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.
Tyara, Kh'et, and Pyrene are here.

Alymath> Lis swishswishes in girly-pink leathers to the Caverns.

Pyrene makes her way into the caverns looking a touch shadow-eyed. It must have been a late night. "Morning..." she greets the current inhabitants of the living caverns. The latest entrant gets a wary look. "Hey, Lis..." she says gently, but she's testing. Is the rider ready for gossip-fishing yet.

Lis stretches for the sheer fun of it as she strolls in languidly from the bowl. "Morning, Pyrene! And it's it a beautiful one?" A well-rested, cheerful-in-the-morning Lis is always a scary thing, and this one's more cheerful than is healthy. Sniffing out her favorite breakfast treat - wherry strips! - she sashays around tables towards the hearth.

Tyara just shrinks further in her chair, pulling the blanket up to cover half her face. Hrm, this also means she can't drink klah. Much choose between sleep and klah. In the end klah wins, and the blanket is lowered just enough for the nanny to sip the mug.

Kh'et is returning to his chair after getting his second bowl of cereal. "Oh...hullo Lis...Pyrene...." He runs a hand through his hair to get the curls out of his eyes. Easier to keep from killing himself on a stray chair with out the cheekbone lenth locks in his face.

Pyrene's eyes brighten. She'll take that reaction as a go ahead on the gossip front. "You enjoyed the flight after all, then?" she asks calmly, with absolutely no prevarication. "I heard Rixesith won... Did M'rin survive?" she winks, knowing too well M'rin's apprehensions on the subject. And of course, she's not heard anything about the flight /beyond/ Rixesith catching. She takes a seat near Khay... it'll be his turn for interrogation next, no doubt.

Ragis walks in from the Central Bowl.

Ragis nods a greeting to the face he recognizes and the faces he doesn't before taking a seat near the wall, well away from any of the weyrfolk.

Tyara is relieved as Pyrene sits near Kh'et. Then again, he's sitting near /her/, so that means that horrible gossiping Pyrene will notice her. Oh Faranth.

"Um, well... Um..." That's all Pyrene's going to get by way of response from Lis as she seats herself generally near Tyara and Kh'et. One flight, and suddenly everyone's gone off into the deep end. "I don't really remember much, Pyrene..." the greenling adds finally, smiling apologetically as she munches on a strip of wherry.

Kh'et nods, "Aye he survived...." He looks up in time to nod to Ragis, "Morning..." After a bit of eating, he idlly scratches the back of his bare neck.

Pyrene isn't one to give up /that/ easily, as Lis should well know after the past few turns. She pauses only to smile friendly-like (aren't appearances deceptive?) at Ragis, before prying into Lis' business again. "C'mon Lis... Were you gentle with him? We're all friends here... you can tell us." She glances to Kh'et since he seems to know something too.... Tyara is lucky enough to be ignored for now.

Ragis accepts a mug of klah from a passing drudge with a nod of thanks. He sips it and murmurs, "Morning......Kh'et." after a moments thought to remember the rider's name. He flashes a charming smile to make up for his lack of enthusiasm.

Lis' gaze flashes in Kh'et's direction curiously. How does /he/ know? Her eyes now wander to the nanny trying to hide under a blanket, giving Tyara a hard stare. /Something's/ going on. "Py/rene/, I told you I don't remember much. But /some/ people around here might!" The greenling gives Tyara one last glance before peering down at breakfast.

Tyara is the picture of innocence, albeit a very sullen innocence. "Hrm, I don't know what that green of yours did, Lis," she replies curtly, her voive still having that rough edge of sleep. Pyrene is ignored. She can sense questions coming.

Kh'et frowns at Pyrene, "Not all of us care to know, thank you very much....If you ladies will excuse me...." He gets up, taking klah and cereal with him, "Mind if I join you?" He asks Ragis, thakfully away from gossip central.

Ragis smothers a yawn as he gestures to a nearby chair. "Oh, pardon me. Please, have a seat." He sips his klah as his sparkling grey eyes watch the rider.

Tyara is well and truly psychic then. Pyrene follows Lis' gaze to her assistant and eyes Tyara curiously. "Tyara? What happened to /you/? You don't even ride... don't say you got caught up by somebody..." she trails off and actually pins a suspicious glare on the innocent Kh'et. "And what were /you/ doing?" Maybe she should stop hiding during greenflights.

