[Editor's note: this occurs after D'renn's had Lylia in his lap for his Turnday. For that log, check out Lylia's page.]

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 Bow-Wow, Tiramisu, Lox, Maeva, Solo, Heaven, Buffy, Fiannan, and Inaho.
You see Fantastic Triple Layer Bubbly Surprise, Tsunami Banner, Old Auntie sit-by-the-fire, Fluffernut, Kali, Azlan, Nali, Brat, Fruity White Wine, Saphron, Missy, and Dustina here.
Lylia, Ragis, Kh'et, Braniff, and Derwin are here.

Lis even is a bit less approving of Lylia's action than Druseth. But the brownrider just shrugs, wincing at the greenrider's scariness. "Ack!" Suddenly, the rider's heading towards the ground, looking mildly puzzled. Sigh. Guess she'll have to wait till next Turn. She gestures to herself. "See? Not sitting there anymore. And of course I have to ask Lis... Though just because you're a greenrider doesn't mean that you get to have all the fun." Now Lylia settles for the seat the weyrlingmaster has vacated. She just hates standing, really.

Shelby pipes up at her name, having been staring at the spilled girl. She then nods, cookie crumbs all oer her mouth. "Okies..."

Siannen nods, then pokes Jasp up out of her lap, collecting Shelby on her way over to Ragis, Jasp trailing behind.

Ragis holds his arm out for Siannen to sit on his lap if she wants. He smiles at her and Jasp and Shelby.

Siannen deposits Shelby so she can do what she wants, then scrambles into Ragis' lap. Jasp of course scrambles into Jeryem's, because he's sitting right beside, of course...

Edaeyn blinks as she enters, unable to help wondering, with a quirk of the lip, if they don't have enough chairs.

Kh'et ahhhh's to Jeryem. "I can udnerstand that.....I went from a very affectionate hold to the Harper Hall, were if you were the wrong sort of affectionate, you could be sent back home and your apprenticeship terminated....Ragis had to talk me into kissing D'renn.....Hours it took too...I could never have done that to Master Caramak.....THen again, their such completely diffrent men...."

Lis smirks happily as Lylia is tumbled back into the realm of those who do not sit on people's laps. "I don't see how sitting in someone's lap is fun, let alone sitting in D'renn's lap." Of course, there's always that one niggling thought in the back of her mind. "Was it... comfortable?" Come on, you knew she wanted to sit in it. Really.

Ragis sets his mug down and wraps his arms around the girl and whispers to both her and Kh'et, "This is the best I could have gotten from coming here, loves." Ragis sighs softly and doesn't seem to hear his mate's comment. His eyes are closed as he leans his chin against Siannen's forehead, a slight smile on his lips.

"Oh yeah... Soft leathers, nice and comfortable, with a good backrest. Much better than some cold, hard chair." Lylia stretches slightly. She knew Lis wanted to, and will satisfy any curiousity. "You shoulda... A D'renn-chair is certainly rather nice. And it is fun. Amusing, at least. And it's his Turnday." The wicked grin creeps up, as if she hadn't been dumped to the floor by a retreating D'renn. "Gotta have /some/ fun with it. Suppose we just find different things fun."

Edaeyn exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Nodding to Kh'et, Jeryem finishes his klah, and looks at the mug for a long moment. "I think I'd better go; I've got chores to do, and I don't want anybody /else/ mad at me."

Lis gives a fleeting glance out into the bowl. Lylia makes it sound so sharding /fun/... "Maybe I should've, but really. Isn't there anyone younger or cuter who wants someone in their lap?" Ko'en, maybe? "Even if it is his Turnday."

"Don't ask for volunteers. Just walk in, say hi, and hop up on their lap." Lylia thinks it was fun, but gives a faint shrug, poking at a tray of meatrolls. "Or find someone younger and cuter with a Turnday. And you can always find an excuse or joking reason to hop up on a lap." All she needs to know about life she learned from ferrets, the lap-hoggers. Poke, poke. The meatrolls get a disgusted look. "I'm sure there's someone around who's younger and cuter and wouldn't mind a Lis in their lap."

Siannen blinks awake, having drifted off sometime...she snuggles, grinning at her sister. "I'm Jathper...Who're you?" The kid might as well know, since she /is/ sitting in his lap...

"But! I couldn't!" Lis looks shyly up at the immoral little Lylia. She really couldn't - just doesn't have it in her. "They'd have to offer first. Or dare me, or something," she states with a shake her her head. "No way I'd do it willingly." Not even with Alymath's 'influence'.

