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 Ghost, Kelpie, Maeve, Spire, Relee, Nocturno, Pix, Kynance, and Basil.

You see Kali here.

Anely, Derwin, Pyrene, Auri, and Tahara are here.

Obvious exits:

Bowl Kitchens Inner Caverns Crafting Area

Derwin groans, muttering softly under his breath. "Oh...shards...no..."

Siannen bounces in, then skittes to a stop as she sees howmany people are here......Her face brightens, however, as she spots Derwin. "Wynnie!" And off she goes......

Auri squeals. "Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! I want some juice! Juice!" She waves at her approaching friend. "Hiya Sian!"

Tahara grabs a mug and fills it with sweet juice. With cookie in hand she finds a seat. She looks at Auri and smiles, "Hello, nice to meet you Auri. My name is Tahara and this little girl," she nods towards her green flit, "is Basil."

You notice Tahara looking at you. Look out, she might want to lick you.

Tahara

Your gaze is first captured by her crystal blue eyes that dance with a secret laugh, then you are drawn to a small mole that plays on her upper cheek. Her elegant button nose and delicate mouth set a lovely balance with her oval face. A forest of light brown hair streaked with gold and auburn fire tumbles to her narrow waist, always flying loose of all braids, the perfect place for a small green firelizard to hide. Only a petite 5'3, this bud has blossomed into a perky young lady. Most would think she is older except for the openness of her youthful gaze, it hides nothing. As she moves her right hand up to her hair, you notice that the last digit of her pinky is missing, the scar white with age.

Clothed in a simple thick dark berry blue jacket and a cream colored tunic decorated with small blue flowers, both demure and complementary to her form. Her pants are a faded black hide, her boots a contrasting shiny ebony, relatively new.

She is wearing on her right shoulder, a boldy tied knot of the High Reaches Weyr folk tied by inexperienced hands and it seems to tilt to the side.

She is awake and looks alert.

Tahara is 13 Turns, 7 months, and 23 days old.

Auri grins, showing off her single dimple. "Hi Tahara! Wow! Two friends in a day!" She bends down to look at Basil, almost touching noses with the flit. "Hi Basil!"

Tahara grins at Pyrene, "I am not interrupting anything or one, am I?"

Pyrene chews the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing, but shakes her head to Tahara. "I don't think so... We were just getting to know each other here..." Then all of a sudden it got very crowded.

Anely peers at Derwin quietly, he's quiet nasty... she frowns lightly she runs her fingers through her ebon hair, blinking at all the arriving people. Woah... too many... too many... She takes another deep breath and slowly starts to slink away.

Derwin chokes back an answer to Tahara's question. His reading can wait. Now he has to deal with that confounded brat. He casts a rather scared look at Sian.

Siannen giggles, and makes her way towards Derwin, gaining momentum with every step. As she gets closer, she suddenly bounces, and comes in for a landing. She lands solidly, wrapping her small self 'round his chest. "Hiya Wynnie!"

Basil chirps in question, her head tilting to the left. She gently nips the tip of Auri in greeting.

Pyrene sips her juice innocently and settles back to watch. Anely's movement is spotted and she winks at the girl, "Don't go yet, we're just getting warmed up." She so adores watching Siannen and Auri with their 'friends'. Derwin gets a big and not at all sympathetic smile.

Derwin coughs, uncomfortable. The corner of his mouth quivers. What? What? Omigosh! Is that a...a smile? From Derwin?

Auri grabs her juice, her cookie, and takes her favorite spot on Rwin's lap. Ah. Nice and squishy.

Derwin looks rather silly with two brats hanging off of him. He tries to close his book, only to find that he is uncapable of movement in his present position.

Siannen beams at Derwin, catching the smile where she missed all those glares. She clings to Wynn's front, resting her head against his chest.

Anely freezes the instantly she's spotted, her lips move but no words are produced and she smiles weakly, "Just going to get some fresh air..." She says, biting her lip as she starts to move away again.

Auri shouts across the room at Anely from her spot on Derwin's lap. "Don't go! You can have some of my fresh air if you wants..."

Siannen suddenly undergoes an amazing transformation. Her body lengthens and thickens, her posture leans forward and her hands become giant, thick-clawed paws. Fur appears all over her body, and in a few moments, she stands comfortably on all fours, a long yellow tail lashing behind her. Siannen, now a massive lion, pads towards R'sli, eying the human in a distinctly predatory fashion. She licks her lips slowly as she approaches within reach of R'sli. Finally, Siannen stops, looks into R'sli's eyes and emits a long, rolling "Rrrrrrrawwwwrrrrrr" before nuzzling her large, furry head against R'sli's midriff.

Pyrene idly surveys Derwin's present position: two brats and a book. "No, stay Anely... I think Derwin's about to tell us all a bedtime story..." Another big, bright smile.

Anely shakes her head a bit, sending whisps of raven flying about her head in a circular motion. She inches more towards the door, "Um... It's okay... I'll pass..." She says and gives another weak smile.

Tahara nods her head, this is alot a near her age. Something must be wrong, the large groups are almost always way older or younger. "Ahh.., "she answers Pyrene, "I was in the mood for a good cookie and thought I would see if anyone is out and about."

Derwin gives Anely an ironic look. "What? You don't want to hear my bedtime story?"

Sorana arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Derwin looks at Sorana with recognition and a look that seems to say: look at me! Look what they're doing to me!

Anely peers at Derwin quietly and then disappears out the door, her little blouse twirls around as she leaves.

Pyrene motions to the cookie plate, "Well, there are the cookies Tahara,--Sorana, evening!" A mocking glance is sent towards Derwin, "I believe your audience awaits."

Sorana blinks at the seen. She blinks again, giving Derwin a "doing what?" look. She smiles at Pyrene, Siannen and the others. "Hi Pyrene..."

Anely exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Auri pouts. Her friend's gone. Well, at least someone else is here to take her place. She grins at Sorana friendily.

Sorana smiles at Auri. "Hello..." she half-whispers.

Siannen giggles at Sorana from where she is clinging to Wynnie's chest.

Amethyst walks in from the Central Bowl.

Auri waves at Amethyst from her spot on Derwin. "HIIII AMEYYYYY!"

Amethyst smiles at Auri. "Heya Auri, how's it going?"

Siannen winces as Auri hollers, and would wave, but then she'd fall off and crush Auri.

Amethyst glances at Derwin and nods.

Derwin looks about to find someone sympathetics to share his miseries. He looks at Amethyst as she walks in. She'll have to do. He gives her a 'help me' look.

Derwin

Soulful colbalt 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, surpisingly 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.

Carrying:

Derwin's Knapsack

Derwin is 15 Turns, 2 months, and 8 days old.

Amethyst says, "Hi, uhh...I'm Amethyst, nice to meet all of you.."

Pyrene just smiles as yet another person enters, taking another sip of her juice to calm her amusement before looking expectantly at Derwin. He's definitely not getting any help from her...

Amethyst laughs as she notices Derwin's predicament and wonders exactly HOW she can help him.

Siannen giggles as she clings, "Hiya, I'm Sian."

Derwin is the picture of misery. Especially the eyes. Usually melancholy, now they seem even more so (if possible). He's not really a people person, you know.

Amethyst bites her lip in an effort to stop from laughing and beckons to Auri.

Pyrene picks up a fork and taps it on the side of her glass to get people's attention. "Ok, everybody... are we sitting comfortably, then let Derwin begin..." Yes, let him begin indeed.

Amethyst sighs as sees she's making no improvement in getting Auri to walk over to her, so she walks over to Auri.

Amethyst says, "Auri, how about umm...letting poor Derwin here...have his personal space back?"

Derwin looks about hopelessly for an exit. "Err...I'm not...um...I don't know any...um...stories.

Siannen scoots a little higher, resting her head on Derwin's shoulder. Derwin doesn't have personal space.

Auri shakes her head, crossing her arms stubbornly. "Nah-uh! I likes it here! He's squishy!"

Amethyst looks at Derwin and says, "You have an imagination right? make one up."

Derwin gives Amethyst a scalding look. If looks could kill, Amethyst would have died, come back to life, and died again.

Amethyst says, "Hey Sian, Auri, I have an idea...why doesn't DERWIN tell us a story...and you two can act it out for us?"

