Painting the Brat Cave

Sunday Dec 26 99

All hope abandon, ye who enter here!

Brat Cave
Extremely large room is awash with dustcovers and sheets spread all over the place. Paintpots are scattered around, over and beside the covered furniture and workers saunter in and out, painting, fixing and building. There's also a near constant cluster of brats by one wall or another as they excitedly add to the slowly growing mural--at times clambering onto something to reach the higher blank portions of the wall. Brushes have been left out for any visitor, and it may be wise not to linger too long unless you want your assistance to be volunteered.
Sweet and yummy, scents of cookies and candy waft about the room.
Poking through the paint pots are Cheep, Taybi, and Poldhu.
You see Toy Box, Mud Colors, Aurae, Atai, Stuffith, Verdigrith, Plusheth, Ananda, and Cuteth here.
You notice Kalla asleep here.
Pyrene is here.
Obvious exits:
Sleeping Quarters Inner Caverns Rooms

Siannen bounces in, peering at the chaos that is the repainting. "Oh...my. Hihi Nanrene! Can I help?"

Tyara walks briskly in from the Tyara's Hideout.

Pyrene throws Siannen a dazed look as she holds up a tot with green fingers to the wall. "Yes, dear, they look /exactly/ like trundlebugs. Mmm, I can see the mummy and her babies... Help yourself Sian, oh Tya! Thank Faranth! Will you watch that lot over their... I've already told them they can't paint with their hair...."

Tyara smirks at Pyrene, walking towards the directed group. "Sure, sure, Py. Don't eat that!"

Siannen does help herself, elbowing a couple of tots out of her way. THey were only painting each other, after all. "What should I try? Can I do Cair and Zaqi?"

M'rin shuffles quietly in from the Inner Caverns.

Pyrene nods distractedly as she gets a green nose. "Oh, do whatever you want. Cairhoth and Zaqith'd be lovely... M'rin? Come to lend a hand?"

Arizona walks in from the Children's Sleeping Quarters.

Siannen looks up from her paintpot, where she's trying to mix up the right color green to do Zaqith on the wall, beaming at the new bronzer. "Heyo M'rin! C'mere an' help me?"

M'rin gets dragged in, protesting weakly, by a hoard of wildly shrieking kidlets. Seems like they went on a Rider Hunt, and managed to capture poor M'rin. A couple of the smaller children are hanging off his arms, much to the dismay of his quartet of 'lizards, who are making about as much noise as the kids are. "C-come on...L-let go..." Mild protest. "Eh. I-i'm not sure if th-that's v-very p-p-possible right now..." Gaze flicks up to Pyrene and Siannen.

Arizona heads back out towards the caverns.

Pyrene sets down the green tot and claps her hands at the horde of children surrounding M'rin. "M'rin's got to help Siannen because she's doing a bronze and he knows about bronzes..." she tells them. After all, Siannen isn't half as bad as the younger ones. she's doing M'rin a favour, really. "You go and help Dreck with his wherry hatching..."

Siannen waves a paintbrush threateningly at M'rin's horde of kids, causing several to drop off and go scuttling towards their friends. "C'mon, off. I'll let you paint me later, if you get off!" At that, the ones who ignored Py drop off, cheering wildly. "There. 'Tween us two, you're free." ANd hopefully the kids will forget her little promise...

Siannen should be so lucky. The brats have long memories...

M'rin looks baffled. Confused. What ever. One of the larger kids drop from his death grip on his arm and beams, before skittering away, back the way they came. "But I wannid a /green/ rider!" A girl child protests loudly as she eyes M'rin. The smallest of the bunch, clinging to one of M'rin's legs. "Bronzeriders are better th'n any ole greenrider, Morie!" M'rin just stays where he is, trying to keep his balance. Another boy, the 'leader' of the hunt, frowns up at Pyrene and Siannen. "But can't we eat 'im, now that we've caught him?" They do that with wild wherries, don't they? And someone told them bronzeriders tasted good...

Pyrene smiles sweetly at M'rin. "Maur... you're bigger than them. It's up to you.... paint with Siannen or get eaten?" She's not helping anymore at any rate, moving across to the other side of the room to pull away the blue paint from so children who are putting it to nefarious uses.

