

"Distinguished?" Lylia shrugs off the word... Can't be a lurking menace and distinguished. "I'm just odd." Her foot zips sideways and she trails behind Lis, snatching a cookie for herself. She /knows/, she does. "Oh... Cold sober, well, he doesn't /have/ to remain in that state. Rennlet?" She lets her tone change to a more fluffy sound. "A D'renn-type name, certainly. Please tell me it doesn't have raspberry shading."

Merra smirks slightly. "Well, if you're looking for /normal/ I'd go elsewhere. But if you want to have /fun/ you're in the right place!" She grins now, shocking everyone else. Merra? Grinning?

Sasha grins wickedly. "Sounds like my kind of place!

Tyara abruptly concentrates on Sasha as someone mentions Alymath's flight. Eep. "Oh, it's very interesting," she tells the girl, half-smiling. They can always use a good-hearted person to sic the brats on... "Naw it's not, the nannies are mean!" Swawa pipes up from her corner, sending Tyara a spiteful look.

Merra notices Edaeyn. "Hey Edaeyn! How goes it?"

Edaeyn flashes a subdued smile of greeting. "Afternoon, Merra. It goes. With ... you?"

Lis answers Lylia as she snags a cookie for herself. "Of course he does. Blends in well with his leathers." She's not going to mention which part of D'renn's leathers - wouldn't want to give Lylia any ideas. "Of course he doesn't have to stay cold sober; that was my point."

Merra points to Edaeyn. "Sasha, the one with the various weaponry is Edaeyn." She grins mischieviously at Edaeyn. "Just don't get on her bad side!"

Edaeyn stiffens a little before it seems to register it's a joke, and then she relaxes. "Behave yourself and there's no need for that," she says with a mock-severe look.

Sasha looks envious. "I had a good knife once. It was stolen a while back. I'll replace it one day but I don't have much to buy it with at the moment.

Merra grins at Edaeyn. Too much sleep makes her hyper, even when she doesn't actually /feel/ happy. "Well, I woke up in an okay mood. Thought I'd try joining the land of the living!" She does sadden for one moment as she fingers the two rings she wears, but the grin is quickly back. No use in bugging others with her grief.

"By Faranth..." Lylia rolls her eyes slightly, giving the faintest shake of the head. "Only that man can find a raspberry 'lizard." Her other comments about 'that man' don't need to be said. "And life's a little bland without the occasional wine.." The malicious smirk returns to her lips, but is replaced by a slight look of exasperation. "Or unless you're Druseth."

Tyara decides that she can only ignore gossip for that long. "What /are/ you talking about?" is inquired, feet slowly taking her towards the rider pair. "You're getting M'rin drunk? Why? And what's with D'renn and raspberry lizards??" The nanny is so out of it now.

Lis plops down into her favorite chair with a tactless sprawl of pink-clad limbs. "That's why he call him Rennlet. It's kinda like having progeny without having to spawn." Only D'renn could get out of it that way. "At least your dragon tries to impart some morals on you," she sighs wistfully at Lylia's mention of Druseth. Faranth knows her dragon is just plain hedonistic. "We only want to find out what M'rin did, Tyara." Innocent goal, really.

Tyara looks outright suspicious now. "What do you mean what M'rin did?" she inquires sharply, sending Lis an odd glance. See, technically /Lis/ ought to know, but this nanny happens to know that teh greenrider doesn't...

Sasha steps away for a moment to scrawl out a message to someone.

Merra walks over and pour some klah. She glances at Edaeyn to see if she also wants some?

Edaeyn shakes her head with a wry smile and pours herself some juice. "Never drink klah. Can't stand the sutff," she explains.

Sasha returns, sending a firelizard off to deliver the message.

"What do you mean 'what do I mean'?" Lis arcs her fuzzy brows skeptically in Tyara's direction, flopping upright in her lounge. "I want to know what happened after he went off with you. And I /know/ he did." Do not defy the greenrider.

"Bizarre." Lylia shudders slightly... D'renn-'lizard-spawn. "And just a little bit more odd than usual... Druseth imparts morals on me, I corrupt him, it's a give and take." She smirks slightly, eyes glancing towards the door. They get along well, really... He's her only love, after all. "Yeah.. We wanna know Lis said?" She squarks slightly. Ohhh dear, scary nanny.

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

Merra shrugs and wanders back over to the knot of people with her precious klah. Barely avoiding being tripped by Swawa, she glares hard enough at the brat to burn holes in the girl then continues on to take a seat by Edaeyn.

