The Dragonriders of Pern® is a trademark, Registered U.S. Patent & Trademark Office, of Anne McCaffrey. This is a recorded session, generated by Harper's Tale MOO on Saturday, January 29th and Sunday, January 30th, 2000, for the benefit of members unable to attend. Logged by Pyrene.

Thesy vs Pyrene

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 Kate, Sin, Brannt, Tangaloor, Kelpie, Azule, Yum-Yum, Yakshini, Zephyr, Shaber, Bow-Wow, Cosentia, Nocturno, Fandango, Sun, Lox, Tigger, Heaven, Jaibyrd, Shoobie, Loch Ness, Lava, Pix, Kynance, and Dratini.
You see Fantastic Triple Layer Bubbly Surprise, Tsunami Banner, Old Auntie sit-by-the-fire, Fluffernut, Zekk, Kali, Azlan, and Siai here.
Hannah, Drystasia, Areiah, and Tyara are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl Kitchens Inner Caverns Crafting Area

Pyrene
Slight and spindly, from skimpy legs to the pointed chin, her frame is nevertheless held as stubbornly tall as possible, falling only just shy of average height. Lank tendrils of dark brown hair plague a pert-nosed, thin-lipped face as they escape the limp plait that struggles to keep them under control, only serving to emphasise the peakiness of her complexion. Yet if there were any doubts about her vitality, the grey eyes that snap out from underneath dark brows eliminate them as effectively as twin thunderstorms.
A patched but stout brown woolen dress stretches to mid-calf, providing protection from Reaches cold. Although it may drape over the beginnings of curves, it is not to be worn to show them off; the cut stubbornly being for more practical purposes instead. Keeping watch from Pyrene's shoulder is Gunwalloe. Poldhu is playing with Pyrene's knot.
A tangle of black and blue cords usually suggests High Reaches Weyr, and their tattered configuration seems to be that of a head nanny, so that's most likely Pyrene's home and job then.
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Origamith Poldhu
Gunwalloe 
Pyrene is 19 Turns and 5 days old.

Drystasia
Thick hair, tinted a dull auburn, slips just below the shoulders of this plump little woman. Chubby arms extend from an equally chubby body, her exceptionally short height only making her seem even bigger. The stubby legs that hold her up cause somewhat of a waddle when she walks. Despite her overall large body and short height, she actually carries the weight fairly well, and could evn be considered pretty because of it. Between two chubby cheek, which are lightly dusted with freckles, rests a pert little nose. Below, two thin red lines making up her lips, and above, close-set blue eyes.
Perched on Drystasia's shoulder is Lief.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Drystasia is 32 Turns, 4 months, and 27 days old.

Hannah
Cascades of pale, white blond hair spill down her back, shimmering light moonlight coalesced; usually worn up in two braids wrapped around the crown of her head like a coronet. Pixish face peeks out from beneath bangs that are too long and tend to hide her face, while pale coral lips hide a gap-toothed smile and crooked teeth. Not an exceptionally beautiful nor pretty child, her one true beauty are her eyes. Like the clearest of emeralds, they are large and round, with long, pale lashes that frame them almost with a perfection that may inspire jealousy and sparkle with curiousity and a vibrancy for life that only the young can have. A light dusting of freckles dance across the bridge of her upturned nose and lightly dust the pale, milk-white skin of her cheekbones. Small and petite, with no womanly curves to boast of yet, her stature is waifish and almost painfully thin. At times it seems as if a stiff wind could blow her over.
Simple, homespun dress falls around her thin frame down to her slim ankles, though the excess material usually ends up tripping her and making her look clumbsy. Embroidered along the hems and sleeves of her garment are every imaginable flower possible. Light sandals adorn her feet, though she usually ends up barefoot.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 5 minutes.
Hannah is 14 Turns old.

Areiah
Despite the ineffable softness of youth still lingering in her supple form and shy, quiet bearing, Areiah is quite obviously one no longer considered a girl, but rather a young woman. Lustrous onyx waves have been let down, falling to much resemble a waterfall in loose waves down her back, stopping only as they reach the calves of sculpted legs. Her generally artistic features are only enhanced by these wayward locks, the twin sapphire pools that carefully observe much of the world around her made even more dramatic against her lightly tanned skin. Subtly pronounced cheekbones and a button nose sit above full, naturally pouty lips, the innocence of childhood becoming less and less evident by way of her appearance.
The smooth touch of leather caresses every inch of Areiah's petite frame in a lithesome second skin, blatantly revealing all that it strives to conceal. Supple hide, dyed a dark cobalt blue, shimmers with a barely perceptible pattern of inlayed silver. In sharp contrast to the pristinely pale hint of bared neck, the jacket fastens tightly over her torso, stretched taut over the gentle curve of breast and shoulder. Glimmers of silver blend seamlessly down into trousers that flow over her legs like a sheath, accentuating the subtle arch of strong, svelte thighs. Dark blue hide stretches down to kiss the bend of her leg invitingly, only to be swallowed by lustrous knee high boots, embracing the soft swell of calf and heel.
Simplicity itself is found in a braid of black, blue, and buttermilk gold - understated, plain, yet telling all who would look close that Areiah is the Senior Weyrwoman of High Reaches Weyr.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Carrying:
Sketch Painting-Dragons in Flight
Areiah is 23 Turns and 5 days old.

Tyara
Lithe grace marks every motion of this woman's tall frame, standing around 5'9. Her fine flaxen tresses curl slightly as they cascade down her back, piercing green eyes, always on alert, stand out in contrast to her skin, which is of an almost golden color, and utterly flawless. Her poise is confident, her finely crafted features are unmarred except for when she lights up in a smile, which happens more and more often these days. A maturity not often seen at one of her age is vivid in her expression, often misleading people to think that she is older than her current age. Her motions are efficient and fluid, there are no nervous gestures, no waste of energy. Though her at first self-confident and proud appearance sometimes shatter for a moment and gives the impression of one who is vulnerable despite of her apparent high self esteem.
Light, green cloth wraps Tya's body in a loose, swirling dress, the material too dark to be transparent but still tight enough to enhance her figure. A darker green tunic is around her shoulders, sleeves tied loosely together, protecting her from the cold weather even in summertime. On her feet are sensible, black wher-hide boots. Tya's Rucksack hangs loosely over Tyara's shoulder.
Black and blue twist on Tya's shoulder in a double corded, single looped knot, which along with a small tail and a tassle indicates her status as an assistant nanny at High Reaches Weyr.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Carrying:
Tya's Rucksack 
Tyara is 19 Turns, 11 months, and 15 days old.

It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a.. walking pile of wherhide? No, no, it's Areiah behind all those sheafs, and bumping one hip against a table, she turns, setting down the small mountain range of assorted pieces of work. Now you can tell who it is - a disheveled, overworked, underpaid goldrider. "G'afternoon everyone."

Michel arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Michel
Fair, shoulder length hair falling across a high brow, shades river-blue eyes. A slight smile on sensuous lips gives his expression a gentleness that balances the stubborn line of his jaw. He is of middle height with smooth, lean muscles under a desert-gold tan. Strong, broad shoulders taper down to a slender waist and long legs.
From the fit of his clothing--a bit large here, a bit small there, except for the boots which fit as though made for him--it seems as though it was a gift from the Weyr which took him in. His boots are scuffed and worn, but still in good shape with several Turns of wear left in them. The hide trousers had been dyed a bright yellow but the color has faded to a soft, buttery gold. The woven tunic has been washed so many times it is soft and cream-colored--who knows what color it started out as. The vest, which is fairly new, is slate-blue and compliments his fair complexion. Perched on Michel's shoulder is Rakyri.
Ribbons of bright blue and black intertwine with a double cords of gold and brown in a single loop and fall down his shoulder into a small tail and tassel. The knot indicates that he is a Baker's Apprentice and an Assistant Cook at High Reaches Weyr.
He is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Rakyri 
Michel is 18 Turns, 1 month, and 11 days old.

Michel shuffles into the cavern and heads straight to the klah pot.