"Hrm, nothing happened to me, I'm just tired!" Tyara snaps back at Pyrene, crawling further into her beloved blanket. Maybe she should /start/ hiding during greenflights. "Ask Lis what she was doing rather." Hot tuber passed on to the greenling.

Spared from Pyrene's interrogation for the moment, Lis settles down to wherry-munching with a secretive smile on her face. But just because she's not the gossip-ee doesn't mean she can't be the gossip-er. "Oh, I should say something happened to you! I can quite clearly remember you saving M'rin from me..." With a smirk, she lets that remark sink in.

Kh'et sets down his food, "Thanks...." He just gets settled when Pyrene's questions smacks him upsed the back of his head. And with that new haircut, it hurts alot more. Less padding you know. "Greeting the Holder of Cavoness....I was on sweeps at the time.....and hte last place you want to be is in the hold of your mam's family in that moment, trust me." Hopefully that'll be enough for the gossipmongers. "Sleep well enough?" He asks Ragis, trying to establish annother conversation so that he doesn't get embroiled in the ladies talk.

Pyrene shrugs at Tyara. "I can guess what Lis and M'rin were doing... I've lived here 7 turns, you know. But I want to know what /you/ were doing. And how it's going to affect your work." See it's her business! And then she hears Lis' comment. "What? You didn't? /You/ two?" Jumping to utterly the wrong conclusion, she peers frantically back and forth between the two girls--and Kh'et can thank his lucky stars that she's been thus distracted.

Vesell arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Cough, cough, splatter, gulp. That was Tyara choking on her klah. "Pyrene!" the nanny hisses, giving Pyrene and Lis an equally disbelieving look. Deciding not to comment further on that she purses her lips in a sulky pout, staring into the wall.

Ragis shrugs slightly and says, "As well as may be, I'm not awake yet is all....." He turns away slightly, covering his mouth with a long, graceful hand as he yawns. "I just haven't got enough klah in me yet." He flashes a charming smile at Kh'et.

Lis' smug expression says it all - 'Aha'. Arms fold across her chest after she pushes her empty plate away, being absolutely no help to Tyara whatsoever. Decidedly, her morals have been corrupted, including the ones that tell you not to put your boots up on the table like she's doing right now.

Adar comes down from the workrooms above.

Vesell's golden eyes peer around the doorway before catiously entering the busy weyr. He spots Tyara first as he slides into his chair, Pyrene, Lis and Kh'et are spotted next as he slips further down to resist being teased incesently by Tyara, especially. Ragis is eyed, yes Vesell does see him, but readily forgets. Maybe klah will calm his nerves or maybe he just needs a little bit of creul teasing.

Kh'et didn't hear it. Really, he didn't. See? Harpers -can- ignore information. Specially when it's information he doesn't need to know. He chuckles to Ragis, "There's just about no such thing as too much klah in the morning...." Specially when you've yet to be asleep yet. He takes a sip of his own, finnishing it off. "Blast...Need a refill yet?"

Pyrene frowns slightly, trying to guess what happened. "Kh'et, stop flirting and tell me what happened..." she finally whines. So Kh'et is hardly flirting, but still. She's feeling provocative now--it might sting the truth out of somebody. A return glance goes to Vesell--oh, he's old enough that she needn't worry about his ears.

Ragis glances into his mug and finding it nearly empty, drains it and hands it up to Kh'et. "If you don't mind, please." He nods a greeting toward the young man as he enters before turning back to the bronze rider. "So how's the haircut, now that you've had it for a while?"

Tyara only worries about her own ear which are taking on them a lovely shade of pink. Vesell's entry is spotted and acknowledged with a dark scowl. He can share with Pyrene and Lis. Hrm.

Kh'et turns back to Pyrene, "Flirting?!" His look is incredulas, he never flirts, even if the man is handsome and nice enough to cut his hair. "I don't know what happend, I wasn't here....I was in Cavoness fighting with Telynth....."

Quara saunters calmly in from the Central Bowl.