Ragis blinks and says, "Hmmm? Me? "I'm Siannen's uncle Ragis." He smiles and glances at Jeryem, nodding as he leaves.

"See you all later," says Jeryem cheerfully, standing and then, lest he be spotted by some less-than-pleasant family member, taking quick steps into the lower caverns.

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

Jasper scrambles and manages to stay on the bench, looking a bit miffed.

"You know you're not so much more filled with morals than me." Lylia shakes her head, grinning at the older rider. "But trust me, I wouldn't do it either... Dares, seen it happen. Or sometimes you just get the opportunity to do it, where it fits." Like what she just had. "Watch for it. Fun chances are just that. Fun." Another shrug, another poke at the food present. "And willingly... There's always a chance. Why're you so uptight, anyway?" Words may be harsh, but her tone is soft, friendly.

Lis sighs deeply at Lylia's appraisal of her character. It hurts, really. "I am too. I don't go plunking myself into the lap of the first person who walks in the caverns. Shardit, I'm craftbred after all." She's got not idea what Lylia is - presumably, she was born like this. "Alymath's got more lechery in her tailtip than in all of me." The greenrider pouts, peering up through her brows at her wingmate. See?

Braniff walks in from the Central Bowl.

Braniff sighs and rubs at his face as he enters. He glances up and is pleasantly surprised to see Lis still here.

Ragis smiles a greeting to the newcomer. He snuggles Siannen more securely on his lap.

Lylia didn't sit in the lap of the /first/ person to walk in the caverns. But she just lets the playful grin remain. "Aww. Well, I'm not really that bad. My worst side's just been about lately... Not that it hasn't been fun. Craftbred?" The rider gives a slight nod. "Yep... My parents were vintners, I was raised at Benden Hold so I did once have /some/ morals." Contrary to popular belief. "Being up here for a few Turns has corrupted me, I think. But I Alymath's likely got more lechery in her tailtip than most of us... Don't you ever want to forget a few of those morals? Not worry, just relax?" The once-shybunny Lylia saying this? But she leans back once more, faint grin even at her innocent wingmate.

Finally glancing away from her attempt to sway Lylia towards sympathy, Lis spots Braniff as well, a little smile lighting up her face as she waves one hand warmly towards the man. And then, Lylia has to speak... "Well, I dunno," she mutters softly with a shrug, cheeks taking up a hint of pink as she feebly answers.

Siannen opens her arms as well, letting Jasp snuggle as well. The two of 'em put together aren't all that big...so it's one big, happy pile of relatives...

Braniff smiles and stops by the hearth to pour a mug of klah before going to sit near the only person he knows. "Hi, Lis....."

Ragis grins and cuddles both of the youngsters. He kisses two foreheads before turning to his mate, absolutely beaming.

Ahh, Cuddlepile...what are we up to, by now?

Saven walks out.

"Awww, come on. Sometimes, even...?" Lylia peers innocently at the greenrider. "You must admit, I was fairly morally during weyrlinghood. But I decided having fun would work. Much to Druseth's dismay..." Even now she can hear the dragon, his slight grumbling still heartening.

Kh'et sighs and rests his head on a fist, watching Ragis with the lasses. "We need to have kids...." He decides, then and there.

Braniff blinks in a bit of confusion at the conversation, but smiles at Lis nonetheless.

Siannen blinks lazily at Kh'et through her eyelashes, then smiles up at him. "You can have Jaspy, if you'd like?" The little sis in question mirrors Siannen, though she doesn't really realize it. "Would you?"

Ragis grin fades to a small smile as he asks, "And how are we going to do that? I don't think I'd be able to......." He breaks off, blushing and he tries to bury his vace in Siannen's hair.

"'Lo, Braniff," Lis answers, smilling cheerfully in his direction. A lot easier than trying to face Lylia and respond, but the greenrider does eventually. "Aye, you were. Didn't even drink that much during our first graduation. Well, sometimes... but it's really complicated." That stated, the greenrider is confident to let Lylia mull that one over.

Braniff nods and repeats his soft greeting, "Hi, Lis....." He sips the klah and glances at the other woman nearby and nods a greeting to her as well.

Siannen continues to thing, still blinking now and then. "Or there're the twins...I think mum was going to foster them out too, since Cren and I seem to be doing so well...and now with Jasp..."

