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 Mera, Rocu, Dytez, Kynance, Zhaneel, Ghost, and Trellis.

You see Tray 'o bubblies, Question Deck, and Kali here.

T'rell, Alfi, and Siannen are here.

Obvious exits:

Bowl Kitchens Inner Caverns Crafting Area

Alfi nods. "Same goes for the wherry. And it's because I'm NOT a cook! I was offered a position as one, but I turned it down, fearing for the Weyr's safety!"

And then to Siannen, "You missed my definition of firelizard earlier, I guess. Well, there's plenty of food here. And me, I'm doing fine!

"If you don't cook, what do you do?" asks T'rell of Alfi. "In your spare time, that is, when you're not not-riding Nonexistanth," he adds deferently.

Alfi shrugs. "To tell you the truth, nothing. I just live here with nothing to do. It may sound nice, but it gets boring."

Sita walks in from the Central Bowl.

T'rell leans back in his chair, surprised. "Nothing?" He glances around furtively, then lowers his voice ominously. "I wouldn't say that too loud if I were you."

Damia walks in from the Central Bowl.

Alfi brings her voice down to a whisper. "And why not too loud?"

T'rell leans forward again to speak confidentially. "Somebody might hear you."

Alfi says, "And that's bad because?"

Sita yawns, ooh, must have fallen asleep. Bad Sita.

Alfi grins. "It's ok. People have been known to fall asleep in their plates before. At least you didn't go down in your food!"

T'rell clears his throat, pauses, then replies, as if it ought to be obvious, "Because they use everyone who hasn't got anything to do to explore the back caverns. You know, the ones that've been having rockfalls..." he lets his voice trail off in ominous suggestion.

Siannen oohs, and whispers to Alfi, "You can stick wif me. I never have /nuthin'/ to do." a mischievous spark flashes in her eyes, "When there's nothin' int'resting, we make it int'restin' Oooh, back caverns? Where?"

Alfi shrinks back, still grinning. "Oh, noo! I'd better find a job! Too bad oxygen alone can't kill Thread."

T'rell makes a grandly general gesture toward some back passages. "The last folks went back there never did come back." He shakes his head sadly.

Alfi says, "Of course, if that was the case, we wouldn't need dragons...that'd stink."

T'rell

A small fellow, his shoulders are broad, his hands well-callused, and his form compact and fit. His dirt-brown eyes sparkle with mischief and humor to lend a joke to his hair, which has become quite a remarkable shade of light grey. His features are unlined except when he's laughing and are free and mobile with his expressions, such that all his five feet and four inches of height are alight with a juvenile and contagious spirit.

A well-worn wherhide jacket hangs well on his shoulders over a plain shirt, his wingrider's knot slightly frayed at the edges but otherwise neat with its bronze strand winding unevenly through the orange and black of Ista. Work trousers end at sturdy brown boots, patched here and there but with several turns to go.

He is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.

T'rell is 32 Turns, 2 months, and 27 days old.

Damia nods quickly, "Definitely. And we wouldn't be here."

T'rell quirks a rather mobile eyebrow at Alfi, his manner only slightly more serious than previously. "Sejith appreciates the thought, but on behalf of the both of us I think it'd be mighty convenient if we didn't have to go risking our hides every few days."

You notice T'rell looking at you.

Damia nods quickly again, "That would be...well, more desirable for some, less for others.

Alfi nods. "Also true. But things wouldn't be the same without the dragons. But if there never had been dragons, how could we miss them?..."Ack! Too much rambling!

Sita falls asleep.

Sita has disconnected.

Damia shakes her head quickly, "Ack! Tooo much to think about."

Pyrene arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Siannen marches up to T'rell, trying not to lishp. Her eyes wide, she peers up earnestly into the rider's face. "Will you show me the back places, pweeeease?"

Damia smiles as Pyrene walks in, "Can I get you anything?" she half rises, ready.

T'rell holds up a hand to still the avalanche. "I'm not sayin' not having dragons, mind ye. Just if it be a little easier, sometimes." His attention is caught by Siannen, and his expression becomes solemn as he tells her, "I'm afraid I can't do that."

Pyrene wanders in on that comment to a bronze rider and just /blinks/ at Siannen. "What? Er, yes Damia... a seat would be nice." Only she's already dropping into one.

Alfi plays along with T'rell. "Yes, there are invisible deadly killer tunnelsnakes....believe me, you don't want to go there!"

Pyrene ahhs, "The invisible deadly killer tunnel snakes... that's OK then." Them, she can handle. "Actually, Damia, is there any juice? Maybe a light snack?" It's so nice when people /offer/ to wait on you.

T'rell shakes his head, disagreeing with Alfi on one minor point. "They're not invisible," he corrects. "They're just so big you don't know where to look 'fore they get ye." A bit of illustration there, he uses his callused hand to snatch at the air by Siannen's left ear with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

The housekeeper arrives to cart Sita off to bed.

Damia manages to smother a giggle as the two lead her on.

Alfi says, "Aren't there both, actually? Nonexistanth's not thrilled by either. It's too dark to see, even with a few glows. Don't, don't go!"

Siannen ohs, her eyes widening. (As if that's possible) "Bu' with you, you're big an' strong, so they wouldn't hurt me right?" A grin is flashes as she recognizes on of her own tricks in the making.

"Hmm." T'rell rubs the light stubble on his chin thoughtfully. "Couldn't tell you," he concludes. "Never seen an invisible tunnelsnake."

Damia shakes her head quickly, starting to agree, "Naw....it's terrible!"

Alfi says, "Can't say I have either."

Pyrene yawns slightly, "Are we talking about the ones in the lake or the catacombs?"

T'rell holds up his hands helplessly. "Never walk into battle without knowing your enemy," he passes on the age-old advice to Siannen sagely, then offhandedly informs Pyrene, "The catacombs."

Siannen ums at the big word, but since she knows they're not in the lake....."Cata...cata...catacombs."

Alfi says, "No. The lake is only in threat of Invisible Diving Dragons."

Damia shivers uncontrolably, "Wouldn't want to run into one of those in a dark cave..."

Siannen eeps, "Invisible dragons! It's bad 'nough wh' I see dem coming!"

