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.
Qarien, Lylia, and Anely are here.

"In love?" Lylia's bleary gaze softens, curiousity peeking through the glints of green. "And with you, might you tell?" Slipping closer, the rider's arm leans against the table behind her, and an almost hungry look takes over her face. Gossip. Must... learn... gossip. "Where? Who? When?" The tranquility falls into quick questioning, a vague wave at Lis as an addition.

Grumbing, mumbling, and generally looking like one to be avoided, Lis clomps in from the cavern, muttering various obscenity-strunge phrases about the weather before finely-attuned ears pick up the hints of juicy gossip. "Oh, Anely's in love with some Istan bronzerider, aren't ya, Anely?" the greenrider fairly bellows across the cavern cheerfully.

D'renn strides in from the Central Bowl.

D'renn strolls in, both hands waving somewhere above his head as he simultaneously yawns and stretches. Look closely and you can see his tonsils.

Anely can't contain herself any longer, and as the questions are sent at her she just blushes further and lets an unbelievably bright smile overtake her face. Head tilts and eyes shimmer as they affix upon Lis' entering form. "What she said..." Voice drops to a near whisper before she turns back to look at Lylia, grinning like an idiot. "And he came to finally visit me the other day, it was just lovely!" She nearly swoons, but she doesn't, instead she just lets out a giddy little giggle and shakes her head from side to side, eyes locking onto the table top in embarrassment. "I feel like a kid again."

"And how come no one ever tells me anything?!" Lylia's voice finally catches up with her, a shrill little squeak escaping. Poor Lyliers. But the irritation swings away and once more she gives a bubbly little beam. Beware of blinding. "That's great! And who? Whooo?" Once more the laser gaze locks onto Anely. Mwaha.

"You /are/ a kid," D'renn points out gruffly to Anely in passing, hands tucking themselves into the pockets of his tight raspberry leather trews - which, as everyone knows, is a difficult feat. "Drinks, girls?" he offers, bestowing a 'special' smile on Lis as he saunters in the direction of klah.

A great billowing of skirt accompanies Lis' graceful plopping into a seat, a handful of creampuff secured since her eating habits are as yet unsupervised. "You've lost your mind, Anely.." the greenrider tells the besotted healer with a flippant, sing-song voice, wrinkling her nose at D'renn's entrance just to be difficult. "No, thank you, D'renn."

Anely flushes further, cheeks turning a ruby rather then a rose and at D'renn's comment she lets out a soft laugh, "I'm nearly twenty D'renn!" And they don't call twenty turn old young ladies kids by any state. "And I'm fine, thanks..." She tacks on the last part before looking back to Lylia and pushing her back into the chair, trying her best to relax. "E'ral." And that's all she says to answer Lylia, but of course it's all the brownrider had wanted to hear isn't it, so it's sufficient to say the least. "And yes Lis, I think I have lost my mind, but it's not necessarily a bad thing is it?"

"Not her fault you're old, D'renn." Lylia leans back, head turning to stare at the blue rider for a moment, before she manages to put her feet up on a bench. Woo. But the sneaky green gaze manages to go Lis-wards. "Toss me a creampuff, will you?" But another cookies is popped in her mouth as her brows furrow, a pause ending with a shrug. "Never heard of him. But if you find another one, feel free to direct him my way." Hehe.

Lis obliges Lylia without complaint, the flick of a wrist sending the so-named pastry flying through the air towards the brownrider. Hopefully she can catch... "No, not really. But I thought that Healers might need their minds... Especially if I'm at their mercy for the next couple months," is grumbled Anely-wards, tone souring on that last admittance of helplessness.

"I'm not /that/ old," D'renn protests, returning with his klah to slump into a nearby seat. Being surrounded by three young and pretty women can't be bad, can it? D'renn stays quiet though, apart from a hand reaching out to try and steal a creampuff; he doesn't even comment that Lis isn't supposed to eat them.

Lis isn't supposed to do a lot of things, but that hasn't stopped her, the greenrider's engorging midsection being a case in point lately. "Of course not, D'renn. Just... older than all of us combined, no doubt." Smirking openly at the weyrlingmonster - she ought to get some liberty, having to 'suffer' through pregnancy - the greenrider takes a deliberately oversized bite from her puff. Terrible, isn't she?

