Living Caverns
The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.
Tucked into a glowlit niche are Cosentia, Bezukhov, Bow-Wow, Lox, Kynance, Nocturno, Dratini, Kageen, Buffy, Rakyri, Abris, and Ghost.
You see Fantastic Triple Layer Bubbly Surprise, Tsunami Banner, Old Auntie sit-by-the-fire, Fluffernut, Kali, Pooky, Dustina, Azlan, Emerald Green Stuffed Flit, Goldie, and Nali here.
You notice Khia asleep here.
Khloe and Kh'et are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl     Kitchens     Inner Caverns     Crafting Area

Khloe goes home.

Khia has connected.
Khia yawns quietly, moves around a bit then sits up, ready for the day.

Sentanta suddenly disappears ::between::!

Avenlea toddle in from the Central Bowl.

Avenlea toddles in, obviously looking for,..... ah, there... Uncle Kh'et. Little face beams and she runs over, throwing her arms around his legs. "Hihi, Uncle Khay." she says, clamboring to be picked up.

Kh'et smiles a bit to his lovely little neice.  "Hullo there dear...." He picks the girl up, and sets her on his left leg, not quiet her usual position, but he's got an 'owie' on the right one.  And he's pretty sure the last thing that Vellie wants to hear is him screaming in pain.

Khloe arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Khloe has disconnected.
Khloe closes her eyes, drifting into dreamland.

Avenlea grins up at Kh'et. "Cookies?" Never mind it's the middle of the day rather than their usual snack time at night, Surely  Uncle Khay is good for cookies all the time.

Siannen walks in from the Central Bowl.

Kh'et chuckles, "Have you had your lunch already then?"

Abris chirps, the word "Cookie" soundly strangely familiar. A pleasant feeling.

Siannen is headed for the cookies as usual, but stops in her tracks at the sound of 'lunch.'  "Who's had lunch?"  Not her...not that that's all too suprising.  Maybe she can snag some of someone else's...

Avenlea blinks.. "Lunch?" Like she'd eat lunch... those wherry strips and such go to the flits, doncha know?

Kh'et glances slightly to Siannen and answers, "Avenlea.....Aye, lass, lunch....you need to eat more than just cookies in the day time, so you can grow up to be taller'n your mam....."

Abris creels now, wishing for attention. Little girls usually aren't /this/ boring. Neither are adults.

D'renn strides in from the Central Bowl.

Siannen cocks her head and ohs.  The words aren't for her, true, but still..."I guess that should go for me too, huh Unk'et?  Not that I'll be taller'n /my/ mam ever. but still..."  Taller'n Aife, maybe?

Avenlea giggles and shakes her head. "But nanny is always trying to give me something I dont' like." Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?

D'renn comes in, shrugging snow from his raspberry-shoulders, and adjusting his scarf. "Afternoon all..." mutters the 'lingmonster, heading towards klah and stew and other hot foods.

Abris finally can't hold his anxiety. He leaps down onto a table, chirping and creeling. Center of attenion, I'm sure now!...

Lis props her head up sleepily, eyeing the klah pot with as much determination as she can muster. Nah... it would mean getting up. It's a lot easier to watch the scene in the caverns with bleary eyes, but at least the greenrider can be borthered to acknowledge D'renn with a wiggle of fingers.

Kh'et nods to Siannen, "Aye.....you're still a growing lass too.....Both of you need lunch.....So little one, what do you eat, other than cookies?"

Siannen warbles a pleasant enough "Af'noon Donny!" D'renn-ward, before wandering over.  He's getting lunch, see?  Oh good, someone who's food she can munch on..."Uncle Donny, whacha eating?"

D'renn needs two trips. One to carry his plate of stew and his lumps of bread to the table, aiming for a seat close enough to talk to everyone; the other trip is for: "Klah, anyone? Lis?" A pause for him to acknowledge Siannen with a smile. "Anything that stays still long enough, Siannen."

Kh'et hears the majic work, klah...."Please, sir?"  He'd fethc for himself, but he's got this three turn old in his lap, you see....and he just hates putting her out....

Pyrene arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Chibiryus bounces and be-bops his way out of ::between::!

Brat arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Chibiryus drops in in a fury, squawking his little lungs out, and making as much clamour as he possibly can. A note drops from his talons and he swirls around in circles. It reads, "Child lost at sea. Need help, send quickly."

"Yes, please, D'renn..." Ah, her savior, the weyrlingmaster. Shifting in her seat, Lis tries to sit up and look /mostly/ awake, chirping a greeting Pyrene-wards as she waggles fingers at the nanny. "'Lo Pyrene!"
 

D'renn * wonders if any of the riders here have said they'll be taking part in this TP?

D'renn accumulates an entire tray: mugs, klah pitcher, sweetner and cookies. "There you go..." he announces genially as he slides the tray into position; finally now taking his own seat and sticking a spoon into his stew.