Siannen laughs outright at that, "Yeah, and you outrank 'em, too....you have a dragon who could eat them!" With the last two words she whirls on the 'Brat who was painting the ends of her hair green. The culprit runs off shreiking about big dragons and green paint.

M'rin is beginning to look rather embarassed. "B-but..." He sheds another two children as they begin to think about being eaten by Rixesith. Oh...wonderful...Anyway, M'rin doesn't like pulling rank. Ever. And as for size, some or the larger kids come well to his eye level. And plus, he can't paint. Not very well, anyway. He /can/ to a basic straight line, however...Morie, the little girl, suddenly decides she /likes/ M'rin and wraps her arms tightly around the bronzerdier's waist. Hers.

Pyrene, on the other hand, delights in pulling what meagre rank she has. And in her eyes at least, she now outranks M'rin. He's a weyrling, she's /head/ nanny. "That's good M'rin, take Morie with you and she can help too..." she says in a sweet voice that nevertheless brooks no refusal. "Siannen, how're things going over there?" Blue cans of paint in hand, she wends her way over to peer at the girl's work. "Want some blue for their eyes?"

Siannen shrugs and returns to her mixing. Pulling something out of her pocket, she reveals a stash of the crushed up sparkly stuff they use for the gold and bronze paints. Adding some to her green, she grins, and begins painting the wall again. "It's going okay. This is going to be Zaqi," gets announced to no one in particular, and then she grins, "That'd be good. And I won't let them--" Points to the rest, "Get any."

M'rin sheds another couple children as the begin to lose interest in M'rin, preparing for another 'hunt'. The word 'bluerider' is muttered amidst themselves as all but two brats dissapear again. The two are Morie, who's still wrapped awkwardly around his waist, and a little boy clinging to his left foot. Trying to ignore the two, M'rin edges forwards. "B-but...I don't knw h-how to p-p-paint..." His statement, as usual, is soft, and a timid protest. As for ranks, Pyrene has /always/ outranked him...Especially back when he was still a drudge. And he still is in some ways.

Pyrene waves him over airily. "Well, neither do they," she points out, carefully omitting any reference to her own artistic talent. "And at least you have a very good idea of each and every part of a bronze dragon. Morie, dear, show M'rin how to dip the brush in the paint." She beams wickedly at the weyrling and turns back to Siannen. "That's a good colour for Zaqith actually... shame she can't see it. You'll have to get Ris down here."

Morie, being the helpful, obediant (/Ha/. Hahaha.) child she is, picks up a paintbrush (still holding on to the rider with one arm) and presses it into his hand, like she were the adult and he, the child. "See, y'go like /this/..." With her small hand wrapped around M'rin's, she 'helps' him dip the brush into a can of bright red paint. M'rin, who's looking rather embarassed about now, just goes along with it all. The boy on his leg, however, continues to cling, somehow managing to keep his hold and suck on his thumb at the same time. 

Siannen sticks out the end of her tounge, chewing on it as she concentrates. "I will, won't I?" Manages to come out relatively clearly, despite the tounge. A little more coppery colored stuff is added, so she can start adding details to the tail.

Dreck wanders by the group more actively involved in the painting of the walls, a paintbrush stuck up his nose. Bristles first, in fact, so bright purple paint rims the outside of the nostril.

Pyrene perches on a step-ladder and lifts young Eneryp onto her lap so that he can dap white 'stars' up high "where they're s'posed t'be" and also drip white paint unnoticed into her hair, just to see the effect. Peia wanders up, lured by the bronzerider-in-training and smirks adult-fashion at Siannen. "Going to draw them in a mating flight... Bronzeriders like mating flights you know..." Said not for Siannen's benefit, but for M'rin's of course.

M'rin blushes furiously. Mating flights? No one ever told him anythin' 'bout mating flights! Sheesh. The things you learn...Morie is busy trying to guide M'rin's stubbornly clumsy hand in the shape of a heart. A lime green heart. "See? Iz just like this..." Morie is looking rather puffed up and /very/ proud of herself. She's helping a /bronzerider/. /Her/ bronzerider.

Siannen gawks slightly at the girl, which causes her brush to wobble a bit before she notices, and studiously /ignores/ Peia. "There. Done." And she is, a pretty good likeness of Zaqith curled up on the wall. "Now for Cair..." And at that she passes off her pot of green paint, snagging a bronze one from a kid happily consuming the contents. "I think he'll be sitting next to her, you think?"