Anely lets her shoulders roll into a bit of a shrug at Lylia's first comment sent to her, "Not many have, he's a big shy sweet farmer boy who just happened to have the stuff to attract a big bronze dragonet a few turns ago. He's an utter dear and helped me out all through candidacy." A look is then sent Lis wards as she rolls her ice blue eyes and lets out a sigh. "To be a healer you /have/ to be out of your mind. But I plan on being a mind healer because blood makes me queasy." Oh yeah, an insane healer being a mind healer, great no?

"Not even twice your age, Lis my love," D'renn responds blithely. She's not getting a rise out of him today. Anely just an interested look though. Bronzeriders? Healers? Hmmm.

Qarien arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

"Old enough." Lylia's legs swing back and forth, the rider resting her head against the table. Sleeep. But she manages to listen to Anely. "I want one." Her muffled reply can barely be heard. "And healers are all odd."

Pout settling into her features at the lack of an interesting response from D'renn, Lis turns back to Anely instead. "Well, at least you'll be able to sympathize with your victims." A hand goes to her lips in exaggerated embarassement. "Oh, /dear/. I meant patients." The greenrider will get a rise out of someone.

What's wrong with bronzeriders and healers? Anely just chuckles at the playful jabs sent D'renn wards about his age. "Have fun finding one Ly dear, I just found one and I've been single my whole life?" Gaze then dances away and lands on Lis, nope, she's not gunna get a rise out of her, she got to see E'ral the other day and she's a happy as happy can be! "I'm best with kids... guess that'd make me the perfect healer to deal with you eh Lis?" Inquires Anely in a sly tone, eyes flashing softly before she turns back to Lylia and flashes an innocent smile. Nope, she didn't just say that, really.

"Hands off our kid at least till he's born!" D'renn instructs Anely, eyebrows wriggling together into a mock-ferocious frown. "How long now, Lis?" he asks the greenrider hastily in a much gentler tone.

"I think I'll stick with the 'men are evil' mentality." Lylia will have something to grump about least. And that's fun. But one more the rider finds her blunt nose poking into the table, and gives a little wince, righting herself. "I need to go finish mending Druseth's straps. We tore a loop or two yesterday..." And that's all Lylia can say about it without being incriminated. Lis gets a little grin and finger waggle, before she flounces towards the door. "Take care of yourself, dearie... And see you later, 'Nely."

"Hey, don't /I/ get a goodbye?!" D'renn demands of Lylia.

Lis' face nearly shrinks as her eyes narrow and her lips purse, glaring after Anely speechlessly as she fails yet again to amuse herself. That same glare gets turned on D'renn as the greenrider spits out a surly answer: "Six more months." And last but not least, Lylia becomes the final recipient of Lis' dagger-tipped glare as her wingmate departs.

Lylia was just caring about her favorite greenrider in the entire world? But a smile twitches her lips, and she sticks a tongue out at D'renn. "Nope." Grudgingly, she gives a half-wave.

Anely holds back the urge to laugh as she belatedly waves to Lylia's leaving form. But the urge is too strong and laughter is soon falling from her lips as she gives the greenrider an ever so innocent smile. D'renn gets the same one and she flutters the jet black lashes at him, "Me? No, I won't corrupt the poor child until he or she is a few turns old." Yup, she'll just wait until it's at a nice impressionable age... "No need to sour it before it even takes it's first breath of air!"

Lylia goes home.

D'renn scowls fiercely after Lylia. No-one seems to like him today. Seems like a cream-puff is a good idea.....

Khloe arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Her mood as black as the rainclouds outside, Lis tries ignore the now-laughing Anely even more, but not without one final comment: "You're evil. Everyone's always evil to me." In a softer, under-the-breath mutter, the greenrider adds, "But at least I got to enjoy my Turnday." It's worth all the abuse she's got to take today.

D'renn's jaw drops. "I missed your Turnday, Lis?" Uh-oh.... "I'll be right back." And cream-puff in hand, he makes a dash for the door.

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

Khloe walks in as D'renn walks out. Hmm..."Hi everyone!" she waves to the people in the living caverns as she looks for a seat.

D'renn's sudden departure leaves Lis uneasy, to say the least. "Oh, lovely. /Now/ he runs whenever it's my Turnday." They're all out to get her, it seems. Feet are kicked forward under the table as the greenrider slumps down in her seat, her chin finally resting on her chest.