Kh'et * raises his hand....

Chibiryus *beams. Sorry to bother the rest of you. Proceed with the RP.

Pyrene slips in, having again managed to roster herself into a quiet and peaceful lunch. Or so she thought until she spotted the assembled--and an agitated firelizard? Kernow chirrs curiously at the latter, but Pyrene is avoiding anything that requires thought. "Afternoon.... Just about..." she murmurs idly, poking among dishes. "Stew again?"

Iri sneaks, her steps almost silent in from the Central Bowl.

Brat sniffles along the ground a little, poking her nose into just about everything in seems. Or she tries to. Often lost pup, who really isn't a pup anymore, apparently followed someone out from the Brat Cave where she usually resides. Oops?

Iri walks in, looking for cookies as always.  That Sriath sure keeps her busy...  "Heya!"

Avenlea looks thoughtful. "Um, meatrolls ifn't I can't have cookies. And soup. I like soup." she says, her face innocent and mischievious all at once.

"Always stew," D'renn agrees with Pyrene, being polite enough today as he sticks his spoon in... completely oblivious to any agitated firelizard. There's always at least one shrieking in and out around here, and D'renn's /hungry/.

Chibiryus bops and bounces his way ::between::!

Siannen grins and settles herself /beside/ D'renn, peering at his stew.  "Izzat all there is for lunch, Donny?"  'Cause it's hard to steal someone's stew..."Iff i' isn't, can you share?  Pleeease?"  She's hungry too.  Just doesn't want to get her own.

Iri blinks as she just saw a /very/ fimliar brown firelizard go between.  "Hey...  Waitasec...  That looked like...Chib?"  She bites her lip.  "Did Kaelya send a letter for me or something, or was Chib just here because...?"

Lis sighs happily - cookies and klah. And without even having to get up. "Y'know," she comments, dunking a cookie into her mug, "I think we need some tunnelsnake stew again. /That/ was some good stuff." Just some helpful culinary advice from an almost-awake rider.

Pyrene blinks after teh lizard. "That wasn't a Reaches one, was it? Anyone owning up to it?" She casts a dark look around, but is more relieved that it didn't choose to invade the nurseries. "There's some greens over here, Siannen!" she calls sweetly. It's only traditional after all. She resigns herself to stew though, slopping it into a bowl. Brat can lap up any spills, right? "It dropped something, Iri...." She responds non-committaly to the bluerider. Should have known one of them'd be mixed up in it.

Kh'et nods to Avenlea, "Alright...." He, unlike D'renn, can't ignore the squeeking lizard and delays feeing Avenlea for a moment.  Picking up the note, he reads it aloud, "Child lost at sea. Need help, send quickly."

Abris chirps, and his eyes whirl with fright. What's going on?

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

Iri frowns.  "A note?  I wonder...  I'm almost sure that was Chib...  He's a firelizard of my best friend back at-"  She's cut off by Kh'et.  "Lost at sea?  Ooooo..."  Major frown.  "KAe needs some from-the-air help...  This is serious."

"There's other stuff than stew, Siannen," D'renn declares. He just likes stew. "What was that again, Kh'et?" calls the Weyrlingmaster with interest as he overhears.

Brat suddenly freezes as something else catches her attention, aside from the usual stuff. Something.... Smells good? Food? Ears perk slightly, then with a yap and a shake of shaggy body, she's off. Bounding up to one of the 'Brats in the cavern, sniffing around quickly and waiting. Well.. One of em's gotta spill something sometime, right? Hopefully?

Kh'et nods, "Where to?"  No second thoughts, no worrying abotu his own lunch, or that fresh klah D'renn was so kind to get him.  And speaking of D'renn, or rather, to him, he repeates the notes message with out a second look to it.

Pyrene is good and doesn't comment about how some children deserve to be lost at sea. Instead she takes a seat (not at D'renn and Siannen's table, obviously), and peers across to Kh'et and Iri. "And you're going to answer this summons, then?" Take D'renn with you?

Siannen makes a face at Pyrene, though she isn't very serious.  Another glance is given the stew, before she slides off the bench and hugs her favourite Weyrlingmonster.  Of course, he's the only one she knows, so..."I frogot...I have lessons that I need to do...and Ris wouldn't be happy if I didn't do 'em."  With that she's off, munching on a cookie foung in her pocket, trailing crumbs.  "I hope someone finds it soon, then...bye Unk'et, Nanrene."  And she's out.

Siannen exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Alymath> Siannen wanders in from across the bowl.

Iri nods at Pyrene.  "Well, I'm going, that's for sure...  If Kaelya needs some help, I'm there..."  She starts out to the bowl.

Iri exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Alymath> Siannen is pushed east by the wind, heading towards the Weyrling grounds.

Avenlea doesn't know why people seem to have gotten all bothered all of a sudden, After all, she did offer to eat some lunch. "Uncle Khay?" she asks, tugging on his jacket.