Pyrene nods, and starts to paint a little garland of blue flowers. She's not keen on the colour, but she'd rather use it on flowers than... other things. "Cairhoth next to Zaq, yes..." she nods to Siannen. "That's cause they're weyrmates," Peia informs M'rin. "Someday, I'll probably weyrmate a bronzerider." And she flicks curly hair back over her shoulder to give the ling a coy look from that too-youthful face. "Since R'sli's already taken..."

Siannen gapes again, then just shakes her head. What is the world coming to? But she just patiently experiments, adding a little of this, a little of that, until she gets the right bronze for Cairhoth and starts painting again.

M'rin flicks a brief glance at Peia and promptly blushes a furious pink, hurriedly looking away, and back to the wall, which is graced with the lime green heart. Morie, however, is busy concentrating on writing 'Morie + M'rin' within the heart. "I-is there a-a-any way to s-stop her?" The bronzerider looks pleadingly in Pyrene's direction, his face a nice, bright, wine red. And yup, there's still a little boy busy sucking his thumb while clinging to M'rin's ankle.

Pyrene peers down at M'rin from her ladder perch, dripping blue paint onto the floor. Oh dear, is she /wasting/ it? "Do you mean Morie or Peia?" the nanny wonders helpfully. "Oh, nice bronze Sian--" she's about to comment further when Kernow gives a squeak as a blob of white paint lands on her nose. Alerted, Pyrene glances up at Eneryp just in time for her cheek to intercept another drop. "Eneryp!" she scolds, all but throwing the boy down to the floor. "that's it, get to bed!"

Morie frowns up at M'rin. "How d'you spell M'rin, M'rin?" She asks, batting her lashes cutely. "I-I--" M'rin begins, but before he is able to finish, three of his 'lizards clamber down his arms to peer at the heart. Hey. Nto bad for a first try.

Siannen frowns and tweaks the color just a bit, then continues painting. "It's okay M'rin, we'll put a bookshelf in front." Riiiight. "Morie, that's M-apostrophe-R-I-N."

Pyrene has lost interest in the others, making faces as she tries to mop the white paint from her hair--only making it worse of course. "You were right Nanrene," Ranae observes innocently. "You always did say we'd turn your hair grey before its time..." Peia of course continues to posture around M'rin, batting eyelashes at him shamelessly.

M'rin looks relieved. Very much relieved. And he thought being hunted, tracked, and captured by a hoard of *ahem* cannibal kids was bad...Morie, on the other hand, has finished spelling out M'rin's name within the heart, casting a smug look at Peia. The poor, poor bronzerider seems to have aquired a permenant blush, trying to avoid looking directly at either Peia or Morie...dispite the fac that Morie has reattatched herself to his waist. The little boy, finally speaks up with a loud, firm voice. "Girls are silly!" is stated, and then thumb goes back in his mouth.

Peia throws a sulky look at the little boy and a patonising look at Morie. "Hearts with names in... isn't that soooo.... five-turns-old..." she says loftily, before peeking sweetly up at M'rin through blackened lashes--probably blackened with paint judging by the job she's done of them.

Lis swishswishes in flare-legged pants in from the Inner Caverns.

Siannen is painting Cair, truly she is. And that big splat of bronze paint that suddenly found it's way to Peia's hair isn't the exact same shade that she's using. Eneryp, having avoided Pyrene after the white hair thing, has settled behind Sian, having a fistfull of her hair shoved in his mouth, and lovingly streaking the rest with whatever paint comes to hand. Sian't oblivious, concentrating on her painting, and on not looking at Peia.

Morie's lip flaps in the wind. "But /you're/ five turns old!" She protests, then dons a perfect puppy look to peer up at M'rin with. "I'm...I'm mature, aren't I?" The small girl continues to cling to M'rin's waist. She's claimed him, ayup. "/Anyway/. /I/ caught him! He's mine!" is thrown back at Peia. "So /there/..."

Pyrene, grey of hair, green of nose and white of cheek, throws Lis a despairing look as she crouches by a bookshelf fending off Qui, Quae and Quod who are all passionately arguing over a pot of purple paint.

