Pyrene carefully descends the cliff of Cadgwith's shoulder and foreleg until she's safely on land again.

"Anything for you, Lis." Lylia's cheerful enough, bounding along towards the caverns. "And we can't have you ill.... Hey, do you think that Druseth will be alright out there with Aly?" The nervous, twitching stare turns back towards the lakeside. Oh dear. At least he has teeth.

Lis wanders in with a decided quiet 'squish-squish' to her steps, leaving damp, muddy footprints in whatever dry bowl space she walks through. "Oh, she'll be fine. Sure, she'll whine and complain..." Speak of the devil - a mournful whine wafts somewhere from over by the lake. "But I can't just go around soaking wet, can I?" Could anyone, save that proddy green, turn down such buttery-soft brown eyes?

Pyrene waves non-committally to Lylia and Lis as she twitches Cadgwith's straps. "You /are/ going to need a new pair," she sighs. "Shardit. Oh well, it should be the last one--please stop growing soon?" The gold clouts her apologetically with a nosetip, sending Pyrene staggering into Lis and Lylia's path. "Lis, you'll freeze like that!" she points out, eyeing her dripping state.

Lylia was more worried about Druseth being raked and scarred for life by the green, really. But anyway. "Hey Py!" The weyrling gets a chipper wave as the brownrider bounds along. "And of course she will.... I've got an extra set of leathers you could borrow? I dunno if you're my size, though.." Lylia just eyes Lis with a sigh. "Don't you have anything, though?" Lylia's a clotheshorse, so everyone else /must/ be.

"Alymath threw me in the lake," Lis explains to Pyrene with an utterly heartstring-tugging pout on her face, peering up at the goldrider through her brows as best the can. It always helps to look little when you're going for pathetic. "And then I got them all muddy climbing out. They're /ruined/." Another sniffle to mourn the loss of her distinct pink leathers. "I told you, Lylia, I only have my gather leathers, and they're no good for wearing around the weyr. And I could fit in your extras, really, I could!" Lis is vehement about this, in spite of the fact she's an entirely different body type than said brownrider.

"Don't mention leathers!" Pyrene groans. "I still need to get a proper set. The ones I'm using now are too big for me really. At least the jacket is." She's wearing a long woollen coat at the moment, wherhide one left behind to be Too Big in her weyr. "Lis, do you really /want/ to wear somebody else's leathers? All I can think about when wearing those cast-offs is how much sweat have they absorbed over turns and turns..." she shudders. Cadge gusts warm, comforting breath over them. Not very practical in flight, but it'll keep them from getting frostbite while they discuss warm clothes.
Pyrene is immune to Lis' look of course. 6 turns a nanny remember.

Lis gives up on trying to play up Pyrene's sypathy, drawing herself to her full, soggy height. Or lack thereof. "Not my fault you can't find decent leathers. And you don't sweat much, do you, Lylia?" The greenrider casts an endearing glance up at her favorite brownrider, shivering despite the vailant efforts of Cadgwith the Space Heater.

"I'm /sure/ we'll find something for you, Lis...." Lylia slowly nods, hair flying as she gives a sudden vigorous agreement. "You wouldn't look good in the gray though... The purple? Hmmm." Oh dear, clothes pondering. "And you should get some too, Py." The dark stare shifts over to Py as she gives a growl. "And my leathers are /nice/, thank you." With the number of 'em, none get worn much except the trusty fighting darks.

Pyrene kicks snow petulantly. "I've not had time! And I'm darned if I'm going to my graduation in what I've got now. Aren't Jr Weyrwomen supposed to get nice leathers? I'm sure /that's/ a rule somewhere." And if not, it should be. She turns appealingly to Lylia. "It should be my /duty/ to see that I'm dressed presentably!" And Lis and Ly can help her. Or something. There's got to be some perks she can wangle out of her position.

A radiant beam appears on Lis' face as she comes up with a solution and voices it proudly: "Let's all go up to Lylia's weyr, then, and we can borrow some of her leathers. Until we get new ones," adds the greenrider solemnly, hands folding in front of her as she rocks on the squishing heels of her boots.