Abris suddenly snaps into ::between::!

Kh'et drops the note near D'renn and kneels down to Avenlea.  "I'm going to go help Iri find the little , alright, you let Pyrene get you something to eat that's not cookies, and when I  get back, we'll have some, ok?"

D'renn is silent for a long while after Kh'et reads the note, spoon poised over his stew. Eventually he shakes his head, curls bobbing as if to shake off water, and announces, "Suncrusher Wing are being sent to help - they're doing sweeps over that area. But if you want to help too, Kh'et, go ahead."

Avenlea blinks and pouts, then nods quietly. "Okay, Uncle Khay." She's been trained by the bestest. She looks to Pyrene, not having actually been left with her for awhile. She toddles over and looks up. "Lunch?" she asks doubtfully, after all, she's a nanny and nannies always want her to eat things she doesn't like.

Pyrene gapes for a moment at Kh'et. She's not even on duty! Then again, Kh'et's going to do the heroic thing and help find a lost little girl, so the least she can do is take care of one of her charges, right? Sigh. "You want some stew and bread, Avenlea? Greens?" Let the games begin...

Pyrene *erms. Lost little child... getting confused between Avenlea and the other. :p

Lis' eyes blinks slowly as the message of the note works its way into her klah-starved brain. Absently, she waves to Iri, gulping down more warm liquid. She could use a few more minutes, yep.

Kh'et puts a kiss on Vellies head and grabs his riding gear to head out as quick as he can after Iri.  He hadn't even thought of the need to ask for permission, really, it's a lost kid, in the weyr's sweeps area, after all.
Kh'et exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Brat finally gets tired of waiting and decides to go the direct way.. Almost. Whining. Who can resist a whinning little cute bundle of fur? Anyone? Surely someone can spare a cookie or two, or maybe some stew..

Pyrene can resist a cute little bundle of fur, but not when it's whining. And thus Brat gains the full benefit of her glare. "Shoo!" She doesn't like canines, they smell. "It's /my/ lunch."

Brat just yaps a bit at the Nanny and goes to some nameless brat to whine at him or her. There.. Better?

Avenlea thinks about Pyrene's offer, then nods... "Stew and bread is good, ma'am." she says, looking after Kh'et. Second best is okay, ifn' Uncle really hasta go.

Avenlea *grins and ducks...

"Pyrene, can't you send that thing outside?" Lis peers piteously in the nanny's direction, glaring at Brat as well. "It's so loud. And annoying." Like most of Pyrene's charges, and it smells even worse.

Pyrene rates as high as second best? She /is/ moving up in the world! "Stew and bread... right," she sighs, putting her own down on the table before heading back across. "Now be careful... it's hot," she remonstrates carefully, returning with a tray. She doesn't have to actually /feed/ her does she? "And don't make a mes--huh? The canine's /not/ mine, Lis!" she half-squeaks at the rider. "How come I get blamed for everything annoying around here?" Her eyes track briefly to D'renn. Well... maybe not /everything/.

D'renn is blameless. He's just eating his stew with a rather vague expression: too busy listening to relayed dragon chatter. It's much more interesting than Pyrene.

Avenlea blinks at Pyrene. "I never make messes. Uncle Khay's taught me to be polite." She goes to the chair and pulls herself up onto it, taking a spoon and beginning to eat it carefully. And nobody /feeds/ her, but herself.

Brat sniffs, and sniffs again, catching whiffs of that yummy smelling stuff the Nannie's got. Weyrbrat is again forgotten as pup starts towards Pyrene once more, looking up with pitiful puppy eyes and giving a little whimper every now and then, while simultaneously watching the food too. Mm. Just drop a little? Pleeeeze?

Lis looks pointedly from the canine to the nanny. "Because, first of all, it was sniffing you, and second of all... Well, you deal with children. They're just like canines," she explains with a wave of her hand at the offending animal.

Pyrene is /so/ distraught that D'renn finds other things more interesting than her. However will she cope? Admirably by the looks of it--although Avenlea's ability to feed herself no doubt helps. She eyes Brat with less pleasure and frowns at Lis. "They maybe almost as bad as the childrens, but I'm /not/ taking responsibility for canines as well!" she snorts, ignroing the dog as best she can.

Brat whines a litle louder, not much, but hopefully enough. Maybe if she keeps it up someone will toss something to her - or at her, as the case may be - hopefully something edible too. *whimper whine whimper*

Avenlea looks down at the canine on the floor whining. Now she doesn't whine, Uncle Khay taught her better manners than that. She continues to eat her stew quietly, neatly, not even talking with her mouth full.

Uncle Khay's going to be known as Mr. Mannors at this rate.

Pyrene winces at the whining. "Alright... /who's/ are you?" she finally asks the canine. She may be able to identify a lizard at fifty paces but all canines look the same to her. Of course, Brat isn't likely to answer, more's the pity.