Don't forget the overworked underpaid nannies! Particularly Pyrene who saunters merrily in and over to the juice. "Hello, hello, hello..." there, three greetings... divvy them up between you. "What's all that in aid of Areiah?" she asks, her nose straight into other people's business as usual.

Saendi arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Saendi
Endi is a rather short, sweet-looking girl, slender with youth, lithe from running, with a fine, delicately boned face framed by wispy tendrils of sunburnt brown that is plaited frizzily down her back, reaching almost to her waist. Adorning her face are thin, flexible eyebrows, permanently bent in a cynical expression. Below, her eyes, narrow, catlike, and slanted, are set shallowly, two golden-brown orbs. A long nose bisects her face, although it is not as straight as it was before she broke it climbing a stone wall. Just below the point of her nose are her thin, pale, and brownish-pink lips. A cute, pointed chin sticks out just a bit below her lips, giving her a defiant look. Her body is victim to growth, with limbs long and awkward and always in the way.
Thick woolen trousers and a thick woolen sweater are wrapped warmly 'round the brat. En's BratPack BackPack hangs heavily from Saendi's shoulder.
On her shoulder, two strands of blue and black are twirled together, representing her as a proud 'Reaches Weyrbrat. But, what's this? Pinned to her shoulder are a small pair of dark golden wings, nearing to Chayath's color, rather than Ysbryth's, and on it, 'MWP9' is boldly scratched on.
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
En's BratPack BackPack Xwethy
En's costume 
Saendi is 15 Turns, 2 months, and 2 days old.

Michel pours himself a mug and slumps into the first seat he finds.

Thesy strolls in from the Central Bowl.

Thesy
Almost 6 feet tall, the young blue rider is still quite slim but over the last couple of turns she has developed strong muscles and female curves. Short black curls frame the small face with its high cheek bones, straight nose and determined chin, dominated by huge, deeply set eyes of dark blue.Thanks to a lot of time spent outside her skin has taken on the golden tinge of a soft tan. Long-legged and graceful like the runners at her native hold on the wide plains of Keroon, she strides with a confidence that only the bond with a dragon awards.
Falling down to waist in soft folds, the rose and grey chequered cloth of wide comfortable shirt plays gently around the bluerider's slender frame, fastened by tiny shell shaped buttons of polished horn, the top two unbuttoned, allowing a glimpse of tanned skin. Snugly warm a heavy fleece sweater is carelessly slung about shoulders. Trousers of well tanned wherhide, dyed a dark dull grey, stretch over slim muscular legs, blending into even darker grey of steel-rimmed knee high boots of more sturdy hide. A single sapphire pin, intricately cut to resemble a dragon in flight, sparkles on her shoulder. Curled up in the crook of Thesy's arm is Imperia.
The double cord of royal blue and black, a strand of midnight blue intertwining, bound by gold thread and tied to a double loop with one tassle that sits right beside her Zephyr badge of ice blue dyed tunnelsnake hide indicates that Thesy is a Wingleader of the 'Reaches.
She is awake and looks alert.
Thesy is 21 Turns, 9 months, and 24 days old.

And don't forget the even more underpaid and overloaded assistant nannies. The busiest of them all, if she should say so herself, trots in after Pyrene, peering in Areiah's direction also. Never hurts to know things around here... "Afternoon, all." Tyara smiles shortly to the nearest nuis.. people.

Hannah is sitting, curled up in her chair, holding a glass of redfruit juice. Snapping out of her daydream, the others are finally noticed as her green eyes watch them from 'neath pale lashes. Biting her lip, the nannies are given an intense look before the shy girl turns back to her drink. Gulp. Gulp.

A cold breeze follows the bluerider as she comes in, brushing back the tousled curls with both hands, "What a nasty wind that is," Thesy mentions to no one in particular and deftly snatches a mug from a drudges tablet, flashing the little round woman a brilliant smile. Holding it in both hands to get them warm, she then saunters over to her usual place and, slipping into the embrace of that monster wingchair, she raises a hand in a casual greeting, "G'afternoon."

"Pyrene?" Saendi's voice squeaks fearfully. "Oh, /hi/ Pyrene. I've been a /really/ good girl. Super good brat. /Right/ Tyara?" After examining both nannies, the brat decides on Tyara as the less dangerous of the two, and sidles over to her with an oily smile. "I'm /good/. Reeeal good." Hardly a glance is given to anyone else -- must take care of the nannie problem first. They're obviously ambushing her.

Areiah gives Hannah a soft smile, and then glances Pyrene-ward, nodding to the Stack of Stuff. "Tithes and the crooked goings-on when it comes to collecting them, bets, ledgers, star-charts, letters requesting draconic help.." the petite brunette could go on all afternoon. Fortunately, she doesn't, and comes 'round the table to settle down next to Drystasia, giving the woman a wink. "And just think, you get to help me organize it all. Aren't you thrilled?" she murmurs, voice low and teasing. It lifts again, though, upon spotting a certain bluerider: "Thesy!"

Overloaded assistants? Pyrene works herself to the bone for her assistants sake. Sort of. "Cold out there Thes?" she asks, unnecessarily... and unconcernedly. Thesy can take care of herself. Instead the nanny turns to eye Saendi. That one's trouble, if not her problem for much longer. "What have you done to make you insist on your angelic qualities dear?"

Saendi just receives a highly suspicious look from Tyara. A brat. A brat acting like a nice brat. This can /not/ be good! "Hmm? Good? Oh, I don't know..." Then again, she did just praise the girl to Kh'et. "What'd you do?"

"G'aftanoon," the plump little woman, who Arieah happened to decide to sit down beside, offers with a jolly grin and nod for all. Then she glances over at the goldrider, with a chuckle. "Aye. Sure y'll 'ave a lot fer me."

"I /am/ good. I didn't do nothing." Saendi says hurriedly. "Anything, I mean. Um. I'm just good. Really good. Right Sian? Right?" Right. The girl brushes dampening noodles of hair out of her forehead, blinking continuously. She didn't do nothing. Anything. "Ooh, Hannah! You never helped me sort cookies! But it's okay, Lis'n I took care of them." A carefree hand gestures broadly at the table where yesterday's cookies once sat. /Once/... they're long gone now.

Pyrene nods at Saendi. "Right..." And she peers at Hannah too for good measure. "Behave," she suggests unenthusiastically and takes a seat near Michel. "Afternoon..." she notes by way of greeting.

Hannah isn't quite sure what to make of the exhuberant Saendi and so she merely offers a shy smile, her eyes widening slightly. Areiah gets a curious stare, but only for a moment before her gaze again locks on Pyrene. Behave? She /was/ behaving.. Gaze drops back down to her cup as the shy 'brat tries to shrink her thin frame even further into her chair.

Michel starts slightly at a voice nearby. "Oh, afternoon, Pyrene." He stares at his mug and then takes a sip.

The lilting voice can't be anyone's else but her clutchmate's. "Reia! Goodness, one hardly gets to see you anymore, except for Falls, since you turned Senior," Thesy's voice, too, raises above the others to reach the goldrider a few tables farther down. "You really need someone to help you." She then nods at the nanny, "Sharding cold it is, the wind's icy and up there flying sweeps it's almost unbearable." A faint shiver runs over her body at the thought and she takes a swig of her klah to get warm inside.

A brat cannot behave, it's against the law of nature. "Hrm." Tyara finds an empty seat, trying to mentally direct the brats towards Pyrene. There's your head nanny, go pester her. "What cookies?" And Lis was in it too? Couldn't be good, then. That girl has too many hormones. Or is it that green of hers...

Areiah is not going to inquire as to why cookies need to be sorted. She'll just go back to teasing Drystasia. It's such fun, after all. "Lonie's gotten over her cold, for the most part. Poor little thing was all sniffles and stuffy nose, fever, the whole bit." Thesy gets a grin, a wink, and then she points to the woman beside her. "Meet Drystasia, my angel *or whatever the Pernese equivalent is* of mercy. Drys, this is Thesy, one of my oldest and dearest friends." Whom she speaks of, often and fondly, of course.