Kariel steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Kariel strolls on out from the living cavern, that waddle still marring his gait. Clad in the same cottony pants as yesterday, the sunburn has obviously gotten no better to see or, for him, to feel. Sapphire eyes glance around curiously, then lock upon the assembled group, which he proceeds to toddle towards...

Pyrene looks up at Lylia critically. "She's taller than me," she points out. "That'll be worse than what I've got now--no offence, Ly." Kariel gets a wave and an amused grimace for his sunburn. "We could go to the weaverhall," she notes dreamily. "Have some leathers made /for/ me. Except I've no marks." And on that practical note, she limps to a conversational halt.

Lis is racked by another little shiver, fidgeting impatiently as she glances upwards in the general diretion of Lylia's weyr. "Well, can we go /somewhere/ warm? I'm not getting any drier, and I don't think it's getting any hotter out." Eyes peer around the goldrider to spot Kariel, who recieves a brief wiggle of fingers and a suprisingly tender smile. Must be the sunburn.

"C'mon, you both need leathers..." Lylia just eyes Pyrene, shaking her head slightly as she smirks. "And I'm sure you can figure a way to convince them to make you some, I could even lend you a few marks. And Lis," she turns to glance back helpfully at her friend, "I'm sure I've got something that will fit you until you get new leathers... And I'll bet you'll get something better than pink." Better than pink? It's true.

Lis is racked by another little shiver, fidgeting impatiently as she glances upwards in the general diretion of Lylia's weyr. "Well, can we go /somewhere/ warm? I'm not getting any drier, and I don't think it's getting any hotter out." Eyes peer around the goldrider to spot Kariel, who recieves a brief wiggle of fingers and a suprisingly tender smile. Must be the sunburn. "Better than pink!" The greenrider's heartily sold now, standing next to Lylia with a delighted wiggle.

"I rather like the pink leathers..." Kariel pipes up, an impish grin crossing those usually oh-so-/innocent/ features of his. Slender fingers run through flaxen locks, brushing his shaggy bangs from his sapphire eyes... does he just /perpetually/ need a haircut? Oh well. "And if you need some marks for leathers, Na- er, Pyrene..." Curse Siannen and her nicknames, which he always seems to pick up. "I'm sure I can spare a few..."

Druseth glances about watchfully, slowly slinking in from the Beach.

Pyrene snorts at Lis. "You'll need something different to pink to distinguish yourself from Auri anyway. Small chance of getting her to choose another colour." Then she grimaces blinking over at a group of brats. "Anyway, I've got to go dump these down at Fort for some harper stuff apparently. Of course it has to be /me/ that does the brat chores..." Still grumbling she leads Cadge over to the brats and starts settling them.

Pyrene goes home.

"Well." Lylia just staaaares after Pyrene, lower lip quivering. Sniffle. Pyrene doesn't want to /shop/ with her. But she can manage a little grin as she turns to Kariel, smirking. "Pink's not gonna be as good as how Lis is gonna look... Druseth can take us up to my weyr, Lis?" Her closet, more like it.

Lis' face takes on a flawless innocence as she calls after Pyrene, "They just know how good you are with kids!" Then it's back to huddling close to Lylia for warmth. "Oh, sure, Lylia!" chirps the greenrider happily, managing to ignore a residual shiver that sets her dripping, pink form a-quiver.

Kariel snickers a bit... "Better than pink? I agree with Lis... I must be witness to this." Smirk stains his lips further, as hands seek out their usual home of his pockets... and finds he has none. So he sort of... slides his hands down his sides. He knew that. He's smooth.

Cough. Of course. But Lylia's eyebrows just shoot up, before she gives a little shake of the head and a bounce, clambering up atop her fanged defender. Awwww. "There is!" Throwing out an arm, the smile once more lights her face. "There is better colors! Purple, blue, the delicate black.... Just wait." She'll show 'em.

Lylia swiftly scales up to Druseth's neck, finding a spot to neatly slide between a pair of dark neck ridges.

You manage to make your way up Druseth's dark, soft neck, settling between two neck ridges. Bumpy ride ahead.