D'renn carries on eating, and paying attention to nothing else in particular. Not even Lis, for once. She's persona non grata with D'renn.

"You should just send it outside and stop bothering with it." Just Lis' philosophy on annoying things. "Eventually," she continues, "it'll find whoever it belongs to..." Another cookie is dunked into her klah mug, a few drops flung D'renn-wards absentmindedly as she takes it out to nibble on.

Brat actually belongs to two people, but also can't talk, nor understand what Pyrene's asking of her, so really wouldn't be able to answer anyway. Instead, she keeps up with the pitiful hungry doggie act. Hey, it works in the Brat cave with the littles, why not now?

D'renn turns a mildly reproachful look on Lis. "Mind your cookies," he suggests, seeming to return to the rest of the world. "That canine? Kick it if it's a nuisance," he advies Pyrene. "Just like you do to everyone else..."

Avenlea finishes her stew, then looks to Pyrene. She's busy, and so, little crawls down off her chair and goes over to the table to take her own cookies... She's eaten enough to satisfy the nanny, hopefully, since her bowl of stew is empty. Standing on tiptoe, she manages to grab a few cookies then, with a backwards glance slips towards the shadows where hopefully, she won't draw any attention as she eats her cookies in peace.

Pyrene is a lot grouchier than the littles though. She takes D'renn's suggestion at its word though, swinging a foot at the dog.... step a little closer now. "I don't kick /everyone/..." she adds half-heartedly. "In fact, I don't kick often at all... boxing ears looks more official." And of course, she's already forgotten about Avenlea, although Kernow tracks the child--if only so that she won't be blamed for it later.

Lis rolls her eyes at the weyrlingmaster as she peers down into the klah. Need to check it for cookie bits. "Yes, D'renn..." she replies with the air of a long-suffering weyrling. And she thought she was free of him... "Now, Pyrene... That's not nice."

"Pyrene's /not/ nice..." D'renn points out.. qualifying this with a "Sometimes, anyway. Sometimes she's alright..." Back to the stew...

Pyrene winks at Lis and then raises her brows at D'renn. "Why... D'renn.... was that something approaching a compliment? Whatever did I do to deserve this?" There's too much sweetener in her tone, isn't there?

"You've earned me a forfeit from Tyara?" D'renn suggests... then winces.

Lis latches on to the last bit of the conversation. "So what's going to happen, now that you've lost the bet, D'renn?" Her brows raise earnestly in the curiousity of a gossip. "Something interesting, I hope?"

Brat yelps loudly and barks a bit as she dodges the kick and backs off. Sending a few more angry barks to the Nanny before wandering off to find something more interesting. Fine then.. She'll just eat when no one's looking. Then, if there's a mess, no one can blame her. Right? Not her fault if she finds herself in the stew pot, or in someone's unattended bowl..

Brat *erphs and lags.

Pyrene blinks curiously around. "What bet? What forfeit?" She jumps slightly at Brat's yelp and then peers closer at D'renn, eyes suddenly narrowed. "/How/ did I earn you a forfeit from Tyara?"

"Oh shards..." D'renn groans audibly, raising his clean spoon as if in defense. "No-one's told you, Pyrene?" The weyrlingmaster looks around desperately for support.

That expression on D'renn's face just confirms Pyrene's suspicions that this is not something she'd approve of--at least not when it involves you. "No... nobody's told me. Why? How many people /do/ know?" she asks coldly.

Lis is more than willing to fill the nanny in, especially if she gets D'renn in some kind of trouble. "Well, Tyara didn't think D'renn could get your hand in his pocket..." Pink-leathered shoulders bob innocently as the girl sits back in her chair. Offering an opinion would be dangerous.

Pyrene stares at Lis and blinks for a moment as a rather confusing incident suddenly becomes clear. "She /what/? /You/ what?" she exclaims, whirling abruptly around on D'renn--she's definitely forgotten that Avenlea's present... not ever the slightest token nod towards setting an example.

D'renn gives Lis a puppy-dog expression better than the snuffling canine could ever manage; torn between relief that someone else has told Pyrene, and panic that someone else has told Pyrene. Panic wins... "I, erm, it was Tyara's idea!" D'renn bursts out - it's easy to lay the blame on someone else.

Lis gloats happily, curled up in her seat, with a smirk curling across her face. "Tsk tsk. It's only what you get for wearing such tight pants..." See? She's feeling generous; she'll blame it on D'renn's wardrobe and not the man himself.

It's more effective to lay the blame on someone else who's /present/ of course. "Oh? And if it was Tyara's idea to feed yourself to Tiareth, you'd do that, would you?" Pyrene snaps back at the rider. "How many people know about this? Lis obviously does!" And it sounds like things would go ever so slightly better for D'renn if it were only him, Lis and Tyara in on the bet.

Avenlea turns to sit with her back to the wall, eating her cookies and watching the adults. They are worsen' the kids, doncha think? And much more interesting to watch. They get to throw temper tantrums and get  away with it too.

