You soar in for a landing on Sakuruth's ledge.
Sakuruth's Ledge
This ledge, a swath of slightly worn stone, is quite arguably the sunniest weyr in the bowl. Almost always lit with sun or moon, the plain, undecorated ledge leads into an equally barren weyr.
Quara is here.
Obvious exits:
Fun In The Sun!     Fly

Down you go! Just mind the sharp dragon-elbow, there.

Quara dandles a rather wriggly Fara on one hip, waving with the free arm as Lis arrives. "Lissie! Glad you could make it. Lyli's coming too, right?" she asks, the consummate hostess, before adding, "And make yourself at home, of course.

From above the bowl, Druseth swoops in from center of the bowl.
From above the bowl, Druseth soars in for a landing on Sakuruth's ledge.
Druseth soars in for a landing.
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 Lis, eclectic family in tow: Donis hefted down from Alymath's side and held carefully close until they're inside, and Treneere, wiggling down next to her foster-mother in giddy anticipation of seeing an /adult/ party. Still, they take backseat "Lyli and M'rin too, if he can get away from being weyrleader for an evening." There's a sympathetic frown for the bronzerider, but she's soon throwing one arm open for at the hug of a laden mothers.

From above the bowl, Rixesith fights his way up from below, thrown this way and that by the wind.
From above the bowl, Rixesith soars in for a landing on Sakuruth's ledge.
Rixesith soars in for a landing.
Rixesith shifts a tips slightly, one foreleg poised to catch M'rin as they slides down his bronzen hide.

Lookie, lookie! It's Lylia! The brownrider neatly vaults off Druseth's back, leaving the grumpy creature offering a light rumble to Alymath before being the gentleman and scooting back. The rider has no such politeness, bouncing slightly as she darts towards Lis, offering the females a beatific smile, before casting a wink over towards M'rin. "Lis! Quar! And my /favorite/ weyrleader!" It's good to have clutchsibs in power.

Quara beams rather gleefully at the mention of M'rin, and then embraces Lis in a fluttery sort of socialite's hug, and a buss on the cheek. Nothing out of the ordinary, though; children are about. And then she flutters over to M'rin, still hefting Fara about like an oversized, thumb-sucking doll, and flashes a bright grin at Lylia. "Lyli! M'rin! How lovely to see you both! Weyrleadership treating you well?" she asks solicitously of the bronzerider, with an endearing smile. Then, grinning, she makes Fara's free hand wave at the dragons, the sight of which no more disturbs the tot than would D'renn.

Rixesith backwings to land, talons reaching out to grasp the ledge. A rumbling bugle is offered to the other dragons currently occupying the ledge and a wailing cry sounds from the little rider on his back (who seems to be trying to clutch a bulky wrapped something). "Rix! N-not so rough!" Rix rumbles faintly as he settles, foreleg bending to give the awkward little rider a better slide down. "C-careful...That's the way..." This /is/ Quara's ledge, isn't it? It must be, or M'rin is going to have a severe word with the lump of possibly lying bronze...but...ooo! There they be! Wink is caught and blushed at, the mention of weyrleader taking a moment to sink into M'rin's little head. Oooh...she means /him/?! Blush. "H-hey all...Yeah, r-reasonably well..." Just don't note the unkempt hair, a darkening circles under 'leader's baby blues. "How are y-you all? Have barely enough t-time to sit down, much less converse with f-friends..." Awkward package is held gently, as if what ever is in it could be mashed easily.

Donis has the spunk to give Fara a shy smile from his perch on Lis' hip, cuddling closer to his mother as he ducks away coyly. Heart breaker at two and a half. "Oh, /M'rin/!" warbles the greenrider, "You /did/ make it. Wonderful! And Lylia..." She bounces over towards her favorite brownrider, fosterling in tow with an air of disappointment rolling in as the adults behave rather well - relatively, anyhow, as Lis gives her wingmate a rather sloppy, enthusiastic smooch on the cheek.