Druseth [Central Bowl]
Night descends on the dragon's pale, buff hide, to cast shadows over the majority of the ghostly surface. Scarlet splatters his muzzle, blood-red smears his neck; faded tan lingers amongst the shades of his torso, darkening the great hills that are blunt neckridges and settling upon an elongated tail. Mystery and intrigue reign amidst his complexity of razor talons and sharp teeth, yet a softer side is revealed in the sandy glistening of sweeping wings. Innocence too is evident in the serene sunlight-touched beige of his headknobs, abstaining from the drunken revelry that otherwise makes for fanged, feral ferocity.
Lounging atop Druseth is Lylia.
Ever so cautiously perched upon one of his murky brown neckridges are Spoingy and Floop.
Druseth seems to be listening.

Kariel nods, grinning up to the pair a'dragonback... "I suppose you mean here, of course?" he calls up, flaxen brow raising in question... maybe if he looks especially adorable, he'll be allowed to go up to Lylia's weyr, eh? Maybe.

"Lis is gonna look good, just watch..." Lylia doesn't wanna take a man up to her weyr, oh /no/. She's too innocent and naive for that. Cough. But Kariel does get a quick, appraising stare. "Do you think we need a second opinion on things, Lis?" The greenrider's gonna look her best. Or else.

"Black..." Lis coos over the color appropriately, eyes starting to glaze as though Alymath-influenced. Quite probably, she is. "Mmm, second opinion, sure. Right." She's not here at all either, head filled with delusious of granduer and black leathers.

But Kariel's not a /man/... he's a sweet, /utterly innocent/ boy. Mmmm-hmm. Batting golden lashes at Lylia, he offers her one of his million mark smiles... "Is that a yes?" he asks sweetly, scuffing his bare feet on the ground...

"Sure, sure," Lylia sighs, shaking her head lightly as she leans against a darkened neckridge. "C'mon up, you can help Lis and me. We've gotta find the perfect leathers for her to wear for the moment...." And Lis will then be decked out in black. Yep.

Lis' brain returns from whatever twisted la-la land it had wandered off into, and the greenrider hugs herself closer to Lylia as a shiver wiggles along her spine. "Ly... Ly, I'm /cold/," whispers the soggy one plaintively in her favorite brownrider's ear, waiting for Kariel to mount aup.

Kariel restrains himself from simply /purring/ at the thought... Lis in black, tight leather. Purrrrowl. However, he soon snaps out of his reverie, clamboring his way up to perch himself betwixt Druseth's neckridges, with an appreciative nod to the big brown. Ever the courteous one, he is.

Kariel swiftly scales up to Druseth's neck, finding a spot to neatly slide between a pair of dark neck ridges.

You take off.

Above the Bowl
The ocean's tranquil thermals settle within the center section of the bowl's airspace, unusually smooth and bouyant -- though oft to switch as the seasons shift. Lingering beneath spires' constant presence, the perpetual activity of the weyr can be observed from every direction: from the testing rustle of dragonet wings, to the playful games sent aloft.
It is a winter midmorning.

The lake beckons, chalky but inviting nonetheless.

Above the Lake
A panorama unfolds beneath: the bowl beaten flat as it curves out from the lake's chalky waters, dusky earth 'neath the endless stretch of sky above before the Weyr's spindles break the view. Milky blue-green waters swirl below, tempering the 'lizard filled air with gentle thermals that flow and eddy through the Walls' many cracks and crevices. Scattered ledges mark the nearby rocks, endless layers of Weyrs tucked into the wall as it sweeps right up to the Star Stones high above.
It is a winter midmorning.

You soar in for a landing on Druseth's ledge.

Druseth's Ledge
Time has weathered this ledge, wearing the dark grey stone smooth. Jutting harshy out, shade seems to fall over one side, while allowing sunlight to brighten the other to an almost smoky shade. On the sunny side of the ledge, a few potted plants bloom with wild violet flowers along the edge. It's a fairly large ledge, able to hold the a large brown with some room to spare. Close to the lake, soft breezes can easily sweep over it, and yet provides a lovely view.
It is a winter midmorning.

A labyrinth of dragon to climb down, Lylia descends slowly down from the safety of Druseth's neck, to land on the ground with a soft *thud*.

It's a slide to the ends of Pern, from the skies of Druseth's neck, to the soft ground below. *Thud* Welcome back.