Kh'et says, "We could foster....outright adopt...."

Ragis cuddles the sleeping little girls for a moment of two more before handing them off to one of the numerous assistant nannies to take back to they're beds.

Ragis nods and murmurs, "We could......" He seems to be thinking rather seriously about it. "But I don't know if I'm ready for kids yet..."

"Hey, I haven't drunk much since then, either!" Lylia has to point out her redeeming qualities, brushing back her hair with a few fingers. "Druseth isn't fond of my habit... I've cut down to please him, mostly 'cause it seemed like the best option." Wineskins get mourning looks now. "I suppose it must be..." Mull she does.

Kh'et smiles, even chuckles a little. "I didn't say we had to have them right this moment, love.....But you are as good with them as any mother....."

Braniff raises a curious eyebrow toward the two men, making sure he is discreet enough not to be noticed before turning back to the two women.

Ragis blushes slightly at the comment and says, "They're good kids....not all kids are good or easy to get along with. Besides, they're your blood, I'm predisposed to like them." He grins at his mate.

Lis does her best to make introductions. "That's Lylia," she explains to Braniff with polite wave of her hand towards the brownrider. "And this, is Baniff." Hopefully her wingmate got that much from the conversation. "At least Druseth's a good influence on you. I 'spect it's a lot easier to go bad than become good again." Her brows raise skeptically at Evil Lylia.

Braniff smiles and nods again to the other rider. "A pleasure to meet you, Lylia."

Kh'et says, "Actually, I was adopted by Siannen.....She's no blood kin to me....."

"Well met, Braniff!" Lylia gives a warm smile, and a finger-waggling wave. "Surprised I haven't met you yet." But Lis is good enough to introduce. The conversation is resumed, with a sigh on the brownie's side. "Yes... He is a good influence, and a bad in others. And vice versa from my side. I do have some good qualities, you know." A wistful smile returns. "He's a good one, though, the only perfect male. Aside from the blood thing. And even that's got upsides." Evil Lylia? Nahh... "I suppose it is. 'Cause you realize you /like/ having fun! And with me, I just traded vices. Less wine, more lap-sitting." Smirk. "Or at least more outgoingness."

Ragis shrugs and says, "Really? I'd never have known it.....Well, there are other kids here that I really don't care for, but Siannen is a sweet girl." He smiles again and sips his klah. Now that he is unencumbered he leans against his mate's shoulder, sighing in contentment.

Braniff smiles, sips his klah and tries to follow the conversation with a rather blank look in his eyes.

Lis rolls her eyes again - it's starting to be the norm when dealing with Lylia. "Outgoingness is an understatement," she mutter wryly to her nearest companion, Braniff. He's got the right idea, not saying anything; but Lis is stuck in the converstation. "I never said I liked having fun..." she protests, arms folding in their usual sqeaky-leather way across her chest.

Kh'et nods, "Aye....Mev isn't the only hold full of red hair folk......Aife looks as though she could be my auntie as well, but she's not...."

Braniff blinks at Lis and asks, "You don't like having fun? Why not?"

Ragis nods and says, "Now wouldn't that be something? You and Aife being related? Rather scary, that." He sips his klah and rests his free hand on Kh'et's thigh.

Lylia crosses her arm, one eyebrow raising presumptuously. The norm when dealing with Lis. "What was that? I didn't catch it." She bats her lashes, grinning slightly. "And I'm not that bad. Only occasionally. But come /on/... With leathers like those, there's got to be a wild heart within." She knows it, her grin knows it, and she wants to prove it.

All ready to upen her mouth in a protest that she /does/ like to have fun, Lis closes it with a muted snap before she finally states, "I don't like your kind of fun, Lylia. Sitting in laps doesn't strike me as a walk in the gather." At the mention of her leathers, the greenrider actually goes /self-concious/ and looks down at herself. "I am /not/ a wild heart, just because I wear pink leathers!"

Kh'et chuckles, "Aye, and she -acts- so like the rest of my family....I'm the most boring, normal person from Mev......" Got to be saying alot, if it's true, eh?

Braniff mock pouts at Lis and says, "You wouldn't want to sit in laps?" He can't sustain the pout and grins for just a second before resuming a straight face.

Ragis nods and laughs softly. "If it's true. You hungry, love?" He murmurs, seeming to change the subject as he stares off into space.

Kh'et holds up his right hand, palm up. "It is, I swear by Tel's shell.....Aye, as always....."