Anely gives another little yawn before looking continually innocent at Lis, "Yes I am, thank you very much, and now I have to get back to doing work instead of sitting here eyeing a pregnant moody greenrider. I'll catch you later Lis!" And the healer doesn't even let the rider respond to that jab, she just rises and quickly slides off towards the infirmary.

Nuff trundles in from the Central Bowl.

Lis peers up from her solitary sulk - apparently, she got abandoned. A civil glance and even a cheerful waggle of fingers is directed Nuff-wards by the greenrider, as she's done nothing yet to add to Lis' rather annoying day.

Nuff pads in, barefoot and purple, with various bits of gold clinging to her too-tight leathers, and Tiareth's bright gleam sharpening her usually vapid, limpid gaze. "Erf", she says in acknowledgement of Lis. "Erffleguffersh."

Nuff
Those obnoxious gold ringlets are back and tumble down around this rosy-cheeked cherub in a perfectly divine halo of treacle and amber. If not truly angelic, at least she may look the seraph's part from broody heather-violet eyes to bottled-sunlight smile; riderhood and certain other, newfound activities have pared Nuff-fat till she's merely pleasantly plump, and the beginnings of grace have found her form along with Tiareth's. Just the beginnings, mind.

What used to be a nasty glower soon dissolves into a deadpan expression as Lis simply watches the tight-leathered one with blinking eyes. "Uh, good morning..." is all that seems to come out of her mouth - but at least it's working, right? And just what does one say in response to 'Erffleguffersh'?

"No, its not", answer the little old weyrwoman gruffly in layers of self-indulgent tripe and her own deep-purple sullk. "Why can't they just be like people, proddy a little bit all the time, instead of storing it up for turns? And then WHAM!", Nuff smacks her hands together in a loud burst of noise. "All at once right down to your toes. Do you toes burn, Lis?"

Tai lilts, with a light step, in from the Central Bowl.

Lis regards Nuff in a new light at the poor woman's last words, brows raising in slow-dawning sympathy. "Nope, not my toes. But my belly does, sometimes, after I eat too much. Not usually when I'm proddy, though..." Her mouth curls up in a tiny smile before the greenrider peers around the weyrwoman to greet Tai with a considerably happier response than prevously. "G'day, Tai!"

Tai finds the klah, eyes dark and rimmed with red, offering a baleful glare to the rest of the group gathered in the caverns. A slow sigh's emitted from barely-parted lips, eyebrows slanted sharply inwards as the greenrider looks desperately for something on the serving table. "No *cookies*?"

Nuff turns on Tai lest she be proddy as well, offering the aforementioned: "Erf, Tai." And then continues her barefoot fat-cat padding over towards the drink cart/shelf/bar thing. "Never you mind about the cookies."

Tai grouses at Nuff, lips pursed and twisted to one side with unamusement. "But I *want* them," the greenrider huffs, fingers tightening about her klahmug.

Suddenly, Lis finds herself outnumbered by grumpy - and, even if she won't say it aloud for fear of walking away without a limb or two - proddy women. Being quiet at nibbling on creampuffs works quiet well in this situation.

Nuff opts for water as the least innocuous substance going and, two glasses of it in hand, rejoins the greenriders. "I want something else entirely, but the boys aren't cooperating." Yer love, is better than icecream, better than cookies and creampuffs and candy and and and...

Tai flutters her eyelashes, teeth digging briefly into her lower lip, a half-sigh emitted once more - klah's carried back to a table near the other throng of people. Pout. Sigh. Mope.

"Boys're terribly nortorious for not behaving," Lis agrees, sitting up in her chair with a swish of various fabrics just so she can bob her head for emphasis. Again, the greenrider casts a wary eye on her wingmate, Tai. Scary.

Hannah arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Nuff agrees, sitting down and hoarding her water as if it were as precious as gold. No, wait, gold sucks. The brighter, the badder. Nuff hoards he water as if it were as precious as brown. Or blue. Or some other innocuous (word of the day) substance. "S'ctly.", she says to Lis, and turns to Tai. "And what's the matter with /you/?" She knows what is the matter with Lis.

Tai casts a sudden look at Lis, eyebrows dipped low, blue eyes darkened as they narrow unhappily. "What?" she demands roughly, pout turned into a thick frown that's now turned upon Nuff. "Have you *seen* Yshanth lately?"