"Pyreneeee?" The whine comes from Lis as she peers into the cave 'o brats, a head of curls framing blinking mudbrown eyes. Brows raise as she takes in the general scene, ducking back with widened eyes as she starts to back away. It's not to late to escape, issit?

Peia lowers her brows (pretty hard to do when they've been plucked to obscurity) at Morie. "CAught him? In a mating flight?" she scoffs at the child. "You don't even know what to do." Oh, yes, M'rin wants a woman of experience right?

Hynolonie walks in from the Inner Caverns.

The boy clinging to M'rin's ankle has spotted Lis. Another rider! And...greenrider, too! Woohoo! Morie pokes out her bottem lip in a perfect pout. "...S-sure I do..." The little girl protests, though it's obvious she doesn't. 

Oh, far to late to escape, as Drek, paintbrush up his nose, beams at Lis. "It's purple!" This as he grasps her pant leg, brandishing a paintbrush covered in coppery green with his other hand. "Wanna help?"

Hynolonie peers into the room.. bored and looking for someone to talk to. She purses her lips.. quite unsure what she will find.

You say, "Lis, help!" squeaks Pyrene, as Qui spills purple all over Quod who immediately burst into tears, causing Quae to slap Qui, followed by more tears. Lonie isn't even noticed by the nanny in the uproar, although Irelle beckons to her hopefully. "I'm trying to paint my cheeks pink, but I can't see what I'm doing. Somebody said you draw lots, can you do it for me?""

Peia snorts at Morie and coos up at M'rin. "You're not allowed girlfriends yet, I know that. Have you got somebody you're waiting for?" she asks, twisting a lock of hair around one finger.

M'rin falls asleep.
M'rin has disconnected.

Lis' gulp is audible as she's simultaneously bombarded by a boy with a stick up his nose, the sight of brats fawning over M'rin and the scene in Pyrene's corner. A lesser girl would faint, but no, Lis tells Nose-Boy that she'll be happy to help, and strides of towards Pyrene's corner. "Pyrene! What should I /do/?" the greenling hisses.

Pyrene flaps desperate hands at Lis even as she escapes the triplets. "/Help/! Anything.... show Dreck what that paint-brush is really for!" she hisses at her, before resuming her perch on a ladder again. At least she's out of the way now. She starts painting a sun above her flowers.

Siannen giggles and concentrates on 'Cair' even harder as she hears an indignant shreak from Peia, who has now discovered the bronze paint in her hair. Sian's still just as oblivious to the now multihued result of Eneryp's attention to her hair. Dreck beams and follows the greenrider, the purple brush still up his nose, green clutched tightly in his hand.

At least Lis has instructions, now... The weyrling whirls around on a bootheel, smiling benevolently down at Nose-Boy, now known as Dreck. "Dreck, darling, if I'm going to help you, you'll need to pull that brush out of your nose first. No one's going to look in /there/, even if it /is/ purple." The hint of an amused grin touches her face. T'is a novelty, to Lis.

Dreck beams and tugs on the brush, then frowns and tugs a bit harder. "I's stuck!" But he tugs once more, harder this time, and manages to dislodge the paintbrush, the paint dry and crusty on one end, gooey and grose on the other. "Got it!"

Pyrene winces at Dreck and sighs as she optimistically draws a smiley face on her sun. Kernow taps her nose against the wet yellow paint, seeking to cover the white splotch from earlier.

Lis does her best not to be ill all over the nice mural. "Wonderful, Dreck. Now, I think that brush is a little... broken, so let's look at the green, can we?" She pries the gunked-up purple brush from Dreck's hand, leading a green-brandishing toddler in the direction of a bare patch of wall.

Hynolonie heads back out towards the caverns.

Siannen feels a tug on the ends of her hair as she leans closer to put the final touches on Cair's nose, finally turning to find herself faced with a good foot of her hair colored with every color possible, except for the now slightly slimy bit that Eneryp is now sucking on. "/Ene-ryp/!" Is shreaked as she turns to Pyrene, "Look what he /did/!" The paint doesn't bother her so much as the fact that he was sucking on her hair.

Pyrene has by now tucked her plait inside her tunic top. "Hazard of the task at hand, Siannen," she replies stoically. "Lis, what're you painting? Do you have any spare green?" She's going to add some grass to her little patch of paradise high up on this wall.