Tyara tilts her chin upwards, sending Lis a semi-haughty look. "Hrm, and what makes you think he did?" she snaps back. So what if it's true, she's denying everything until proven guilty. "I just saved him from being molested by you!" Violent greenriders. Beware of them.

Lis' feathers don't take much to be ruffled, but Tyara's getting there. "I /saw/ him go off with you. I've heard he did from various sources as well," is added just as haughty as the assistant nanny's being. "I was not... it's all Alymath's fault, and he ought to know what he's getting into in a flight." Not her fault, of course.

Sasha arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Frist blinks in from ::between::!
Sasha calls to Frist, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

Tyara snorts. "Could /you/ keep Alymath from rising?" She thinks not. "Then what makes you think M'rin could keep Rixesith from it? And people gossip," she says, disregarding the fact that the living caverns were indeed rather crowded... "Of course you saw him go off with me; I was trying to prevent the poor lad from fainting."

Sasha How long ago did this happen?

Lylia doesn't wanna get into this.... She just nibbles at her cookie, head swinging between the pair to watch with wide eyes. /Scary/ people, after all. "That's not nice to Lis, not her fault the emotions accompanying mating flights... Not M'rin's fault either, it's what dragons do." She can accept that the bronzer would need some help to keep from fainting. "Maybe we shouldn't pry, Lis?" The smirk hides under concern worry... Not pry with /Tyara/, at least.

"Oh, she /owes/ me an explanation after this harassment, Lylia." Lis has thoroughly gone off in the perturbed end of her mood spectrum. "D'renn managed to keep himself out of the bedlam," she adds pointedly, as if it were mostly the poor bronzerider's fault for getting involved. Turning now to her cookie for solace, she grumbles things about weyrlingmasters not giving warnings and such. And so Lis slings the blame 'round randomly.

"What harrassement?!" The words come out in a hiss, Tyara sending Lis an incredous glare. Harrassing, her? "I didn't htink you'd be interested in M'rin, seeing as T'sin seemed good enough for your purposes," the nanny continues, fingers clenching and unclenching the material of her skirt.

Merra looks up now at Lis. "It does no good to try and blame anything on anyone. Things happen and you can't always control the circumstances." Her voice is soft but clear, with only a hint of a waver in it.

Merra looks also at Tyara, obviously applying that to her as well.

Sasha yawns and looks absolutely shattered. "I've been travelling for what seems like forever, so I'm going to go and put my head down for a bit. Maybe I'll get up to speed on the gossip another time!

Merra smiles distactedly at the girl, but keeps her gaze focused on Lis and Tyara. "See you later Sasha."

Aha. Tyara's just about dug herself into a hole now, with that last statement to Lis. "So, M'rin was good enough for /your/ purposes, then?" The greenrider turns the nanny's insult back on her, reaching for another cookie with a glare at Merra. It's goint to be a two-tray day, alright.

Sasha raises an eyebrow and ducks the shrapnel on the way to the dorms.

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

Merra rolls her eyes. She smiles quickly at Edaeyn before heading outside for a short dose of spring air. Merra exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Tyara ignores anyone but Lis, focusing her gaze on the greenrider. "/I/ had no purposes," she states, staring at her quarry. "And I was trying to /help/ M'rin. He was quite shattered thanks to /your/ pack of green hormones out there," she snaps, waving her hand in the direction of the bowl.

Ohhh dear. Lylia doesn't know what happened to T'sin, and the poor little brownrider doesn't even know where her cloak got to. She's just going along on this ride, backing away slightly to hopefully not merit a glare... But Tyara's words earn hers, a cold look. "Don't insult the dragons."

"Yes, Tyara, stay in denial if it'll make you feel better." Lis is far, far too smug to be bothered by any blows at her lump of green hormones. It's her alibi, anyway. "But we all know there's something between you two. And if you won't crack, the perhaps M'rin will!" Whilst ominous words ring from her lips, the greenrider idly brushes cookie crumbs from her fingers.

Tyara snorts again, her lips arching into something that can only be described as a semi-evil semi-smirk. "Yes, do ask M'rin. I'm sure he'll tell you what happened, which is /nothing/, and maybe then you'll be convinced!" Hrm. Of course, she needs to talk to M'rin first about that. Chances are he might have gotten the wrong picture of things... "And what do you mean 'something between us'?!" she practically squeals.

Edaeyn exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Lis' brows arc smartly up at Tyara with something akin to a cackle coming from the throat. "I /knew/ it. I knew it. Now, you can't deny it, not squeaking like that." Heard and witnessed, after all. "Go on... After all, you found out what happened to me, afterwards." She's hanging on to every word, of course, a smirk tossed off in cowering-Lylia's direction. Hah.