A labyrinth of dragon to climb down, Kariel descends slowly down from the safety of Druseth's neck, to land on the ground with a soft *thud*.

Even dismounting, Lis is racked with more cold induced shivers. "L-l-lylia, I can see i-ice!" whimpers the greenrider as she heads in towards the weyr, aiming for the nearest heat source short of Druseth.

"Liiiiis." Lylia's fine with hugging Druseth for warmth. But that's just her. The trundly little rider gracefully slides down Druseth, landing with a little *thud* and a grin. "It's warm inside, don't worry." And there's clothes. Stalk, stalk, stalk.

You go to the Druseth's Midnight Prowling Lair.

Druseth's Midnight Prowling Lair
Shadows stir in this stone weyr, shafts of light from glows giving it an odd coziness and warmth. Clutter here, bareness there... It's a battle of styles, a meshing of dark colors and heaps of stuff. The main part of the weyr is covered with rushes, a large, comfortable area for Druseth to slumber, while hanging in one near corner is a sturdy hammock. Stuffed pets, brushes, blankets in a variety of vivid, if dark, shades, clothes, and other possessions pile nearby, some hanging from the occasional peg. A small desk in one shadowed corner, illuminated by the glowbasket overhead, seems more crammed with notes and scrawls, sketches and such, than to be used for actual writing. The walls are for the most part bare, stone giving a lovely gloominess, a mix of comforting and sinister feelings. Still, the ceiling is painted, and well at that: light gray knotwork winds about the room, black outlines defining the weaving patterns, as it circles endlessly around the perimeter of the ceiling. Just inside the knotwork are shades of dark green, fuzzily painted, looking like the treetops of a dense forest. In the center of the weyr's ceiling, midnight blue stretches out. Gleaming white specks, like the stars themselves, watch over those below. Faint whirls of purple and sea green occasionally rippling across the painted sky add a more ethereal quality, something for gazing at during quiet nights between dragon and rider.
On the ledge, you see Druseth and two people.

Lylia walks in from the Druseth's Ledge.

Kariel walks in from the Druseth's Ledge.

Kariel slides down the dragon's side slowly, hissing as his emblazoned skin comes in contact with that of the massive brown. Owww. Finally, feet plop against the cold stone ground, and shivers encompass /his/ lanky frame... little goosebumps prickling up on his bare skin. Toddling after the two, he sighs... now looking like a giant polkadotted monster. Each goosebump is a little bit paler than his cherry-tinted flesh...

Polkadotted monsters or otherwise, Lis is happy to be inside and out of the cold, naturally aiming for Lylia's bed and the warm sleeping furs that lie upon it. "So, where's the clothes, Ly-dearest? These leathers are terribly wet, and terribly /freezing/." She's already starting to peel out of them - but nothing they haven't seen before, right?

Awww. Poor Lis, all cold, and pouncing on Lylia's bed.... Wait. Lylia's bed?! "Liiiis!" With a little sulk, Lylia quickly scoots over to the series of small chests and such on one side of the weyr. "You'd better not drip on my bed!" Pout. Meanie. "Okay... Lessee...." Lylia opens a small chest and yanks out an armful of clothing. "What kind of leathers you want?"

Lis isn't dripping on Lylia's bed! Her wet, muddy leathers are in a nice pile on the floor, leaving the greenrider in wet underwear. And still cold. "I want black ones. You got any black ones? Shiny, maybe?" A fur is tugged off the bed with little regard for the pillows she's disturbing, wrapping it around herself toga-style.

Kariel crosses to the bed, trying to stay as unnoticed as possible as he approaches the side opposite Lylia, then flops over onto his belly... giving Lis the once over and then winking. Hehehe. But other than that he seems unphased by her stripping. Odd...

"Black?" Lylia ponders it for a moment, nose wrinkling as she dumps a few folded 'leathers on the ground. Purple, blue, green, and gray all pile at her feet, while she once more dives into the chest, now crouching among her clothing. "Hrm... I've got some black." She holds up her first two discoveries, one with an odd amount of buckles for riding leathers, black with gray lines down the sides of the legs. "Shiny?" The second is held up. Certainly more shiny, if dips a little low and with legs that lace on the sides.