Pyrene ahhs, "Them. The ones that come and get children who don't eat their greens. The lake ones go after the kids who wet their cots." She knows this stuff. "Just take a group of toddlers with you Siannen. If you hear anything, throw them at the noise and run. Age old nanny trick that." She cheerfully snags a meatroll and starts munching on it.

Alfi says, "See them? Sejith didn't see Nonexistanth when he came here."

Alfi grins at Pyrene. "That was eviler that we're being."

T'rell can't suppress the chuckle that Pyrene's advice brings on.

Alfi says, "The nanny knows best!"

Pyrene smirks at Alfi, "That's why they made me nanny." Rule 'em by fear. Works as well as anything else. "Sejith?" Oh, yeah the strange rider. She squints thoughtfully at T'rell, "You come up to protect the brats from snakes or was there another reason?"

Siannen oohs, she'll have to remember that.....she knows lotsa toddlers. *evil grin* She wonders out loud, "Wha' kinda dragin's Sejith?"

"Well, mostly that," the strange rider begins with an air of executing his duty. "But while I was here I figured I'd stop in for a visit." He gestures with a full fork which, upon completion of its journey, is emptied.

Pyrene shrugs. If an Istan rider wants to come up to chase away imaginary monsters, then at least she doesn't have to do it. "I was wondering what kind of dragon Nonexistanth is actually," she glances across to Alfi, eyes amused.

Alfi says, "Nonexistanth? He's an Invisible, and big for that I might add."

Siannen glares at Alfi, why do they all have to be big?

T'rell was mostly making up monsters, not chasing them away. In any case, he turns his shoulder toward Siannen to show her the knot fastened there with its metallic strand winding through, and cocks a grin. "Sejith's a _big_ dragon."

Alfi shrugs. "All dragons are big. At least I think they are. I really don't know how big Nonexistanth is. He just says he's big."

T'rell agrees with Alfi easily. "He must be big, for Sejith to fit on his tail like that."

Pyrene thinks about that, "An invisible... He doesn't pick people up with his tail then, I hope..." She winks at Siannen, "That little bronze lizard of yours is going to grow to a fair size one day. Great big weight on your shoulder." She glares ruefully at her own getting bigger bronze, who lolls his tongue at her.

T'rell glances idly at Pyrene's bronze. "Polite creatures, aren't they?"

Siannen looks at her little bronze, how unexpected that one was. "Nanny 'Rene, why're dragons so big?" Silly girl. Oh well. She likes little ones more, blues&greens 'specially. But bronzes are okay, if they don't eat her that is.

Alfi must agree. "I like the greens best, sorry T'rell. If I were to Impress, I'd want a blue or a green."

Pyrene winks at T'rell, "Actually Mayne's probably the politest of my lot, 'cept maybe for Ky when he's being sociable." Kynance is resolutely snoozing in the corner though, no socializing tonight. Tremayne turns his regard to T'rell but makes no comment. "Anyway, they're small enough for it not to notice, dragons can be worse..." she says straight faced. "So people can ride 'em. Siannen hon, and so drudges can gossip."

Derwin walks in from the Central Bowl.

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

Derwin arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

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

Yolk swoops down to chitter at Sian, knowing she was talking about him. 'C'mon, feed me! I'm reeeeeally cute!' his expression pleads.

Siannen snugs Saendi! Saendi turns and snuggles, huggles, and foofs you back. :D

Alfi suddenly can't relate to things, with no firelizards and no REAL dragon...

Saendi snugs Siannen! Siannen is snugged!

Damia falls asleep.

Damia has disconnected.

Pyrene will give Alfi her two blues with pleasure. Well at least she'd say she would. Pol and Wal would probably go quite willingly too.

T'rell shrugs, he's not offended by other people's preferences in dragon color. He knows better, anyhow. "Yeah, I guess they can," he grins, the admission colored by affection, "especially when they're feeding."

Siannen shrugs, they're not that great. "All they do is eat and eat and sleep." She covers a giggle, "And try to help you cook."

Alfi wonders, "How many firelizards do you have, Pyrene?"

Pyrene wonders, "Lizards or dragons? And my older three are quite good with kids." Being a good deal fonder of them than Pyrene is. "Yours'll start being an utter nuisance as well soon Siannen, don't worry. Me? Er... four." Mental check, "Yep, four. Most of 'em accidental."

Alfi says, "Accidental?"

The housekeeper arrives to cart Damia off to bed.

Siannen knows how that can happen, yup.

T'rell glances up, his amused expression mirroring Alfi's question as he finishes off a tuber.

Alfi says, "Well, I go to hatchings and try to Impress 'lizards, with no luck? Tell me, how by accident?"

Pyrene nods, "Run across a clutch as it's hatching. Mayne was given to me, I didn't really have time for another one, but I couldn't send back the egg so..." She shrugs affectionately, "At least with dragons they let you devote all your time to the creature. Just cause a lizard's smaller they're supposed to be easier to look after." And since Pyrene's in no danger of impressing a dragon, she will maintain this until the day she dies.

Alfi says, "That accounts for two..."

Siannen had given up on the hatchlings, and wandered off to feed Aeneas, the little beggar.

T'rell allows Pyrene's dubious assertion to stand without challenge, just in the interests of civility; the quirk of his mouth, however, shows his disbelief. And since he's never impressed a firelizard and is in no danger of doing so... he quaffs his drink.

Pyrene shakes her head, "All four. Pol, Wal and Ky were all clutches I found. After those three I got the hang of avoiding anywhere with humming lizards and lots of people." She eyes T'rell unrepentantly, it's true. Utterly and completely. Why? Because she said so.

Saendi arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Alfi waves. "Hi, Saendi!"

Siannen whoops as she sees her favorite 'brat. Or one of them, at least. "Ennndiiiiiii!!"

You notice Pyrene looking at you.

Saendi waves. "Hi, hi, hi, hi!" A separate 'hi' for each person, oh, yes. Isn't Endi just the most generous? She seats herself on the edge of the table, humming a tuneless little thing, and then... Oo, Pyrene. Better behave. Down comes Endi, down onto the chair. Hands folded, smile pasted on, okay. Lights! Camera! Action! "Hello, Pyrene! Um, hi Siannen! Hi, Alfi..." Who's that last person again...?