People squeak and it doesn't mean anything. See? Lylia's doing it right now... Blinking hazily as she stares at the pair, her jaw hanging slightly.

"I was just surprised that the rumors seem to be those," Tyara informs Lis through clenched teeth. "What did /you/ hear?" she inquires of the greenrider, her eyes narrowing even further. It's always good to know what gossip circulates about yourself afterall, so you can make counterstrikes.

Merra walks in from the Central Bowl.
Merra steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.

Edaeyn stalks restively in from the Central Bowl.
Edaeyn exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Lis peers demurely at the front of her uniform, checking it for crumbs and other food bits. "Now, Tyara, if there's nothing going on, why should it matter what people are saying? Gossip flies everyday, y'know." Of course /she/ knows; she's usually resposible for some of it.

Tyara has the same thought. "Yes /you/ should know it flies around," she states, sending Lis a hard glance. "And I'd like to know what people say about me so I can defend myself," she snarls, finally sinking into a chair. Standing up and fuming is so hard...

"Think about it, Tyara dear. If you go off with a bronzerider just after a mating flight, what /are/ people going to think?" Lis asks sweetly, almost showing a hint of pity for the nanny. Too many morals in this rider. "I know what I'd think, and it seems to be the opinion of a few folk as well."

"I don't know Lis, why don't you tell me," comes the sweet reply from Tyara. "And what's wrong with bronzeriders all of a sudden? You should be the last to degrade them."

Lis' pink-clad shoulders bob in an innocent nod. "It doesn't have to be a bronzerider. It could be a bronwrider, or even a bluerider. It sill looks bad," she adds haughtily. "And I'm not degrading bronzeriders." No, she's an equal-opportunity degrader.

Tyara snorts. "So in other words, you don't think that I am qualified to spend time with riders of any color?"

D'renn strides in from the Central Bowl.

M'rin shuffles quietly in from the Central Bowl.

Rade jaunts in from the Central Bowl.

Lis shakes her head at Tyara again, still smirking. "Whether or not your qualified isn't my opinion, but really. During a mating flight?" Oh, look... it's the man of the candlemark. Waving cheerily to M'rin, she even flashes D'renn a smile. Something's got her in a good mood.

M'rin shuffles in quietly, oh-so quietly. Nu-uh. He's not here. Really...No. Wait. He is here, but he's somebody else that no one wants to talk to...right? Okay, well maybe not. But M'rin is still being really, reeeeally quiet...Oh shardit all. He's been noticed.

D'renn presumably isn't the man of the candlemark... never mind. He's cheerful enough, aiming a pat at M'rin's shoulder as D'renn accelerates past and towards the klah pot. "Afternoon ladies... can I get you anything?"

Tyara, on the other hand, just sends Lis an icy stare, not even bothering to turn around to see who she's greeting. "During /your/ mating flight, where you didn't exactly seem to regret not being able to throw yourself at M'rin," she hisses, turning abruptly as she hears D'renn. The 'lingmaster gets a look as well, and then the nanny notices, oh Faranth, M'rin. He didn't hear her, did he??

Rade springs into view, dancing around M'rin, and falls casually on a seat next to ... some people. " G'afternoon, y'all." Rade greets, the smile on her face seem to big for her head. Her too blue eyes blink at Tyara and Lis and M'rin. Has she walked in on something? She whispers at D'renn, " Urm. Have I walked in on something?"

"Klah, please?" Lis asks the weyrlingmaster sweetly. She needs something to wash her cookies down after all. Tyara's comment is shrugged off good-naturedly; the nanny might go and embarass herself after all. "It's not my fault. Just Alymath's influence."

"Only if I have... Klah?" D'renn answers Rade, pitcher in hand as he pours for himself and Lis.

M'rin has good ears? He heard. Faintly, but he heard. Not that he's going to mention it or anything, just keep it in the back of his mind for...blackmail purposes? Though it isn't very good for blackmailing with, unfortunately...M'rin blinks a few times, then begins to edge away. They can talk about him all they like, as long as he can get to the hearth...Spring chills, you know...

Tyara spins around, away from Lis, and stalks towards a chair as far away from the greenrider as she can get. Oh look, there's M'rin. The 'rider gets a faint smile. Afterall, it isn't the poor boy's fault. Just everyone else's, yup. "Afternoon, M'rin," the nanny greets quietly, deciding to ignore the rest of the gossipers.