Hannah wanders in from the baths, rubbing her eyes and stifling a yawn. Too much napping lately. Biting her lip upon noticing the crowd, the girl tries to slip unnoticed towards the table. Pouring herself a cup of cold juice, she sits herself into a chair that happens to be in the darkest of corners.

Lis picks her words carefully - even the look she gives Tai is cautious, leaning towards apologetic. "Hide in your weyr, Tai. It's the only safe option. Or you'll end up like me." Faranth knows that's not a desirable fate...

"Thankfully no", says Nuff equanimity. "Yah. Weyrs good but they close in afeter awhile, all those walls and firelizards and felines and kids and, on second though, don't hide in the Weyr. Not my weyr. Mebbie an empty weyr." She spies Hannah and being ProddyNuff immedieately points her out to the others. "I bet /she's/ not proddy."

Hannah gives Nuff a stare that is uncannily reminiscent of a deer in headlights. "Uhhh..." she manages to garble out, juice almost dribbling down her chin. "Me? Proddy," she replies in a faint voice. No, that is reserved for her Momma's dragon. Proddy. Shudder. Attention. ShudderShudder.

Tai grouses, lower lip jutted out heavily, eyes darted from here to there and finally resting on Hannah. Fresh meat?

And Nuff, for her part, does an amazing job of looking like a headlight: bright, noisy, big, and generally annoying. No, wait, that's Tiareth. She does stop pointing though, that Nuff. "See? They say its contagious but its not. Not beyond dragon --> Rider, and even then, is that fair? Perhaps the healers could develop a compress or something we could throw on the Dragons and hush'm up."

Lis' gaze follows Nuff's, brows pulling together with yet another sympathetic expression. The wrath of proddiness is touching the whole cavern. "Prolly not. After all, she doesn't ride a green or a gold dragon... I'm pretty sure," the non-proddy greenrider adds hastily, one fingertip alighting on her chin in thought at the weyrwoman's idea. "Yeah... like a giant cold shower for dragons."

"They won't, ever, cause they like torturing me," Tai pouts self-centeredly, glaring at the floor now, hand drawn up into a fist that pounds quietly on the table.

< All > Alymath senses that Tiareth explodes in oranges and reds with the comment that no she is /not/ going to go submerge herself in an icy cold glacier lake. She is not not not not not. She's not. Go away.

Hannah blinks again, her eyes growing even bigger. People are looking at her. Not good. Gaze drops down to her cup as hands swirl the object restlessly. "I do not ride a dragon, ma'am..." voice trails off into airy nothingness as the fosterling's voice gives out. Gulp. Trying her best to look as much a part of the stool as she can. See? She can be a chair. Yes. A good little chair.

< All > Alymath senses that Quarith stirs awake by the jolting of Tiareth's voice. Peaches and reds glow brighter than her normal pastels as voice weaves itself into activity. << You disturbed my slumber. >>

Nuff reaches out to patpatpat the table near Tai, if she can't reach the greenrider. "We all like torturing you, dear. Just some people are better at it than otheres." Nuff courts Tiareth's favor, meantime, and loses. "Now", she says shifting tone to address Hannah, "That is perhaps the most intellligent thing you will ever do. Or not do, rather."

< All > Alymath senses that Ftoranth yawns sleepily, << Time to play? >>

"At least you're not at their mercy just because you're going to have a baby," is offered by Lis in what was intened to be a reassuring tone. Isn't it some consolation that she's afflicted by yet another fun 'pr' word: pregnancy.

< All > Alymath senses that Pintarryth floats in a light blue cloud, chuckling.

< All > Alymath senses that Tiareth is big, proddy, annoyed, and almost as old as Quarith. >> Well I won't, and Nuff can't expect me too. <<

< All > Alymath senses that Ftoranth thinks << What's proddy? >>

< All > Alymath senses that Tiareth answers in layers of fire, like an Istan volcano bubbling and boiling but not quite exploiding into a moiderous rage of emotion. Not quite. Not yet. She /burns/.

< All > Alymath senses that Quarith's mindtones swirl again, much like an eddying pool of pastel colored water. Silky and smooth, the older queen responds << Then do not. >> in her clear and proper tones. Solution is simple in her mind.

Hannah merely gives Nuff and interested look for that comment before her gaze drops down again. Shyness permeates her being as the girl tries her best not to be noticed. If she thinks she's invisible, she just might become unnoticable. At least until her Momma wakes.