Lis' eyes expand as they light on those buckle-ful, lace-up leathers, and continue to do so as she takes in the length of them, and every odd acoutrement. "Oh! They're perfect. Lemme try them on!" A slightly-pruned hand extends from under the shaggy folds of Lylia's sleeping fur, grabbing expectantly at the odd things.

Kariel snickers, rolling onto his back and just idly watching... "These beds are so much nicer than the cots they give us." Nod. Even if his cot does have Siannen in it.

So Lis finally admits to being as twisted as Lylia? Hrm. "Here." Lylia lets out a little laugh, shaking her head as she bounces back to organize her leathers after having tossed the black number at Lis. "I like the other one better, anyway." After all, not shiny adds that darker edge.... The narrowed gaze turns on Kariel for a moment. "Some have worse. But lots of us try for good beds." And Lylia loves her hammock with its huge amount of furs.

Lis steps into the leathers gingerly, trying to work things designed for lithe-Lylia up her over her not-so-lithe legs. "Mmph. A bit tight, but a little leather grease worked in, and they'll fit fine in no time. And undoing the laces might help, too," is added thoughtfully as the top is slid over her head. "Aw... Lylia, help! I can't get this on!" Naturally.

Kariel just watches the goings on rather passively, in appearance... but that's only in appearance. Wheels are turning inside that blonde little head of his... the only indication of which is the tiny upcurving of the corners of his mouth. Just the slightest. Yes, this is turning out to be nearly as good of a day as yesterday... not quite, but nearly...

"Oh, Lis...." With a sigh and a flicker of humor in her eyes, Lylia trundles forward and just stares at Lis for a moment, eyes widening. "Uh.... How do you expect me to?!" Even if it doesn't help a lot, she crouches and begins to try and tug the leathered outfit up. Oye. But Kariel's grin gets another little scowl. "You just gonna be useless?"

"Nonono, I need help with the shirt!" Lis' words are muffled by the great ammount leather and buckle in the way, eyes just barely peeking out the top and arms up over her head. "I can get it almost on, but someone just needs to tug the bottom down some. And fasten the buckles at the waist while you down there, will you, Ly-love?" Orders, orders.

Kariel raises a brow, shrugging as he hefts himself up, muscles bulging all manly-like... or so he hopes. "If you /want/ me to help..." He rolls off the bedside onto his feet swiftly, looking to Lylia for orders. "What should I do?" A glance to the trapped Lis is met with a snicker... poor thing.

"Fiiiiine." Grumble. Doesn't Lylia have some sort of edge over Lis? C'mooon! But she does what she's told, fumbling to fasten buckles before giving the shirt a sharp yank downwards. Grrrrr. It always fit fine when /she/ wore it... But Kariel's attention gets a slow, charming Lyli-grin. "You can refold my leathers over there and stack them back in the chest." Ha.

Lis lets out a pained squeal as leather is tugged savagely downwards, but... at least it's on? "Ooh! Lylia, that hurt..." Flexing her arms and legs in the extrememly well-fitting leather, she waddles a bit before finding a comfortable stride in the confining garments. "Mmm. I like 'em. Listen to the buckles jingle!" Wrists are flapped, and buckles do indeed jingle.

Kariel nods his head, offering her a darling little grin before scuttling to the clothes, beginning to fold them. well, as well as a man folds anything. He pauses however, as Lis begins to strut in the leathers... temporarily dumbfounded. Purrr-rowl.

Lylia smirks slightly, folding her arms across her chest as she leans against a wall. "Lovely. I told you I'd find you something good." Who needs pink when you've got black leather? Mrow. "Just make sure you lace it up well, and you look /good/." The men will be slipping in puddles of drool.

"Ooh, do I?" Lis has gone from strutting to nearly fluttering as her ego swells. "Could you help me lace it up? I don't know if I could reach all the parts.. yet." Though she does make a valiant attempt to bend over towards the laces on her legs - and probably hoping to Faranth the seams were sown together stoutly.

Kariel just... gawks, all folding loooong since forgotten in favor of watching Lis bend and move in.... that. And if he didn't have a bit of a sense of pride, indeed... he would be drooling. Prrrrrowl.