Free from the nanny observation which she unknowingly dragged upon herself, Saendi skitters away from Tya's side. "Hey, Hannah, wanna sort some bubblies with me?" Although the word "sort" probably means something very different from sort when it comes from Saendi... "...or, maybe we can eat a few -- Eep! No, Tya, no! No cookies atall! Nothing. Didn't do nothing with Lis."

Pyrene cocks her head at Michel. "A quarter-mark for your thoughts?" she wonders, before smirking at Thesy. "That's what those leathers are for, y'know. Don't forget the winterlining for your jacket and all that! Even the brats know that much..." her gaze wanders over said brats and she sighs. "Hannah, c'mon. /Talk/ for a change." Oh, the empathy of the head of childcare at this weyr!

Michel shrugs slightly and says, "They aren't worth that much." He takes a gulp of the quickly cooling klah and continues, "I just made a fool of myself with someone.......that's all."

Drystasia chuckles softly at Arieah, she round stomach nearly jiggly with amusement. "Tha's good to 'ear," she offers, then smiles widely over in Thesy's direction. "Ah, well met, Thesy. Heard a lot 'bout ya. Nice t' finally place a face with a name."

Since the nannies are sitting right next to her and now are surrounded by noisy, or not so noisy, brats with sticky fingers, Thesy seizes the opportunity of a nice chat with her old friend at the hearth and so she grabs her mug and one of the many cushions and wanders over to where the weyrwoman and her companion are seated. "Nice to meet you, Drystasia," she smiles and surprises herself by getting the woman's name right the first time, "Thank Faranth that this girl has a helping hand now."

Hannah's big eyes seem to dwarf her thin face as they latch on Pyrene. Talk? Attention is turned to Saendi, "Sort..bubblies..?" is whispered softly. What could /that/ entail? Eating them, on the other hand, is something she /does/ know. "I'd like a few bubblies.." is said with a shy sort of smile for Saendi, her great eyes latched on the other 'brat as the words are said softly. Shy 'brat drops her gaze again to her cup, and finding it empty.

Pyrene perks up happily at the thought of another person's humiliation. "Really? Who with? A girl?" Does Michel blush as easily as Areiah? It seems Pyrene intends to find out. And while we're on the subject... an encouraging nod goes to Hannah and the nanny suggests: "Tell you what Hannah, you can start with something easy... make Areiah blush and I'll give you a sweetstick." 

"Not too many, Endi, or I'll have the cooks stop making them!" This comes, of course, from Tyara, the nanny's eyes narrowing. She still remembers the bubbly smears on her /favorite/ white tunic. Hrm. "Pyrene, where /is/ that... girl?" She means, of course, Swawa.

Saendi has disconnected.
Saendi falls asleep.

Michel blushes a deep red and nods /very/ slightly. "Edaeyn........" he barely whispers.

Siannen walks in from the Central Bowl.

Hannah's eyes widen like saucers as the child's gaze slowly swivels to Areiah. Gulp. Make her /blush/? /Talk/ to her? Biting her lower lip hard enough so that it looks like it hurts, the child's big emerald eyes turn back to the Nanny, their depths filled with fear stemming from the fact that she's painfully shy. Gulp. Maybe she doesn't want that sweetstick after all.

Khloe arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Khloe walks in, blinkingly looking around. "Hi."

Perk. Areiah knows Edaeyn, sorta. But not one to gossip - and having heard Pyrene's instructions to Hannah, too - she snuggles down in her seat, effectively hiding behind her Stack of Stuff. Drystasia will protect her! Really. Right. But she doesn't much seem to need protecting from the instructed 'brat - shy girls unite! - and a wink goes Hannah-ward as she motions the girl over.

Pyrene will give herself a sweetstick later for Michel's blush. "Edaeyn? Are you and Edaeyn together? I /am/ out of it..." She throws reproachful glances to the brats who should keep her informed of such things. Such a nice greeting for Siannen and Endi, hmm? And as for Hannah... "Go on Han... it's not hard... Areiah blushes at the drop of a hat."

Michel says, "No, we aren't together......that is how I made a fool of myself. I wanted to get to know her better.........." He shrugs and takes another sip of klah, grimacing at the cold klah aftertaste. "She didn't."

Tyara sends a smirk in Pyrene's direction. Good idea, bribe the brats with swetsticks. Hmm-hmm. Siannen's entrance is noticed too, of course, but the nanny doesn't yell at her right away. Afterall, they have to do something wrong before you can yell. Hmph.

Siannen wasn't here, so whatever Pyrene's glaring at the rest of the 'Brats for, she didn't do. So she makes her way to the cookies, looking a little more tired thatn usual. There's a reason for that, mind you...and not just her usual late nights.

Pyrene hmms at Michel, but manages a reasonably sincere look of sympathy. "Ouch... Still, there are other fish in the sea?" Oh, that's /exactly/ what he wants to hear. "Anyway... how long've you been here? Give her some time and perhaps you'll win her over. Everybody likes cooks after all." She's a little automatic in her responses still, watching to see what the outcome of Hannah vs Areiah's blushes is.

Pyrene does forget that Hannah /doesn't/ talk to others in a group. She just doesn't! Hearing the encouragment from the Nanny as an order, the thin girl slips out of her chair, hunching her shoulders so that her already petite height is even shorter. Gulp. Eyes are wide like saucers as the thin waif of Hannah makes her way to Areiah and leans up to whisper something. "Please.. Please.." she thinks to herself," Please blush!" Mortified at the attention she's getting, her own cheeks inflame with a delicate shade of rose.

Michel nods again and sighs softly. "I know, I just wanted to apologize to her and I can't find her anywhere." He shrugs and says, "I guess it doesn't matter." He sighs and tries to put a pleasant expression on his face.

Siannen settles herself on a bench near the action, munching quietly on a cookie. She's still making her best effort to not be a nuisance. That was part of the agreement, see...

Pyrene is good and doesn't laugh at Hannah. She's not /entirely/ evil. To Michel, she just winks. "She'll turn up... sooner or later everybody does. They all walk through here eventually--if only for the cookies."

Thesy puts the cushion on the bench next to Areiah and settles down, watching with growing perplexion the little girl walking up to the goldrider, looking quite haunted, and whispering into her ear. A suspicion enters her mind and makes her glance over to Pyrene .... as if she hadn't known ... 

Michel smiles slightly at Pyrene. "Thanks. I'm gonna go wander around for a while. See you later, maybe." He drops his mug into the washpan as he passes out of the cavern

Carefully, Areiah stretches an arm out, draping it across Hannah's shoulders gently. There, now. See? She doesn't bite. Or at at least she doesn't bite hard. "Hullo there, Hannah.. you get a sweetstick if I blush, is that it?" Another wink, and somehow, as if by magic, the goldrider's cheeks are kissed with color. She's holding her breath a little, and pinking for it, but it still counts. Grinning at first Thesy, then Pyrene over the top of the girl's head, she pipes up again: "There, will that do? Give the little lady her prize." Hah!

Michel opts for broad stairs that lead up to the Crafting rooms above the inner caverns.

Khloe looks around, unnoticed by the others. Not that she minds...

Siannen grins. Areiah has always been one of her favourites...now she remembers why.

Pyrene glances after Michel and then just shakes her head at Areiah. Still, she's getting Hannah to make friends, right? Being a good nanny, right? And entertaining herself while she's at it, nothing wrong with that. A wink to Thesy's glare and she flips a sweetstick to first Hannah and then the underpaid goldrider. Winter bonus. She keeps a third for herself... /she/ made Michel blush after all.

Hannah gazes up at wonder to the kind woman. "Thank you.." she whispers, giving the goldrider an endearingly sweet, shy smile. Pyrene even gets a mildly triumphant look before her gaze drops to the floor.. Her head comes up with just enough time to catch the sweetstick, as the child settles down 'neath Areiah's arm to munch on her treat. Whew.. that was hard!

Siannen chuckles, then pipes up for the first time today. "Hey, don't I get something? After all, I've got riders to take care of....and I'm quiet, too." Uh-oh, a quiet Sian? What's with that! But her tone is light and her eyes sparkle, "Do I have to be a complete 'Brat to get one, huh?"