One does lead to the other, afterall, on someon's part or other. Prrrrrrroddy, Prrrregnant. If one is not Prrrrrrepared. "Good point, Lis", says Nuff happily. "Nuffie's gots enough kids, even if their daddy didn't help with them." Prrrrr'han? Purrr. R'han. Mmmmm. "Course he ain't even come to see me yet."

Given Nuff's condition, R'han it seems is an intelligent creature.

Tai is kidless, and refrains from saying so poutingly, feet now drug along the floor quietly, the greenrider glaring at her klah.

Ashan arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

At Nuff's allusion to motherhood, Lis' eyes suddenly go wide, round, and horrified. No, wait. That's her expression. "You mean, more than one? On purpose? And who's their father?" Once her brief interrogation is done, she finally settles for watching Tai out of the corner of her eye.

Damia comes out of the kitchens, the smell of fresh baking following just behind.

Damia smiles slightly as she passes through the caverns, the lingering smell of the kitchens whisping out behind her even as she passes through the tables. Flitters chitter annoyingly even as she leaves the area, dissapearing into the huge area of the bowl. She's on a mission, apparently.

Damia exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Ashan scans the living cavern as she practically 'sneaks' out of the tunnels leading back further into the weyr bowels... eek, more then one of them...oh well, it can't be helped really, Shawn's stomach is growling so loud a few people standing close to her actually turn around... maybe she can just avoid them by keeping quiet...yeah, that's the ticket. With this strategy in mind, Shawn practically slithers along the wall to the sideboard where lunch is laid out, she gets a plate heaping with today's fair and a smaller plate of meat strips for the two young bronzes on her shoulders and then she turns, scanning the corners and recesses for a 'quiet' place to eat

Rufffffles of rrrrrrrrridges, and Nuffikkkkins has kkkkids. "Oh, heaps and heaps of them." Haven't you ever noticed all the blond-haired, blue-eyed, Children_of_the_Corn(y) evil sproglets running around? "There's Jack. She's like fourteen now? Fifteen. Older'n mom when Tiareth impressed. There there are the twins, Tuff'n Chuff. They're evil. And then the ten turn olds, Duff, Scruff -- they's boys too), and little Ragamuff. Them's all triplets, but I only like Ramuff. There's Chilali too, but she adopted me. Sides which she's all growed up now anyways." Spying Ashan she points again, whispering, "See? They're all growing up."

Tai listens to Nuff's description of The Kids with a sudden gust of amusement - Tai's face peeking through in a sea of proddiness.

The list of offspring makes quiet an impression on the poor greenrider, who's barely got one at the moment. "Oh," is all Lis says for a good long while after Nuff finishes - what /does/ one say after that? Gaze flutters from She With Spawn to Tai before finally settling on Ashan, a wave of short fingers given in greeting - even if Nuff's comment doesn't quite penetrate the greenrider's main level of understanding.

Nuff doesn't know what to say after all that either, so turns on Lis. "And you? You said is your first, right? Its not one of D'renn's is it? I hope not."

Auri arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Ashan is /not/ a Nuff-spring, doesn't even /look/ like a Nuff-spring...and so much for entering, eating and exiting unnoticed... one of those quirky, 'oh good, look you've noticed me' smiles flashes across her face as she acknowledges attention given, "Afternoon all..." she drawls in her almost lazy greeting and before her stomach has time to growl again she dares the prodiness and finds a seat somewhere close to the conversation. Bronzes attack meat, Shawn attacks plate... just stay quiet, maybe no one will notice ... well, again anyway

Auri skips in, all bright and sunshiney as usual. "Hi Hannah, Hi Tai, Hi Nuff." Beam, beam. She turns to Ashan with a little wave. "Hello, I'm Auri, what's your name?" Without waiting for an answer, she continues on with her greetings, grinning at Lis, and saying quite innocently indeed, "Hi Lissie, how's your D'renn-baby?"

Hannah takes the opportunity to slip back out. That one frightens her. Gaze slips to Nuff and leaves the 'caverns.

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

Lis peers up at Nuff with big, sorrowful, pity-me-love-me-but-just-don't-yell-at-me eyes. "It /is/..." she admits finally, after Auri so conveniently pointed it out. "'Lo Ashan, Auri. And the baby's doing just /fine/." That much is muttered through gritted teeth.