Vesell straightens up considerably when he hears something about flirting and catches Tyara's scowl. She'd caught him crossing the weyr as discreetly as possible but he hoped she wouldn't acknowledge him zip across the caverns and lean against the table to evesdrop. Sure she won't notice. So he dodges across, playing quite the little dragonrider going ::between::. He casts a smile at everyone gathered around the table even the man, he'd never met. Now he's here, and what's going on.

Lis gives Pyrene a quick glance to make sure she's thoroughly distracted before leaning over towards Tyara. "Look, just between me and you," she whispers to the assisant nanny, "what /did/ happen to M'rin?" Her eyes are wide and innocent now - she really doesn't know, partially because she kinda sorta wasn't there.

A slight blush suffuses his face, turning his skin a lovely shade of golden-rose as the woman accuses the bronze rider of flirting. His eyes glance over the crowd gathering a short distance away. [Ragis]

Pyrene rolls her eyes petulantly. "You're in the same weyrling group! You're more likely to know than I am..." She half-glares at Ragis, who through no fault of his own, has now been labelled as a Khay-distraction. Her gaze swings back to Tyara instead. "So, you and Lis, hmm?" Even if it's wrong, she may be able to worry the girl into revealing the truth. And Lis' whisper isn't helping to stave off her curiosity.

Kh'et rises, hoping that his sunburn's enough to hide the feint blush Pyrene's causing once again. "Not at all....I like it, though I think I should've waited til spring....the coast down from our ledge was a lot colder'n it used to be." He brings over teh pot and answers Pyernee before he pours. "No I'm not...I'm not a gossip, m'dear....."

D'renn strides in from the Central Bowl.

Tyara crosses her arms defiantly, sending Lis a frown over glaring, green eyes. "/That/ you'll have to ask M'rin about," she says out loud, making sure Pyrene hears it. "As far as /I/ know he didn't suffer any harm though," she adds, giving a haughty tilt of her head.

D'renn sidles into the caverns, as inconspicuously as possible. A very disgruntled Trydanth has been telling him interesting things...

Quara bounces in, an effusive grin on her face that only brightens as she spots the gathered crowd. "/Lis!/ How are you, dear?" she queries, a very slight hint of concern on her face. She ignores the food for now, and the klah as well, heading instead for the greenrider's side.

Ragis shifts uncomfortably in his chair. So many people, some of them looking or /glaring/ at him.......what did he do? His glance strays to the entrance and then back down to his hands.

Pyrene is tired and getting sulkier by the second, but she can't really deny that she's a gossip. "Well... you should be," is her disgruntled rejoinder to Kh'et. "And M'rin's not here Tyara..." She continues to gaze at her assistant nanny in confusion, which means that she misses D'renn's entrance--Quara's is more conspicuous and she rolls her eyes again. "Alymath rose... No point effusing over Lis now."

Vesell snickers at Lis, covering it with his hand while scoffing as well. What had this green-rider done to M'rin? He pulls a random person's mug of klah off the table and takes a large enough gulp to satisfy him. He glances up at D'renn and Quara and moves aside for either or both of them to join the table he 'isn't' at.

"Right, Tyara, right..." Lis is thoroughly skeptical, in spite of the fact she's said nothing about what happened to herself last night. Peering up through the brows at Pyrene, she gives the head nanny a thoroughly confused look. "What on Pern are you talking about, Pyrene? Me and Tyara what?" Lashes flutter innocently, a quick wave given to Quara.

Kh'et shakes his head to Ragis, "Ignore them.....they aren't usually like that....and just so you know, I'm not flirting...I don't flirt...ever...with anyone..."

D'renn has managed to sidle all the way over to get some klah. Straightening up a little, he heads for the weyrling-nanny group. "Everything alright here?" he asks, falsely jolly.

Tyara sends D'renn a truly evil stare. Yes, blame the weyrlingmonster. "Hrm, you ought keep better track of your weyrlings, D'renn," she almost snarls, Pyrene getting nothing but a dark look in response for her comment. "Well I'vn't an idea /where/ he is!"

Kh'et isn't with the other weyrlings and the nannies, he's sitting with Ragis.

Ragis starts slightly and says, "That's okay......um, I mean okay I'll ignore them." His eyes flicker nervously up to the riders face as he picks up his mug of klah and then flashes a glance back at the group which seems to be getting larger....and closer by the moment.