Saendi

A short, sweet-looking girl, she is a terrible surprise for those who approach her from the wrong side. Moody and slightly bad-tempered, Saendi's reactions can range from a pleased smile and a friendly hand to shake to an evil frown and a very hard slap. Although she is naturally bad-tempered, she can usually keep her tantrums under control, thanks to her acting skills and some past spankings. Her once satiny-smooth, dark-brown hair is now permanently tinted earthy-red and is frayed and frizzy. She keeps it tied up in two long braids spiraled around each other and flipped up to form a tear-shaped, empty ring. Her flexible eyebrows tilt and bend in strange, exaggerated shapes, expressing her mood. If she is offended, her eyebrows show her displeasure, if her hoarse voice doesn't first. As a child, she was spoiled, pampered (take your pick :D) and treated like a princess. Although her figure and 'looks' are slightly above average, they are, by no means, particularly beautiful. Plain, sepia-colored eyes are set shallowly, although they do not pop out the way a frog's eyes will :). A long, but slightly crooked nose points down at her rather thin, pale lips. She has a sharp chin and long face with high, well-pronounced cheekbones; her figure is slightly thin, but lean and muscular like a racer or swimmer's body. Although she is unusually short, whatever height she does possess is thanks to her long legs. Her feet and hands are both callused and strangely large.

Saendi's clothing reflects her personality. She lavishly displays bright garish colors, and she almost always has a matching (or not) handkerchief or scarf tied over her head to keep loose strands from falling in her eyes. She indulges in skirts and pants, hates evening dresses, and ritualistically cleans her funny little wardrobe of dark, gloomy colors. Now, she is wearing a bright orange shirt with pretty, little, pink flowers and a thin, mesh-y scarf of the same color. Completing the outfit is a sunflower-yellow skirt with a hem of daisies. The only article of clothing which does not (sort of, kind of, in Saendi's opinion) match, is a pair of shiny new wherhide boots she purchased at the last Gather. Although they are light, klah-and-milk brown, she finds the color unmatching and annoying, and plans to replace them as soon as they're worn out (which explains the recent, uncharacteristic stomping in runner-doodoo). En's BratPack BackPack hangs heavily from Saendi's shoulder.

On her shoulder, two strands of blue and black are twirled together, representing her as a proud 'Reaches Weyrbrat.

She is awake and looks alert.

Carrying:

En's BratPack BackPack

Saendi is 13 Turns and 8 days old.

T'rell leans back in his chair, having finally cleaned his plate of the dinner it previously held, and gives a friendly nod and smile to the newest arrival.

Alfi says, "I have a feline. I suppose that's very different from a firelizard, though."

Pyrene watches Endi's change of attitude with smug satisfaction. Oh, the power.... "Evening Endi. Been behaving I assume? Maybe you can get everybody a drink. Siannen can help." Ahhh... yes. She shrugs at Alfi, "Dunno, never had a feline, but they look like they can be even more of a nuisance."

Siannen grins at Endi, and whispers, "C'mon. Les go." With that she heads over towards the table with the drinks.

Derwin arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

T'rell holds up a hand as he pushes his chair out abruptly. "Don't bother for me. Sorry, folks," he grins around the table, "it's been nice talking, but I'm told it's time to go."

"Who're you?" Saendi asks curiously, all rudeness smushed down to the indetectable level. "I don't remember you." And then, "A drink? Aww--uh, oh. Sure. C'mon Siannen. Let's... go to the Kitchens." Might give them some time to clean up that huge lump of flour and berry-goo plastered on the walls, anyway. T'rell slips to the back of her mind for the moment. After all, he's just another person. She skips mock-cheerfully off to the kitchens, finger crossing and uncrossing.

Saendi heads north into the redolent depths of the kitchens.

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

Alfi waves to T'rell. "That's a shame. Well, it was nice talking to you, bronzerider! Have a good ride home, and don't smack into any other invisible dragons!"

Kitchens

Heat and a large, unidentifiable morass of pungent odors assail those that pass through the herb-strung doorways and into the broad depths of hearth-filled kitchens. From the earliest hour of morning to shadows of latenight, the cavern is never empty: mealtimes bring vast crowds of drudges and workers scurrying 'neath cooks watchful eyes, while at other times a handful of clean hands tend the many fires and huge ovens that bake and broil breads and meat. A smaller hearth sits near-idle but for the ever present pots of klah, soup, and stew kept warm and ready.

Several anonymous doorways lead into storage caverns, stairwells, and cabinets that line the walls... surely anything needed can be found.. somewhere.

On the perch is Don.

You see Brimming Cauldron, a big mess, and an extra-large bubbly with berries overflowing the top here.

Obvious exits:

Caverns

Yolk> Siannen heads north into the redolent depths of the kitchens.

Yolk> Saendi skips back in with a big tray of drinks, all spilling their contents everywhere. Well, she tried, and that's something, at least. "Here's some drinks, everyone!" She plops the tray down onto a table and sits again. "Oh, don't go until you tell me who you /are/!" she pleads, half-standing, at T'rell.

Yolk> Derwin nods, disinterested in the girl. "Yah..."

Yolk> Pyrene waves cheerfully at T'rell, "Make sure you kill a few snakes first. Drinks? Thanks girls!"

Out out out of my kitchen!

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 Mera, Rocu, Dytez, Kynance, Zhaneel, Ghost, Trellis, and Yolk.

You see Tray 'o bubblies, Question Deck, and Kali here.

T'rell, Alfi, Pyrene, Derwin, and Saendi are here.

Obvious exits:

Bowl Kitchens Inner Caverns Crafting Area

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

Derwin arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Alfi says, "Well, welcome to our Weyr! I'm Alfi."

T'rell chuckles lightly as he gives a dragonrider salute to the non-rider. "Clear Skies, Alfi and Nonexistanth." The traditional farewell perhaps has more meaning to the rider of an invisible dragon... and he nods to Pyrene, and quickly tells Saendi, "I'm George. Nice to meetcha." He grabs her hand and pumps it once, winks, and strides off.

T'rell exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Derwin sighs. "Hmm. Derwin."

Alfi grins. Clear skies indeed!

Siannen comes out of the kitchens, trailing a towel that she uses to mop up the spilled juice. She whispers, "Endi, you spilled again. An' dat was T'rell."

Saendi blinks. "George? George?" She falls back down on the seat, bewildered. "He's a rider, isn't he? George? Not G'rge or G'orge?" Completely lost, she mumbles to herself. Is it G'eorge? Not likely, but...