Rade takes off her coat, folding it up neatly underneath of her. " Oh, yes please," Rade acknowledges his asking. " But I don't seem to have a cup right now. Just a sec!" Her hand dives underneath of the table, catching her trusty hot pink mug, which she drags out carefully and places on the table. " There."

D'renn fills up Rade's pink mug deftly, carrying his own and one for Lis over to the greenrider. "There ya go... what's today's topic of conversation?" Note D'renn's complete lack of encumbrances today.

M'rin pauses in his shuffling track towards the hearth, casting a glance (a shy glance?) at Tyara. "G'a-afternoon, T-tyara..." Evil people. Gossipping about poor M'rinnie. M'rin hesitates, torn between actually getting to the hearth, and being polite (and nice?) to Tyara...Gah...

Lis won her argument with Tyara, buoying her spirits up into the giddy range. "Afternoon, Rade!" calls the greenrider cheerily, waggling fingers at the brownrider befre wrapping them around the klah mug. "Well, it's a bit complicated..." Lis answers D'renn as tactfully as possible, being as a few of the topics are in the room.

"And isn't it always?" D'renn retorts cheerfully. He seems in no hurry to say anything more though: face-watching is interesting enough for the moment.

Rade blows at the hot steam, which tickles her nose abruptly, and throws a hearty waggle of fingers back at Lis. " Good you tell me, too?" Rade whispers rather loudly towards Lis; the girl is sitting a little farther from Rade then she should be.

Tyara sends M'rin a weary glance, turning away slightly. Let him do what he wants. She's in the mood to tear off heads anyway. Which, of course, origins from the sulking Swawa in the corner. At least the girl's taking care of herself right now.

Lylia walks in from the Central Bowl.

Lis leans closer to Rade before she answers, scraping her chair along the floor. "It kinda started a few nights ago, but now it's mostly about M'rin." Hopefully that'll satisfy the gossip-hounds. That said, the greenrider goes back to complacent cookie-munching with a wave to her wingmate she enters. "'Lo Lylia!"

It's Lis's scared lil gossipy brownrider? Lylia wanders in, eyes nervously darting about. Lis and Ty haven't killed each other? "He... Hello." Meep. Ly shuffles in further, immediately heading to the cookies. Rade gets a wave, and the Raspberry One gets ignored.

Rade eyes the girl entering. Not in a bad eyeing way, though. A good eyeing way. A happy, ' How are you doing?' eyeing way. " Oh?" Rade plays around with her klah, some of it getting on the table, other parts of it getting in her mouth. " Tell me more, tell me more!"

D'renn gets ignored by Lylia, but doesn't ignore her in turn. "Hello there Lylia!" But of course, he's rather interested in what Lis has to say.

Lis promptly drags Lylia into her tangled web. "Ask Lylia." The greenrider points one finger at her poor friend. "She was there, and she started it all." Another cookie is put to her lips hurriedly after the attempt to distract all the nosy riders.

Lylia peers at D'renn. Shards, she was noticed. "Hello, D'renn!" She waggles her fingers in a short wave at the weyrlingmaster, before hearing the words she dreaded. "What?!" An accusing gaze turns on Lis. "What'd I do now?" Snatching up a cookie, she throws it at Lis's head. Meanie.

Throwing cookies! Oh, the horror. "Lyliaaa!" Lis whines piteously as she ducks to avoid the flying sweet. "You did too start it. With that comment of yours." See? She's even being nice enough not to mention what the comment was about.

Lylia only throws them at those who deserve it... And eats another to appease the Spirits of Cookiedom. "/Excuse/ me, you /well/ did start it." Even if Ly /did/ say something, Lis must have started it.

"Stop that!" D'renn roars at Lylia - not bothering to get up though.

Lis hunkers down in her seat, to provide less of a target in case her evil bronwriding wingmate gets any more impulses to throw food. "I just commented about certain people, and you then commented about how certain people weren't all that bad looking, and it kinda went downhill from there." /That's/ an understatment, alright.

"But D'renn!" Lylia gives her best wounded expression, her eyes emerald pools of innocence. "Lis is being rather unkind to me again. And I'm too lazy to go and give her a good poke.... And come /on/ Lis, of course it went downhill, but you were making me slightly ill." Certain things shouldn't be thought.

"Throwing cookies is something children do. Do you want to spend a sevenday back in the Weyrling barracks, Lylia?" D'renn threatens. He subsides fairly quickly though - the conversation is too interesting.