Mathius walks in from the Inner Caverns.

Dreck shrugs, peering up at the greenrider. "Wha' should I do?" Ignore the fact that he sounds a little congested....who knows how many other brushes he's had up there, eh? He does extend the paintpot, which he grabbed on the way over. It's Sian's leftovers from painting zaqith, but it's still green...

Peia returns from washing her hair and looks smugly at Siannen. "Glad to see that what goes around comes around," she quips with a horrid smirk.

Mathius walks in and raises a brow and says hello.

Lis rolls her eyes Pyrene-wards, gently taking the paint from Dreck and passing it up to Pyrene. "I think it's safer if /you/ hold it," the girl whispers to the head nanny. Dreck probably couldn't fit it up his nose, but Lis isn't too sure of this child after the whole paintbrush-stuck-there-bit.

Siannen brandishes her paintbrush at the hair-painting, hair-sucking boy, then grins as he backs into Peia, smearing her with a myriad of colors, all of which found their way onto him in the course of his painting of Sian's hair.

Pyrene looks dolefully at Lis, taking the paint obediently. Glancing across to Mathius she waves weakly. "Come to help paint the mural?" she asks.

Mathius looks around and realizes he is new to the weyr. He thinks about how to get into the conversation

Mathius
The young man before you has short strawberry blonde hair that reaches down to his ears. His cheeks are rosy and his face is hidden by freckles. He is quite skinny and tall about 6 ft in height. His eyes, black as midnight, stare beyond the world but into the stars. His complection is pale, his arms and legs dotted with freckles just like his face. Pale lips often have their edges turned up into a smile, his expression is of kindness and helping. Above his left eye, there lays a scar.
His ripped up tattered clothes shows that he is a traveler. His trousers are of plain dark wherhide, his tunic is of wherhide dyed navy blue. On his feet he wears grubby shoes, the wherhide old and worn. 
He is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Mathius is 16 Turns old.

A quick scan of the colors, and Lis plucks a sprightley magenta from the collection. "Mm, bright," she comments cheerfully before securing painting supplies as well. A brush is passed to Dreck - "This is for painting, not noses." - before she dips hers in the pink. Her face screws into concentration and then wings start to appear, followed by a neck and tail. Pink dragons.

Eneryp careems off of Peia, avoiding the indignant girl. He comes to a halt before Mathius, grinning and brandishing a paintbrush, goopy with many colors of paint. He's obviously never heard of 'one brush for each colour' as he beams up. "Wanna help paint?"

Mathius says, "Of course I'l help!"

Peia shrieks and leaps backwards, then promptly forgets all her dignity to start screaming at Siannen, obviously blaming her entirely for Eneryp's behaviour.

OOC: Mathius says "I'll, not I'l"

Mathius looks around the room "What are we painting?"

Pyrene stares at Lis' dragons curiously, "Auri's going to /love/ you Lis..." she comments, chewing on a lock of hair until 
she realises she doesn't like the taste of paint. Spitting it out, she takes the green paint and begins to paint lazy blades of grass, peacefully waving under her smiling sun, with the blue flowers dotting among them.

Mathius looks at Pyrene. "What can I do?

Some kids beam brightly up at Mathius and wave around the four walls of the room. "It's a mural! Draw anything you want, anywhere you want!" "But not on yourselves!" Pyrene amends, uselessly.

Mathius bends down and grabbs a brush. With a smile his face, he dips it into the yellow and paints just like the others.

Hannah walks with youthful grace in from the Children's Sleeping Quarters.

Dreck sloshes his paintbrush right in, fuscia-magenta-red globs halfway up the handle when he pulls it out again. "Canni help? I... I can't reach..." The last bit is added mournfully at the little boy hops up and down, paint flying as red confetti over him, the wall, and Lis' uniform.

Siannen acks as she's screamed at, finding her way to Pyrene and her blue flowers. She's try to blend, easy enough considering her height, but hard since she's got a rainbow in her hair. Eneryp tugs on Mathius' sleeve, then trots off to a wall, working on a rainbow hued dragon. Or at least that's what he says it is.