Tahara tries not to grin at Derwin's obvious discomfort, "I have a suggestion, how about if you start a story and everyone adds on to it?"

Amethyst glares back at Derwin and tries to convey to him that she's TRYING to get these kids off of him.

Auri claps her hands with joy! "Yah! Ok! Tell the story Wyn-Wyn! Tell the story!"

Pyrene decides that she likes amethyst, "It's not that hard Derwin... start with 'once upon a time...'" She nods to Amethyst's suggestion, and just shakes her head at Tahara. don't drag the rest of us into this! She has to tell enough stories!

Derwin recovers from 'Wyn-Wyn' sufficient enough to give up with a long, hard groan. "Aww...alright."

Siannen giggles at Auri's comment, but keeps her mouth shut. Remember what happened last time? She'll just think it this time....I know why it's squishy! "Nope, I'm fine right here." She shoots a look at Auri that says, 'If we move, he runs.'

Auri nods at Siannen with a conspiratory glance. She knows. "G'won Derwin! I'll act it out from here!"

Amethyst ponders for a moment and then says, "If you guys do act it out....umm....any suggestions for a treat?" She glances at Tahara and Pyrene, her eyes begging for help.

Derwin coughs, very, /very/, uncomfortable. "Err...Once upon a time..."

Amethyst stifles a laugh as she goes to get a drink.

Siannen giggles, and scrambles to where she can hold on with her legs, but keep her hands free.

Derwin brushes his hair back from his face nervously. "

Pyrene idly pats her tunic... "I might have a sweetstick or two on me..." Derwin certainly deserves one, and she settles down listening to him and smirking wickedly.

Derwin says, "In a time long, um...yah. long, long ago..."

And in a galaxy far, far away?

Siannen frowns, "How we 'sposed to act out that?"

Tahara leans forward, listening intently.

Derwin racks his memory desperately. "In a /place/ far, far away..."

Amethyst looks at Derwin the human jungle gym as her eyes sparkle with merriment.

Auri stretches her arms wide apart, signifying long and far. She smiles at Sian triumphantly.

Derwin continues in a strained, tight voice, "Um...there was a..." A pleading look is directed at Pyrene.

Siannen nods, and holds out her arms, squeezing tighter with her legs in an effort to not fall off.

Amethyst coughs on her drink at the pitiful attempt of a story.

Tahara says, "Like on the Southern Continent?""

Derwin coughs too, not at his pitiful attempt, but at Siannen's squeezing. He nods at Tahara. "Yes. Except farther. Anyways, there was a little girl who had a friend..."

Sorana falls asleep.

Sorana has disconnected.

Pyrene looks back at the boy relentlessly, "A handsome young lord named Derwin? And two beautiful holders' daughters named Siannen and Auri?"

Auri points at Siannen. Little girl. She's good at this.

Derwin glares at Pyrene. Boy, he's giving out a lot of glares today.

Siannen points to herself and Auri. Little girl with a friend.

Derwin keeps going, gaining momentum. "There was a little girl with a /male/ friend. And her name was uh...Siauri."

Amethyst smiles quietly as she witnesses the scene that's in front of her.

Auri is confused. That name sounds familiar. But where from?

Amethyst after hearing that line coughs on her drink /again/.

Auri's mouth hangs open. Her eyes open wide.

Pyrene ahems, "Now we're getting a little repetitive here, derwin..." Critic.

Amethyst is becoming rather disturbed by Derwin's story.

Pyrene *peeks at Siannen. Did you lose the log?

Marali exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Derwin ignores Pyrene. "She kept telling him to go faster, until he couldn't go any faster. Merwin told her he was tired, so she said, alright you can sit down and rest."

Anely arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Amethyst coughs prompting Derwin to continue his story.

Derwin says, "And so he sat down to rest when along ran came uh....Auriannen. She came and crawled up his shoulders and gave him a *squeeze*. And Merwin, already out of breath..." He pauses dramatically."

Derwin says, "Died....Cuz the two little girls had squeezed him to death!""

Derwin falls asleep.

Derwin has disconnected.

Amethyst blinks in shock.

Damia limps in from the Central Bowl.

Anely 's dark form appears before the doors again, silent as ever. Her sky blue eyes flicker about and her ears perk a bit at the words, not like it scared her or like she even knew what they were talking about, she just stands there...

Damia limps in with a grin to...everyone.

Pyrene applauds loudly, "Oh, bravo!" She chuckles at Anely's reappearance, poor girl and waves cheerfully to Damia. "Come to tell stories then?"

Tahara says, "Umm... that was not the ending I was expecting."

Jasmine walks in from the Central Bowl.

Amethyst looks at the two people and continues to blink in shock.

Amethyst says, "Anyone else wondering if that's going to damage those two when they grow up?"

Siannen eeps as she seems to have done just that........"Derwin? Uhhh, Derwin?" She pokes him then starts up, "Riiiiiiiiiiisssssss!" That's her all 'round distress call, mind you.

Marali walks in from the Central Bowl.

Damia blinks at Siannen, "What's wrong with her?" she asks of the general crowd, an encouraging smile shot at Jasmine.

Amethyst smiles nervously and says, "heh...oh nothing, except that she just heard a really umm...bad story."

Jasmine strides in, just lightly dusted in a white powder and little wet splotches all over, shes slightly taken aback by the loud call.

You notice Anely looking at you. Look out, she might want to lick you.

Derwin has connected.

Derwin wakes up.

Siannen continues to howl as she seems to have killed Derwin, just like in the story. "Riiiiiisss! He's deeeaaaaad! Make Derwin not be dead! Riiiiisss!"

Pyrene grins wryly at Amethyst, "Oh, they're already screwed up for when they get older. They live here after all." Where everybody will do anything for a cookie and the nannies hate children.

Amethyst walks over to Derwin and lightly whacks his arm. "You've permenantly damaged them!!!"

You notice Jasmine looking at you. Look out, she might want to lick you.

Damia says, "Calm down! he's awake!" she calls over Siannen's shouts. She flicks a fingeroot scrap off her stained dress, and takes a citron slice out of her hair. "And who is Ris? Does she mean R'sli?""

Derwin rubs his arm with mournful look. Well Siannen's permenantly damaged his spine. He continues playing dead.

Anely chuckles silently from the distance near the doors, she hasn't a clue what is going on, but it seems slightly entertaining.

Amethyst tries to pick Siannen's off of Derwin and calm the poor kid.

Auri arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Jasmine just watches, picking ooie gooie bits from her hair, she may /haveto/ cut it.

Auri says, "DAMIA!DAMIADAMIADAMIA!""

Tahara shakes her head, "I don't know. I think the story would have been better if Merwin was a giant or something. Then the girls could have given him the gift of love."

Siannen shakes her head, as Derwin seems for all intents and purposes dead. She clings, howling. "Riiiiiiiissss! He's dead...Wynnie's deeeeaaaaddddddddd! Riiiiiiiiiisssssss!!!!!"

Amethyst bonks Derwin on the head, "WAKE UP AND MAKE HER HAPPY!!!"

Damia blinks, then retuns her call, "AURIAURIAURIAURIAURI!" she shouts, after a sideways glance at Derwin and Siannen. She shakes her head, not sure what Siannen's babbling about, but not sure she wants to know. "Come and sit down..." she doesn't even know Jasmine's name! "Uh..."

Derwin doesn't think his plan worked. He sits up, rubbing his head and arm simultaneously. He continues his story. "Um...But that's not the end!"

Pyrene finally takes pity and crosses to Siannen. "OK, dear, calm down. Derwin is alive... I just saw him rub his arm... try tickling him if you dont believe me." She glances thoughtfully at Tahara... looks like they've found the next storyteller of the evening.

Derwin says, "Err....Sauri kept hanging on to him until a magic dragon came along...""

Amethyst calms down a tiny bit and returns to her seat to /try/ and listen to the rest of the story.

Siannen sniffles and stops mid-Ris. "He w wwwwhat? He's not dead?" She ohs as the tale continues.

Derwin shushes Siannen. "Yes. He's dead. Because the naughty little girl squeezed him to death. And so he was dead, and kept clinging onto him, and the Big Magic Dragon came and said in a big voice..."