Lis' eyes can get just as wide an innocent as Lylia's, thank you very much. "/I/ was making /you/ sick? I should think not. /I/ wasn't commenting on certain people's leathers. Or the way they look in them!" With a haughty snort, Lis lets information slip with little regard for the impact. Lylia threw /cookies/ after all.

D'renn leans his rather stubbled chin in one hand, elbows on the table as he listens. This is definitely interesting.

Rade eyes those who fight with a careful, cautious air; she does /not/ want to join in. " Put your conflicts aside and be one," she suggests. Though it's never worked for her, who knows, it might work for them. " We're all wingriders here ... and adults, too!" Just to put aside any doubt.

"That's in doubt!" D'renn quips to Rade. Sorry.... he's not convinced.

Lylia growls faintly. "No, I don't think I do." Rrrr. Lis and Tya were the ones disturbing the peace earlier... And /she's/ the only one getting threatened?! Lis gets a dark look, her best Druseth expression. "Actually, you /were/ commenting on certain people... Certain people that can make some of us even loose our appetite for bubblies. You are just as guilty as I in that conversation, my dear." And she'll keep it that way. Another D'renn-wards glare, though Rade gets a slight smile. She's being nice, at least.

D'renn does seem to be hearing any definite gossip... So he gets up, takes his klah mug, and heads out. Boring, boring, boring.

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

Rade attempts to hide behind her cup. " What's all this about, anyway? Maybe there's away we can resolve our conflicts ... " she tries to ponder up the ways she stopped little bratlings from fighting from days of yonder.

Lis watches D'renn leave with a definate sigh of relief. She can now gossip freely. "I was commenting on certain people, aye, but really. Talking about the weyrlingmaster like that was just disgusting, Lylia." She's not quarreling, just letting the cavern know of certain rider's opinions. Rade gets an innocent shrug from the little greenling. She's the victim here, right?

Riiiight. Victim. Gotchya. Rade turns to Lylia for her side of the story.

Lylia laughs. Really, just a short, barking sound. "/You/ think /I'm/ disgusting?! You're the one who was talking about /Ko'en/! Come /on/ now..." Her voice remains somewhat low, anger infused in it slightly. Ly gets angry? Who woulda thought? "Not to mention how you've been prying constantly about M'rin... What are you doing with that?" Tormenting nannies isn't something she approves of, after all.

Zae arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Kiefer arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

"At least Ko'en's of a decent age!" Lis snaps back, fingers reaching for another cookie - just to eat, of course. "And it's not like you've never pried. I'm just curious, and I know there's something going on. You've never had your personal life put on display and judged, have you?" Since the yelling-and-accusing method doesn't seem to be working, Lis plays up to Lylia's sympathy with a pair of puppy-dog eyes.

Rade gives those who have just entered the living caverns a warning look which seems to say; ' Run for your lives! Run! Run!' Fingertips curl 'round mug as she simply drinks, listens, nods semi-understandingly. " Is this about a fellow?" she asks, wondering, hoping she hasn't just opened a chasm of evil yelling.

Zae strolls in, and selects a bubbly pie before sitting close to the exit. an idle wave is given to the gathered residents. She takes a bite, giving ade a curious gaze before trying to catch the conversation.

Kiefer enters from the inner chambers, footsteps light, eyes to the ground. Unfortunatly, he does catch Rade's look, and doesn't run. He stays silent, and quickly finds a table to sit at. Nod is given to those present, and he glances around curiously, his surrondings still rather new to him.

"Ko'en's of decent age for you?" Lylia raises an eyebrow, lips quirked. She's calm, she's calm.... "Next thing you know you'll be raiding the bratcaves for Dreck. I rarely pry, because I'm rarely paying attention to gossip unless it catches my ear... I especially don't keep after it until it leads to particular nastiness." She's the sweet one, tone softening, but her eyes still glare. "I haven't, because I keep my personal life quiet, and if it comes up, let the attention slip away. People are distractable. And haven't you been doing that to poor M'rin?" Ly tosses out the last phrase, nibbling on a cookie herself.

Rade wriggles her nose. " Is it about M'rin?" Not that she has anything against the boy. He just isn't her type.

Lis snorts dismissively at Lylia's comments regarding age. "At least I've only got a handful of Turns on him, which is more than you can say for the lecherous scum you've been leering at." Her other comment causes her to bristle, anger flashing through her usually-dull mud pool browns. "I'm not judging him, I'm just curious. I don't have opinions of who's with who, unlike some people in this weyr."