"Hi Auri", says Nuff on cue, noting those leaving and those arriving. But the mention of D'renn brings her back to Lis right quick. "It is?" Squeek! "Oh you poor, poor dear. Can I get you anything?"

"Um, juice? And maybe a cookie?" Lis' expression takes on a hopeful look, since someone's actually offered something besides congratuations or lamentations. "I'm alright, really..." she states firmly, as if being louder would help her point get across.

Ashan was about to say her name but Auri moved on so so does Shawn.. eyes darting from Nuff to Lis and back as she follows the conversation, and /eats/... growling starting to subside--slowly... still prefering silence to drawing Nuff and Tai's (and those are the ones she /knows/ are proddy) attention.

Auri plops down in a seat, after obtaining a bowl of stew, and muses while eating primly. "You never told me your name. What's your name? Do you want to be my friend?" Once again, without waiting for an answer, she continues. "You're lucky you're having a baby, Lissie, even if it /is/ D'renn's baby." Fear shows in Auri's eyes at the mention of the name. She brightens, "But babies are /so/ cute. I like babies. I wanna baby. If you don't want yours, I'll take it." Ah, generous Auri, as her oh-so-generous smile illustrates.

Nuff eases herself up from the proddy throne and, taking her water with her lest someone try and steal it, waddles off to get both a juice /and/ cookies. Suprisingly -- no, shockingly ? -- Nuff doesn't touch the cookies at all. In fact she takes great care not to even brush her fingers across them. She sits back down, "Yah, even if it /is/ D'renn's baby. -- Did you really sleep with D'renn?"

Tai nibbles on her fingernails as she listens to this conversation, eyeing her klah and the steam that emits from it.

Lis' usual complacent stare suddenly fixes on Auri. "You don't want a baby. You /don't/. Never say you want a baby, 'cause you just might get watch you ask." And even when you don't ask, it looks like. The anxious stare softens finally, her face brightening as Nuff returns with cookies. Fingers snatch one, and politely offer the plate back towards its bearer. "Well, not intentionally. It was a flight, see..." the greenrider explains.

Ashan opens her mouth as if to answer Auri's questions and closes it around another bite full of whatever-it-is-she's-eating... a small sigh and she watches the conversation move on without her again a small part of her starting to feel sorry for D'renn...you know he's not /that/ bad, and besides, he's got excellent fashion sense

Janysi walks in from the Central Bowl.

Auri blinks, cerulean eyes completely sincere and innocent. "But I /do/ want a baby. So I /should/ say I want a baby, 'cause then... then I'll get what I ask for, right?" She wrinkles her snub nose pertly, and adds on, "Though I wouldn't really want a D'renn-baby..." The girl's voice lowers. "Though maybe I'd want a Kh'et-baby...or a M'rin baby..." Chubby hands clap over her mouth, and eyes widen and look about the room. She did /not/ say that out loud...

Hynolonie arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

"Good luck, Auri," Lis quips flippantly as the girl names future fathers for her spawn. "I'd go after M'rin, if I had to pick between the two of them." Discussing other people's demises is most entertaining, as it takes the focus of /her/ condition.

Auri whimpers. Really, really, really whimpers. As whimper-y as a girl can get without seeming canine-like. "Li-is!" she hisses at the rider, looking about the room anxiously. "Shush!" And know she starts to look forlorn. 'Pity me' say her eyes. Awww.

Janysi stalks into the room, grins ingratiatingly at everybody (one of those grins that's not quite reassuring in that it suggests the person using it is about to hug everybody around them or go straight for your neck) despite the fact that she's quite certain that nobody's paying any attention to her in the least, and proceeds to dry herself in the same fashion utilized by most dogs: shaking herself off and sending little droplets of water all over the place. With that odd prowling grace that characterizes her as a Janysi, she sweeps with mystifying glee over to the nearest klah-pot and proceeds to help herself without so much as a glance to see if she's treading on anyone's toes, literally or figuratively. Then again, anyone who wanders deliberately in the rain, barefoot, and spins around in circles for a minute and a half just for the fun of it, is probably a little odd anyway.