D'renn fidgets nervously, reduced to panic by a girl half his age... Wait, this isn't right. D'renn squares his raspberry shoulders and defends himself. "I accepted a dare from /your/ assistant, Pyrene. It was wrong of me to do so, of course, but it seemed like harmless fun." And now he has to pay an as-yet unknown price.

Lis peers curiously at D'renn through a pair of raised brows - being on the outside does have its benefits. "Well, there were some other people there, too, Pyrene. I can't remember how many..." She's on a bit of power trip now, and she's going to run with it. "Shame I missed the spectacle," is added softly with a hint of evil into her smirk. Uh-oh.

Pyrene isn't daunted by raspberry shoulders or playing the act down. "Harmless fun?!" she shrills at him. "Harmless fun?! Trying to get me to put my hand in your pocket? Apart from the sheer immaturity of it--" And Pyrene knows a /lot/ about immaturity, "--it was /deeply/ disrespectful to me! No matter how much prettier than mine your knot is!" And then Lis just tops up the tank of the flamethrower... "/Who/?"

D'renn cringes again. "Sorry Pyrene..." he ventures, leaving Lis to give the list of people present when the bet was made. He's not digging his hole any deeper...

"Well, um..." This may take a while, partially due to the greenrider enjoying D'renn's cringing. "Tyara, D'renn, and me of course... Adora came in, I think... Lylia too." She has to start counting off on her fingers now. "And M'rin, and Areiah, and T'sin." Now that's quite a few...

"I think that was it," D'renn interjects hastily. See? Not quite half the Weyr...

Never play the apology card too early. Pyrene's still too stung to calm down yet, and when she does, D'renn's now going to have to think of something else to appease her. "I'll make you sorry!" she throws back at him. Kernow flaps wings on her shoulder and even Kynance is roused to squawk at the weyrlingmaster. They also remind Pyrene of a certain child's presence and the nanny stares around to glance at Avenlea. Who's watching. "I'm going to file a complaint," she informs D'renn formally before nearly going over the edge again. "In front of /all/ them??" She just stands there now, eyes lancing fire, but mouth temporarily speechless.

"And who precisely are you going to file a complaint to?" D'renn doesn't bother to hide his amusement, no matter how it may annoy Pyrene further.

Lis shakes her head slowly, bringing her mug up to her face for a sip - and to hide the grin spreading across her face. She has to revel in the embarrassment of rider and nanny in secret... "Now, Pyrene, it could've been worse. D'renn wasn't exactly eager to..." she adds, sticking up for the weyrlingmaster. She's not completely without heart.

Pyrene quite possibly /couldn't/ be annoyed further--although amusement doesn't help D'renn's cause. "Thesy... Adora and Areiah since they seem to know the details..." She'd likely go on, but Lis rates a response as well. "If he wasn't eager to, then why /did/ he? Or why did he try anyway...." At least she has the comfort of knowing that aware of the bet or not, she didn't fall for D'renn's ploys.

"Have you ever known me refuse a dare, Pyrene?" D'renn is the victim here, he really as. As his expression turns intensely mournful, he gazes at Pyrene with eyes wide.

Pyrene rolls her eyes at D'renn. "Oh, that's a mature attitude. Fine... if Tyara can dare you to do something stupid, so can I. I dare you to jump off the star-stones. Without Trydanth." Possibly not the best argument then.

Lis' question to Pyrene is muffled behind the rim of her mug. "Is that really such a good idea?" Another sip is taken quickly, the grin smothered behind an expression of vague sympathy. Not for D'renn, of course.

"I only take on dares that are /possible/ and not a risk to my health, Pyrene," D'renn explains with patience and a complete lack of irony, considering some of the dares he /has/ taken on in the past.

Pyrene just swells up with anger again. "Oh, so you're saying it's /possible/ that I'd consider putting my hand in /your/ pocket? Hmmm?"

"It's not as impossible as me surviving a fall from the Star Stones," is D'renn's opinion.

"Whoever said anything about you having to /survive/ it?" is Pyrene's sweet rejoinder.

D'renn shrugs at that. "Seems a bit pointless if I don't... You'd never be able to shout at me again," he points out.

Pyrene raises her brows, getting calmer again. "I still fail to see the drawbacks," she points out in turn.

Lis widens her eyes just a bit at Pyrene. This whole sympathetic thing is getting harder to maintain - they're /both/ scary.

"Siannen would never forgive you?" D'renn points out. So, it's a minor drawback, but... "You'd miss me, wouldn't you Lis?" he demands of the greenrider, all 'love-me' blue eyes.

Pyrene sits firmly back in her chair--back remaining as stiff as the poker by the hearth. "I can bring Siannen around. She likes me better than you anyway." So she's descending to D'renn's level of arguing now. It's the only way to get through to him, right?