Marali smiles at Siannen, glad she's somewhat better

Auri walks over to Pyrene for a hug. This story is getting creepy.

Jasmine peers at Damia, with a Raised eyebrow, this place is strange.

Derwin booms in a deep commanding tone, "GET OFF OF MERWIN! STOP CLINGING ON HIM! I WILL TELL YOU HOW TO BRING HIM BACK TO LIFE!"

Siannen starts back up, mid-Ris again. "iiiiiiiisssssss! He's deeaaad!!!!!!!!!"

Damia pats the seat next to her, "Come sit...and...well, don't get too scared..."

Pyrene hugs Auri gently, starting to get a little confused by the story herself. "What colour was the dragon?" she asks, suddenly. You need to check these things.

Auri runs over to the second most comfy place besides Derwin's lap: Damia's skirts.

Marali goes to Siannen and tries to comfort her "Siannen get ahold of yourself!"

Amethyst watches Auri as she runs her obstacle course. She wonders if that kid will ever settle down.

Derwin says quickly "Purple. And so the Magic Dragon said YOU CAN BRING HIM ALIVE WITH THREE THINGS!!!"

Siannen sniffles, and gets scared at the big voice. So she only clings tighter. "Make him stoooooppppp! He's meeean. I don't like big dragons!"

Auri *giggles. PAISLEY POLKA-DOTTED DRAGON!

Damia hugs Auri, gripping her to lift her up onto her lap, "C'mon...listen to the story with me and we'll be scared together."

Derwin says, "FIRST OF ALL, YOU MUST STOP SQUEEZING HIM AND CRYING! IT WILL ONLY MAKE HIM MAD AND MAKE HIM WANT TO STAY DEAD!""

Siannen *just laughed so hard she shot chewed up noodles through her nose!

Auri *ewws. That's icky!

Amethyst *make him want to stay dead? nice...real nice...

Marali laughs at Siannen

Pyrene nods thoughtfully, "Purple's a good colour Siannen. The dragon probably likes cookies too..." She doesn't have any real sympathy for Derwin, but she doesn't want Siannen to strangle him before she's done listenting.

Derwin gives Siannen a meaningful glance. "SECOND OF ALL, YOU MUST PROMISE NEVER, EVER, EVER TO SQUEEZE HIM AGAIN! OTHERWISE, HE'LL DROP DEAD!"

Amethyst mutters, "As if he's not /already/ dead."

Derwin glares at Amethyst, yes, another glare. "AND LASTLY, IF YOU DO ALL THESE THINGS, YOU MUST DO THIS ONE LAST, VERY IMPORTANT THING AND HE WILL COME BACK TO LIFE!"

Siannen stops squeezing, but continues to cling. "Does he have paisley polka dots? If he does, it's Dotteth. And Dotteth is much nicer. I don't like this story. Stop it rightnowthisinstant!"

Derwin says, "...BRING HIM A CUP OF KLAH AND A COOKIE! THEN, MERWIN WILL COME ALIVE!!!""

Auri clings to Damia, squeaking hopefully, "Will it work Damia? Will it? Will it really?"

Damia's eyes widen and she plays along, staring meaningfully at siannen, "Hurry.." she says. She glances down at Auri, "Of course it will work, but only if you do it NOW...."

Amethyst thinks this story is the worst one she's ever heard in her life.

Marali agrees with Amethyst

Siannen nominated Auri for cookie and juice getting duty. She still hasn't gotten an answer. "Was it Dotteth? Did the dragon have paisley polka dots?"

Derwin sighs at the critical looks he's getting. He warned them. "So Sauri and Auriannen stopped clinging to Merwin, (yesyes, paisley polka-dotted) and promised they'd never ever again squeeze him, and gave him a cup of klah and a cookie and...."

Pyrene nods towards the cookie plate. "There are cookies in there Siannen, and klah in the pot." She glances around the room, "Anybody else want refreshment while they're getting them?"

Damia hops up, "Oh dear...I didn't even ask..."

Amethyst smiles and motions with her hand. She wants some!

Derwin hits his aged book, sending up a cloud of dust. "*POOF*! Merwin came back to life! And he was very nice, and Siauri and Auriannen never were naughty and squeezed him again and they all lived happily ever after with um...Dotteth in a land filled with er,.." He refers back to his childhood. " cookies and sweetsticks."

Amethyst moves to help with the distribution of refreshments.

Derwin takes a deep breath. Finally. No more story and some nice, hot Klah. "The End."

Marali says, " is anyone else glad that story ended?"

Amethyst glares at Derwin as she walks past him.

Siannen hmpfs. "Well I didn't like the story. Dotteth is much nicer...." She leans back to shake her finger at his nose, "And S'pot would never let him be that mean to little girls. I only like the very, very, very, end. You're sometimes not a nice person, did you know that?"

Anely raises her hand silently... and chuckles a bit.

Amethyst calls, "Me!!"

Auri oofs as she slides off Damia's lap, hitting the ground with a thump. Then, she surprises everyone by not breaking out into tears. She still sits, looking at Derwin with widespread eyes.

Pyrene applauds dutifully and passes sweetsticks to Siannen and Auri to keep them quiet. Derwin gets one too for similar reasons. "Anybody else want one?"

Damia shakes her head, "I've had enough food for one day..." she glances at Jasmine.

Jasmine falls asleep.

Jasmine has disconnected.

Derwin glances at Siannen and Auri meaningfully. "Ahem."

Damia * Well then...

Derwin *votes nobody nominate Derwin for storytelling EVER again.

Siannen nods, she's very glad. "Oooh, nummy!" And she slides down into Derwin's lap. (Oooh, squishy) She munches happily on the sweetstick, and gestures for Wynnie to do the same.

Amethyst *now we all know what Derwin's horrible weakness is.

Auri sits with the sweetstick in her lap, still staring at Derwin with jaw agape.

Tahara looks at Derwin, noting the book in his lap. "Umm, haven't you ever read any good books?"

Derwin retreats to the familiar darkness/quietness of his corner.

Derwin goes home.

Pyrene decides to skip out while the children are distracted.

Pyrene goes home.

Auri stares at the corner where Derwin was, sitting perfectly still, and without blinking.

Amethyst has connected.

Amethyst wakes up.

Tahara shakes her head, "Well, now I know what everyone else is up to. I guess I should be going now." She starts for the door, her flit hiding in her hair.

Tahara calls to Basil, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

The housekeeper arrives to cart Jasmine off to bed.

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

Siannen goes *oof* as she slides to land on her bum. SHe looks about for Auri, then starts up with "Deeeerrrrwwwinnnn! You Killed Auriiiiiii!!!! RIIIIIISSSSSS! Make Auri better!!!!!!"

Auri sits, not even moving as the housekeeper wonders whether or not to cart her off.

Amethyst has connected.

Amethyst wakes up.

Kali trots in, and, noting Auri on the floor and at a comfortable petting level, goes right over to her, rubbing against her hand and purring.

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

Marali says, "Siannen's been set off again... my ears aren't going to be able to bear it!!"

Auri doesn't even budge at Kali's attempts. Still she sits, staring off into space in the general direction of Derwin's corner.

Auri *takes a bow. I /am/ the queen of tantrums. And Marali, if you think Sian's bad...

Siannen *patpats, welcome to the club. THough usually it's Auri who does this......

Amethyst walks over to Auri and takes her sweet stick. "Hey Auri, if you don't snap outta it, I'll have this." She smiles wickedly at the idea.

Her attempts failing miserably, Kali hops into the girls lap, putting her front paws up on Auri's chest and staring into her eyes. She cocks her head and meows?

Siannen continues to howl, as nothing seems to be happening. "RRRRRIIIIIIIIISSSSSSS! Auri's DEEEEEEAAAADDDD! Make her better! RIIIIIIIISSSS!!!!"

Auri keeps staring, her eyes boring through Kali's head. The sweetstick falls out of her lap and cracks. She makes no move.

Amethyst sighs and pokes Auri with the sweet stick. "Are you sure you don't want it? I'm sure it's delicious!"

Marali smiles, " if she doesn't want it, i'll take it! "

Kali blinks unsheathing her front paw's claws. Unconsiously she digs at the front of the girls shouder, /very/ peeved at being ignored.