Pyrene has trained her brats so well, provided you're not too bothered by presentation. "Hello, Derwin, I'm Pyrene. Where you from?" The interrogation starts here.

T'rell foofs Siannen! Siannen wonders what a foof is.

Alfi says, "George? I think I missed something."

Alfi says, "Oh! That was T'rell, not George!"

Pyrene shrugs at Alfi, "That's bronzeriders for you. A different name in every weyr."

Alfi has never heard that one before. "Whatever you say. I don't know all that many bronzeriders."

Derwin swivels around to face Pyrene. "Bitra."

Pyrene blinks, "Bitra?" Mental note: do not place bets with this one on hatching day. Stick to the kids. "Long way away..." She nods wisely at Alfi. Pyrene is an expert on all kinds of riders, really she is.

Derwin nods once.

Alfi says, "That is far."

Siannen agrees, nodding emphatically. Far.

Derwin raises an eyebrow at everyone. "Majority rules. It's far."

Derwin

Soulful cobalt eyes burn from under a curtain of shaggy dark hair. Handsome features, distinct chin, smooth olive skin, all are clouded by an expression of mournful melancholy. Tall, strong frame is hidden under a large navy coat, and capable, surprisingly dexterous hands peek out from under oversized sleeves. Practical trousers are stuffed into a pair of black knee-high weyrhide boots. An enigmatic character, to say the least.

He is awake and looks alert.

Derwin is 15 Turns old.

T'rell? Not George? But... but he said his name was George... "What? A different name in each Weyr? Why?" Bitra? Oo, a Bitran. Stay away from that one. She unconsciously edges a little farther away. She doesn't have enough money for that kind of gambling. (Saendi)

Pyrene eyes the kids. They're being far too quiet. "Did you offer Derwin a drink?" she inquires of the best-behaved brats in the weyr. And of course it's far. Pyrene's an expert on geography too. Expert on everything.

Derwin slouches against a counter. "No. They didn't."

Siannen gets the juice, Endi's done her fair share of spilling today. She carefully walks over, not spilling a drop. "Would you like some juice?"

"Uh, no, but I will!!" Brushing droplets of sweat off her forehead, she clunks the tray over to Derwin. "Here, uh, sir. Want a drink?"

Derwin looks at Saendi and raises one corner of his mouth in something as close to a smile as you'll get from him. "No. I don't."

Alfi sighs. "Don't scare him away."

Saendi gives Derwin a glare while her back is facing Pyrene. No, no need for the nanny to see this. The tray goes back to the table, after being wrenched from Siannen's hands.

Damia walks in from the Central Bowl.

Damia smiles as she limps in again. She notes Saendi and says, "Heya Endi!"

Pyrene grins idly at Derwin and notes to Alfi, "He's got to learn from the start if he's going to live here. No point protecting him." Heh. "Hey Damia!" The children are ignored as long as they're endeavoring to clear up what mess they're making.

"Damia!" Saendi jumps up and down, waving. The tray clatters unnoticed to the table (luckily) and only one cup falls over. "How're ya'?"

Alfi says, "Good point."

Nanny ‘Rene hears of the mess, and the bubblie is revealed……

Damia grins, "Fine, but don't make an even bigger mess out here, ya hear?" She stoops to pick up the cup, then sits down.

Derwin heads for the door, sans farewell.

Siannen sighs as she cleans up Endi's mess, fortunately there wasn't much in that cup. Messes? Sian /knows/ about messes.

Derwin walks out.

Alfi says, "Well, that did it. Here, I'll help clean that up."

Auri arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Pyrene heard that. "An even /bigger/ mess?" she asks, gaze falling expectantly on the two children. "Bigger than what? Anything to do with the state you're in Siannen?" And goodbye to you, young Derwin.

Auri yells a general hello to everybody. "HIIIII!"

For a few seconds, Saendi just blinks. Then, almost dancing on her tippy-toes, she goes over to Damia with an innocent face. "What? What do you mean 'bigger mess'?" She clasps her hands together and smiles her best smile.

Kali noticing another potential petter, she drops down. Just then Auri comes in, she peers at him. (her even). She trots up, purring for some petting.

Alfi says, "Whoa! There goes the eardrums."

Siannen hides behind Auri, she doesn't know anything about any mess......

Damia giggles, "Did I say that? I'm sorry...you must've been hearing things..." She looks innocent, but of course, there is a /huge/ mess in the kitchen...

Auri drops to her knees and scoops up Kali. "Pretty Kitty!"

Kali mrows and purrs as she is scooped up.

Auri claps a hand to her mouth. "Pix!"

Pix blinks in from ::between::!

Pyrene has been a nanny for two turns and before that a weyrbrat herself. And if you thought that Endi and Siannen were bad... "A Mess... I distinctly heard the word 'mess'. Anybody care to explain?" She grins gently at Auri. That's one child at least who shouldn't be involved in such unsanitary goings on.

Auri giggles at Pix. "He's still in my apron!"

Damia looks innocent and stays silent. She then turns to Auri with a frown, "I thought you were going to take that off..."

Auri squeezes Kali, rubbing her chubby cheek in the feline's fur.

Auri puts on her best "lil' angel" face. "I fergot, honestly."

Kali lets out a little meow as she is squeezed, but then buppurrs as it feels better and better to her.

Saendi quickly rushes to Siannen's side, mumbling something along the lines of, "Siannen.... clean.... .... bubbly... toe.... .... Pix...." And off she goes!

Saendi heads north into the redolent depths of the kitchens.

Cray blinks in from ***::BETWEEN::*** and does a pretty somersault! Wow!

Siannen abandons her spot behind Auri, "Um, we cleaned up, didn't we, Auri?" well, sorta.

Auri is /very/ bad at lying. "Um...yah...we cleaned...up... a little."

Pyrene relaxes, "Oh, well if you cleaned up." Wait, that doesn't sound like an innocent voice from Auri. "You /sure/ it's clean? I could go in there right now and you wouldn't mind?"

Auri gurgles.

R'sli walks in from the Central Bowl.

Damia manages to cover a giggle by turning it into a cough. She looks up as R'sli comes in. "Can I get you anything?"

Auri gives R'sli a childish smile. "Hi! I'm Auri! Who're you?"