"Shards, you act like I'm some immoral drunkard who goes weyr to weyr." No, Lylia's /not/ going to make certain comments here. She just rolls her eyes, shaking her head once more. "You don't even know my sense of fun... And it can be. Live a little. Why don't you..." And Braniff has /perfect/ timing. "...sit in his lap?" Braniff gets pointed at by a midnight-gloved hand. A slight grin crosses her face. "You'll see. There's some amusement to be had." For her, perhaps. "You may not be a wild heart, but live a bit. C'mon." She'll take two down with her.

Ragis nods and with a distracted look on his face goes to the larder table and loads up a Kh'et sized serving and then a plate for himself. He returns to the table and sets the plate before his mate with a slight smile before he starts eating his own, so distracted that he doesn't even realize he served himself some of those greens he hates so.

Lis quips back smartly, peering down her round nose, "Maybe you are. I don't know what you're doing when I'm not around." At the mention of sitting in laps, a beautiful roseate blush lights up Lis' paled cheeks. "Now, Lylia, Braniff doesn't want me in his /lap/..." she assures the brownrider with a hint of a quaver in her voice, glance spared in the said man's direction. He doesn't, does he?

Braniff blinks and suddenly his ears are burning. He turns a look on Lis that could be either a frightened look or an invitation, depending on how it was read. However, there is a slight smile on his lips, almost as if he were thinking the same thing.

Kh'et continues to watch his weyrmate, smileing ever so softly, "You've gone broodish again, love...." He grins, "Tis my job you know....."

The brownrider's become a dying wherry, squawking angrily. "I am /not/! You know me, Lis!" Lylia's scowl returns. "You know I'm the last one to go in someone's weyr, and the last standing in a drinking contest." Mean ol' Lis... But the grin is back, and she pats Braniff on the shoulder, ignoring the brilliantly glowing ears. "Come now, you don't mind, now do you Braniff?" She gives her best pleading, watery eyes to him. "I mean, for poor, funless Lis' sake?"

Ragis blinks and says, "Huh? Brooding? Oh, sorry, just thinking is all, love." He smiles and then looks at his plate, grimacing as he notices the half-eaten greens. "Yuck.....why didn't you stop me. That is so nasty....." He wipes his mouth and takes a huge gulp of klah.

Braniff glances from Lylia to Lis and back again. His mouth works, but he can't seem to make anything come out. "Ummm, uh......I, um......I wouldn't mind.....if she wanted to......I guess."

Lis can completely sympathize with Braniff, giving Lylia just as watery a glance as she gave to the poor man. "Do I have to, Lylia? I've never even sat in someone's lap before... well, once, but that was a long time ago." Before she had to keep a short leash on Alymath.

Kh'et nods, grinning, "Very deeply too...." He really tries not to chuckle at the face Ragis makes at the greens. "You didn't seem to mind them when you being broody....."

"Of course, you don't /have/ to, if Braniff's not good enough for you." Lylia puts on her best sorrowful face, standing behind him with a hand on his shoulder. "It's up to you. And hey, there's a first time for everything." Fun-less Lis? The brownrider /has/ to try, at least.

Ragis shudders and says, "That's the only way I'll ever enjoy those things......" He sighs softly and moves the greens away from his tubers, fingerroots and roast beast befre starting to eat again. "And I wasn't brooding...."

Braniff blinks from one woman to the other and sets down his mug with a sigh and says, "I, um......I really don't mind........if you want, Lis. And I don't bite......." His glance is rather worried, is it because she won't or because she might?

Lis stands up from her chair with an indigant snort at Lylia, pushing it back with a bootheel against the seat. "Insult me all you want, but don't take it out on innocent people like Baniff." With that, she wanders closer to the man in question and plunks herself delicately into his lap. Lylia should be gratefull - Lis will never do this again.

Braniff smiles slightly up at Lis and sighs softly. One long, strong arm supports her back and the other drapes rather hesitantly across her thighs, hand politely fisted against her hip. It wasn't as bad as he'd worried, though his ears still burn.

Kh'et can't but help the little chuckle, "Well, none force you to eat them love....." even as he turns to his food. He smiles though, "Thank you love, for serving me, you'dn't have to do that as well....."

"See Lis? That wasn't so bad!" Lylia beams proudly, nodding ever-so-slightly. "And I've never said either of you have to..." Slinking forward slightly, she takes her place standing by Braniff, smiling with a friendly air. "You're quite nice to put up with me for this, thank you!" She's polite, see? "No harm done, and Lis /can/ be a more daring person." Another nod of approval, pride oozing from her.