"A'course." Lylia's a good friend, y'know, and promptly begins to lace up the sides of the legs. "Y'get used to it, this one's hard to move in at first, but then it loosens and you figure out how to get it all together properly." Yep, she's practiced with this one. Why she prefers the others.

Lis is utterly oblivious to any drooling - she just knows that she doesn't have to bend over, and that the leathers need to be plucked away from her backside in a highly undignified manner. She's only human... and humans do unsavory things at times. "I'd expect so," she informs Lylia perkily, doing a few idle stretches to limber up the leather.

"So, you like 'em?" Lylia has to make sure. After all, she's finally got the proof that she has /taste/. And no one can despute that! Finishing the last tie, she just scurries back towards the chest, grabbing up the black leathers that still remain on the floor. "Hrm..." Nah. She wouldn't want to match.

And yes, Mr. Third Opinion down there is becoming rather intrigued too... but we don't need to go into that. "You look... nice... very.. Lis. Very" he manages to string together semi-coherantly... "I like it." Indeed he does. Faranth have mercy on the poor 16 year old...

"Oh, I do!" Lis gushes happily, clasping her hands together with a definately creak of protesting leather. Laced-up legs are wiggled experimentally, and the greenrider half-struts, half-hobbles after her clutchmate with a grin. "Why don't I ever see you in leathers like these? They're actually pretty comfortable, once you get into them." Kariel is given a bright-eyed beam, and then a self-concious giggle. "Aw, thanks, Kari-love!"

Lylia just gives a little smile, eyebrows tilting. "I own enough of them, don't I?" It would be logic for her to wear something besides her trusty blue ones, or gray ones, or whatnot. "But hey... I work with /D'renn/. And there's some other males I want to keep away from me." Prancing around in revealing black around Ko'en isn't on her list of things to do.

Kariel nods once, grinning to Lis... "Uhhh... no problem." None at /all/. Then noting all of the stuff on the floor still, he grimaces.... returning to folding the leathers. "Wonder what I would look in leathers..." he idly comments, then hushes... snickering.

Lis looks hurt for a moment, all in her lonesome in tight, buckled leathers, pointing out on behalf of the absent, aforementioned bluerider, "Really, he's not /that/ terrible. Sort of sweet, actually." Then again, the greenrider did have his baby - which may account for some of it. "What about those?" And a finger points innocently to some deep, nearly blood red shiny stuff.

"True," Lylia admits, shaking her head slightly as she snatches up a rather high-collared purple leather shirt. Hrm. "Wha?" Blinking, she just peers over at the indicated ones, the sly grin twitching on her face. "The red ones? I haven't worn those in months... Fairly new, haven't gotten to break 'em in." Lovingly, she just picks up the reddish leather, the slight shiniess and the black bits adding to its lovely nature. Awww.

And the final product....

Lis' oval-shaped face is filled out with a pleasant pudginess that adolescence couldn't melt away, upturned nose sitting 'tween mud-puddle brown eyes. Half-spirals of brass unwind into soft waves just above her shoulders, trimmed for practical riding purposes but long enough to satisfy her vanity. Skin fades to a honey'd alabaster, pouring over her now-smooth face and any uncovered skin.
Tight - shiny - black. Leather caresses Lis' form with the tenderness of a lover - and clings with the tenacity of a 'brat. Buckles sparkle with the tasteful addition of metal along the now-obvious curves of the greenrider: at each wrist, a handful fastening at the waist, just below the knees to cinch the top of boots tight. Lacing provides an intricate criss-cross design up the sides of shapely hips and muscled legs, keeping the trousers snug about her lower half. Up top, however, a bodice buckles up her sides, pulling the leather comfortably taught across her chest while wide lacing zig-zags from belly just short of collarbone, where the elegant cut reveals... a leather flap behind, to keep out 'Reaches chill.
Midnight's black coils in a single loop around the blue of twightlight, flashes of celestial silver seen through nights colors. Soaring through an evening sky is a garish green ribbon matching Alymath's hide, and sitting just beneath it a wave-decorated badge, marking Lis a Tsunami Wingrider for High Reaches Weyr.
Lis is 22 Turns, 4 months, and 23 days old.