Auri falls over at Amethyst's poke, stiff as a board and locked in a sitting position, still staring at the corner.

Amethyst comes back with Klah and a cookie, picks Auri up and places her in sitting position. She waves the food in front of the little girl and hopes for a reaction.

Damia *hehs....help...I'm going to have to save her now..THANKS. heehe, it's nice.

As the girl tips, Kali is thrown off. Landing on her feet like any self-respecting feline, she hisses. Now she's mad. She crouches, ready to pounce on Auri. she doesn't care where, just somewhere.

Auri stares into the klah and cookie from on her side. She still lies still, not even flinching at Kali's emminent attack.

Siannen howls with new intensity as Auri falls over, seeming to kill Kali too. "RIIIIIIIISSSSS!!!! AAAUUUURRIIII!!!"

Amethyst looks at Kali a bit scared.

Damia covers her ears and shuts her eyes, in doing so, she doesn't notice Kali. She hunches down against Siannen's screaming. Great...more yelling. Lovely.

Amethyst steps away for a moment to scrawl out a message to someone.

You say, "They're DEEEEAAAAADDDD! RIIIIIIIISSSS, THEY'RE DEEEAADD!""

Marali looks at Siannen wondering what could make her feel better...

Kali pounces! Without waiting. Her front paws reach out to claw at Auri's head, back come around for her back. This feline means BUSINESS.

Siannen is still at it, "Riiiiiiiissssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Marali waves bye to everyone " I have to go now, once I get out of this hug"

T'lendel strides easily in from the Central Bowl.

Amethyst returns, sending a firelizard off to deliver the message.

Amethyst steps away for a moment to scrawl out a message to someone.

Anely visibly cringes and covers her ears... ouch... that kid's got one hecka a voice!

Siannen keeps up her wailing, "RRIIIIISSS, Auri's DEEEEAAADDDD!!! Make her not deeeeeeeeaaaadddd! RRRRRRIIIIIIISSS!!!!"

T'lendel rubs his eyes as he enters the caverns, shaking his head quickly at a drudge and opting to get his own mug of klah. But hardly two steps are taken before bronzerider pauses, gaze sweeping across the room. R'sli? Dead people? Uh-oh...

Auri stays on the floor, in a sitting position ...but on her side, stiff as stiff can be, her eyes staring off into oblivion.

Amethyst returns, sending a firelizard off to deliver the message.

Amethyst falls asleep.

Amethyst has disconnected.

Siannen pauses, but only for breath. She continues to wail as she points at Auri from her spot on the floor. "RIIIIIS, fiiiiix heeeeerrrrrrr! RRRRIIIIIIISSSSSSSS!!!!!"

T'lendel

A tall young man, Tylendel looks to stand right around six feet. His hair is a short, shiny mixture of light brown and blond and somewhat curly. Straight, white teeth are revealed by his wide smile, and merry eyes normally dance with humor, sparkling a pale green-blue with the warmth of the sea. His body is trim on the side of skinny -- judging by his height and weight, he was probably a fairly lanky adolescent, but now he fits his form quite appealingly. Lightly tanned skin hides his muscles, but his lengthy strides and easy movements show them to be well-developed.

Dark sisal wraps loosely around lean torso and trails down to elegantly buttoned cuffs at his wrists. The charcoal shirt is tucked in, loosely, to a pair of black trous that fit with a roomy maneuverability which accentuates the inherent grace and strength of the man beneath. The shoes are simple gray boots of a softened wher hide.

A single loop, woven in blue and black, rests atop one shoulder. A ribbon of bronze is proudly woven in with the double-twisted cord to signify the bronzerider's position at High Reaches Weyr.

He is awake and looks alert.

Carrying:

T'lendel's thoughts

T'lendel is 21 Turns, 8 months, and 10 days old.

Auri stares.

T'lendel moves swiftly towards the small crowd, ducking down quickly to try and catch Siannen's eye, "Hey, hey, calm down... Everything's going to be all right." Looking away from the girl, he asks whomever will answer, "What's going on here?"

Damia looks upat T'lendel comes in, "Watch out...and please please please save us...please..."

Anely stares at T'lendel through clueless icy blue eyes. She shakes her pale head, she doesn't know...

Siannen hiccups, but continues, pointing at Auri. "She's deeeeeeaaaaadd! *hic* Derwin kiiiillleeeeddd heeeer. RIIIIIIIISSSSSS!" *hic*

Auri lies in her trance.

Kali lands on the girl, digging her claws into her. Hey, she didn't do anything...well that kinda defeats the purpose... She hops off, trotting over to T'lendel. A petter. she weaves in and out of his legs.

The housekeeper arrives to cart Amethyst off to bed.

Yolk blinks in from ::between::!

Damia looks up as a flit pops in. She groans as she notes Yolk, "Not you again..." she groans.

Derwin arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Yolk bugles and swoops wildly, eyes whirling. Super Yolk to the rescue! He dashes in, and chitters at Siannen, then Auri.

Derwin looks around at the confusion. "Wh...what?"

Damia says, "Good job...look what you've done?" she motions to the two..."Auri sitting like she's frozen and Siannen bawling about it."

Tirone arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Anely slowly inches back to the chair she had originally occupied before she left. She seats herself in it quietly and watches, she hasn't a clue what's wrong with the girl, so she just stays quiet, just like always and watches through her pale icy eyes of blue.

Siannen waves absently at Yolk, continuing to howl. "RRRRRIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSS! Auri's DDEEEEEAAADDDD! Fix her! Make her not DDDDEEEEEEAAADDDDDD! RRRRRRIIIIIIIISSSS!"

T'lendel glances down, distracted, at Kali, then shakes his head and leans forward, murmuring softly toSiannen, "Now, now, I doubt that very much. Let's just have a look and see, okay?" He reaches out with one hand, fingers deftly feeling for a pulse. Wide smile soon follows, as the bronzerider draws back, "She seems just fine to me..." His hand goes to the girl's forehead, eyes on hers, as he continues, "Perhaps in shock."

Auri's eyes stare blankly at T'lendel.

Ignored again! Poor ol' Kali. Ah, but a new vict- ah petter. She trots over to Derwin, weaving in and out of his legs, purring and meowing on and off.

Derwin walks over to his corner. He can /not/ stand felines. Always plotting against him those things. Finally, nobody's noticing him. He sits down with relief and begins reading.

T'lendel shakes his head, this not being an area about which he really knows much of anything, and turns to stare at Siannen for a moment before quietly, deliberately stating, "R'sli is not here at the moment, dear. And she's very definitely not dead." He holds out one hand, inviting the girl closer, "Come on now, take a look yourself."

Damia sighs and gets up, limping over to crouch in front of Auri. It is then that she notices the puncture marks of Kali's claws. She gasps, "Oh no!" she cries reaching out to pick the child up, "We need to get you cleaned up."

Auri stays in her stiff-as-a-board position, even in Damia's arms. Her eyes stay focused in the air in front of her.

Derwin sneezes. Feline fur.

Siannen shakes her head, shock's as good as dead. "She's not dead? RIIIIIIIIISSSSS, he BROKE her! Fix her! RIIIIIIIS Derwin BROKE her!" She reaches out blindly for comfort, and the first perso she comes to is T'lendel. She holds out her arms, sniffling, hiccupping, and howling still.

Auri's eyes dart, quick as an arrow to Derwin. Her eyes stay focused on him.

Anely 's gaze catches Derwin in sight and she slowly rises and makes her way towards him, she's curious, and with her, her curiousity has to be satisified or else her mind will drive her insane with unanswered questions.

Derwin looks back, unnerved by Auri's stare. And he's not unnerved by a lot. "What's wrong with her?"

Damia mmfs as Auri was heavier then she expected. She puts her over her shoulder walking back to the bench. "That's gotta hurt sweetie, doesn't it?" she asks, as she sits, holding her in her lap. She looks up at Derwin, "She's...frozen. Thanks to you mister..." she says, eyes flashing, though a grin tugs at the corners of her mouth, though ti fades as she finds the full extend of the injuries Kali infliced onto the girl.

Auri turns her head to look at Derwin at the sound of his voice. The eyes ,unblinking, stare at him.