Ragis shrugs and says, "I was up, so I got yours too.....besides I really have to figure out just how much you do eat for when I celebrate your turnday....which I believe I missed since it was before I got here." He starts munching on the tubers.

Braniff smiles slightly at Lylia and then looks back to Lis. He sighs again and his arm tightens unconsciously around her waist.

Lis glowers skeptically at Lylia, shifting gently on her Braniff-seat. "Well, it is comfortable..." She'll admit that much, quipping to the traveller, "Don't listen to her. She's always badmouthing me..." Loud enough for the girl in question to hear, too.

"See?" Lylia's proud of herself, yep. "Told you... Oh, I am /not/. Only when you deserve it." Snorting, she gives a slight sigh. Silly Lis.

Braniff grins and shaking his head murmurs, "I don't know her well enough to actually listen to her." He is pleased to hear he's comfortable to sit on and concentrates on keeping her comforatble so she'll remain where she is, he seems to like this position.

Kh'et shakes his head, "Nae, we were already weyrmates....it was the day that Sen's green rose...."

Oh, his words are music to Lis' ears, especially when they're distrusting of Lylia. "Oh, shush. You and your ferret-thing are just out to get me," she complains with a long-suffering sigh. Still... she doesn't have much intention of moving off Braniff's lap just yet.

Ragis stops with the fork half-way to his mouth and swallows with a gulp. Tears spring to his eyes suddenly and he shakes his head to try to banish them and takes a gulp of klah. In a strangled voice he says, "Oh....I guess I'd forgotten."

Braniff smiles and with a heavy sigh, moves his arms to a more comfortable position for him. He cringes slightly as that movement snugs her closer to himself, he hopes she doesn't leap up and away from him. He reaches for his klah and takes a sip before setting the mug down again.

Derwin arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Lylia is a poor little rider, isn't she? Never will she help again... Sigh. Plopping in her chair, she pulls her legs up to rest her chin on her knees. "I'm /not/ and Endyion /certainly/ isn't. You're just cranky." That's her opinion, at least. She peers up at the living cavern's ceiling, one question on her mind. "Why am I so cursed? Doesn't /anyone/ like me?"

Braniff blinks at the rider and says, "I just met you, but I like you.....I think you're nice, Lylia." His voice and expression is sincere.

Derwin trudges in, but his head is up, instead of hanging low on his chest, so he's in a good mood...for Derwin. "Nope." is cheerily thrown out at Lylia in answer to her question, as he heads for his much treasured klah.

Trivek arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Trivek walks in gets a cup of klah and sits down

"Oh, sorry. Am I getting in the way?" Lis is the ever-courteous rider, giving Braniff a concerned glance; she's movable. Yep. "I'm not cranky, and I /do/ like you, Lylia. You're just... pushy." Derwin gets an odd stare from the greenrider as he throws in his half-mark.

Derwin gives an obvious, exaggerated odd stare back at Lis. Sarcastic when he's cheery, Derwin. He pours himself his klah, and shuffles back to his corner to sit down with a poof of dust and a sigh. Why is he so happy? Could it have to do with having a good time concerning watching a certain brownrider get tortured by a certain canine?

Kh'et reaches over and gives Ragis' arm a little squeeze. "Next turn will be a happier one, to be sure....."

Braniff shakes his head. "No, not at all...." he nearly exclaims. He shakes his head to reinforce his words.

"Awww." Okay, Lylia will forgive him. Not Lis, though. "And as I recall, you're as bad as I." She knows, it's her evil companion. "I can say certain things about pushy involving prying at a nanny." The dark look that was forming is a full-fledged scowl now. She knows that voice, and would be quite happy to throw something at the person in question. Something big and heavy. With spikes. Emerald gaze glittering, she twists her head to acknowledge it. "Derwin. Nice to see you." Riiight. "Don't suppose you could stay faaaar away?" With his canine?

Ragis nods and turns a slight smile on his mate. "I'm sure it will be, love. Much better...." He turns back to his food, he really is hungry, more so than usual it seems.

"I try. I always try," says Derwin solemnly in his corner, but a twist of a crook at the side of his mouth in that sadistic half-smile suggests that he's got to stay less than far away in order to observe the um...interesting sight that Lylia plus canine equals.