Siannen scoots closer to the kitchen door, beaming broadly. "Ummm....I'm sure it's clean. Very very clean. Yupyupyup, no need to check."

Alfi says, "What are you hiding?"

Auri gulps. "No...nothing."

Siannen shakes her head, searching for Saendi, "Nothing, really, it's nothing."

Pyrene peers closely at Siannen. "You're lucky I'm comfortable where I am." She glances over to R'sli, "Evening and prob'ly best not to go in the kitchen. Might be even worse than the time you set fire to the cheese." Some people have terribly long memories when it comes to embarrassing moments.

Damia gives a little smirk, but again, stays silent.

R'sli blinks as he enters the caverns, his gaze going a bit wild at the site of the weyrchildren and he begins to backpedal. Too late, though. Damia's question has caught him, and he rubs the back of his head thoughtfully. "There's no need to wait on me," he says with a grin. "Just point me at the klah pot." He grins, and looks at Pyrene. "That bad, eh? Chef said he would /never/ let me near his brandy again."

Alfi waves to R'sli. She's getting tired, you can tell. "Hullo."

Pix waveringly flies in front of Damia, begging her to take of this blasted apron.

Yolk flies wobbily around, chuckling at Pix.

From Auri's shoulder, Tirone straightens. Oh. That flit.

Yolk wings in to hover by Ti, Anything you would like?

Pix croons mournfully at Yolk. Cruelty.

From Auri's shoulder, Tirone restrains the reflex to bat her eyes at Yolk. Would ruin her image.

Yolk

Shimmering heat seems to emanate from the pale hide of this large firelizard, concrete-colored flesh made more interesting by the metallic sheen of flames that flicker over his body in temperature-induced hallucination, radiating in bold tones of bronze and copper. Blackest tar melts over 'sails and 'spars with clinging determination, oozing down his tail and coating each razor-sharp talon with sticky permanence. Tar smudges his muzzle too, fading away between eye ridges to become a splash of bubbling egg-white and golden yolk down the neck, dripping across his back to trickle over the well-muscled ribcage, merging with the shifting colors of bronzed heat overlaying cracked concrete once again over the pale belly.

Yolk is 7 days old.

Yolk is awake and seems alert.

Damia blinks at the wavering Pix. "Well, you need that off if you are gonna be able to fly straight..." She stretches out a finger(arm rather) for him to land on.

Pyrene grins at R'sli. "Always a good idea to keep the riders away from brandy isn't it?" She returns to eyeing Siannen thoughtfully. She's never trusted brats. She's a bit cautious when flits start waking up too. "If Nadesda comes and asks me about messes in the kitchen though, I know who to blame..." She trails off wickedly.

Alfi wonders, "How do all these Weyrbrats manage to get firelizards?

Pix tries to land on Damia's arm but instead dives past it, hitting his snout on the floor. Ow.

Alfi *has to go in a minute.

Pix crawls onto Damia's boot and croons sadly.

Siannen shrugs, "Nadesda saw us in there. She said the apprentices would clean up, or something like that. Then she left with T'sin...."

Pyrene shrugs, "same way we do Alfi... If you're sure Siannen..."

Alfi says, "Ah. I'll drop the subject now."

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

Saendi drops an extra-large bubbly with berries overflowing the top.

Siannen shrugs, she didn't even want one, really.

"That was before I was a rider," he points out with a grin, crossing to the klah pot and pulling a mug. "And Chef was /most/ insistent that Amalia was out for my hide as well." He chuckles and shrugs. "And now I have no time for flaming cheese." He takes a long pull at the mug and sits comfortably away from small, sticky hands. (R'sli)

Alfi says, "In fact, I should probably go to bed. Very tired...long day..."

Auri looks at the now cold bubbly with horror. She begins to back away. No sense in risking to get dirty...

Damia groans at Siannen's comment about apprentices cleaning up, then brightens as it probably isn't true.

Pyrene nods. Take them away from the brandy and give them a twenty metre long source of fire instead. The Weyr works in mysterious ways indeed. "Night Alfi..."

Alfi waves to the others in the room. "'Night, all."

Alfi goes home.

Siannen trots over to tug on R'sli's sleeve, motioning for him to follow her. As she scampers back to stand proudly Endi, she does the same to nanny 'Rene. Pointing to the delicious looking bubbly, she proudly states, "We made dat."

OOC: Siannen says "Please insert 'by' between proudly and Endi. :}"

Damia says, "Doesn't it just look soooo appetizing?"

R'sli grins. "Of course, now I've Zaqith to light cheese," he says, echoing Pyrene's thoughts. Turning to the child who has now left a beautiful handprint on his leathers, he smiles. "You made that big pie yourselves?" he asks with a chuckle. "That was some feat."

Auri hisses at Siannen "Did you put the dough in first or the syrupy stuff?"

Damia says, "With feet too..."

"Yup!" She smiles just as proudly, throwing out her chest and swaggering to meet Siannen right by the bubbly. "Does anyone want to try some?" She's all ready to dish out pieces of bubbly! (Saendi)

Damia looks down at the poor crumpled flit, picking him carefully up.

Pyrene peers closely at the bubbly. "Y'know R'sli, they're a lot better at the look of the stuff than you guys were. I wonder how it tastes..." She never did try the cheese. Courage can only take you so far before the faintest scrap of sense will drag you back again. "I'll wait for somebody else to taste it first, if you don't mind." Paranoia is a survival instinct here.

Damia shakes her head, "Again...you've got me too late. I'm full." she makes up as she handles the little flit.

Auri shouts, "Pix did! Pix did!" without adding on that Pix didn't mean to try it.

Now why won't anyone try it? Saendi peers down at the bubbly again, noticing, as if for the first time, the toeprints and Pix's head-hole. "Oh... gee... well..." she stammers, slightly taken aback by the look of her creation, "Well... we washed our feet, and Pix was pretty clean too...."

Siannen nods to the rider, then looks at Endi......"Um, I don't remember. I think the sticky went in 'fore syrupy." At 'Rene's comment she turns to R'sli, angel face working overtime. "You'll try it, right?" Pix definitely tried it. Lots.

Pix scritch-scratches at the apron strings miserably from Damia's grasp.

Auri nods vigorously at her fellow Brats' comments. "Pix's head is /always/ clean. Just like mine. I wash us every single day!" Here, she grins proudly.