T'lendel scoops Siannen up closer, giving her a quick hug before turning her around in his arms and nodding towards Auri, "Look, she's even looking at that boy now." He frowns, then, at Damia's words, gaze flicking to Derwin, "Just what did you do?" His voice is calm, gentle, not accusing so much as requesting the truth.

Derwin's face holds concern, probably for the first time in his life. "Me? What did I do?" He walks up to Auri, waving a hand in front of her face. "Hello? Auri?"

Siannen manages to hear Derwin through a pause in her howling, and changes it to "You BROKE HER!!" befor settling herself against Ty, turning herself back aroung to cling to him.

Derwin hangs his head, eyes beneath his shaggy dark hair double-timing the misery.

Marali falls asleep.

Marali has disconnected.

Anely 's face falls in concern and she slinks back to her chair, oh well... so much for that plan... She sits down and crosses her legs, placing her hands over her knees quietly.

Auri 's arm suddenly flies up to grab Derwin's large hand. A blink. And then...."WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Damia winces, glaring at Derwin, "Lovely." she mutters standing up with an mmf. She holds her out to derwin, "Take her for a moment."

Derwin almost flies back at the sudden animal cry. He looks at Damia as if joining in Siannen's plea to 'fix her'.

Damia shakes her head, "She's probobly hurt...lemme go get some numbweed and bandages...if you'll take her." She says it as if...he'd better or else...

T'lendel pats Siannen's back a little awkwardly, then changes to stroking her hair, offering a low, soothing sound as he watches the others silently. And then, movement! He leans forward in reaction, one hand lightly touching Auri's where she's grabbed Derwin. "Shh...sh... it'll be okay."

Auri screams at the top of her little lungs (lungs like bellows, mind you) at Derwin, slapping his face constantly.

Finally, bronzerider turns to Damia again, "Will you please tell me just what is going on here?" At the same time, he sets Siannen carefully down and moves as if to step between Auri and Derwin, frowning all the while.

Derwin takes Auri, wincing at the sharp blows, but doing nothing, eyes now triple-timing pure melancholy and guilt.

Siannen hears Auri, and begins sobbing, "Auuuuuuuuurrrrrrriiiiiiiii!" That's her best friend there, and she's hurt. She follows T'lendel, sobbing mournfully.

Auri hyperventilates, punctuating each word with a blow to Derwin's face. "He *slap* told *slap* a *slap* scary *slap* story!!!! *hiccup*!"

Damia says, "Just a moment," she assures T'lendel, "Get some bandages and numbweed"

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

The housekeeper arrives to cart Marali off to bed.

Damia arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Derwin begins talking to himself, as lonely people often do in times of crisis. "It's all my fault. If I hadn't told her that story...All my fault. Should've let her squeeze, Stupid, stupid, stupid...."

Damia rushes back in with a large jar of numbweed and a roll of bandages. "Alright, basically Derwin..." she glares at Derwin, "Told a scary story and scared them both out of their wits and now you can see what's happened...and for a while there auri was just sittin like she was frozen at which point Kali pounced on her, giving her those-" she breaks off and cries, "Oh!" as she notes the bleeding on the girl's back. She hurries over, slathering numbweed on her back and shoulders. "That's about the gist of it...

Pix starts his siren squawking at his humanpet's distress, alerting all around about the disaster.

Amethyst walks in from the Central Bowl.

Siannen changes her cry to, oh, even she doesn't know anymore. "Aur*hic*iiiiiii......*hic* Riiiiiis? *hic* Derwin, fiiiiiiiiiix her!" She reaches for Ty again, ready to cling.

Amethyst gawks. What's going on here?

T'lendel coughs, suddenly, eyes looking quite ... amused ... for an instant. And then he's reaching out for Auri, grabbing her hands with as much gentleness as force, "There, there.... It'll be okay... I'm sure that whatever he told you was entirely made up, and nothing at all to worry about." He grins, "And besides, I, for one, know of a great big bronze dragon, sitting just outside the caverns, who'd gladly vanquish any sort of evil members of this story." He reaches back for Siannen, herding the girl closer again.

Derwin doesn't look up at Siannen, as he continues his self-bashing. "Stupid, no excuse, totally pathetic story, shouldn't have tried, should probably kill myself, stupid, useless me. Can't even be nice to a little girl, just stupid..."

Auri says, "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! "

Yolk for once joins Pix, instead of mocking him, his eyes whirling. He hisses, Fix that child. Both of them! The noise, oh, the noise!

Amethyst is /really/ confused. "What's going on in here?" Derwin bashing himself on the head? What a miracle.

Tirone starts wailing at the sound around her. STOP!STOP!STOP!

Amethyst walks over to Auri. "Auri, hon, calm down...stop crying...stop. C'mon.."

Anely listens to Derwin's ravings quietly, no one pays attention to the young woman, why bother saying anything. She quietly runs her fingers through her ebon hair and places back upon her knee.

Derwin falls asleep.

Derwin has disconnected.

Auri sobs, quieting down. Finally, the tears stop. She looks down at Derwin. "He dead?"

Amethyst looks at Derwin. "No, I think he just over exerted himself with the self-bashing."

Damia shakes her head quickly, "No...he's not dead. He's fine. LIke you...now."

Siannen sniffles, and clings to Ty's leg for a moment, then starts up with "He's deeeeeeeeaaaad again! Auri kiiiiiilllled hiimmmmm!"

Damia groans, "Here we go again," she mutters to herself.

Auri takes up her crying again. "I KILLED HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM!"

Auri runs off to her room, sobbing all the while. "I KILLED HIM I KILLED HIM I KILLED HIM I KILLED HIM!"

T'lendel shakes his head quickly at Derwin, then at Auri, "No, sweetie, he's not dead." He repeats the words to Siannen, then sighs, stifling a chuckle, "No, honey, he's all right."

Auri will not be comforted. She's going to cry herself to sleep. Good luck at slumber tonight, folks.

Auri calls to Tirone, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

Auri calls to Pix, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

Auri goes home.

Amethyst tries to comfort Auri as she flinches at the noise.

Damia takes a deep breath, trying to keep her patience in check. She puts on a smile, then crouches down to Siannen's level and she says, "No hun, Auri didn't kill him, he's just resting his eyes."

Siannen sobs along with Auri, climbing up T'lendel's leg.

Amethyst is ready to pound Derwin for causing this entire problem.

Damia sighs, deciding to let T'lendel deal with it...she's too tired, plus she has to take a bath...majorly...she reeks. Citron and fingeroot and flour and raisins? Sitting around for a while. Eww. "Well, have fun, I'm off to the baths so you don't have to smell me anymore."

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

T'lendel winks at Damia, then pulls Siannen up into another hug, "See? It's all right. I think Auri just needs to get some sleep; that's all." It has, apparently, been a long evening.

The housekeeper arrives to cart Derwin off to bed.

Amethyst walks over to T'lendel and smiles. "Hi, I'm Amethyst."

Siannen wraps her legs around T'lendel's waist, and her arms around his neck. She sniffles into his shoulder, holding on tight.

T'lendel turns to give Amethyst his full regard, blueish green eyes warm, "I'm T'lendel. Well met, Amethyst." He leans his head against Siannen's briefly, then asks, "Is that a common name, Amethyst? It's quite lovely."

Amethyst smiles. "Thank you. I don't think it's very common, I was named for my eyes."

Siannen snuggles her head against Ty's, and sighs, sniffling only a little bit now.

Amethyst looks at Siannen and laughs a little. "Hey Kiddo, cheer up okie?"

Amethyst says, "It stinks to see you so sad."

T'lendel grins, "Ah, but of course." Bronzerider then looks back to the girl in his arms, stroking her hair back and spacing her apart from him a little to ask, "Are you feeling better now? Not so scared for your friends?"

Siannen nods, and stops sniffling, "Ye..*hic*..s. I'm *hic* ok*hic*ay." Except for that. *hic*

T'lendel pats Sian's back gently, "Shh... you'll make it worse by talking. Did you know that it sometimes helps to hold your breath? And then all those little 'hics' will go away....

Amethyst laughs. "Has she tried to drink some water? That always helps me."

Siannen nods, and holds her breath.................................

T'lendel nods at Amethyst, then pokes Siannen in the belly, "There now. Don't forget to breathe again!"