As Mathius reaches up the wall to draw a beautiful butterfly, the paint spills below his feet and floods his grubbish shoes.
Mathius backs up and smacks Lis in the face with his yellow paintbrush by accident, managing to get it in her hair
OOC: Mathius says "that is supposed to be one pose"

Yawning, the young weyrbrat slips from the sleeping quarters, not expecting to find /people/ in the play room. Green eyes widen at the sight as Hannah slips along the wall, her natural curiousity overcoming her painful shyness for once. In a light soporanic voice, the young girl asks, "What's.. going on?" with more than a hint of curiousity running through her voice. 

Siannen pipes up helpfully, "Painting!" This as the triplets stream past, poking each other with brushes and yelling their heads off. Oh dear.

Pyrene stares wearily at Hannah. "We're painting..." the kids should really be in bed too, but for some reason they're all still up. "Find a blank space and join in if you like. Just try and paint the /wall/!"

Mathius, now trying to start a color war, dabs the paintbrush into the green paint and purposly spreads it across Pyrenes face

Eneryp uh-ohs, "Now yer gunna get it!"

Hannah nods shyly at the BigBadNanny. Delicately, she picks her way through the mess to find a paint brush that suits her fancy. Brilliant green eyes survey the colors, as one childish hand hovers above the paint. "Hum.." she mumbles to herself, hardly aware she's doing it, "What color do I want? Do I want blue..?

Sigh... Lis looks helplessly down at her pants and tunic, now splattered in a color very close to Alymath's riding straps. "Aw, Dreck, don't bounce so!" The yellow paint in her hair is ignored; she can pass it off as highlights. Right. But for now, she's got to pick up little Dreck, who - once aloft - gleefully gives the dragon some extra apendages. Eight legs and two tails? Why not?

Tyara walks briskly to the Nanny Tyara's Room.

If highlights is all she thinks of it, then why not put in some more? Just for fun. Mathius dipps his paintbrush in the red and starts stroking her hair once sgain.

Pyrene squeaks as green paint is spread further across her face and retreats up to the top of her ladder and well out of reach of any paintbrushes. She starts doing some green stars just for the heck of it, having no other colour on her.

"Wonderful, Dreck-darling," Lis states with as much of a straight face she can muster. "Pyrene? Can you lend us a drop or two of green? Alymath here needs and eye. Or two or three..." Even as Lis speaks, Dreck delights in turning the pink dragon into a multi-headed, multi-tailed hydra.

Peia tears herself away from flirting with a particularly cute speciman of the male species to take pity on the shy girl. Peeking at Pyrene, the flirty brat snags a bit of blue paint that she filched from the Nanny, "Here Hannah.." is said in a stage-whisper, while her eyes gleam fiendishly. The shyer girl, Hannah, smiles softly and accepts the paint and the offer of frienship. "Thank you.."

Mathius thinking that it would be fun to get Pyrene just a little madder, goes into the green paint and soaks her whole paintbrush.Without saying a word, she starts brushing Pyrenes shoes and as far up as she can reach which isnt very high since Pyrene is on a ladder. 
OOC: Mathius says "REPLACE ALL SHES WITH HES! I GOT TOTALLY CONFUSED!!"

Siannen rummages amongst the abandoned 'pots, finally coming up with one close to white, sprinkling the last of her sparkly stuff in it ans stirring, before handing it up to Pyrene. "Try this?" Her mouth slowly forms an 'o' as her nanny's shoes get painted. "Uh, Nanrene?"

Melissande blinks in from ::between:: in a shower of gold and icy air!

Pyrene gives another shriek and starts using her only weapon hand, raining green paint down on Mathius, and possibly Siannen too if she's close enough. The nanny breaks off just long enough to swap her green for white. "Siannen, pass the green to Lis."
OOC: Pyrene says "Make that my only weapon /to/ hand."

Hannah turns to watch the paint war with Mathius, and with a shrug, moves off onto a empty space of wall. With her newly aquired blue paint-her favorite color-she dips her brush in and eyes the wall critically. Gangly, petite form moves this way... then that way.. trying to decide what she wants to paint. Small white teeth nibble on fleshy lower lip. "Hum.."

Siannen quickly trots the green paint to Lis, grimacing at the arrival of more paint in her already many colored hair. "Here!" gets squeaked out, as she finds Eneryp has returned, now tugging a bigger brat behind him.

Mathius, now moving away from the ladder, grabs the paintbrush, dips it in the orange paint and swings it around. There is now orange paint flying everywhere and landing in every different direction.