"Of course I'd miss you, D'renn," Lis answers oh-so-sweetly. "What would the weyr do without you? You'd have to at least leave some progeny behind..." Just an innocent suggestion, eally.

"Oh, no...." D'renn's horrified. "I'm with Pyrene on this one - no D'renn-spawn!"

Kageen even seems to trill in agreement, that would be too frightening, D'renn spawn indeed!

Lis peers with haughty smirk at D'renn. "Oh, so that's it? You're not man enought to get anyone pregnant," she observes with a sting at the 'lingmaster's manhood. Fingers idly dust off her sleeve as if she was commenting on the weather. Same difference, around here...

Pyrene winces at Lis' comment, shoulders going from squared to hunched in .37 of a second. "Lis..." she whimpers. Please D'renn, that /doesn't/ count as a dare. Really it doesn't!

"Oh no, I'm not falling for that one again..." D'renn declares to Lis, probably bringing relief to thousands with those words. Lis does get a very /interested/ look though.

B'ard (that ever annoying brown NPC someone's stealing from R'sli at the moemnt,) smirks to Lis, unable to help himself, "Why Lis, you offering to be the uh....carrier for said spawn?"

"Again, huh?" Lis fairly pounces on the word. "I just think you /know/ you can't do it. But if you want to let everyone think that..." she trails off, waving her hand. "So be it. I don't give a wherry wing about your reputation."

It brings relief to Pyrene at any rate--although, being Pyrene, she can't just let it lie. "Oh? So you'll quite happily take on a dare that ridicules /me/ then?? But /Lis/ scares you enough to hold you in check?" Yeah... since when was Lis scarier than Pyrene?

D'renn bites his lower lip, refusing to respond on this ever-so-touchy subject. Poking at the remains of his cold stew with a spoon, it seems that he's actually struck dumb

Lis peers from D'renn to B'ard with a smirk. "I don't think I've got to worry about carrying the spawn, from the looks of things..." Her eyes wander back to the weyrlingmaster with a shake of her head. "Even if I did offer to carry it."

Pyrene forgot about her own stew--fortunately she did eat /most/ of it. Never mind the sodden lump of bread dissolving in the middle. "Lis, you're not getting pregnant, and certainly not by D'renn," she says finally. "If he /is/ able to get..." a flashed look to Avenlea and she changes her words, "--to get somebody pregnant, then the child would be worse than Ko'en."

Geko steps quietly in from the Central Bowl.

Avenlea goes home.

D'renn /definitely/ doesn't say anything, though the tips of his ears go bright pink, bright enough to patch his leathers.

"Maybe he's just looking for the right woman?" The former harper's apprentice offers ever so helpfully. It's not wonder Fort sent up up this way......

Wouldn't Pyrene love to patch D'renn's leathers with his ears? She might actually touch them for that. "Hey Geko.... We've just discovered that the world /is/ safer than we thought. D'renn can't have children." Or something to that effect anyway.

Lis rolls her eyes at Pyrene. "Does it look like I'm about to get pregnant?" Hopefully not, anyway. A cheerful wave is given Geko-wards along with a bubbly greeting of "Evening!" before she turns towards B'ard once more. "He's done an awful lot of looking, from what I hear..."

"Pyrene!" D'renn's intensely annoyed now. And hurt, believe it or not. Launching himself from his seat very fast, he stalks off towards the kitchens, presumably to console himself with bubblies.
D'renn heads north into the redolent depths of the kitchens.

B'ard chuckles. "Haven't we all....."

Pyrene isn't one whit repentant.... although D'renn's choice of exit-door does give her pause for thought. "Lis.... Geko... B'ard? Isn't Rose on her shift right now?" Which may be better than /in/ her shift, but Pyrene doesn't want D'renn and Rose in the same room right now.

Geko looks worriedly after D'renn and the kitchens, "What do you mean, 'Rene?" She just an innocent little rider, s'all. Walked into the middle of something, probably dirty and disease-ridden if Pyrene's involved...

Stryker walks in from the Central Bowl.
Stryker steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.

"Not all of us," Lis quips back at B'ard with a snort, re-settling herself in her chair. "Why should we be worried if Rose is on duty? Is there something with those two?" The greenrider's not as slow as she tries to look, sometimes.

Merra arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Merra grins wanly at the three and goes to sit down.  She looks a little better, but still pretty weak.

Rose evidently isn't on duty though, for at that moment the slight blonde comes into the caverns, stamps snow off her boots, and heads for the inner caverns. So nowhere near D'renn.

Pyrene glares at Lis. "You've not seen the disgraceful way D'renn acts around her?" If it wasn't D'renn, it would just be flirting of course. She nods absently at Merra and then flaps at Lis again. "You came up with this... /You/ can be held responsible if anything happens." She calms slightly as Rose re-appears, but she's obviously still irritated from earlier.