Anely watches quietly from her chair, she yawns slight, bordom over coming her.

Amethyst smiles. "T'lendel do u know why this poor thing is crying/hiccuping?"

Siannen begins to turn various shades of blue, then oofs as she's poked, letting out her breath with a whoosh. She waits........"They're gone!" And with that she wraps her arms around the bronzerider's neck.

T'lendel beams, hugging right back, "See? I told you they'd go away." He lifts one eyebrow in Amethyst's direction, shrugging as his his usual habit, "I'm not quite sure. It seems several of the children have gone through quite a scare tonight, starting with one boy's story..." But that little yawn caught his attention, and he then turns to Anely, smiling, "Oh, hullo there. And how are you feeling now?"

Amethyst nods. Derwin's gonna regret that story.

Anely 's brow arches slightly and she blinks a bit, is someone actually talking to her. Her pale rose lips move, "Feeling Sir?" She inquires, not sure she gave the vibes of ever feeling bad, or anything else for that matter.

Amethyst 's curiosity slightly roused looks at Anely.

T'lendel tilts his head to the side, frown once more turning his lips as he rummages through memories of the earlier chaos, "You weren't at all disturbed by the story, or the girl's shock?" He's looking more and more confused, "Or, were you even here for that?" Yes, definitely confused.

Siannen ignores the rest of the world, safe and secure in Ty's arms.

Anely shakes her head slowly, recalling what happened through her eyes, "I left before he started telling the story and returned just in time to recieve all the chaos I'm afraid..." She says and closes her eyes a bit, "But it didn't bother me, my family was much worse..." She states and brushes away one of her stray ebon whisps of hair.

T'lendel nods, feeling reassured. He /did/ see her in the mess. "Well, that's family for you." With a quirk of a grin, he pats Sian's hair one last time and asks, "Did I get all of your names?" His attempt at manners.

Siannen whispers in Ty's ear, resisting the urge to lick it. "I'm Siannen......."

Amethyst *lick it?

Amethyst glances back and smiles, "Amethyst."

Siannen *Yup, lick. I'm the scarey licker girl.

Amethyst *oh...

Anely 's legs uncross and then cross again, this time a different leg is under the other. Quietly she lays her hands back upon her knees. She isn't sure if she was suposted to answer that question, so why look stupid trying to...

Amethyst turns toward Anely. "I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Amethyst, and your name is?" She smiles.

Siannen continues to whisper to T'lendel, "Can I go home with you tonight? I'm scared of going to sleep by myself."

T'lendel grins at Amethyst, seems oblivious to Siannen's urge, and whispers back, "That's quite lovely, too." And, so much for being round-about. He turns to Anely, "I ... don't believe I caught yours, though? I'm T'lendel."

Anely 's twin optics of crystal blue fall upon Amethyst's form a hand extends itself, as pale alabaster at the snow on the peaks of any mountain. "I'm Anely..." She says softly, a very thin and small smile curls her pale lips.

Amethyst takes her hand and gives it a shake. "That's a cool name." Amethyst is all smiles today.

T'lendel glances in surprise at Siannen, "Why...if you're that afraid." He grins, accepting this idea as easily as any other, "And, if you like, I'll tell Cairhoth to be extra alert tonight, just so you know you're safe."

Siannen nods, whispering, "Thank you." She thinks of one last thing, not that it matters right now. "Wha' kind of dragon is Cairhoth?"

T'lendel looks surprised, "Why, a bronze dragon. And a kind dragon, and one who just adores children." He chuckles. More like children's attention, but that he'll leave unsaid. Anely gets a sudden smile, "Well met, Anely." a bit belated, but...

Siannen ohs, her eyes wide. But tonight, that's just all the more dragon to protect her. "Are you sure he'll like me?"

Anely 's head nods slowly and she brushes back another whisp of hair, will that raven beast never leave it's unrelenting fingers from her face! She sighs slightly and looks about. The first night in a new place and she's homesick... how... utterly horrid...

Aife comes down from the workrooms above.

Amethyst smiles and then realizes the time. "Sorry to cut this short, but I've got to get going. It was nice meeting you two." She nods in acknowledgement of Anely and T'lendel. "Hopefully we'll meet again."

T'lendel grins at Amethyst, "I do hope so."

Siannen peers at the new arrival from her spot in Ty's arms, blinking slowly.

Amethyst waves at Siannen. "Seeya later kiddo!"

Gathaz walks swiftly and shyly in from the Central Bowl.

Amethyst smiles one last time at T'lendel and then leaves.

Siannen wavies, "Bubye...."

Bleary-eyed and sleepy, Aife wanders into the cavern, bony fists rubbing at her eyes. "Night all...or whatever it is..." Good thing about this weyr, there's always /somebody/ who can't sleep.

Aife

This diminunitive young woman's tangled curls are the colour of bright copper, falling past her hips; braided in with strings of beads, flowers, feathers, bits of coloured string, small dangling charms of metal and glass, even a bone-and-leather clasp that attempts, and fails, to keep part of the unruly mess in a tail away from her face. Large smokey grey eyes blend with her voice--a dusky alto accented with a rich brogue. Fragile and delicate, her tiny body seems about to break, but a longer look reveals a strength there, well-hidden in a thin, frail form that stands barely over four and a half feet tall. She looks wild, still not completely at home among the more elegant Hold folk, despite Turns now among them. A dark red scar runs across the length of her left palm. Her smiles, more frequent than once they were, reflect the new contentment her life has found, and her eyes, peaceful, haunted, or cloudy by turns, express or hide the thoughts and emotions behind them.

A skin-tight olive green shirt fits her frail figure like dragonhide, hugging slight curves and barely keeping her ribs from showing. The V of the neckline and the edges of the long sleeves are trimmed in embroidered tendrils of rusted gold. A pair of baggy, dark-brown trousers is belted around her hips with a scavenged cord, so long that the toes of her soft black slippers are barely visible from beneath them. Green and gold catches your eye, bringing out the spun flame of her hair before drawing your attention to the jeweled pin nestled within. Perched on Aife's left shoulder, with his head buried in her hair and his tail round her neck, is blue Adonis. Balanced gracefully on Aife's right shoulder is sun-brown Puck. Light green Siren wraps her long tail around Aife's waist to peer out around her.

Harper blue twines with the blue and black of High Reaches Weyr and a Journeyman's gold, one braided loop over a bony shoulder.

She is awake and looks alert.

Aife is 28 Turns, 1 month, and 5 days old.

Amethyst falls asleep.

Amethyst has disconnected.

T'lendel doesn't notice Aife as he nods quickly, "Oh, certainly, Siannen. He's sure to like you. After all, I like you. And my friends are Cairhoth's friends." It's that simple. Now, he notices Aife, and grins her way, "Night it is, Aife. Or, I think so anyway."

Siannen reaches out a hand towards Aife's hair, her head coming up. "I like your hair......It's like mine, but not. And it's very pretty."

You notice Aife looking at you. Look out, she might want to lick you.

Gathaz walks in slowly smiling faintly when she fianlly gets there without getting lost. She glances towards the crowd and stays towards the wall, staying in the shadow's sheild of the unknown as she listens to the conversation with mild interest.

You notice Gathaz looking at you. Look out, she might want to lick you.

Gathaz

Gathaz's best feature is probably her hair as it is long and a copper color. Long copper hair falls straightly to her lower back like an odd waterfall and shines brillently with care. Though her hair isn't a copper color. It has other colors mixed in gray and white also. Her eyes are of a deep brown color like the rich bark of a tree and are known to change to black when Gathaz's mood isn't a good one. Framing those eyes are thin and long eyelashes that are light, but currently colored black. Perched above two thin red lips is a rather large nose that tilts charmingly down. Her round face is a pale ivory color that goes with her hair nicely.

A long black flowing cloak is tied around her full figured body so it isnm't possible to see the clothes under it. A silver cpasp hold the cloak around her loosely. An oversized hood falls against her back and because of the cloak's thick material so it rarly moves from the spot of it's heaviness. The cloak stops just above her ankles so it is possible to see her undyed wher-hide boots that look unlaced. Perched haughtily upon Gathaz's shoulder is Haplo.

She is awake and looks alert.

Carrying:

Belt Knife <sheathed> Haplo

Gathaz is 20 Turns and 12 days old.