Lis watches the green-ing of both nanny and resident warily. "It's alright, really. I'll just use some purple, or something. Alymath likes purple, anyway..." Still holding a squiggling bit of brat under her arm known as Dreck, - who's busily living up to Lis' impromtu nickname of Nose-Boy with a finger up his nose - she scoops up Siannen's offering with her other hand. "Hold this, will you, Dreck?" Not that he has much choice, as Lis sticks it his little hands.

The room is full of paint and you can barely see any places even on the floor, where paint hasn't covered its territory. 
OOC: Mathius says "That was Mathius speaking"

Pyrene stares at the orange paint in abject horror. She has no idea who Mathius is, but she makes a silent decision to never let him in the nurseries again. She casts an affectionate look over to Hannah. See? She's actually painting the /mural/. Like they're supposed to be doing. Thus inspired, she returns to her stars, dabbing white over the green. What stars are doing when the sun's out, she's not sure, but if Lis can draw pink dragons, she can have stars and sun.

Siannen shreaks and scrambles to protect her painting of Cair and Zaqi, which managed to avoid getting paint splattered. This also got her away from hair-boy, who's relentlessly following her, trying to finish his 'painting.' Namely, her hair.

Lis goes home.

Pyrene helply tosses Siannen a spare sheet. "Cover your picture with that if you want to preserve it," she suggests, ducking under her own to continue work on her idyllic scene.

Mathius crals down and takes a sponge from a window cill to clean up the mess she made. Afterall, all she was trying to do was have fun but no one understood her joke. 
OOC: Mathius says "I meant crawls! Not crals"

Irelle, cheeks adorned with pink circles and nose spattered with orange freckles from Mathius shower of paint, struts past him beaming. "Lookit me! I'm wearing /make-up/!"

Siannen tacks up the sheet with a murmured "Thanks!" Then Dreck, bless his dear little nose, manages to paint, in his very best toddler-scrawl 'by liiis and dreck' underneath the pink dragon-thing.

Hannah is so caught up in thought that she doesn't see the Nanny's affectionate look, for if she did, maybe she would not be so afraid of them. Nibbling her lip, she smears the blue paint over her section of the wall. Bright azure blazes back at the young girl and she smiles in satisfaction. "Pretty color.." she mumbles to herself, small white teeth worrying over her bottom lip. THe others are given another curious glance, but she shrugs at the mayhem and dips her brush into the blue paint again. "Hum.." Right now, her work merely looks like blue blobs.. but it might get better..

Fortunately for Hannah, Pyrene's distracted and her gaze is elsewhere else she might start to grow suspicious of the amount of blue paint the girl's using. "Dreck... how come you never try to write that neatly for Aife?" she demands of the toddler, helplessly.

Mathius perches his eyebrows. He is kind of mad. Everyone played along with his joke but he is the one who gets the blame.l He doesn't want anyone to be mad at him. He hopes no one is and now learned his lesson. You can't have fun without getting the blame.

Melissande chirps and emits a cute, ladylike yawn, but only after perching herself too high up for that dratted nanny to poke her..

Dreck beams happily up at his nanny, "Because i's easier to do if i's big?"

Mathius goes home.

Hannah is paying no attention to the nanny, so.. Slathering more blue paint--adding white and black to change the tones and highlights--her picture begins to form. A child's rendition of a big blue dragon begins to emerge. With no special talent in the painting department, it really does look like a child's work. "Now for Momma.." is mumbled, though Hannah doesn't know that she does this. Dipping her brush into various peaches and tans, she sticks what looks suspiciously like a human blob on top of the dragon. The blob has a blob of black for hair, it would seem. "Pretty.." Young 'brat leans back to survey her work, and turns to watch the others for a bit.

Pyrene catches sight of the golden flash of Melissande and glares at her, before muttering to Kernow. Rather apologetically, the younger gold swoops over and chitters a shy rebuke.

Siannen oohs as she loks at the younger girl's picture, while fending off Eneryp with a hand on his forehead, keeping him at arm's length.

Melissande chitters lazily at the older gold, though rebuked, she is not. It'll take more than the young queen fire lizard to rebuke her. She yawns again jsut to show it..