Khloe arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Unable to catch onto the conversation, Zae glances around at the residents. She notices Kiefer, and frowns. Hmm...he seems familiar...She takes another bite of the bubbly.

Lylia doesn't have opinions either about such... 'Cept when a person gets on her back. Another low growl is emitted. "I don't 'leer', thank you. Though I'd be happy to proceed to make comments about /your/ behavior in the past half a turn, if you wish. And I didn't say I would be leering and slobbering after him... I merely said he was better than /you're/ favorite bluerider. If I would leer at /anyone/ it would be T'nis or such." Emerald eyes can be dangerous, and her glare remains dark, a brooding expression continuing. "Not really," she comments to Rade, her eyes never leaving Lis, before she continues. "I don't know... There's a line between judging and /overly prying/. How close do you think you are to it?" Lis is the gossip queen, it seems. "You best not insinuate about me unless you want all that shardin' stuff thrown right back at you."

What has Khloe walked into? She walks over to her usual seat, noticing as she walks that there are several people she doesn't know. "Hi." she says quietly.

Not really wanting to be caught up in an argument about behavior, Kief stands and glances around again. Spotting Zae, he silently joins the young girl. "Hi." is softly stated, and a small smile is offered. "May I join you?"

Rade ponders. " Overly prying is when someone hides inside of another person's weyr and watches them do stuff?" Not that she's ever done that. Nu-uh. " Hullo," she waves towards Kief, in a sort of frantic, help me kinda of way.

"Comment away!" Lis retorts back to Lylia, waving a dismissive hand at the brownrider. "But you don't have much to comment /on/. My behavior isn't much to talk about..." She lets that last bit hang, not quite implying anything, while a smug smirk creeps over her lips. "See?" And here comes Rade with her supporting argument. "I think they're both just being overly paranoid. I just want to know what happened, even if nothing did! But it doesn't seem to be that way."

Zae exchanges the tiniest hint of a smile with Kiefer. "Of course.." her eyes study his face for a moment. "You...look...familiar..." she says, almost in a daze.

Kiefer glances back at the group, noticing the help-me look. He sends an appologetic one in reply, then turns back to Zae. He's a little busy right now. "Do I?" he carefully scrutinizes Zae, and hmms softly. "As do you." is then stated softly. "Perhaps we've met, and cannot remember?"

Oorla walks in from the Central Bowl.

Zae nods slowly. "Perhaps..." then she blinks. "Oh, I'm sorry...I'm Zae." she smiles, letting her teeth show a little.

"Do you think getting a person drunk to pump them for information is a /little/ over the line?" Lylia turns her sweet smile on Rade, before her sharp glare turns back on EvilLis. "Unlike /some/ people, I will joke... But certain times when curiousity continues, it's downright disturbing." Maybe Lis should visit Jathen, /he's/ a mindhealer. She snorts slightly, shaking her head. "Oh really? I suppose you haven't looked around my dear... You pry and condemn, but can't see your own actions. The fact is, they aren't being overly paranoid. They said stop, and you continued! Needing new gossip to sink your teeth into." Scowl.

Oorla slips quietly into the caverns, snags a glass of redfruitjuice and sits at a table.

D'renn strides in from the Central Bowl.

D'renn returns, bringing back his empty mug.

Rade glances at Oorla, offering her a sweet little wave over her klah mug. She somehow manages to move her chair over from where she was previously seating to towards Zae and Kief. " Oh? Really?" she asks. " My dad's name was Z'ade! Or, um, Zoade before he impressed. Neat, huh?" She pretends to ignore previous yellings and shoutings and sickly sweet smiles.

Kiefer holds out a hand. "I'm Kiefer. Most people call me Kief, though. Well met, Zae." he pulls out a chair, sitting down. He brushes a bit of long hair out of his face, pulling a bit closer to the table. Quick glance is given to the knot. "Perhaps we've seen each other in the halls?" he suggests, motioning to it. Tone is soft, and he then turns quiet, fearing he's said too much already. He hopes not to be as a loud mouth, although some things can't be avoided.

Rade waves to D'renn. " It's pretty nice in here other then those two hullelaboos." Whatever that is.

Lis doesn't need new gossip; she's got Lylia. "Fine, I'll leave those two alone. But you were willing to get him drunk, as well. So don't act like you're completely innocent. Not after what you said about D'renn..." Raising her brows smugly, the greenrider resorts at last to name-dropping. Petty bickering is not her particular skill.

Zae looks over to Rade, and smiles sympathetically after hearing a bit of the conversation. "Really? Isn't that interesting?" she turns back to Kiefer. "Well met. Yes, perhaps..." she shakes his hand carefully.