A smooch that Lylia must return, lingering slightly with a grin at her Favorite Greenrider, before whirling around to give M'rin a kind of self-satisfied smirk. "You shoulda been a weyrlingmaster. Less work than being the head guy." Much less when you can pass tedious stuff to candies. But Lylia too comes bearing... something. An oddly shaped box protrudes from under her jacket, making her look like she's ready to hold up the Weyr. Maybe she is. "Awwww, and aren't you two /cute/?" The rider practically coos at Fara and Donis, her eyes gleaming.

Thumb still firmly ensconced in mouth, Fara gurgles right on back at Donis. Bluerider spawn; a match made in some demented deity's dreams. "How lovely! I'm glad you're so happy, then, dear," she coos at M'rin, eyeing the package surreptitiously. "Oh, but then you have to spend all your time with weyrlings," she points out to Lylia, before making Fara wave yet again. "Wave to Auntie Lylia! That's a good girl." Of course, she's doing the waving, not Fara. But don't remind her; it's such a cute infant. For a two-Turn-old.

"Trenny, dear, will you fetch the sweets?" wonders Lis of her fosterling cum slave, shooing the girl off to Alymath's side where baskets laden with home-made treats lie. It's something to occupy an idle greenrider besides... well, the usual. "And he'd be the focus of all the candidate pranks, wouldn't you, M'rin?" remarks Lis all-too-conversationally, hitching Donis onto her other hip. "Weyrleader has much more... authority to it." Unless you take to tight, fruity leathers.

Something in the bundle M'rin carries moves and gurgles faintly. Yes. He brought his daughter too. Bundle is set down and wrappings are pulled off, and there's the little female-M'rin deplicate laying there, in a...picnic basket? Well, he needed to carry food, too. A glass sided box sits firmly in the baby's grasp, the sides steaming and warmed from the hea rising from the variety of freshly made pastries, savoury and sweet. "Shh, c-careful now A-auryn..." The littel weyrleader attempts his best to pry baby from box, though they currently seem inseperable. "Off...off..." M'rin doesn't want to use force, but Auryn's little fingers are firmly attatched to the ridges of the box. His name and a few words are caught. "Wouldn't I wh-what?"

Setting Fara down to crawl about, Quara looks over at Auryn. "How lovely! It's a collection of children... who'd have thought we'd have so many?" she muses. "And Lis pregnant again... An Istan, wasn't it?" she inquires of the greenrider, absently. Fara, meanwhile, is crawling a bit and has made her way nearly to the edge. And of course, Sakuruth is there to herd her back with a gentle tail. The miracle of nanny-dragons. Quara, paying no attention, freely samples one of the sweets, licking her lips. "Lovely."

"Don't send a kiddo to fetch the sweets. It's asking to have them be eaten," Lylia admonishes, quickly skipping back to Druseth's side as she rummages for... something. Probably unknown, though Druseth seems none too pleased with his lifemate at the moment. A glance at M'rin shows that /another/ baby is in attendence... Much to her chagrin. "Am I the /only/ rider without one of those... things?"

Yes.

Lis defends Treneere on her behalf to Lylia, smirking as the basket of sweets is obediently carted back - nevermind that there's smudge of cream in the corner of the girl's mouth. "See? Treneere's a good kid, despite being related to Pyrene. And you'd be the subject of pranks, M'rin," she repeats easily for the bronzerider, switching gears like a well-oiled conversational machine to tell Quara, "Istan weyrlingmaster. Blueriding, no less." Finally, however, the greenrider must breathe - a deep, heaving sigh. "Yep, Lylia, I suppose you must be." Still, there's a happy smirk, and Donis recieves a delicate kiss on his soft forehead.

M'rin manages to pry child and box apart, setting the box out without opening it. Most of them things in there are better hot, 'specially the savoury ones (his personal favorite). A faint smile towards Lylia as M'rin lifts the frail girl to his nonexistant hip. "Aye, L-lylia...Well, I c-can't really say I was /p-planning/ on Auryn or a-anything...It just sort of...h-happened..." M'rin didn't even know Tyara was pregnant until she was /really/ pregnant. Okie. That's a lie. He didn't know it was his until she was really pregnant. "But I'm n-not really complaining...It's n-nice to have someone else around my w-weyr sometimes..." Even if said person can't talk and can barely crawl.