Trivek he shakes of his stare wondering why he was just staring into space

Trivek says, "hello how has the day been treating evryone"

Satisfied that she's not inconviniencing her seat, Lis settles down comforatably. Lylia's evil influence is spreading, it seems. "I wasn't being pushy," she protests at the mention of certian 'interrogation', pout settling onto her features. "I was being curious." Quicky, though, she clams up at the mention of animals.

Trivek sips his khal haveing notheing inpetcular to do

Trivek has disconnected.
Trivek falls asleep.

Derwin looks at Trivek, and shrugs, melancholy returning. And then the sadistic impluses set back in, and he whistles and claps, awakening the sleeping Tracker pup in the corner. Dustina immediately comes into action, animating in wagging tails and dancing paws, heading straight towards Lylia. Derwin settles back in his corner contentedly, sipping at his klah.

Braniff would turn to look over his shoulder but is afraid he'd scare Lis away. He settles on smiling and glancing from one rider to the other, one on his lap, one in a chair nearby. He sighs, the sound actually happy.

If Khay notices the increased appetite, he doesn't comment. After all, Khay eats a ton of food himself, per meal. "What sort of things do you like to have happen on your turnday, Ragis?"

"Some difference." Lylia shrugs slightly, before turning into a dying feline and screeching. "I /hate/ that... that thing!" Dustina is glared at, the brownrider drawing her knees closer to her body. "Derwin! You're going to wake up minus a limb one day..." Pity Druseth won't eat it. "Braniff, Lis... Do you two have anything to throw at that!" Derwin or the canine... Preferably Derwin. The young woman whimpers slightly, glaring still.

"Don't throw cookies!" Lis calls from atop her perch on Braffin, getting it out of Lylia's head right /now/. "Try chairs." A better alternative, surely.

Ragis shrugs and murmurs, "I haven't had a Turnday celebration since I was 10, love.....and my likes have changed since then, I assure you. I've never had a celebration as an adult." He takes a gulp of klah to wash down another mouthfull.

Sputter. Cough. Derwin nearly chokes on his klah, coughing as the hot liquid spills in his...lap. He holds back the compulsion to laugh, something uncommon to him that he's been doing in excess lately. No move is made to call back the said "thing". Dustina continues wagging her tail innocently and barking lovingly at her adopted second master.

Braniff shakes his head and says, "I'm not too good with canines.....they tend to bite me and I tend to kick them afterwards. For some reason they don't like me......never could figure out why."

"And they don't like me, either." Lylia whimpers once more, mentally begging Druseth to squeeze into the caverns to stomp on certain things. "Ferrets like me. Felines, too." The sweetest sounds ring through the caverns, and she looks up in desperate hope that Derwin's choking to death. Or at least a prolonged stay in the infirmary. The second master in question tries her cold scowl on the pet. Rrrrr.

Lis casts a pensive frown at Braniff. "I don't see why not... it's not like your lap's uncomfortable." Which, of course, is the main criteria for animal-liking. Lylia gets a curious glance from the greenrider, shaking her head slowly. Scary brownrider, that one....

Braniff sighs as he looks up at Lis and murmurs, "I don't know....I guess they don't like the way I smell or something. I'm not afraid of them, they just don't like me....." He shrugs, the movement pulling Lis closer against his chest, he inhales her provocative scent, sweet musk, leather, cookies and dragon scent?

Dustina whimpers, and grovels, and wriggles with devotion at Lylia's feet, tongue lolling, tail swishing, Derwin coughing. After the coughing fit, Derwin lapses into silence to contemplate which limb he'd like to lose if forced to pick. After a period of a few minutes, he says to Lylia, "If you could, take my right arm while I sleep?"

Lylia peers down off the edge of her chair, wide-eyes and nervous. One hand twitches slightly, toying with a wisp of coppery hair managing to hang down in her eyes. Eep. It's not looking /too/ dangerous now, 'cept being licked to death. The coughing fit ends, and Lylia's face shows slight disappointment. "Weeeelll. I /suppose/. I'm always one for taking a leg, but if you wish, the axe is outside." Heehee... "Even stitch it up too, can't have you bleeding to death yet, there's no candidates to mop it up."

"I think you smell just fine," Lis murmers back towards Braniff, her human chair, watching the antics of the said evil canine with eyes that sparkle in amusement. It's cuter than a ferret, hands down.

Kh'et says, "Well, I'ven't ever had one....so I don't know what you might like.....To me a turnday's a day for quiet reflection, what's come in the past turn, what to change for the turn to come....."