D'renn thumps his behind into a seat near Lis. "You mentioned my name?" She definitely did.

Rade sort of crouches in her chair, gazing at Lis and Lylia over top of it. " Yes, I think she did," the brownrider agrees.

Lylia smirks faintly, shaking her head. She's amused at least. "Lis, Lis... ever hear of a person who's /joking/?! Besides, I didn't have those ulterior motives... I just find it amusing when that kinda thing happens. Just ask 'bout 'Nely." She's the wine-server of the Weyr. "Of course I'm not innocent... But you're going to leave them alone?" D'renn is really ignored now. Reeeaaally. "And what you said about Ko'en?"

Lis can deal with D'renn; at least, he's easier to deal with than Lylia. "You happened to be part of the conversation," she explains with a helpless shrug. Now, her fellow ex-weyrling gets a stare. "It was just an opinion. I'm only human, you know." Why must things always backfire on her?

Kiefer softly hmms, wondering is he actually has something interesting to talk about. He turns, and listens to the group. Maybe he'll find something in there...

"Why am I part of the conversation, though?" D'renn is eager to know, looking around at everyone... whether they're talking about him or not.

"And I am too, my dear." Smirk. Lylia shrugs lazily, popping another cookie in her mouth. "You're in this conversation because we've covered about every other person and thing me and Lis can in our arguement." Hrmph. Mean ol' Lis.

Oorla leans back in her chair, feeling somewhat lost by this conversation. Maybe if she listens long enough she'll figure it out. Then again, maybe she won't.

Khloe exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Rade sighs towards D'renn. " I have yet to actually figure out what this conversation is about." And she's been sitting here ever since it started. " Will you guys calm down? You're causing tremors in my klah!" In her now coldish and gross klah that sits over at the table where they sit.

Lis reaches for yet another cookie, even devouring the oatmeal-contaning thing gratefully. "There's a thing called taste, dear," she quips back to Lylia, conveniently ignoring D'renn as she slumps back in her chair. Lylia's meaner than she is.

D'renn still isn't sure what's going on, though he does reach for a cookie. "Do I smell or something, Lylia?" he asks suddenly, fed up of being ignored.

Lylia nods slightly, looking somewhat innocent. "Yes there is... And you certainly don't have it." Lylia's not meaner... /She/ doesn't get in arguements with nannies for no reason. Leaning back, the brownrider keeps her angelic look. Sorta. Laughing slightly, she peers at D'renn. "No... Though just in case, don't come any closer."

Talk about mood-swings! D'renn gives Lylia a long hard stare, and keeps his distance.

Oorla chuckles softly and makes a mental note not to come in contact with one of D'renn's evil stares.

Lis rolls her eyes at Lylia with a long-suffering sigh. "Right, right. At least I don't compare weyrlingmasters to ferrets." A seemingly random statement, or is it? "Even if you /were/ joking about it." Huffing again, she gives Lylia a wary eye. Scary, scary brownrider.

"Ferrets?!" squeaks D'renn in alarm.

Lylia was just giving D'renn the attention he wanted... And turns an innocent gaze on him before returning to smirking at Lis. "As I recall, /you/ started with that comparison, after saying he was a tunnelsnake... Um, you don't want to know, D'renn." Grinning slightly at the eeeevil greenrider, she gets ready to pull out her best remarks on /her/ taste.

Just to follow the crowd, Rade gives Lylia an evil stare. No particular reason for it.

"Yes I do..." D'renn says through gritted teeth, not even commenting on 'tunnelsnake'.

"/You/ said it would be interesting, if I remember," Lis feels the need to point out to Lylia. Pity the rest of the cavern, having to listen to this. "Maybe he should know..." she suggests brightly, bobing her shoulders in a non-commital shrug. She's not going to say it.

"Maybe he doesn't." D'renn doesn't need to know what Lylia said. The smirk widens. "He might not like some of your remarks with comparisons... A little insulting, I think." Or moreso.... But the young woman just gives her own shrug.

Rade speaks up, " I'd like to know!" Once again, there's no reason for it, of course.

"I definitely want to know," D'renn drawls, looking from Lis to Lylia with eyebrows raised. "Or do I have to haul each of you in turn into somewhere private, to get answers from you?"

The comment slips from Lis' lips before she can stop herself: "Oh, Lylia'd enjoy that." A blink, a flush, and the greenrider is reaching for her klah mug to hide behind. Even if its contents are cold and starting to congeal.