Quara smirks. Whatever Pyrene may say, blueriders are obviously good enough for Lis. Then again, maybe that's not the example she wanted. "Of course, you could have one, too, Lylia. I'm sure M'rin would be glad to sire one, wouldn't you?" she asks of the bronzer, with a wink, adding, "Of course it is. But it's nicer to leave them with the nannies," she points out to M'rin. See, they care for them, and you just buy presents and visit on occasion. It's like divorce but cheaper. "So shall we take this group inside? It's lovely out, but I have drinks inside. And juice for the young ones," she adds, hastily. Just because she raises hers on wine doesn't mean the others have to.

M'rin blushes a bright cherry red and splutters for a moment at the mention of he being a 'stud' for other women...Never mind. "Inside? Aye, this d-damp weather isn't doing much good to anyone, I don't think..." Yes, let's talk about weather. Better than being used for mating purposes...Pity Lylia didn't ride a green...then he'd have an excuse...;)

Cough. Cough. But Lylia, being the brownrider (well, greenrider in a brownrider's body) that she is, can't help giving M'rin a little leer. In a friendly way, of course. "I'd think Druseth would step on any kid of mine, anyway," she cynically chirps, but does saunter towards  the weyr, clutching her jacket.

M'rin shuffles quietly to the Fun In The Sun!.
Lylia walks to the Fun In The Sun!.
Quara saunters calmly to the Fun In The Sun!.
You go to the Fun In The Sun!.

Fun In The Sun!
An expansive swath of space, it probably was, and one that opens directly onto the sunniest of the Weyr's ledges. In fact, on a nice day, most of that sun leaks in, sending a pleasant sheen over the time-polished stone. Against the back wall, a dark blue curtain shelters an opening, and a large couch, sized for a blue dragon, scoops out the remainder of that area. Closer to the opening, a round table, circled by four chairs, rests, an empty mug atop it, and several ringed stains suggest that's not a new situation. While rather bare, this cavern-like area does revel in its two amenities - space and sunlight.
On the ledge, you see Alymath, Druseth, and Rixesith.
You notice M'rin asleep here.
Lylia and Quara are here.
Obvious exits:
Inner Room     Ledge

"Aye, gets lonely around the weyr," Lis is the first to admit - especially now that she's got a fosterling to deal with who sort of curtail prolongued visitation from good friends - or better ones. The 'ling in question trails along after her mother, helping carry the basket in as the greenrider hunts for a place to plop down in. "Ah!" cries she as she spies the table, instantly heading for a chair at it. "You know, Lylia, we should get you a kid. Fostered or otherwised." There's a covert leer with this - littles around.

"I can foster Auri." Snicker. Lylia offers a flutterly little smirk, but still resists the idea of-bleh-kids. "Besides," she smirks, "I don't think you could help me with the 'otherwise' part..." Heading over and flopping into a chair, she's still shuddering. "I mean... Kids. Druseth'll squish 'em."

Quara waves about freely. "Take a seat, everyone, please. And if you'd like some drinks, I have a selection of Paradise, Benden, and Gar, and a lovely sparkling from the Tillekians. Not as nice as the full cellars, but a decent sample. And your snacks are available for sampling, right, Lissie?" the hostess inquires.

"Wine?" Ooh. Oooh! Oh joy, oh /rapture/... Lylia leans forward, resting her head on her hands as she watches Quara. Wine? "I'd love some Paradise right now.... Great wines down there." Mmmm.

"Most definitely, Quara-dear!" she warbles to the bluerider, flicking her basket open to reveal smaller, neater baskets which are set out over the table, flipped open to show creampuffs, cookies and even a few of eached spiked - and dyed so Lis'll know the difference. "Hate to waste a nice offer, but I'll take some juice." There's a hand patted against her widening abdomen before she continues, "And speaking of wasted offers, I think M'rin would make a /cute/ father to a kid of yours, Lylia..."

"Hmmm... I don't know. He does result in cute kids." Lylia shrugs slightly, leaning back as she taps a finger on her knee. "There's plenty of men around, though. T'nis. R'sli. All them." So many potential fathers, so little time... Wait, that's Lis's line.