Ashan doesn't mean to let the following comment slip out but it does...perhaps she's suffering from talking out loud, but as she swallows the last bite on her plate she remarks quietly, "I will never, under any circumstances have a child..." there, now that that's been announced...she shoves her plate and what's left on it toward the flits who get up the last few crumbs and then settles back to remain outside the conversation as much as possible, perhaps not even aware that she spoke out loud

Takovic arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Nuff winces at tat mention of flight (way back up there see?). "Right. Gotta be careful regarding flights. Uhuh. Stupid dragons." Nuff continues sulking and eyeing Lis carefully, so carefully. "M'glad that D'renn doesn't Rider something bigger. At least Tiareth'n me are safe."

D'renn strides in from the Central Bowl.

Speak of the devil and He Shall Appear? Danged thing. Tai now gets to her feet, reaching demandingly for a redfruit in the basket that sits on the table. Pout, sigh; and now glare, face turned towards new blueriding arrival. Poor D'renn.

D'renn trit-trots into the living cavern, clutching a mysterious package - yes, one of those - to his chest. "Lis, Lis...." he calls as he enters, only to stop dead. Lotsa people.

Janysi retreats to a reasonably unoccupied corner and perches quietly and precariously atop a chair on her knees, fingers wrapped firmly around the mug in her hands, eyebrows flying high. This is her way of pretending to be inconspicuous while eaves'-dropping. It doesn't usually work, and one is forced to wonder why she bothers.

Hynolonie crawls into the room, almost on her belly. She immediately hides under th nearest table. Small hands grip the tressles beneath the table's surface as she peers around at everyone in the room. Lonie's large gray eyes blink at the motly crew and grins as she begins to make mental notes of what is going on.

Blue eyes fly to D'renn, and after a slight double take, an observer who was observing carefully would be able to observe that the girl is slowly, slowly backing away from D'renn with a rather uncomfortable expression on her face. D'renn. Meep. (Auri)

Takovic hesitates in the doorway, characteristically but seemingly shyer as his grey-eyed squint roams over the...MANY...people in the room. That seem to be occupying chairs. And tables. And discussing Very Important Things. Very much wanting to not be noticed, he shuffles to pour a mug of klah, one hand clenching the other afterwards to keep it from tapping the side of the mug.

Nuff halts her tirade against D'renn and his dragon, and takes to humming and whistling as innocent as you please. She nurses her water, too, watching those arriving with wider than wide blue-purple eyes. "Uhuh. S'what Nuff thinks. Uhuh." Muttermuttermutter, all to her self.

Alymath> Tiareth looks back to the little bronze and blinks -- edible?

Alymath> Maksim swiftly turns his head from his perch on a ledge, blinking his own considerably smaller eyes at the big gold dragon. Fluttering his wings, he wonders whether or not he'll have to go between. Other dragons have given him a similar glance...

Alymath> Tiareth might be proddy, but she won't eat anyone. Yet. Tomorrow, maybe. For now she's just moody. Very moody. Then again, that little bronze tidbit looks mighty tasty...

Alymath> Colyn walks in.

Alymath> Maksim flutters restlessly again, chancing to emit a lowish squeak. You talkin' to me?

Ashan looks up... oh, the topic of conversation himself...then an almost evil grin spreads across her face as she decides to just cause a little bit of trouble, "Oh hey there D'renn... love the leathers..." see /someone/ appreciates his keen fashion... "They were just discussing how unfortunate Lis is..." she doesn't say about what... bad, bad Shawn... She doesn't look the least bit repentent either

D'renn looks around, taken aback. Everyone's hiding from him, it seems.... "Erm.... erm... is Lis around?" he ventures, flummoxed for once.

Alymath> Above, Minyath drops in from Spires' height.

Tai shakes her head, now eyeing the bluerider mutely. "No," she says finally, vocalizing ehr head gesture. "She'll be about soonish, I imagine."

Alymath> Above, Minyath drops down towards the Bowl.
Alymath> Minyath drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.
Alymath> Ayden is shrugged gently from Minyath's neck, onto a foreleg and delivered lightly onto the ground.

Alymath> Colyn looks at the large brown, and grins amiably. "Georgeous dragon."

Takovic isn't hiding from D'renn. He's not really hiding. He's just trying to...not be there, while still observing, though more with his ears than his nearsighted eyes. He continues to simply stand there by the klah pitcher, hand falling despite his efforts to tap on the table in a sporatic rhythm. He could just ask what was going on...

Alymath> Ayden shakes off the rain as she undoes her helmut, strapping it to the tether attached to the straps. A voice is heard and responded to with a grin "Thank you, the way to this guys heart is through his ego, that's for sure."