"Night. Aye, of course." Aife tries to force her mellow alto into something that sounds less weary than it is, to bring a smile to her face at Siannen's greeting. "Thank you...yours is much prettier though. The colour's lovely." She sinks into a chair, sleepy firelizards clinging in their own half-daze. "What's got everybody out here t'night, anyway..?"

The housekeeper arrives to cart Amethyst off to bed.

T'lendel chuckles softly, looking over at Aife with a half-grin, "You can't really wish to know, Aife. Not even a meddling harper such as yourself." The words are given lightly, to show he's but teasing.

Siannen looks at Aife, her eyes wide. "Dewin tol' a story, a scarey one. He brok Auri, then she killed him, but he came back, and she ran away, an' I can't sleep, but Ty says Cairhoth will keep me safe tonight."

T'lendel grins down at Siannen, looking quite taken by the girl. He winks at Aife, "See? I tried to warn you..."

Gathaz yanks on Haplo's tail, causing him to trumpet in protest and leap to the air.

Aife wrinkles her nose at T'lendel teasingly. "Of course I want to know, I want to know everything." Siannen gets a knowing nod as the tiny Harper sprawls in her chair. "Ach, scary stories bring bad dreams. I know that well enough."

Anely watches the going ons about her silently, slowly she lets her prim mien to fade away and she slides down in the chair. She moves slightly, rustling her clothing a bit in the process, but other then that she's noiseless.

Gathaz isn't very interested in the coverstaion as she moves to a lighter shadow. She pulls a worn book from her rucksack and begins to read in the dim shadows light quickly forgetting her surrounding and into the mysterious plot of the book.

Siannen is just as taken with Ty as he is with her. She nods to the harper, "I don't wanna have bad dreams." She turns her face up to Ty's, "Will you ask Cairhoth to eat all the bad dreams, and not let them get me?"

T'lendel nods, completely serious, "That I will, indeed." He glances at Aife, "Cairhoth's good at banishing bad dreams..."

Siannen sighs and settles back against him, content.

Aife chuckles lightly. "That's just what I was about to say. You'll be fine with him watching over you--he's eaten bad dreams one or two times for the rest of us before, ne T'lendel?" Still sleepy, thoughtful, her words seem a bit detached from her brain. Such is the late night and lack of sleep.

T'lendel bows his head in acknowledgement, rather than replying. After a moment, he lightly continues, "So you see, Siannen, you have nothing to be afraid of." Nothing at all.

Siannen nods, and tries not to yawn. "Oh good. I'm glad Cairhoth's a nice dragon. I don't usually like big dragons......but he's okay because he's gunna pr'tect me, right?" She's rambling a bit now, trying to stay awake.

Gathaz's eyes race across the hide page with faded ink as she comes to a part the she knows she must stop at. Keeping her place with a shining ribbon the seems to reflect the darkness and acknowledge light. She tucks the book safely away in her rucksack and slowly comes out from the shadow's protectivness and greets the corwd with her soft voice that is almost inaudible, "Hello there." she stands awaiting to be acknowledged.

Aife takes a drink from a small clay bottle that seems to have mysteriously appeared next to her on the table. It's a special Harper trick. "Where'd you pick up a friend, T'lendel?" she asks, softly enough to not grate on the ears of anyone about to fall asleep. Another greeting, an unfamiliar one, catches her attention and rates Gathaz another nod. "H'lo."

Siannen mumbles to Gathaz, "M'Sian......h'llooooo....."

Siannen begins to drift off to sleep, clutching at T'lendel's shirt as she does. She smiles softly, then frowns, chewing on her lip.

Gathaz nods to Sian, "Wle met. I'm Gathaz." a little too late and she sits off to a far corner.

Siannen whimpers in her sleep, twitching. She squirms, letting go of the rider's shirt, but only to wrap her arms round his neck.

Aife slips out of her chair, padding over to T'lendel and Siannen. "Wake up, kidlet," she murmurs, touching the girl's hair.

Siannen wakes up with a gasp, her eyes wide. "A...Aife?" She quivers, trying to get a hold of herself.

Aife's fingers brush across Siannen's hair and drop to her side. "Aye, it's all right... You were starting to dream, I think." She drops to her knees on the floor next to rider and child, the light jangle of gitar strings protesting the movement.

Gathaz watches them quietly from the table she is at with more interst than before. She reaches into her sack and pulls out hide and a writing utencil and being to write on this scrap of hide quickly as if she has a limit of time.

Siannen nods, "I' was Dotteth, but he was mean. Just like in the story. He was scaring me!"

Stormcloud eyes dart toward Gathaz, but Aife's attention remains focused on Siannen. "It's just a story," she reminds gently, swinging the gitar to her lap, reminded of its presence by its protest. "And /you/ are perfectly safe and here."

Just like in the story? AShe wonders as she scribbles on the parchment in loopy handwriting. A glance is given tot he room in general, but mostly on the child and the harper. She stare at Stromcloud for a moment catching the flit's eye.

Siannen nods, "I didn't like that story. Dotteth is a nice dragon, and S'pot wouldn't let him be mean to little girls." She sniffs, still sleepy. "I hope Dotteth eats Derwin for that story."

Siannen *Dotteth is the NPC Auri and I thought up to take us to Ista when we started the licking thing. He's paisley polka dotted.

Anely 's form lays seemingly lifelessly in the chair, breaths of air hardly stiring her form, eyes closed, arms folded across her chest.

Something soothing and melodic trickles playfully from Aife's gitar. "No dragons are ever mean to little girls." And they're awfully good at chasing away bad dreams.

Siannen starts to drift off again, holding on tight.

And this time, when Siannen starts to drift away to the land of dragon-dreams, a lullaby follows her--soothing, easing sleep with gitar-borne melodies.

T'lendel eases to the ground, settling into the nook between lifemate's legs with the edge of his back pressing lightly along Cairhoth's belly. Giving a sleepy sigh, he arranges long limbs slightly helter skelter and drifts to sleep with the steady cadence of dragon breaths at his side and the faint shifting of talons along the ground.

T'lendel has disconnected.

Siannen sighs happily, and relaxes her stranglehold on her rider's neck.

The gitar's soothing notes drift into silence, and Aife stands, slipping wiry arms between T'lendel and Siannen. The little Harper is stronger than she looks, and she gathers up the sleeping child, mouthing good-night to the few people still there, and steals outside to deliver child to dragon. "Hold on and I'll bring her out...take good care of them both," she murmurs into the air, and slips outside.

Central Bowl

Seven spindles brush the clouds -- quite literally -- overhead, a jagged, spired cotillion grey-stoned majesty. The bowl from here is expansively large, extending a full half mile in both directions, and although sometimes a bit of a stretch, most of the hubs of activity can be easily observed. Hard-packed ground shows the common pathways, all of them meandering about the craggy bunch of boulders that form a centerpiece: carven, hand-worn and foothold-full, it gives a bit of centerpoint to the otherwise vast emptiness of the area.

To the north lie the hatching grounds and leadership weyrs, while the lows of herdbeasts mark the feeding pens to the northeast. A flurry of ever-present activity marks the living caverns to the west, and another time-traveled path the ground weyrs just adjacent to the southwest. Southeast, a glint of blue shows the lake, glittering and cold.

It is an autumn before dawn.

Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are Majicke, Bundr, Zhaneel, Trellis, Rocu, and Gunwalloe.

Blue Kyleth, blue Mrrdynth, and bronze Cairhoth are here.

You see a wagonmaster, Skan, and Wagon One here.

Obvious exits:

Pens Northern Bowl Caverns Ground Weyrs Lakeside

Aife steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Siannen is carried in by Aife.

Siannen wakes up slightly, "Wha? Time to go? Where's a dragonnnnn......"

Cairhoth

Dull polished antique brass of the young dragonet is long since rubbed away, revealing a foundation of pure brass and gold. In other places, new polish rolls across fluid muscles in licking drips of flame. Oily rainbow of tarnish is cleared away, showing the even more flamboyant hues beneath, more autumn tinged than the original -- darker and brighter all at once in its penumbral depths. Bulky muscle of birth is still powerful, now sleeker, stretching below smooth hide of more lengthy body. His head is large and wedge-shaped, still vaguely blunted, but wings have elongated to a form that would be elegant on a smaller dragon. On this bronze, muscles and length give the impression of smooth, easy flight, powerfully and gracefully controlled.