Pyrene gets attracted by that oohing and slips down the ladder, wandering over to see... and to glare. "Oh, /very/ funny, Hannah," she scowls. "Who's that then. Sardrinth? Trydanth? Erranth?" 

Kernow beats her wings in faint agitation, chittering louder. It /is/ her nurseries after all. The other gold's just an intruder. And Pyrene doesn't /like/ yawning!

Hannah smiles at Siannen, her gaze cast shyly down, paint brush twirling. Adding a few clouds to her picture of her flying blue dragon, but Pyrene's sharp words make her head whip around. "N-n-o-o, ma'am... It's m-my-y M-m-other-r's dragon.. Meirinath." Big green eyes glisten suspiciously as the shy 'brat gazes fearfully up at the nanny.

Siannen awwwws. "You can't blame her for that, can you? It's a purdy dragon, anyway...."

Pyrene blinks at Hannah in a daze, slowly dropping to a dustcovered beanbag. REvelations like this are a little much at the end of a trying day. "Why didn't you ever tell me that your mother rode blue?" she grumbles faintly, vaguely aware that she might have said somethings she shouldn't in Hannah's presence. "Well, alright. It can stay up there, but don't do any more blues, please!" It's been a trying day, Hannah's lucky Pyrene managed to be that reasonable.

Gone is the semblance of her coming out of her shell as Hannah visibly retreats. "I-I-I'm s-s-sorry.." she stutters, tripping over her own tongue. "I can't talk about Momma.." One gossamer tear slips over her porcelain'd cheek as her gaze falls to the floor. Nodding faintly at Pyrene's allowance of the picture, she thanks her so softly it's almost inaudible. "Thank you."

Siannen sighs as Eneryp manages to find a little girl with enticing pigtails, who's even willing to share. "I'm Eneryp..." gets mumbled around the end of one fairly longish braid, while the freckled girl just giggles, her other 'tail firmly between her teeth.

Pyrene looks embarrassed. "No Hannah, it's alright... I mean, if you don't want to talk about your mother, that's fine, but you /can/... Er." Oh help, crying brat. The usual solution of a sweetstick is helplessly proffered as she babbles on, "Meirinath? That's a lovely name..."

Hannah never sobs, but instead, the tears slip soundlessly down her cheeks, which somehow makes it seem worse. The quiet girl eyes the sweetstick offering and ponders if the Nanny's gonna retract if she reaches out for it. Delicate, overly thin pale hand reaches tentatively out, as if she expects Pyrene to take it away. Wide, luminescent green ups move up to gaze at Pyrene with intesity. "I can have it?" Voice is whisper soft, but sopranic in pitch.

"An' I'm Nenat...." gets mumbled around the other pigtail ant the two move off, hand-in-ha--or should that be braid-in-mouth?

Pyrene nods eagerly at Hannah. She can't stand to see an ungrown brat cry. "Here, take it. I've got plenty of them. you want one sian? You behaved fairly well too." She either missed or forgot the incident with Peia's hair.

Siannen beams, "Thank you Nanrene." Bright child...and hey, Peia was being a bra--wait, they're all brats. Drat.

Hannah smiles sweetly, if shyly. "Thank you, Nanny Pyrene." Taking the sweetstick and putting it in her mouth, and eats it slowly, savoring it. Idly doodling on her forarm with the paintbrush, she finishes her sweetstick. "That was yummy.."

Siannen yawns, slowly getting to her feet. "I'm goning to bed...." Why she announces that is anyone's guess, but she does, so...."Nigh' Nanrene, Hannah..."

Pyrene sighs faintly at the doodle on the forearm but elects not to push it. She flicks a sweetstick to Siannen and then claps her hands. "OK, kids! Either go clean yourselves off or go to bed!" She's not going to push the cleaning when they'll just paint themselves again tomorrow. The children mutter and mumble but by degrees make their way to bed.

Siannen goes home.

Hannah smiles at Siannen, "Night.." is whispered to the other girl. Green orbs swing back to her picture for one last farewell look. Turning back to the Nanny, she asks, rather bravely, "Do we have to go to bed?"

Pyrene shrugs and yawns at Hannah. "Oh, what do I care. I've officially told you to go to bed if anybody asks and don't make too much noise." That's as close to permission as she'll give, and with that she turns for her room and her cot.