"Now, just how do you do that?" Thesy returns Areiah's grin, her eyes dancing. That one can blush on command, amazing! "And you're good with children," the bluerider cocks her head and a curious spark enters her glance, "I've always wondered why you don't have any of your own."

Pyrene narrows her eyes at Siannen. "Oh, you can have a sweetstick for being quiet then..." She throws another stick at the girl, but this time her aim's off thanks to Thesy's comment. "Thesy!! If Areiah doesn't want children, that's her business!" IE, don't persuade her otherwise! "Besides... she fosters, which is even better." No sweetstick for the bluerider then, although she glances briefly around to see if anybody else wants one--where /does/ she keep them anyway?

Areiah just grins, broad and delighted, her own sweetstick deftly caught and slid between her lips. Siannen gets a wink, quick, and then eyes widen innocently at Thesy. Sweetstick is taken from her mouth, then, and she replies: "Why, Hannah was whispering to me, and it was terribly embarrassing. All of the attention, you know." Ri-ight. Narrow shoulders lift, lower, and she absently rubs Hannah's shoulder, friendly. "I'd like some?" She'd like a whole herd of them, to be honest. "Finn and I have been sort of.. discussing it. And we've adopted one of Pyrene's 'brats, yet, so." Another shrug, followed by a soft, lopsided grin. "Not to worry, Pyrene, I wouldn't send any kidlets of mine your way. Faranth only knows what you'd do to the poor dears."

Siannen squeaks, but manages to reach enough to catch the 'stick, while not dropping all of her cookies in the effort. "Thank you Nanrene!" And she goes back to her munching, "And I'm not having any, either...but I'm good at getting 'em out of your way, huh?" She's referring to Dae, of course.

"Excuse me?" Now Pyrene gets a definite glare, amazement and annoyance mingling in it, "I don't think it's for you to talk to me like that when I've been asking Areiah. All right?" With the last words she turns to the goldrider, her anger still showing in her flushed cheeks, "I see. Still," now she smiles again, "I think you'd make a wonderful mother."

Hannah is quite content to enjoy Areiah's shoulder rub and her friendship. Happily the 'brat munches on her sweetstick, but upon hearing of adoption, she raises her gaze to the woman next to her. "You..You..You.."she stutters quietly, "addopted a 'brat?" Curiousity does tend to overwhelm quietness even if it does kill the cat. All this talk of children and babies makes Hannah think of her own mother, out there somewhere..

Khloe pulls a piece of green fabric from her goodie bag, beginning to sew.

Pyrene rolls her eyes at the Weyrwoman. "They're not /my/ brats... And you /know/ I'd take special care of any child of yours...." older she may be than in bygone times of teasing Areiah, but she can achieve that innocent look yet. "Siannen, you've got your stick! No need to butter me up anymore..." she winks at the brat. "But thanks. I appreciate the Daemon thing yeah..." A startled glance is thrown momentarily to Thesy and then she grins softly, "It's as much my business when it comes down to that..." But then, she makes things her business.

Siannen manages to not look indignant, "I'm not buttering. I mean it..." Boys are still icky. And will remain so for a loooong time.

"I did indeed," Areiah murmurs to Hannah, voice all gentle softness again, so as not to scare the child off. "Hynolonie? Perhaps you know her? Terribly shy little thing, but I love her to no end." Seeing a trend here? Shy lifemate, shy weyrmate, shy fosterling.. "Would you, Pyrene? I have no doubt in your nannying skills. Honestly." And really, she doesn't. Sable brows climb at the byplay between Pyrene and Thesy, but that's all. She'll not get involved. "Thank you, Thesy, I'd rather like to think I would, too."

Titania blinks in from ::between::!

Hannah has never met Hynolonie so the 'brat turns back to her sweetstick, eating it with relish. Ears stay attuned to the conversation however, as her eyes occasionally look at the others--but only for a mere second and only through her pale lashes. Finishing her treat, she lays her hands in her lap and keeps her gaze on her knobby knees poking out through her dress.

Lis swishswishes in girly-pink leathers in from the Central Bowl.

Now that's all the bluerider needs from the nanny. With a hasty "Excuse me for a moment?" she stands and strides over to Pyrene's table. Resting both hands firmly on the table, she bends down, "All right, you didn't want it different, so I'm going to tell you here, once and for all. I will /not/ take anything like that from you, hear me? You're supposed to raise those children in your care properly and then you behave like the worst of them. Didn't anybody teach you that it is highly rude to break into other people's conversations?" Thesy pauses for a moment, squinting at Pyrene, "And if I think anyone should have children of their own, it's not your business to correct me. Is that understood?"

Alfi arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Ahem. Now, Areiah would speak up on Pyrene's behalf, but that would be intruding on the conversation, and Faranth forbid she do /that/. It wouldn't do to become a target for bluerider wrath. "So, Hannah, right?" she goes on cheerfully, softly, true-blue eyes all for the girl under her arm. "How did you end up in our 'brat collection, if you don't mind my asking?" Some people do.

Khloe carefully sews what appears to be a gold flit's leggs onto the rest of its stuffed with sand body. Finished, Khloe sets the little toy onto the table.

Khloe drops Sunny Morning Stuffed Flit.

Lis' eyes widen just a tad as she stops on a dime on the way to the klah pot. T'would take her near Pyrene and Thesy, and even this weyrling doesn't quite think that's a good idea. Cookies are safe, nearby, and - to Lis - irresistable. The pink-wearing greenling slinks over to a corner, a handful of cookies palmed for quiet cavern-watching. Interesting episode today.

Pyrene blinks up at the tall bluerider, feeling the oddest urge to laugh despite the fact that Thesy is quite blatantly undermining her authority in front of the other kids. Maybe it's just been too long since she's been able to pick a good fight. "I'm sorry Thesy? Am I not raising the children to the best of my ability?" She glances ostentatiously at Hannah, Siannen and Khloe. "Well, Siannen looks well and happy... Khloe's /sewing/... And I just got Hannah to talk to Areiah instead of clamming up for a change. Please, let me know where I'm going wrong. And my apologies for breaking into your conversation but I wasn't aware that it was a private one--Areiah and I have always teased each other...." She looks at the bluerider, expectant, innocent... and managing not to smirk.

Alfi walks in distractedly, though stopping suddenly in the doorway when she notices the crowd...Weyrwoman included! Taking time to actually count everyone, she finally offers a wave and a grin. "Hey! Cookies? What'cha talking about?"

Brianna arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Oren moves heavily in from ::between::, silver claws gleaming!

Siannen gulps down the last of her cookie and makes her way to the 'rider, much as that one made her way to Pyrene. "And I won't have you saying things like that to Nanrene. She's a perfectly good nanny, and as she just said, we all seem to be doing just fine and dandy." She nods for emphasis, "And when has anyone said anything about conversation, hmmm? As you were talking of would-be 'Brats, which mean would-be nanny resopnsibilities, I don't see why she shouyldn't respond." Her piece said, she retreats back to her bench, munching on the next cookie in line.

Strawberry flourishes in from ::between::!

Hannah peers up at Areiah, her eyes big, "I got left behind by accident 'acause Momma and Meirinath an' I got trapped 'n thread." Wow. The girl's actually /talking/ about her past? Areiah must have the right touch indeed. "'An so I got here.. 'an I was put with Nanny Pyrene.." trailing off into a whisper the child sends a shy smile to the nice woman. "I don't have no home anymore, I guess. Don't know what happened to Momma." 

Alfi still stands in the the doorway, trying to size up the situation herself from what she hears. Which isn't really working. Cookies? Thread? Huh? "Um, what are you talking about?" she asks again.

"Lis, Alfi, c'mon in, grab a seat." And avoid the grumpy bluerider-nanny pair! Areiah doesn't actually say that, though. Too polite. The heap of hides before her is seperated into a few piles - one, two, three, four - so she can see over them, you see. A conspirational look for Drystasia as she nudges one of those piles in front of her, the faintest of grins quirking her lips. "You don't mind if I leave this here, do you?" Here's to hoping she doesn't. Khloe and her stuffed toy get an appraising look, and a sweet little smile. "Lovely work, there." And it is. But attention falls back to Hannah, and she dips her head in a thoughtful nod. Hmm.