Oorla slaps her hand over her mouth to prevent her laughter from spraying juice all over the caverns. She didn't realize that Lis was so...forward!

"And you wouldn't, Lis?" D'renn dares the greenrider.

Lylia would like to throw something at Lis... Preferably something large and heavy. Made of metal. "As long as /Ko'en's/ there for Lis here." She hisses slightly, eyes narrowing. That girl's gonna get it.

Zae goes home.

Oh, dear... "I... I..." Poor Lis is speechless, looking helplessly from D'renn to Lylia and back. It's just one of those 'open mouth insert foot' kind of days. Whimpering, she reaches out for another cookie only to find her suppy run down.

D'renn ate the last cookie - he's so evil. "Well Lis?"

Lylia is beginning to enjoy herself, stretching as she grins coyly at the greenrider. "'Brat got your tongue?" No one ever said brownriders had to be nice.

Derwin arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Rade is getting quiet sick of this, really. It'll never give her a good mood. So she decides to get up and get some food. Cookies, preferably.

Derwin nearly falls back out the doorway in the sight of the large crowd before him. Regathering himself, he runs a hand through his hair to compose himself, and clumps with heavy boots towards the klah, with nary a greeting towards anyone.

Lis' fingers start to wring themselves. "Well, y'know, I've never really thought about it before..." Things can't get much worse, can they? Taking a deep breath, she gives her final verdict: "I'd guess not, no..."

D'renn opens his mouth. D'renn closes his mouth. D'renn tries to figure out what Lis just agreed to. Finally he asks, "So does that mean you two are going to stop bickering and tell me what's going on?" The 'lingmaster's a little flustered, looking around for help.

"'Lo!" Lylia idly waves at Derwin, smirking faintly... Someone else to watch as Lis attempts to get her in trouble? "No? Awww." Things can always get worse, and the brownriders languidly continues to stretch and grin at her greenriding wingmate, dark smile remaining. "You can't drag me down unless you're willing to come too."

Lis' face is starting to go pink, to the point where she's even willing to sip at cold klah. "Fine. I'll come, but only if you don't cop out, Lylia." She doesn't want to be stuck there having to explain all by herself and explain everything. Oh /no/.

Rade exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Derwin allows himself a miniscule nods towards Lylia, rolling his eyes a bit as he poors himself a mug of klah, stares at hit disapprovingly with furrowed brows, shrugs, and heads off to his corner.

Lylia stands, hands on her hips as she watches Lis. One eyebrow is raised, and she tosses her head slightly. "Sure. I won't if you don't." She's a sweet lil thing, really. Not at /all/ dangerous. Her light glance darts about the room, before once more resting on Lis.

Kiefer, still listening, shifts all the way around. He sits silent, able to help out now, since he is no longer 'busy'. Then he gets to wondering if he should honestly be listening in, and sinks into his own thoughts.

D'renn still isn't sure... Is he now supposed to be hauling Lis and Lylia off to somewhere private? Because if so.... Taking a deep breath, the 'lingmaster stands up, looking expectant.

Lis might just have to be pried from her chair, still clenching a mug of cold klah. But wait, she's supposed to be the one with a concience and morals and such? "I won't." With that, she stands up as well, waiting for someone else to move.

Lylia has morals... She just doesn't have ones she'll go against. Placing her hands on the back of the chair, she keeps her best evil grin. "Then I won't... And poor D'renn will be in the dark."

D'renn is definitely lost, looking from brownrider to greenrider with eyebrows raised... and a hint of the puppy-dog in his blue eyes.

"That's the most sensible thing you've said all day, Lylia!" Lis exclaims brightly, settling back down into her chair. Talk about your mood swings.

"And we don't want D'renn to be upset at not knowing about our arguement, so of course we should tell him." Lylia smirks slightly.... Oooh. After all, can't let the weyrlingmaster know a greenrider thinks he's a tunnelsnake.

No hint of puppy dog in Derwin's eyes; he sits silently and gloomily in his corner sipping klah just for the sake of it. He stares at the girls evenly, muttering grumpily to himself.

"Well, I suppose this won't be settled now, and Druseth needs to hunt." Lylia trails towards the door, smirking... "And if you say anything to him and I find out... I'll tell him what you said." Sauntering out, she gives a little wave to all.

"Oh, I give /up/," D'renn declares irritably. "I'll speak to you later..." he threatens Lis, and stalks out after Lylia.

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

Lylia can't leave... it's not fair to Lis. But at least D'renn leaves as well. The greenrider is safe, for the time being.