Merra exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

"I did not!" Lis protests squeakily, glaring back at Pyrene. "You started it by telling him to jump off the Star Stones." Obviously, this incited the greenrider's previous comment. From the look the nanny gives whoever passed by, it seems that the kitchen staff might be safe from D'renn. And speaking of which, Lis suddenly asks in a muted tone: "What if he really can't have children?"

Pyrene can outglare Lis if she tries. "Yes, but he wasn't going to /do/ that was he?" she snaps back. Not that it would have been any great loss if he did, but the dragons complaining about Trydanth would have been a hassle in her opinion. "And I don't care if he can't have children. It doesn' matter, because he's not going to."

Merra walks in from the Central Bowl.
Merra heads north into the redolent depths of the kitchens.

Tyara arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Tyara enters in her usual semi-stride, a lump of brat attached to her leg. "Sahara, be a good girl and let go! No, Ko'en won't hurt you, he's with D'renn right now..." The nanny sends her friends a weary smile. "Afternoon."

Lis folds her arms across her chest as she peers curiously back at Pyrene. Look, ma, no glares! "Are you so sure, Pyrene? If you ask me, he's got it coming..." She knows where babies come from, and how. And it's most definately not the Big Brown dragon that leaves them in people's weyrs.

D'renn's escaped, but Pyrene has a new vent for her offended sensibilities as the other culprit walks in all unawares. "Tyara! Can we have a talk?" Doesn't sound like it's going to be a private one either. Lis gets a brief worried look, "He's not /that/... erm... well if he hasn't had any by now, maybe he really can't."

D'renn comes out of the kitchens, the smell of fresh baking following just behind.

Geko frowns at Pyrene, and then glances back where D'renn's disappeared to. "Maybe all of the women have been smart and drunk the green stuff?" See, she knows about the Facts of Life, too.

Tyara gives up the idea of settling down as Pyrene beckons her. "Yes, Pyrene?" The nanny advances her boss, flicker of eyes given towards D'renn. Oh no.

D'renn retreats from the kitchen, followed by a giggling brunette... "Over there, pet," he gestures towards an empty table, onto which the kitchen girl deposits a tray of bubblies. D'renn beams at her as she disappears back into the kitchen, taking up a seat by the bubblies. And ignoring those harridans over there.

Pyrene rolls her eyes at Geko. "I know for a fact that half of the women in this weyr aren't that smart." Although presumably D'renn would provide extra incentive? D'renn's reappearance is only briefly noted before she returns her gaze to steel and Tyara. "What's this I hear about you taking a bet with D'renn?"

"See?" Lis calls after Pyrene, just a bit smugly as she almost gets the nanny to agree. Her gaze lingers just a bit, watching the even building between nanny and nanny. "Oh, but think about it, Geko," the greenrider begins, turning towards the browner. "They can't all be - Oh." D'renn's back; can't talk about him anymore.

Tyara has the fortunate ability to look totally innocent when in crisis situations. And it is such one now. "What d'you mean?" she inquires, even managing to look slightly irritated. "Me, and D'renn?" Yeah yeah, pretend not to have heard the word 'bet' will you?

Pyrene has the acquired ability of not being fooled by innocent expressions. "I mean the one about getting me to put my hand down D'renn's pocket," she explains too courteously. "Lis and D'renn are both quite specific that it was with you...." Yes, drag Lis into the mix. Geko had better not say anything untoward the mood Pyrene's in.

D'renn isn't listening, he's not listening, la la la... He's eating a bubbly.

Geko shakes her head... What with what one half of the female population of the weyr have said - the population that's had babies - you'd think the other half would be careful and stay happy. Hand into D'renn's pocket? "You mean like he had Mhari and Siannen do to get my badge for me? You did that? I'm impressed..." she chatters at Pyrene.

"Oh." Shoot. No denying things here, then. A look is given towards the weyrlingmonster, a rather evil one at that. "Hrm, I'm sorry it had to be /you, Pyrene, I just had to use the person I was most sure would never do... that." Tyara sends the head nanny a faintly apologetic glance.

Lis can't help but glance over in D'renn's direction, since the weyrlingmaster looks /way/ too smug. Well, if Pyrene's got it right, the weyr has nothing to fear. "I didn't make any comments on it, Pyrene!" the rider calls out for her own benefit. She just sat there and enjoyed the fun.

Pyrene doesn't explode oddly enough--she looks like it for a moment though. "Of course not, Geko!" she finally sulks. "It's--yeah, like Tyara said... and don't think you're getting it out of that easily!" she snaps at her assistant. "What do you get by the way? Seeing as you won?" So she's curious.

D'renn actually turns his head towards the girls at this point - of course he's been listening all along, but now's the chance to hear his fate.

An odd smile crosses Tyara's face as Pyrene asks, and she turns around, waving forward two people who've been hiding in the shadows. "Nantya, Ko'en's /there/," comes the horrified whine from Sahara, but she's - mercilessly - ignored by the nanny. "Oh, funny you should ask, Pyrene." Smirk, smirk. "You see, D'renn and I had a deal... oh, D'renn?" The last part comes out in a decidedly acid-sweet tone.