Sorana arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Khloe grins for a moment at the comment given her work, then walks over to the cookie traay for a snack.

Thesy watches the nanny from slitted eyes, arms folded in front of her and ... takes a deep breath. "You really think you do, don't you?", her voice very low, still Pyrnee should be perfectly able to understand every word. "Anyway, I'm not one who likes a public argument, so all I will say here and now is that I'm most certainly not of the opinion that you're doing a really proper job. Just let me add this: learn some manners, girl and try to respect other people's privacy." And with that she turns on her heel to return to her place, only to stop a moment later and softly call over her shoulder, "And no more of this for now."

Brianna walks into the room, giving a frienly smile to everyone here. Walking over to the serving table to get a glass of juice, she says, "Hello.." 

Alfi nods, does as she's asked, but is still thoroughly confused. Finally picking up on something that seems a new addition to the conversation, she also looks at Khloe's latest creation. "Yep! Another nice one." Ok, so maybe it's not just her opinion that this is a pretty random conversation. Trying to piece together the rest of it again, she also looks around from her seat for something else she caught on to--cookies.

Furtive green eyes dart about the caverns; Sorana slips in unobtrusively, wigging thin fingers at those she doesn't know, smiling at the ones she's aquianted with. A steaming mug of klah is quickly grasped and claimed, and finally the quiet girl sits down.

In a hopping-like skipstep, Faye slithers into the busy living caverns, pausing movement for a moment as chestnut optics dart group-wards, swiftly thinking it would be best she not get involved in the current conversation. Wise. Instead, she resumes walking, and plops into a seat hearthside, eyes peering for a mug.

Lis has a very comfortable seat in the shadows, with a nice view of the argument 'tween bluerider and nanny. And cookies to boot. Bobbing her shoulders in a polite refusal towards Areiah, she props her boots up against a nearby seat in a careful lounge. She'll enjoy this, alright, even if she's too intimidated to cheer for Pyrene.

Miny arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Dratini looks around the room in awe. So many peoples today! Will 'Tini get pestered by them?

Hannah's attention turns from her story back to those in the caverns and through shy casts of her gaze, the 'brat watches the bluerider talk back to Pyrene. Her Momma was a bluerider, but her Momma ... thought is interrupted by the appearance of others. Fiddling with her hands, her teeth shreds the nail on her little finger. Lots of people do scare the young 'brat.

Pyrene stares at Thesy and suddenly narrows her own eyes. The bluerider can leave it at that if she likes, but Pyrene's not going to stand for her competence at her job being disputed in public. "No, I'm sorry Wingleader," she suddenly snaps after the rider. "But if you are going to suggest in front of these people that I don't do my job properly, you can substantiate it in front of them too. I /didn't/ ask for this job, but I said I'd do it and I carry through when I say I do things. Is there a way you think /you/ could improve on my efforts?" The other entrants get a flushed nod, but Pyrene has really been irritated for once and not just because Thesy's a bluerider... well, maybe partly.

And with that, Siannen is ignored, it seems. But no matter...she stood up for Pyrene, much good it did anyone. In goes another cookie as the girl watches them carefully, then surges to her feet at Pyrene's words. You want proof of Pyrene's efforts? It's standing right here...

Miny walks in, with a wave. "Hi. What's going on?"

Dratini chitters curiously at Pyrene. , 
Poldhu> Images from Dratini suggest: << What wrong with nanny lady??~confusion~ >>

Thin strands of rusty roan brown hair tumble and jingle as Faye shuffles around by the hearth, looking for a mug to get some fresh klah. With a grumble and a retreat - plopping onto her seat, holding nothing - one could tell she's not found one, and she's given up. Other occupants of the room are instead noticed, and she begins to peer - spy - around.

Miny has disconnected.
Miny falls asleep.

Poldhu> Images from Strawberry suggest: << Me don't no. >>

Alfi looks up from her search for cookies at Pyrene's words. Eyebrows raised and mouth in an 'oh', she decides that it would not be a good idea to ask what's going on anymore. Though she has figured it out, it seems. Pyrene and blues...not really the issue. But the rider is. And they seemed to be getting along the other day. Being a nanny, Alfi figures she may have a view on this eventually, but as for now, she simply watches in a bit of disbelief. /She/ thinks Pyrene's a good nanny.../and/ Thesy's a good Wingleader. Ack!

Oren moves heavily ::between::, a flash of silver claws marking his passing!

Brianna shakes her head as she downs the rest of the juice. A rider at a table waves to her, and she goes to sit by him.

Dratini half-jump, half flies from his perch, getting closer to Pyrene, chittering all the way. 
Poldhu> Images from Dratini suggest: << 'Tni /brave/ flit, me find out. >>

Poldhu> Images from Crimao suggest: << Go, go, funny find out... >>

Strawberry chirples, chirps, and burbles happily, eyes swirling as he watches the human pets. Upon /his/ human pet's arrival, he swoops beside her chair and begins to chitter, head inclined.

Areiah doesn't really mind who sits where, as long as she's got a cute kidlet at her side, and a dear friend on the other. Hannah and Drystasia, of course, in that order. Besides, the little goldrider is still looking all thoughtful. "Hullo there, Sorana." Greetings are tossed up, regardless of the to-do going on, and she tilts her head downward, murmuring to the girl beside her once more. "You're going to hurt your finger if you keep nibbling on it, you know. And perhaps, if you're looking for a permanent home, a family of sorts, we could work something out for you..?" Yes, the girl is older than your usual fosterling-type, but she's still adorable.

Poldhu> Images from Sentanta suggest: << Confused. >>

Dratini lands on a nearby table, snatching a cookie from the tray. He looks questioningly at Pyrene. Confusion. Why nanny lady mad? 
Poldhu> Images from Dratini suggest: << `confuesd` why nanny lady mad? >>

Sorana dodges any irritated glances that might fall her way, hopping to another chair. Green-wrought gaze travels slowly around the room, stopping briefly on Areiah--"G'day, Weyrwoman Areiah,"--and continues to move. She offers a wiggling of fingers in Hannah's direction, saying softly but carryingly, "Hi, Hannah."

Hannah blinks up at Areiah, her finger forgotten, her big eyes wide. Blink. Blink. " A .. A.." stuttering, her voice doesn't seem to want to work for her," family..?" The yearning in her eyes lends the impression that the girl's own homelife left much to be desired. Her smile is sweet and if not physically lovely, it's full of emotion. "I want.. a family.." Hearing her name diverts her attention and the girls head swings to the sound, causing the coronet of braids to slip over one big, emerald eye. "Hello.." is whispered shyly, her gaze downcast, hair still covering her eye.

Dratini gets the feeling Pyrene's not looking at him. Chittering, he flys in front of her face 
Poldhu> Images from Dratini suggest: << Why she mad and not looking at pretty 'Tini? >>

Thesy, who has been halfway over to her place at Areiah's table, stops in her tracks, as if frozen by Pyrene's words. Slowly she turns around and returns, equally slowly. Again her voice is very low but this time her tone has a somewhat cutting edge, "See? That's what I mean. I have been at least as polite as to lower my voice since my words have been only for you and I don't think anyone else around here have heard them. And you've got nothing better to do than to yell all over the place at me so now everybody knows what this is all about?" The bluerider shakes her head, "You've just showed to everybody /how/ good a nanny you are."

Shoobie winks into ::between::, taking her vibrant light with her.
Jaibyrd blinks ::between:: in a twinkle of jadite neckridges.

Poldhu> Images from Crimao suggest: << 'cause she no like blue flitters. No fly, t'wude... >>

Ok. Alfi's lost again now. Nannies not doing jobs...Wingleaders...Brats needing a family...cookies. Argh! "Faranth, save me from the insanity," she whispers to nobody in particular, a thin smile becoming a part of her worried and confused features.

Khloe chuckles, watching the antics of Dratini.

Faye murmurs a bit, eyes scanning once again for some sort of treat - she feels like snacking. The young weyrcook weaves the tips of her lithe fingers together - or at least attempts to, ending up twiddling them. She regards her dear, plump 'Berry with a chuckle, scritching him gently.