Pyrene sighs at Lis. "What /happened/ after the flight.... You and M'rin didn't end up together? And what's Tyara got to do with it??" And why does D'renn always have to show up at these unfortunate moments. He gets an evil stare from both nannies, and Kh'et and Ragis are again forgotten. As is Vesell... so much for setting a good example in front of the brats.

Quara senses the distinct air of gossip, causing her expression to modify slightly. An impish twinkle in her emerald eyes, a slight smirk on her face; nothing big, certainly, but it's there. Listening with one ear to Tyara and Lis's conversation, she turns the other in Kh'et's direction. "Oh, no, that ye don't. An' a sad thing it is, too." Still keeping a tail on the chatter, she gets up and trots over, extending her hand to Ragis. "'Ello. I'm Quara."

D'renn glances over to the distant Kh'et... but like D'renn, he's clearly an innocent bystander. D'renn peers closely at Pyrene. "Well, the riders don't /have/ to end up together," he points out placidly, finding a seat, drinking some klah, and ignoring evil stares.

"Funny, 'cause I saw him with you last, Tyara..." comments Lis with a particularly evil smile on her face. Here comes D'renn, with her supporting argument; convenient, that, since the greenling's in no mood to have people poking into her activities.

Ragis starts back in his chair as a hand suddenly appears in his face. He takes it in a long-fingered grasp and says, "Well met, I'm Ragis."

Tyara doesn't look the least bit happier as D'renn speaks; on the contrary, her brows draw together even more, creating a sharp v. "Hrm, they usually do!" she points out, "though some dragons just can't do't properly." Yes, blame it on the dragons now. The nanny's cheeks take on a blush at Lis' words, but they're not commented further.

Falada comes down from the workrooms above.

"Excuse me Tyara? Are you or have you ever been a rider? No. So shut up." D'renn tells the assistant nanny - exceedingly cruelly, but then he's not in the best of moods himself.

Pyrene flashes another glare at D'renn. "But they usually do! And it /still/ doesn't explai--Tyara and M'rin?" The penny finally dropped and her brows lift as she eyes the other nanny. "Alright then Lis, so who /did/ you end up with? And don't pretend you didn't! You're in far too good a mood!" She doesn't leap to Tyara's defence either... she doesn't feel up to a D'renn argument.

Falada sits in a rwarm corner by a hearth and secures a bowl of cereal before getting out her sketch pad and surveying the room.

Vesell lets a grin slide onto his face as he hides under the table among at least half-a-dozen feet. He's snickering and scoffing and trying not to burst out laughing. You know hor brat are when other's discuss 'activities'. His hand reaches over the side of the table to reach for the cup of klah again but instead he seems to have gripped someone's hand. Ick. He pulls it back down wishing that he could see all their faces as they argued angrily.

Quara beams, replying, "Well met, Ragis. I see you've met Kh'et already," she adds, "but his remarks to the contrary, I don't bite." With a smile, she adds, "But stay away from D'renn. We've never quite figured out what he's willing to eat." The twinkle in her eye suggests her comment's a joke, but 'tis hard to tell.

Kh'et is at moments like these, glad to be forgotten and passed by. He wasn't even around when the flight took place. "Good...sometimes their like packtail after threadfall, but only sometimes...Aye, Ragis is the one what cut my hair the other night...." He smiles a bit, "Did a right good job too....and I really ened to not visit my mam's folk so much...ach, I sound just like them..."

Ragis smiles slightly and nods equably. He sips his klah and leans back in his chair.

Kh'et says, "And you've never bit me, so I wouldn't know if you do, Quara dear.....why would I say such a thing with out prior experiance?"

Tyara's face darkens at D'renn's words and the nanny turns in her chair, not facing the others. "...riders... don't have to.... with riders..." is muttered, blanket being pulled up again. She'll just sit here in her cocoon and blend in with the wall.

Lis' eyes blink a few times as she tries to think of something witty to say. "Uh...." Let's try again, shall we? "Well, it was m'first flight and all, and I kinda...." the rest trails off into a quieter mumble, the greenling finishing with a smile on her face and a shrug. "You know how it is."

Falada bends down and peers under the table where Vessel hides, blinking at him.

And so the log ends - on my end of things, anyhow -- Editor