Pyrene just folds her arms and watches. Maybe this will inspire her....

D'renn stands up, folding his arms across his chest, just like Pyrene. "Yes Tyara?"

Geko goes home.

Lis alternates worried glances between the pair of nannies and the weyrlingmaster. What an afternoon this has been... Geko gets an envious look as she dissappears - if only /she/ could!

Tyara 's smirk grows wider as she pulls something out of her pocket. Something pink. And elastic. With embroidery on it. Looks familiar? "D'renn, our dearest Weyrlingmaster. I would like you to take these..." A finger is ran around the waistline of the boxers, snapping the elastic soundly, "to the weyrling barracks. Ko'en and E'rp will escort you," and a nod is given towards the two riders who laugh maliciously, "and then you'll clean the floor, /and/ Barbarianth's couch. With these." And the pink piece of clothes is extended towards D'renn.

Pyrene stares for a moment at Tyara and then bursts out laughing, "Oh, /yes/.... Tell you what D'renn, I'll give you an extension to finish that beofre I complain about your behaviour. In the meantime, I can decide what to do about /you/ Tyara." Tyara's /definitely/ not getting away wiht it that easily. "I'll see you later,"
Pyrene goes home.

D'renn takes a deep breath. And holds it, just /looking/ at Tyara. Is this the calm before the storm? Maybe not... "You're trusting Ko'en and E'rp to supervise me?" D'renn demands to know, sounding decidedly skeptical that those two could do the job.

Idari arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Idari walks in with a bouncing step, a smiles placed firmly on her face.

"Mmm-hmm." Tyara sends D'renn a large smile. "Normally I wouldn't," and thinking of all those pranks they pulled on her it's probably wise, "but I'm sure they'll do it properly when it's with /you/." The nanny tilts her head and extends her hand further, shaking the boxers a little. "Go on, or would you prefer doing it with your tongue?" Threat? Nooo!

Ragis walks in from the Central Bowl.

Lis pipes up from her previously innocent act in her corner. "D'renn's right, Tyara... Shouldn't we have someone responsible come along too?" Could she be possibly talking about herself? Naw... Who would want to see D'renn cleaning the barracks?

Ragis nods a greeting to the group before heading to the larder table to find some wherry or herdbeast for the crooning flit on his shoulder.  "Alright, Saphir.....give me a moment." he mutters.

Idari blinks and stops just short of her chair.  What has she walked into this time?

D'renn takes the two pairs of boxers in his hands with a sigh. "I was going to hang these in the barracks as a warning to the next bunch of Candidates, you know..." he tells Tyara, tucking the pink things into one pocket.

Ragis gathers up a small bowl of meat and a mug of klah for himself and slides into a nearby seat immediately holding out bits of meat to the hatchling.
Ragis releases Saphir, who launches into the air.

Tyara chuckles. "I'm sure it'll work, D'renn." A nod is sent Lis-ways. "Of course, of course. We'll come along." With 'we' she means herself and everyone else who'd die to see this. "But Ko'en and E'rp will be in charge..." More laughter and smirking from behind the nanny.

Idari looks over at Lis.  "Mind updating me?"  She figures that, of all those in the room, Lis is most likely to fill her in.

Saphir lands on the table in front of Ragis and opens his maw for the proferred tidbits.

Lis smirks happily at Tyara's answer. As long as she get to watch... "Well, D'renn made a bet with Tyara and lost, so now he has to clean the barracks," she explains to Idari. Short, sweet, and preserves everyone's dignity.

"I can't right now, Tyara," D'renn excuses himself. "I have a sweep to ride... When I come back, I promise. I don't renege on my bets."

Tyara nods. "As you wish, D'renn. I wouldn't want you to give up your duties." Ko'en and E'rp get stern glances. "Would we?" "Naw.." "No..." The nanny smirks. "Good."

Saphir appears from ::between:: in a blend of colors...

Idari grins, then stands.  "Well, time for Azlan's walk..."  She calls to the canine and heads out (**HAve to go!  Bye!)

Idari steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.
Azlan steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.

Merra comes out of the kitchens, the smell of fresh baking following just behind.
Merra steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.

D'renn makes sure those pink boxers are safely tucked into his pocket. "I'll be back," he promises, adding enigmatically to Lis, "I'd like a word with you later."

Ragis calls to Triste, who flies over and lands on his shoulder.

"A - a word?" Lis is /completely/ caught off-guard, blinking at D'renn with a surprised expression. "Yeah, uh, sure..." It can't be anything too terrible.

D'renn seems resigned to his fate... though Tyara does get a glare as he heads out of the caverns without another word said.
D'renn exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Ragis patiently feeds the little blue until he no longer demands food and then gathers him up and draining his mug of klah heads out of the cavern.
Ragis exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.