Pyrene straightens abruptly. "And still no excuse for your words? I'd thank you for an apology, but since you're either provoked by dislike of me or thoughts of children yourself, I won't hold my breath. Instead I'll get back to /not/ bringing up the children correctly. And I almost hope you do have children, if only to learn what it's like..." A nod to the others and she's gone.

[The room shut down and I had to go. Of course, Thesy and I weren't leaving it there. The following evening in the galleries...]

Pyrene is perched on a bench, soaking up the natural heat of the cavern. "Afternoon Tya..." she greets lazily. "Come to get warm? You're not meant to be watching anybody are you?" Got to check these things.

Tyara was meant to check after Swawa, but the girl ran away. Again. "Hrm, just Swawa. Last time I saw her she was headed for one of the Weyrs." Let the 'riders throw her out. She doesn't care.

Pyrene sits up suddenly, frowning. "Swawa?? Where was she going? Last thing I need is another rider telling me I can't do my job..." She scowls suddenly and regards the currently empty sands darkly.

"Hrm, I don't know exactly. The ground Weyrs I think..." Tyara shrugs, sliding into one of the seats, fiddling with the hem of her tunic. "Who told you that?? D'renn again?"

Pyrene rolls her eyes. "D'renn tells me stuff like that on principle. No, Thesy... and she'd no right! I'd like to know what was eating /her/... I'd done nothing and she accused me of not doing my job properly." Well, maybe Pyrene hadn't been entirely respectful, but surely Thes should be used to that?

And doing nothing is doing it properly? Tyara raises an eyebrow though, since that issue could suddenly become relevant to her too... "Hrm, maybe Sen's proddiness rubbed off on Sardrinth," she says sourly, snorting slightly. Faranth protect her against proddy greenriders!

Dratini blinks in from ::between::!

Pyrene makes a face at Tyara. "Sen's proddy again already? Ugh... thanks for the warning. I'll keep an eye out for her." And avoid her like the plague. "And I don't know... Tya. She was just... antsy."

Dratini seems to be bored and has no idea what he is doing there. He spots Pyrene. OOh. Nanny like 'Tini?

Tyara scowls at Pyrene, and everything else alive in the galleries. "I'd say! She was all over that young cook... He can't have had more than twenty Turns! And that walking bundle of hormones of Lis' makes her itchy as well." Scowl.

Pyrene hmms thoughtfully. "Which young cook? Michel? Wish I'd been there to see it... he blushes easily." Evil, evil nanny. She doesn't notice the blue lizard, although her own blue pair do as they poke idly about the seats, finding all manner of things left behind from the last hatching.

Dratini flies with a streak of blue past Pyrene, landing nearby.

Tyara's lips curl into a semi-wry smile as she nods. "Mmm, him. He certainly does." She doesn't mention her, Lis and various others trying to make him, of course. "What /are/ we going to do with Swawa though?" Sigh. That girl... "She's worse than Ko'en ever was! I have trouble making Sahara let go of me when she's around."

Pyrene glances around at the lizard as he flies past, wondering briefly who he is before getting distracted by Tyara again. "I've /no/ idea... Maybe we can isolate her in some way... Persuade somebody to foster... Outside the weyr if possible," she grimaces. "Who're her parents again?"

Tyara snorts, shaking her head. "You won't find anyone in /this/ Weyr, that's for sure," she says, an annoyed frown getting deeper. "Her parents? Oh, I don't remember who her father is.. her mother's that insanable bluerider!" Oh Faranth, just another glow to Pyrene's basket. "That, what's her name.... Walina, I think it is. And her father's some greenrider..." Like Ko'en's father. They have a certain air, children of greenriders.

Pyrene nods. "Walina... knew it was one of /those/." Those being blueriders of course... "And I think I'm going to have to talk to some of these male greenriders... doesn't matter their preferences, they can't seem to help but spawn." She rolls her eyes despairingly.

Tyara narrows her eyes at Pyrene, sending the other nanny a truly evil look. Not directed /at/ her of course, but rather those incompetent, thoughtless riders. "Hrm, I'd prefer it if they just stuck to the men," she says through gritted teeth. "We ought to separate the greenflights in two groups: Those for female chasers and those for male chasers."

Pyrene chuckles wryly. "I wonder if I could get Areiah to make it weyr policy..." She sighs and leans back thoughtfully. "Maybe I'll suggest to Catia that she run regular family planning chats with the riders. Because I don't think all of them were listening during weyrlinghood."

Tyara nods, her smile a rueful grimace. "At this point I'd almost wish all the green- and blueriders were men... that would make everything much easier." Oh yeah? Well one can always dream...

Pyrene tries to picture a weyr like that... "There'd be practically no kids at all..." she murmurs thoughtfully. "Of course.. there'd also be no Shaela and a few other /nice/ people." See? Nothing's perfect, sadly.

Tyara frowns, then smirks. "There'd still be all the other residents, though," she points out, "they have brats too, just in a more... organized way. And it'd help us get rid of that pesky green- and bluerider blood," she says hopefully, trying to appeal to Pyrene's more, ah, spiteful side.

Pyrene tips her head at Tyara, not sure she can trust this. "Well... I don't know how you're going to persuade the dragons to pick men only, so it isn't a little pointless?" she observes dryly. She's not one for flights of fancy today it would seem...

Tyara sighs heavily. "Oh, I couldn't," she says annoyedly. Not that she'd mind doing it, y'see, but it's just impossible. "Hrm, what I /can/ do though is get someone to foster the worst monsters. Maybe I should ask Lylia to take me to one of the nearby Holds along with Swawa and her group and then just leave them there?"

Pyrene chuckles helplessly at Tyara. "I really don't think we can get away with leaving her..." she points out. "I think we need to first figure out a way to brainwash her. I mean... people are always telling me that there's a way to handle everybody..."

Tyara snorts. "Hit her in the head and hope she can't remember where she's from?" Well, it was a suggestion. Not a very nice one, but it's there.

Pyrene chokes abruptly and hastily ducks her head, fussing over Poldhu to hide her expression. Oh dear. "Tyara... I /really/ think we ought to think up something a little less... obtrusive?"

Obtrusive? This nanny found it to be wave-breaking, but alright. "Hrm, bribe her with cookies?" As if she didn't steal enough to choke on already. Tyara just sight, glancing towards the stairs.

Pyrene leans her elbows against the rail thoughtfully, chin on her hands. "I'm thinking along the lines of isolation. Tell her she's got one last chance before she gets isolated at one end of the dorms... and watched singly all day... She acts up more in front of the other children."

Tyara leans back in her seat, her expression thoughtful. "D'you think that'd work? I mean, she knows and we know that she'd find a way to escape..." Shardin' weyrbrats.

Thesy comes up the stairs.

Pyrene shrugs. "Well... we'll have to figure out where to take her that she won't escape..." she breaks off, spotting Thesy. Her eyes flash suddenly and she resolutely turns them toward the sands. "We'll manage it though Tyara," she finishes firmly.

"Areiah?" First softly the name is called, then when there's no reply it is repeated a good deal louder, "Areeeeiah?" When there's still no reply Thesy gives a little sigh and climbs up the stairs to search the galleries for the Weyrwoman. The one who's never around when one needs her.

Tyara turns her head to watch the bluerider walking in. So that's who Pyrene was looking at. "Afternoon, Thesy," she greets the woman, then nods towards the other nanny. "I'm sure we will."

Pyrene continues staring fixedly at the sands--not that she's seeing them. "I managed with Ko'en, I can manage with Swawa..." she assures Tyara, paying Thesy no attention whatsoever. This may not be unusual in itself, but Poldhu's faint, red-eyed hiss in the bluerider's direction is.

"G'afternoon Tyara," Thesy returns the greeting with a smile. Spotting Pyrene beside her, the smiles fades and the bluerider nods coldly to the headnanny, "Pyrene." Leafing through some sheets she has brought with her, she pauses for a moment, obviously looking for something. Hissing flit gets ignored. Just like Pyrene's ignoring herself. "Anyone seen Areiah? I'd need to talk to her rather urgently."