R'sli looks very pale at the thought of that pie and its many contents. "Um, ....sure," he says with a resigned shrug. "I'll try some." He looks queasy, and that pie hasn't even been cut yet. "Not a big piece," he cautions. "There's Fall tomorrow."

Pyrene grins at R'sli. "Yes, you go first. Penance for what you put us through all those turns ago..." Revenge is always useful if it's happening to somebody else. She peers closely at the bubbly and wonders if she can sneak her share to Tremayne.

Siannen looks at the others to see if she can cut R'sli's piece?

an extra-large bubbly with berries overflowing the top

An extra-large, crispy-brown, slightly burnt bubbly with cracked sides and top. Squashed berries and sticky, gooey juice is flowing out of cracks everywhere, and toeprints are evident in some places. Right in the center is a hole /just/ a little bit larger than a typical bronze firelizard's head.

Half of the food has been eaten.

You see nothing special.

Saendi smirks and sticks out her hands, palms up. A gesture that quite clearly means, "I'm unarmed; you cut." ;)

Damia's eyes melt at the struggling lizzen. She carefully begins to unwind the apron, untying knots...slowly but surely.

Pix chitters impatiently. Off dratted apron! Off!

Siannen carefully selects a section of bubblie, and cuts R'sli a /small/ *wink* piece. Putting it on a plate, she presents it to him, "Dere you go."

Damia continues to unwind the apron, "Well hold still or we'll never get it off!"

Pix continues to wriggle and writhe in agony, further entangling himself in the apron strings until he's just a big ball of flit and apron.

R'sli bravely takes up a fork and pokes at the brown crust. "And where did you find berries in season?" he asks carefully. "I understood from Jillian that we hadn't gotten them in from Southern yet." He pokes, frowning at the plate.

Vagus arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Oh, good, here's our first vic- er, eater. Saendi peers close, almost breathing on the slice of bubbly, and encourages, "Come on.... eat it! It's not poisonous!" Under her breath, she adds, "If it was, Pix'd be dead by now." And then the happy smile is pasted back on.

Auri waves at Vagus in recognition. "Hi! Wanna be my friend for today too?"

Saendi shoots Pyrene a look. Welll.... "You explain. I don't wanna'." She folds her arms and lifts her chin defiantly.

Auri hears Saendi's comment about Pix. Her eyes brim over with tears. Another tantrum approaches. "P...p...pix? Dead? No! Pix can't die! He's my friend!"

Vagus slips in quietly, turning his head to regard the small crowd gathered. Gaze shifts to Auri as she addresses him and he smiles faintly in recognition "Be happy to." he replies, bowing his head in belated greeting to her.

Pyrene grins at Endi, "Coward. They grow up in the meadows this time of year Ris. At least until the frost kills 'em all off. We were picking some the other day. 'Sides didn't you here? Jilli got Searched by Ista. Neola too." The weyr is a fraction safer to live in.

Siannen shrugs, "Endi an' Auri gave dem to me. I stayed and mixed da stuff." She beams at R'sli, see they had a reason. Now, please eat.

Auri is unable to answer Vagus through her tears. "S..Saendi... I..is Pix gonna../die/?"

Damia frowns, looking at Auri who is close to tears and trying to hold the wriggling flit still. "Oh hold still!" she hisses. She begins all

Pix is unable to move, him being wrapped up tightly like an Egyptian mummy in Auri's apron strings. He blinks at Damia helplessly.

Saendi shakes her head and reaches over to hug Auri. "Nah, Auri, I said if it was /poisonous/ Pix would die. But we /know/ it's not poisonous!"

Auri chokes back a sob. "B..but are you s../sure/ it's not poisnus? How can you be s..sure?"

R'sli forgoes the pie, and turns to the struggling flit. "Bring him here," he says, in that special tone used for balky weyrlings. "Let's see if I can help." He looks over at Pyrene with a raised eyebrow. "Ista? Really?" He grins. "And Neola, as well?" He whistles low, and motions for Pix to be delivered.

Pyrene looks at Pix and takes pity. She's got a soft spot for lizzenkind. "Maybe you should take the apron off him Auri, so he can breathe better?" Endi gets an eyeroll. Personally she's with Auri. Anything bratmade is definitely suspect.

Stanzi blinks in from ::between::!

Saendi points at R'sli, who is, of course, (glare) happily munching on the bubbly. "Look! He's not dead!"

Damia mumbles, "I'm tryin'! I'm tryin'!" then continues with her work, just about halfway done untangling the liz.

Siannen nods her agreement, "Yeah, 's not poisonous Auri. Dere's nuffin pois'nous in it. I'll show you." With that she commandeers a forkful of R'sli's piece. She beams, "See, yummy."

Auri looks at R'sli. Pokes him in the ribs to ensure that he is healthy. "Well...maybe he won't die 'til /later/!"

Damia says, "Yeah, but don't you think the poison would've worked by now if there was any?"

Pix has lost feeling in one leg, but since the other is now freed from the apron string knots, he begins kicking wildly in a panic. Off! Off!

Later? Uh-oh... how does Saendi get around this one? "Um... well... Pix ate the pie, right? And he ate it a long while ago, so if he's not dead or sick, he won't die!" She gives a convincing nod, and snatches a piece of R'sli's bubbly. "Mm... you're right... this act'ly isn't too bad!"

Auri continues crying, not to be consoled. "What if it's a special type of poison?"

Damia says, "Pix! Calm down! I can't get this off with you thrashing about!" she begins to pin down the leg that's thrashing about as it sorta retangled him."

"Bring him here," the greenrider says sternly. He produces a wicked beltknife, and motions. "If you want him to be able to breathe." He fails to notice that his pie is disappearing behind him. Stanzi scolds, calming the little blue with an imperious chatter.

Auri screams at Saendi, "NO! Don't eat it! It might be poisonous! And then you'll die, and R’sli will die, and P..p..pix will...will..." At this, she bursts into loud tears.

Vagus exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Saendi shakes her head vigorously, both at Auri and R'sli. R'sli is more urgent. "No, no! It's Auri's apron!" and then, "Would we make a special poison, Auri? Nooooo."

Pix freezes in the presence of the knife. Scary human.