Braniff drops his head slightly, blushing and smiling, as he murmurs, "Thank you....."

Derwin shakes his head, shaggy dark hair swishing. "Nope. Arm. Need legs to walk. Need left arm to write." He sinks into a dark mood now, because his canine antics are seemingly close to over, and because...well, because he's Derwin, and therefore has a tendency to sink into dark moods. Klah is muttered into. Dustina continues wriggling. 'Scritch me!' she seems to be whimpering. 'Love me!'

Ragis settles back into his chair and nods as his mate has all of his attention. He nods and quietly says, "The which you didn't get this turn....due to the flight." He sighs softly and hitches his ankle up onto his opposite leg.

Kh'et nods, "And various other duties......but I've had time since then, so all is right with the world....." He smiles.

Lis smiles a shy little grin down at the blushing Braniff, a soft giggle coming to her throat - not entirely that canine's fault either. Cocking her ear in the direction of Lylia, she catches snippets of a conversation apprarently about dismemberment, which causes her brows to furrow.

"Awww... 'Kay." Lylia nods slightly, managing to back herself up far enough in the chair to not look directly at the fuzzball. 'Scritch me'? She knows not these things with such beasts, and continues to remain a frightened little bunny. "No extra toes or anything that need some lopping off? And you can learn to write with the instrument between your teeth.. Hold harper taught me to draw like that, long time ago." Okay, so the Hold harper didn't necessarily have all the sanity of most. "You're even nicer to that klah than me." She scowls slightly, biting her lower lip, still noticing the odd little Dustina.

Braniff glances up at Lis when he hears that giggle and his smile broadens. He settles back in his chair and gazes into her eyes for a little while, maintaining eye-contact for much longer than usual for him.

Derwin mutters into his klah some more. "Yup." He looks at the wriggling Dustina, and looks at the 'frightened little bunny'. Oh...it's working again. That means another sentence for Derwin. "The klah's nicer to me than you." He takes an appreciative sip to prove his point.

Ragis nods and sips his klah as he just looks at his mate....he does that alot lately and doesn't really know why.

Rawr. Lylia sniffles slightly, hiding in her slightly-oversized wherhide jacket. Nice and dark colored too, to blend in with anything else that'll hide her. "The klah'll burn your tongue soon enough. And it'll be nicer, 'cause you won't insult me." And hopefully be unable to call that canine on her, nasty thing. "I've been nice to you, after all."

Lis catches the gaze directed at her with just the slightest intake of breath, lingering for a moment before going back to watching the rest of the cavern with a suspiciously pink tinge to her cheeks. Ooh, Faranth...

Braniff smiles and glances around the cavern for a moment before letting his gaze rest on Lis again. He shakes his head slightly and sighs. He doesn't release her though, not until he really has to.

Derwin doesn't care to answer, just rolling his eyes sarcastically at Lylia. He bends his head to take another sip of klah- only to see the empty bottom of the cup. Hmm...how'd that get there? He stands creakily up, plunging his free , mug-less hand in the deep pocket of his large navy coat. See? He's got one too.

Kh'et looks back and smiles, "A thirtysecond for your thoughts....."Lylia even flew him to Ista, and /this/ is her repayment... But the canine's not fussing so much, so as long as the rider doesn't care to leave her chair for awhile, she'll be fine. Derwin doesn't even rate a raised eyebrow from her, merely a sullen look. Not nice. Only the hope he'll drop the mug on his foot keep the tiniest glint of amusement on her face.

Lis' head swings now towards the entrance, an annoyed sigh coming from the greenrider as she shifts on her perch. "I've got to be going. Alymath wants me to oil her feet again," she explains to Braniff with a ruefull grin.

Braniff's face falls slightly as he loosens his arms from around her. "I'll.....see you again?" He stands as she does and catches her hand and gently kisses it. "Please?"

Ragis smiles and shakes his head. "Just thinking.......it's really not worth that much." A tender look is in his eyes as he gazes at the bronzerider.

Lis stretches her legs carefully as she stands - takes some time to get used to standing up again. "I'd like that," the greenrider states in a surprisingly demure tone, a shy smile curling her lips at the gentle kiss on her hand. Giving Braniff one last glance over her shoulder, she heads out into the bowl where a lifemate waits to be dealt with.

Bundle up 'gainst snow or sun! The bowl is open to seasons' wrath.