Tyara arches an eyebrow. Does she feel a chill? "I only saw her yesterday, Thesy, when Sorana cut her hair." Wince. The nanny leans forward on her seat again, getting ready to jump up in case objects start flying.

Pyrene shakes her head suddenly, causing Pol to squeak in protest. "No, I've been too busy doing my duties," she says pointedly. "As Tyara and I were just doing now before you came in. Discussing one of the children."

"Shards! And just when I needed her to shuffle riders around a little." Thesy frowns at her notes but at Pyrene's unmistakable remark she looks up sharply, her blue eyes narrowing slightly. "Hopefully one with better manners than a certain person." she mutters under her breath, her words for the nanny only.

Tyara blinks at Thesy. Swawa, better manners than anyone? Impossible. "Shuffle riders around?" the nanny asks instead, peering at Thesy with some interest. Like she was proposing before, perhaps? Or perhaps not...

Pyrene twists around to glare at Thesy. "Oh, so we'll have a little dig at my manners now, will we?" she hisses--and rather helping the bluerider's case. "What's /up/ with you Thesy? And stop taking it out on me!" Another glare and she turns back to the rail.

Thesy nods at Tyara and settles down relaxedly, "Zephyr's had a couple of injuries last Fall and I need to replace them. That's why I was looking for Areiah." Crossing her legs in a pointedly casual way she grins mockingly at Pyrene, "Well, that's what I did yesterday? And obviously things haven't changed until now." The bluerider leans back, getting the more relaxed as the nanny gets agitated, and rests her ching in a propped up hand, "Nothing's /up/ with me, Pyrene and I'm certainly am not taking anything out on you. It's just, well, your manners have been a lot better than they are lately. So why don't you tell me what's up with /you/?"

"Aha." Tyara sighs, a little disappointed it was merely that, then frowns, glancing from 'rider to head nanny. Faranth, proddiness seems to be rubbing off on /everyone/ indeed. "Hrm, Pyrene is very busy these days," she says in an attempt to stand up for her friend - and her profession.

Pyrene gives Thesy a withering look. "Well, it's funny, but people tend to be a lot more courteous if you don't throw groundless accusations at them," she observes darkly, making no attempt to lower her voice now. "And as Tyara says... I'm very busy, so just do your homework in the future before casting aspersions on what sort of job I'm doing." Her voice attempts cool nonchalance, but there's an enraged quiver belying it.

"S'ok, Tyara, no need to jump in for her. I won't bite," a faint smile goes Tyara's way before attention is focused again on the headnanny though this time there's no mocking grin on the bluerider's face but again that steely edge in her voice, "More courteous, hm? May I remind you that it was you who was so impolite as to interrupt a private conversation I had with Areiah with your comment no one had asked for? Also /I/ was brought up in a way that you aren't to break into a conversation of people who are, in what way ever, your superiors?" Inwardly groaning since Thesy simply hates to pull rank she, nevertheless, continues, "So who's to do their homework now?" She raises a hand to keep Pyrene from answering in a rush, "Think well before you answer me, girl, because I could make life quite uncomfortable for you when I'm forced to."

Tyara straightens in her seat, not at all soothed by the bluerider's words. "Hrm, and what does interrupting a conversation have to do with childcare?" she inquires, out of naive curiosity of course... Eyes flicker to Pyrene, silently telling the head nanny not to say anything, ah, too insulting.

Pyrene stiffens suddenly and her back goes very straight, while her head is held very high. "Superiors who /were/ once my friends, Wingleader," she says, voice soft and cold as snow. "Just as Tyara is my friend and is ready to stand up for me, all rank aside. And while you may lead your wing as you like, you are not responsible for /me/. If you have a complaint about the way I handle my job then by all means explain your reasoning fully--but /I/ was given this job because nobody else wanted it, and just because /I/ was never so fortunate to Impress a dragon on those sands down there does not give you the right to tell /me/ what to do."

"Is that so, hm?" Thesy cocks her head, somehow admiring the way the nanny's defending herself, "Well, then let me tell you something. As wingleader I may not be responsible for you" and Faranth knows how grateful Thesy is for this, "but no one, /no one/ is yelling at me the way you did yesterday." A thoughtful expression crosses her face and she pauses briefly, too briefly for Pyrene to throw anything in, "You want to know what my complaint is? That's easily told. I think you're giving all the kids a very bad example, if you let your temper get the better of you. How do you expect them to behave properly, if you can't restrain yourself? Shhhhh!" Again she holds up a hand, noting the sparkle in the nanny's eyes, "I understand that you may be overworked, that those brats drive you to the verge of madness and you that you might have had a bad day. Still," and now the bluerider's voice becomes even more emphatical, "You're in charge, you're supposed to /teach/ them proper manners. But you can't do that, if you behave like a spoiled brat yourself, even if that happens only occasionally. And one more thing, Pyrene. It's because I /am/ your friend that I'm talking to you like this and here. Think about it."

"The /kids/ don't need bad examples to behave badly," points out Tyara, whose eyebrows are drawn more and more together in a dark scowl. "As if the /riders/ set good examples, drinking, yelling and changing weyrs like we change glowbaskets??" The nanny hmphs, crossing her arms. She looks at Thesy rather than Pyrene, figuring that the head nanny will have a really biting and acid comeback to that.

"Tyara, please," Thesy shakes her head at the other nanny, "Just let it be, ok? Pyrene's perfectly able to talk for herself and, besides, we're talking manners here, not a way of life."

Pyrene stares for a long moment at Thesy and then suddenly bends over Poldhu, fussing at the agitated lizard gently. "Well, thank-you Thesy...." she murmurs softly. Not biting and acid at all. Continuing to attend to the blue lizard on her lap, she continues: "I suppose I should try and emulate you, should I Thesy? Snapping at people when they simply try to relax by teasing their friends... Did you ever stop to imagine what your life might have been liked if you /hadn't/ been Searched and Impressed at the first clutch after you came? If you'd watched all your friends Impress instead.... If over the turns you continued to watch your friends Impress while no dragon looked at you twice, until they all outranked you? Until they got to the point where they could pull rank on you and Search you just for the heck of it? While you were stuck with the job nobody else wanted, and were then told that you weren't even any good at /that/?" She stops abruptly, vaguely aware that she's not really making much of a point.

Abruptly Thesy jumps and hastily closes the short distance between her and Pyrene. Flopping into the seat beside her she puts and arm around, giving the slumped shoulder a sound squeeze, "So that's all about it, isn't it?" A deep sigh escapes her and her free hand grabs Pyrene's, Why, for Faranth's sake didn't you ever tell, Pyrene? Why had you to bottle it up like that?" All the anger and resentment that still might have been somewhere in her mind are gone now that the girl has, rather unexpectedly, revealed the reason for some of her behaviour. Backing away a little to be able to catch Pyrene's glance she then asks in a soft voice that does nothing to hide her worry, "Is it that bad?" and answering her question without waiting, I suppose it must be. I'm sorry, I've never given it the thought I should've been."

Pyrene pulls away from the bluerider impatiently, her composure recovered. "Oh, c'mon Thesy. It's not like it'd take a genius to work it out?" Not from Pyrene's side of affairs anyway. "And, of course it's not that bad. At least not until you started telling me I was a terrible nanny... Before that, at least I thought I was useful for /something/." Suddenly brisk and a little chagrined at her outburst she cocks her head at Tyara. "There are worse things than nannying, right Tyara? Or so we keep telling ourselves."

Tyara arches an eyebrow, staying on her nice, neutral seat. "Hrm, tunnelsnakes in your cot are worse," she mumbles, shifting a little. Just wait till someone starts critisizing her work, oh Faranth, that'll be fun.

So, so ... Pyrene's already regretting that she has said anything? Since the nanny's pulled away from her Thesy folding her arms in front of her and leans back. "Yes, you're perfectly right that it doesn't take a genius." she nods gravely, some of her bad consciousness showing in her eyes, "but unfortunately there were so many things happening at the time that I didn't know what to think about first." A shoulder is lifted in a selfdepriciating shrug, "I know that is no excuse, still. So again, I'm sorry, Pyrene for not having been the friend you had needed at the time." Not that Pyrene would have made it easy for the bluerider by letting her know, of course. "And I never said you were a terrible nanny, now did I? All I said - and with good reason - that you were giving a bad example. Sometimes."