Quara is too familiar with that whole saga. She's slept with most of 'em. "Yup. And that's only if you stay 'round the Weyr. More at Ista and Benden and them." Oh, she's a bright one. And, meanwhile, she's serving up drinks: juice, and wine, and more wine. Appropriately distributed, she snatches a few sweets and takes a seat of her own.

Lis is settling down into a nice, motherly woman, quite like her own maternal unit - with a small horde of kids no less. The irony is rife. "R'sli..." the greenrider fairly purrs the name in consideration, letting it drip off her tongue. "Now there's a delicious piece of rider - go for him. Gorgeous eyes, dark hair, doesn't look bad in his leathers and weyrlingmaster to boot." A mitigating factor, no less. "Though you'd probably have to get him drunk first," admits the greenrider, calling a word of thanks to Quara as she's served her non-alcoholic beverage. Of course, it doesn't seem to make much difference as to what's coming out of her mouth.

Lis? Settling down? Naaaah.... Well, slightly. "The only problem is now that he's my boss..." Not that it's ever stopped the girl before, of course. But the little smirk once more curls her lips. "I don't know, he is a weyrlingmaster now. They're supposed to have a certain 'relationship' with their subordinates, drunk or not..." Hmph. She could get a not-drunk Ris. But her own sip of alcohol does result in another light grin. "Quar, are you goin' to have another kiddo? Pity I can't help you with it...." Smirk.
 
Love the conversation. Quara does, at least, smiling and chatting away on such mundane matters as who should father Lylia's children. "Better than D'renn, for certain," she jabs, with a grin. A jest, of course. "And if you can stomach F'reud, the children are lovely." At least hers is. "Me? Another? Shards, no, Fara's more than enough work as it is." Not work for /her/, though. "And pregnancy is such a bother, too, isn't it, Lissie? All that extra weight, and the discomfort, and it's not pleasant." Complaints of childbearing aside, she winks right back at Lylia. "If I was, though, I'd ask you." How sweet.

"Oh, I don't know, I like most of my extra weight," Lis comments smoothly with a guesture of her head down her body. It ended up mostly in bust, butt and hips, and did wonders for improving her figure. Only Lis. "If /anyone's/ a half-decent person in the weyr - or at least a father - it's D'renn. Oddly enough." The greenrider's lips quirk up into a faintly whistful smile, before the greenrider continues on her tangent of commenting about men. "F'eud would be a decent stud, but for a weyrmate? Officially or otherwise..." She simply shakes her head, in soft disapproval. "'Course, I'm one to talk," drawls Alymath's rider in a tone of gentle self-depreciation.

"Eh... F'reud's always creeped me out a little. I coulda told you long ago that D'renn'd be a good father. He's great with the 'lings." In an evil kinda way. But Lylia understands that well. She's evil, after all. "Weyrmating... Well, at least that person wouldn't get stepped on." As opposed to kids. Lylia ponders the topic for a moment, thoughtfully sipping at her wine. But the extra weight comment gets a shudder. "Nope. I'm fostering. I don't think this form wants any more weight."

"Oh, of course, of course, but it's not like he'll even be around unless you force him to. He stays out of the picture and you're free to do whatever you will. It's a lovely bargain, really, for the looks of the children." How lovely, really. Does she know how shallow she sounds? "Oh, it's not so bad. A little exercise and you're right back in shape. Most of it goes away quickly, and what's left doesn't look too bad." Like anyone'd complain at an enhanced bust.[Quara]

Lis ducks her head slightly, making sure Treneere's out of earshot probably teaching Donis how to say 'lascivious' before admitting sheepishly, "You know, I sort of /did/ like D'renn's fluttering about while I was pregant. It was flattering, and sort of... sweet. You don't really associate him with 'sweet'." Besides, it's just darn /cute/. "Unless of course, Lylia, it all goes to your butt and you don't fit in chairs anymore," comments the greenrider with a smug, 'slap me' sort of smirk.

What, she fits now?

And so the log trails off, and the clutchmates make merry into the night - until it's bedtime for Donis and Fara, that is.