A bright sapphire blue strap of supple leather encircles already large neckridges of this growing dragon, held firmly in place by brass buckles that gleam suddenly in the light. Sapphire and cobalt of autumn's breeze stretch in finger-like tendrils down the middles, and the edges are rimmed with a darker azure where the dye pooled. Deep, bold saturation draws out the flames beneath tarnished young hide, rich hues of liquid leather accentuating the penumbral depth of future flamboyance.

Cairhoth is 4 Turns, 1 month, and 24 days old.

He is 36 meters long, with a wingspan of 60 meters.

Cairhoth appears to be dozing.

"It's Cairhoth right here," Aife replies, struggling a little under the burden of child, til she reaches the bronze dragon.

Siannen finds the blurry bronze lump in her line of vision, and sleepily reaches for him, grasping at air for a minute until she tips forward, finding warm hide under her hand. "I thinnnnk I can make i' from here"

Aife takes another few steps, just to make sure, and then nods. "Sweet dreams," the Harper says quietly, and then the small Harper vanishes back into the darkness.

Aife slips softly to the Caverns.

Siannen hugs Aife! Aife purrs contently and wraps her arms around you tight.

Cairhoth gives you proper time to be impressed with his well-oiled hide and then shifts a large, amber-dipped paw to be of assistance. You step forward and grasp blue-dyed loops on straps to clamber to the top. There, you settle into the appropriate space between fire-streaked neckridges. One thing's for sure: there's plenty of room, and quite a view!

Cairhoth [Central Bowl]

Dull polished antique brass of the young dragonet is long since rubbed away, revealing a foundation of pure brass and gold. In other places, new polish rolls across fluid muscles in licking drips of flame. Oily rainbow of tarnish is cleared away, showing the even more flamboyant hues beneath, more autumn tinged than the original -- darker and brighter all at once in its penumbral depths. Bulky muscle of birth is still powerful, now sleeker, stretching below smooth hide of more lengthy body. His head is large and wedge-shaped, still vaguely blunted, but wings have elongated to a form that would be elegant on a smaller dragon. On this bronze, muscles and length give the impression of smooth, easy flight, powerfully and gracefully controlled.

A bright sapphire blue strap of supple leather encircles already large neckridges of this growing dragon, held firmly in place by brass buckles that gleam suddenly in the light. Sapphire and cobalt of autumn's breeze stretch in finger-like tendrils down the middles, and the edges are rimmed with a darker azure where the dye pooled. Deep, bold saturation draws out the flames beneath tarnished young hide, rich hues of liquid leather accentuating the penumbral depth of future flamboyance.

Cairhoth appears to be dozing.

Siannen slumps softly against the dragon, sound asleep.

T'lendel steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

After T'lendel has had plenty of time to view his healthy hide and be impressed with his size and bearing, Cairhoth brings forward one massive, butterscotched paw. T'lendel uses hands and feet, along with the aid of deep blue loops of his straps (and of one amused bronze dragon) to scramble up to the appropriate space between sun-touched neckridges.

Siannen shifts as she feels Cairhoth move below her, and opens her eyes sleepily. "Ty....?"

T'lendel belatedly exits the caverns and mounts Cairhoth, murmuring first to his lifemate, "Thanks for waking me; wouldn't want to leave her out in the cold." Then, once up, he wraps his arms securely around the child and softly asks, "Yes, dear?"

Siannen sighs, snuggling back against him as she shivers slightly. "Can we go home now?"

T'lendel nods, brushing his hands along her arms quickly and then making sure his own straps, and hers, are secure. Then, Cairhoth prepares himself and flicks his wings to take off.

You take off.

Above the Bowl

The ocean's tranquil thermals settle within the center section of the bowl's airspace, unusually smooth and bouyant -- though oft to switch as the seasons shift. Lingering beneath spires' constant presence, the perpetual activity of the weyr can be observed from every direction: from the testing rustle of dragonet wings, to the playful games sent aloft.

It is an autumn before dawn.

Obvious exits:

Northern Sky Weyrling Air Above the Pens Above the Lake Ledges

You soar in for a landing on Cairhoth's ledge.

Cairhoth's Ledge

A pile of bedding sits in the middle of the room; a cozy rug stretches across the floor (conventiently covering a few splats of dripped paint). The ceiling, unlike the naturalistic walls, is somehow painted a deep cobalt. The ever-present permeation of antique wine in the unique scent that is Cairhoth, infused with the subtle texture of pumpkin pie and a draft of spiced berries, lends a warm, comfortable atmosphere to the weyr. Deeper inside, a few sparse pieces of furniture can be seen.

It is an autumn before dawn.

Obvious exits:

Weyr Fly

T'lendel grins, "And here we are, Sian... Just let me help you down, and then we'll see if we can't get you settled in."

Siannen nods, clutching at a neckridge.

Cairhoth lowers slowly, regally, to allow T'lendel to dismount safely. He looks down at the still-daunting height and very carefully slides down smooth hide, feet at last encountering the ground with a soft thud and a light raising of dust.

Cairhoth's Ledge

A pile of bedding sits in the middle of the room; a cozy rug stretches across the floor (conventiently covering a few splats of dripped paint). The ceiling, unlike the naturalistic walls, is somehow painted a deep cobalt. The ever-present permeation of antique wine in the unique scent that is Cairhoth, infused with the subtle texture of pumpkin pie and a draft of spiced berries, lends a warm, comfortable atmosphere to the weyr. Deeper inside, a few sparse pieces of furniture can be seen.

It is an autumn before dawn.

Bronze Cairhoth is here.

T'lendel is here.

Obvious exits:

Weyr Fly

Cairhoth lowers himself almost surprisingly smoothly to make dismounting easier. With one quick look at the still-considerable distance left between you and the ground, you begin to slide -- carefully -- down his smooth hide, landing at last firmly on the ground with the feel of Cairhoth's even breathing at your side.

Siannen reaches out for Ty, clutching sleepily at air.

Yolk lets go of Cairhoth's neckridge and flies off.

T'lendel catches her smoothly, with Cairhoth's assistance in a careful shift of one foreleg. "Here we go, now." Keeping a hold of Siannen, he walks into the deeper weyr, hoping his spare cot is still clean.

T'lendel's weyr

Not as sloppy as one would expect from a man living alone, the place is actually quite tidy. Though that just might have something to do with the noted /lack/ of furniture. A table rests against one of the smooth, stone walls. On it are the essential pot of klah, complete with hotstones, juice for visitors, and even a small decanter with a deep, mulberry-hued wine of some sort.

Thrown in a casual, random disarray are thick, woven floor rugs. A few scraped, battered wooden chairs have claimed one corner; four firelizards, in turn, seem to have claimed the chairs. A small cot rests nearby, sheets pulled up crisply at the corners. But more towards the center of the room is another bed, this one larger, and equipped with linens and blankets of mismatched colors, but no doubt they are soft and warm in texture. Pillows seem thrown haphazardly at the head, yet the rumpled look is more inviting than anything else. This is T'lendel's home.

It is an autumn before dawn.

On the ledge, you see Cairhoth and one person.

On the perch is Tierras.

Obvious exits:

Ledge

T'lendel strides easily in from the Cairhoth's Ledge.

Siannen is carried in by T'lendel.

T'lendel's weyr is your new home.

Siannen murmurs sleepily, and waits for directions to a bed, falling asleep on her feet in the process.

Siannen hugs T'lendel! T'lendel gives a sly, draconic grin and gently tugs her to him. His eyes twinkle with tawny flecks of golden liquid, almost lost in gentle green currents. At last, he grins and releases her from his arms, murmering, 'See? Now that's a hug!'

T'lendel chuckles softly and carries her once again, this time dropping her lightly on a cot that looks more clean than comfortable. But that is soon remedied, as he snatches a soft blanket from his own bed and drapes it around her, tucking it in at what he hopes are all the right places and finally murmuring, "Sleep well, dear." And may Cairhoth watch them both. That done, he soon retires to his own bed -- and after all this, he never even got his klah!

Siannen sighs, and murmurs, "Night....."