Pyrene notes, "Firelizards eat firestone. They've got fairly sturdy stomachs. A couple of them I think actually." She doesn't flinch as the knife is produced. If it was a brandy bottle things might be different.

Auri can barely talk through her tantrum. "But...P..Pix is very sensitive!"

R'sli sighs, and reaches over, finally, snagging the apron and towing the girl closer. "Pyrene, could we possibly get some of these children calmed down?" His voice is a bit strained, and two unidentified children wail in terror as the dilemma escalates. "I can't think in this din."

Siannen notes that she ate the pie today, and before. "I'm not dead, see?" She's being good and quiet.

Damia holds the flit still for R'sli, "Be my guest..."

Saendi screeches again. "No, no! It's Auri's! You can't cut it!" She leaps in front of Pix and almost /growls/ at R'sli.

How come Pyrene has to do it? Oh, yeah, right. "Hush now Auri... Pix will be fine. R'sli's a weyrlingmaster you know. Endi! A good child will be respectful to those who are /already/ riders!" She glares at the girl warningly. "I'll fix Auri's apron for her."

Siannen protects R'sli from the growling Endi. "No Endi, down!"

Damia blinks, "Calm down! Pix isn't going to be hurt...yeah. He is just going to get the poor beast outta the apron."

R'sli leans forward, and absently nudges Saendi out of the way. "Be still, girl," he growls in return, examining the knot in the apron. "Ah, there's the trouble," he says with a grin. "He's gotten it knotted up good, haven't you, Pix old man." He nods, and leans over, working the knife into the largest knot. "This may take a moment."

Damia nods, managing to keep the flit still...'cause he's scared mostly.

Siannen peers curiously at R'sli's actions, having been nudged in the process.

Pyrene observes the scene with interest, Tremayne cheeping curiously in her ear. "This ever happen with weyrlings and straps?" she asks. He does seem to have some idea what he's doing and she's not used to seeing that, spending most of her days in the dimension of chaos known as the Brat Cave.

Siannen usually knows what she's doing......

R'sli shakes his head with a laugh, his attention never wavering. "You'd be surprised," he chuckles. "Usually, though, it's the rider and not the dragon that entangles himself." He grins, and works the knife a bit more, loosening the knot. "I think we may be able to free him without totally destroying the apron," he declares as the strings work a bit freer. "And Pix seems to have calmed down a bit."

Siannen nods to herself, R'sli's good at this. "Will you be my official knot untangler and sticky-situation-getter-out of-er?"

Saendi

A short, sweet-looking girl, she is a terrible surprise for those who approach her from the wrong side. Moody and slightly bad-tempered, Saendi's reactions can range from a pleased smile and a friendly hand to shake to an evil frown and a very hard slap. Although she is naturally bad-tempered, she can usually keep her tantrums under control, thanks to her acting skills and some past spankings. Her once satiny-smooth, dark-brown hair is now permanently tinted earthy-red and is frayed and frizzy. She keeps it tied up in two long braids spiraled around each other and flipped up to form a tear-shaped, empty ring. Her flexible eyebrows tilt and bend in strange, exaggerated shapes, expressing her mood. If she is offended, her eyebrows show her displeasure, if her hoarse voice doesn't first. As a child, she was spoiled, pampered (take your pick :D) and treated like a princess. Although her figure and 'looks' are slightly above average, they are, by no means, particularly beautiful. Plain, sepia-colored eyes are set shallowly, although they do not pop out the way a frog's eyes will :). A long, but slightly crooked nose points down at her rather thin, pale lips. She has a sharp chin and long face with high, well-pronounced cheekbones; her figure is slightly thin, but lean and muscular like a racer or swimmer's body. Although she is unusually short, whatever height she does possess is thanks to her long legs. Her feet and hands are both callused and strangely large.

Saendi's clothing reflects her personality. She lavishly displays bright garish colors, and she almost always has a matching handkerchief or scarf tied over her head to keep loose strands from falling in her eyes. She indulges in skirts and pants, hates evening dresses, and ritualistically cleans her funny little wardrobe of dark, gloomy colors. Now, she is wearing a bright orange shirt with pretty, little, pink flowers and a thin, mesh-y scarf of the same color. Completing the outfit is a sunflower-yellow skirt with a hem of daisies. The only article of clothing which does not match, is a pair of shiny new wherhide boots she purchased at the last Gather. Although they are light, klah-and-milk brown, she finds the color unmatching and annoying, and plans to replace them as soon as they're worn out. Splattered randomly over it all is a myriad off berry-juices, starting from shades of deep indigo to red-violet. Good Faranth!, what did she do to herself?! En's BratPack BackPack hangs heavily from Saendi's shoulder.

On her shoulder, two strands of blue and black are twirled together, representing her as a proud 'Reaches Weyrbrat.

She is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.

Carrying:

En's BratPack BackPack

Saendi is 13 Turns and 8 days old.

Damia manages to smother another giggle, "That's quite a job!"

Pyrene rolls her eyes and out of pity for R'sli shakes her head at him and mouths "Say no!" It's bad enough having to deal with the results.

"I'm afraid I have a job, little one," he says, reaching over and chucking Siannen under the chin. "And that one takes all my time as it is." He chuckles, and works the last knot free, loosening Pix but not releasing him, as he massages the muscles, working the ichor back into them. He looks up, his eyes going vacant. "Zaqith is telling him not to try and fly just yet," he explains. "Those muscles are going to be sore for a day or two."

R'sli, that is.

Siannen ohs softly, her pretty little eyes wide. "Not even official-unofficial?"

Pyrene smiles reassuringly at Auri, "There you go, by a real qualified rider no less. Siannen, Don't harass the greenriders. You'll only regret it when they go proddy." Admit it that never stops Pyrene, but she has a tendency to make herself scarce around proddy riders.

Saendi snugs Siannen! Siannen is snugged!

Saendi goes home.

Siannen hics, she will not cry, she will not cry......."Bu'.....please?" *sniff* "Don't you like me?"

Auri arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Auri bounces in. "Hiiiii!"

Siannen sniffles and waits for an answer from R'sli. "Hi Auri......"

Auri widens her eyes at the sight of Pix. "Pix!" She looks entreatingly at Damia. "He's not...not...poisoned is he? Oh please say he isn't!"

Damia shakes her head, "Of course not! he's fine, but R'sli's dragon says he probably shouldn't fly for about a day or so...wouldn't want him to overstrain himself."

Auri whimpers noisily. "Are you sure he's not poisoned? Why can't he fly? Is he hurt? Is he strained? What's wrong with him?"

Pyrene nods gently to Auri, "He'll be fine. Just don't tie him up in your apron again. R'sli's a /rider/" see? She does make an effort to instill some respect in them from time to time. "He knows what he's talking about. And his dragon definitely does."

Siannen sniffles to herself, determined not to cry. "He's fine....*sniff*.....he was just tangled in an apron."

Seeing Siannen sniffling sets Auri off again. Big wet tears drip of the tip of her little nose and plop onto the ground. She lapses into tearful gibberish, "I didn't mean to hurt him, I didn't know tying him up would hurt him, I was just scared that he was hurt after flying into the bubbly, I won't ever do it again I promise, really I do...."

Damia blinks and gets up, kneeling down near Auri...on her good knee of course, "There there Auri, It's fine! He'll be fine, he just can't fly for a little while...don't cry...crying's bad. Remember last night? I got all depressed and cried over a little hair pulling."

Pyrene sighs reluctantly and holds out her arms to the little girl, "It's OK Auri, he'll be fine and he won't remember it anyway." She glances at Siannen imploringly--stop crying and help me out here!

Auri remembers the incident and falls into a new set of sobs. "Oh, I'm sorry, I fergot about you, are you sure your hair's ok? Are you hurt? Are you poisoned? Is Pix poisoned? Everybody's gonna dieeeeee..." she wails, falling into Pyrene's arms.

Damia shakes her head sadly, just making things worse, "I'm fine I'm fine..."

Kali jumps down, rubbing against Auri's legs. See? She can have emotion...when she feels like it. Don't cry...crying is bad. Come pet...pet is good. She purrs.

Auri snuffles, dripping tears all over Pyrene. She outstretches a hand to pet Kali. "Sniff...Pretty Kitty..."

Siannen sniffs one final time, and bravely smiles, all sunshine and good things again. Scooching closer to Auri and 'Rene, she does her best to comfort Auri, putting almost a lifetime's worth of field work to good use. "It's okay, nobody's gunna die......An' I'm okay now, too." Not really, but she's not a whiz at sleight of hand for nothing. She can act, too.

Pyrene pats the girl on the back murmuring comforting sounds at the girl. After Kali seems to distract Auri for a bit, she pulls out a handkerchief and holds it under the girl's nose. "Blow," she instructs, falling back on tradition. "And nobody's poisoned and nobody's going to die." She glances across to Siannen. That last part can be changed if the kitchen's /not/ clean.

Auri blows obediently, but just a little. There's no way she's getting a perfectly good hankie all dirty. That would be "yukkie".

Siannen gulps, it's clean. And Auri's silly.

Pyrene mops up the girl's face with the hanky anyway. It's not that clean. Pyrene's hankies never are. "Now, why don't you cut me a piece of that bubbly. I haven't had any yet." she says bravely. She hopes that people are noticing her self-sacrifice here.

Auri presently realizes how she must look, all tear stained and red-eyed. And kneeling on a dirty floor like this one too! What a mess she and her dress must be! She hops up, smoothing out her dress frantically and pulling the tangles out of her hair.

Auri looks with plain disgust at the dripping bubbly pan. There's no way she's getting near /that/. "Ewww...but it's all yukky and dirty! I don't wanna get bubbly on my dress!"

Siannen is a model little soldier, and cuts a small piece for Nanny 'Rene. A shy smile crosses her face as she recognizes the effort, "Here you go. And I promise, it's not poisoned."

Auri looks around for a better place to wipe her hands other than Pyrene's dirty hankie. Finding nothing, she looks for Kali. Very convenient, that feline. And clean too.

Kali mrows as she is used as a towel. The nerve! She slips out from under Auri's grasp leaping to the table bench.

Pyrene pastes an appreciative smile on her face and carefully takes a bite. Throat flickers visibly as she struggles not to gag. Chew, chew, swallow. "That was... lovely..." she says finally. "You're a very good cook Auri... and Siannen too. And Damia?" Who made it again?

Damia shakes her head, "Nope...I had no part in the...making of it. I just discovered the un-mess."

Damia puts on her knot.

Siannen ums and points to herself, Auri, and wherever Saendi is. "Us. And Tib helped some too."

Auri nods, all sunshiney again. "Yah, it was me, n' Siannen, n' Saendi, n' Yolk, n' Pix. Damia just helped eat it....or...she should. "

Damia shakes her head, hand on belly, "I really have had too much to eat. I'm stuffed. You keep grabbing me at the wrong times!"

Auri pouts. A very bad sign. Most probably a forewarning of an oncoming tantrum. It's best not to test Auri in this mood...

Siannen ohs as she forgot the flitters, "Yeah, dem too. All 'cept Ti, she stayed on a shelf......And Pix reeeealy wasn't much help........"

Pyrene smiles sweetly at Damia, "Now, now... just a small bite... to taste it. You can't say no to such sweet little children can you?" Sweet and children aren't often heard coming from Pyrene's mouth in the same breath.

Saendi arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Damia shakes her head quickly, "No...I'd explode!" she turns to Auri, "And Auri wouldn't want that, would she?"

You click your heels three times.

Brat Cave

Extremely large room is aglow with brilliant glowbaskets lighting up the room, positioned above grasping fingers carefully in corners as to provide the best possible illumination. Cavernous walls shine, dabb'd hither and thither with bright shades of fingerpaint, as are the pots lying scattered all over sturdy kid-size tables huddled in bunches in corners. Rugs scatter the floor to protect small feet also, perhaps a bit smudged here and there from little accidents, embroidered by Nanny Mirisae in her spare time, almost seeming to cover a dip in the floor and topped with plush chairs all comfortably positioned in a loose ring about a comfortably warm fireplace flickering cheerfully for storytelling.

Sweet and yummy, scents of cookies and candy waft about the room.

Poking through the paint pots is Poldhu.

You see Toy Box, Tickle-Me-Nuff, a fireplace, Aurae, and Big 'Ol Pile of Fluffy Cushions here.

You notice Mirisae, Kalla, and Kyavan asleep here.

Obvious exits:

Sleeping Quarters Inner Caverns Rooms