Pyrene just isn't used to blueriders being nice to her? Plus she likes to think that she's 'over' not Impressing after so many turns. "Thes, really. You don't have to be sorry. And I suppose that I can try to set a better example..." she says quietly. She glances at the bluerider then and her voice suddenly loses its world-weary tone for one of uncertainty. "Am I really that bad? Have other people been saying too?" She glances anxiously to Tyara as well, "Have you heard anything?"

Tyara's scowls has cleared up and gives way to a slightly concerned look instead. "Only the brats," she assures Pyrene, smiling slightly. "And no-one takes them seriously." WHich of course could be bad if Pyrene really was evil...

C'mon!", now it's Thesy getting impatient, running her fingers through her hair, tousling it even more than usual, "of course, you're not /that/ bad and no, nobody did say anything, at least not to me." And even if someone did, the bluerider certainly wouldn't mention it now that things look like getting back to normal. "It's just ...." dark brows furrow as Thesy's searching for the right words, "it's just that ...." giving up her trying to find something nice to say, she throws up her hands and she adds, somewhat abruptly, "it's just that you've got such a devilish temper!"

Pyrene rolls her eyes at Tyara and then grins at Thesy's last words. "You've noticed? I think it's a little late for me to build up a sweet-natured reputation Thes, and besides... that devilish temper is good for keeping the brats in line. Anyway, I'll try and work on my respect to my friends in front of the children then..." A pause and she eyes the rider again. "You sure you're OK though? Because I swear that I wasn't doing anything /that/ bad last night and you leapt on me."

Lis comes up the stairs.

Lis
Lis' oval-shaped face is filled out with a pleasant pudginess that adolescence couldn't melt away, upturned nose sitting 'tween mud-puddle brown eyes. Half-spirals of brass unwind into soft waves just above her shoulders, trimmed for practical riding purposes but long enough to satisfy her vanity. Skin fades to a honey'd alabaster, pouring over her now-smooth face and peeking out at her hands when not covered by riding gloves; the rest of her not-quite-tall body garbed in pink.
The same foxy magenta of Alymath's straps is toned down to a feminine pink in Lis' leathers. Simple and practical, the saccharine sweetness clings to her form just enough to fit - no skin-tight outfit here. Palest sugary syrup drizzles out in tapered sleeves and cuffs, the latter tucked into a pair of boots that blush a deeper red and the former into matching gloves. Toes are scuffed, as with much of the leather; anywhere that once needed ample padding is now rough with exertions of someone else's past Turns, soft and furry. Kythe clings desperately to claw holds in Lis's outermost shirt, though it doesn't seem to bother Lis too much.
High Reaches Weyr's blue and black are brand spankin' new, displayed proudly on a double-corded knot threaded through with pinkish Alymath-green. Two tassels denote her the Senior Weyrling Wingleader, one blue and one black - in spite of a certain lifemate's suggestions.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Carrying:
Kythe
Lis is 20 Turns and 2 months old.

Nickailah comes up the stairs.

Thesy returns Pyrene's grin imperturbably, only the faintest of reds blossoming on those tanned cheeks, "Guess you're right and I overreacted a little." Which is not hard knowing Pyrene. "But right now at least five greens are almost at the height of proddiness ..." She trails of, winking at the nanny, "So go figure that out for yourself and be happy for once you're not a rider. It's not all fun and glory, believe me."

Lylia comes up the stairs.

Lylia
A pair of piercing, forest-green eyes stare out from a pale face, the orbs reflecting her relaxed yet mischievious personality. Her reddish-blond hair is in a slightly loose braid going past her shoulders. A few stray wisps that escape the plait frame either side of her face. She seems to give off a sense of tranquility, but the grin that seems to constantly be creeping up gives the impression that she can't stand life to be boring. The rest of her body is a bit skinny to appear anything but awkward on the tall girl, even while standing still. Surprisingly, her movements show subtle grace.
A soft, thick shirt of royal blue hangs on her torso, obviously a bit to large for her fairly thin frame. Hugging her hips, and stretching down to a pair of dust black boots, are a pair of black trousers, clean and appearing neatly mended in a few spots. The pants seem a little strange on her. A bit tight at the waist, yet fitting her legs a bit too loosely. A black belt loops around her waist, worn with time, but is the part of the outfit that seems to fit. Perched on Lylia's shoulder is Solo.
Dark cerulean and coal-black cords twist together, forming a single loop. A small tail hangs down from the pristine knot, and proudly attached is a tassle of blue and black, marking her as a sr. weyrling wingsecond for the High Reaches Weyr. A single, murky brown ribbon is loosely woven into the knot, blending in with the other dark shades.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 2 minutes.
Carrying:
Endymion Solo
Spooky Brown Origami Flit
Lylia is 17 Turns, 8 months, and 21 days old.

Nickailah looks around "hello?"

Nickailah has disconnected.
Nickailah falls asleep.

Nuff trundles in from the Peek-A-Boo Ledge.

Nuff
Those obnoxious gold ringlets are back and tumble down around this rosy-cheeked cherub in a perfectly divine halo of treacle and amber. If not truly angelic, at least she may look the seraph's part from broody heather-violet eyes to bottled-sunlight smile; riderhood and certain other, newfound activities have pared Nuff-fat till she's merely pleasantly plump, and the beginnings of grace have found her form along with Tiareth's. Just the beginnings, mind.
Amber satin trims her lavender tunic, piping the cuffs of full sleeves before bursting up the billowing arms in angular designs of thin golden thread. The neck is high and loose, tied with indigo twine that matches the near-black hue of her skin-tight trous. Black boots complete the outfit and their heels wink purple tinted metallic sequins.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 3 minutes.
Nuff is 37 Turns, 10 months, and 15 days old.

Pyrene winces faintly at Thesy's words and chuckles ruefully. "Oh don't worry... I thank my stars every time a green goes up that at least I don't get the emotions from chasing too..." She glances to the others who have entered and tries to look relaxed. "Lylia... Lis... and Nuff?" She risks a peek out on the sands again. No, no eggs. "It's normally so quiet around here too..." she observes wryly.

Nuff hops off the ledge and into the galleries, humming a merry little Nuffish sort of song. Attending her are assorted children, firelizards, two canines and one suspicious looking feline pacing the ledge above. "On with you, go on", she says to the gaggle of blond-curled, blue-eyed children. "What, quiet Pyrene? Surely you jest."

Lis cringes a bit at the mention of proddy - /not/ her favorite subject, nope. Brushing snow off her leathers where it's starting to melt, she raises her head amid brassy waves to chirp a "H'lo!" to Pyrene.

A squeak, a squawk... Lylia edges into the galleries. Emerald eyes peek cautiously about. Yep, she's in a shy little mood today. "I saw s'meone heading this way. I followed... And came up here?" Ly puzzles for a moment, before shrugging slightly, bounding over to take a seat. "An' it's warm."

Tyara just hrms as Lis appears. Oh thank you Faranth for sending proddy greenriders her way. "Afternoon Lylia, Nuff... Lis." She couldn't get away with ignoring her.

Thesy laughs, "But I'm sure it rubs off on weyrfolk, too?" She winks at the nanny, reaching out a hand, palm up, "Friends again? Oh, hello Nuff!" Stunned the bluerider becomes aware of weyrlings, children, people she doesn't even know and .... Nuff! When did they all come up here, a place usually empty except when there's a clutch on the Sands.

Pyrene nods calmly to Nuff. "Yes, quiet. And warm... I always come up here in the winter when there's no eggs on the sands if I want a break." She eyes the children askance, but with a glance to Thesy, makes no comment. See? She can be taught! She's more worried about Lis anyway, having picked up on Tyara's attitude to the greenling.

The children follow some nameless piper down out of the galleries, at least Nuff's herd does, taking the twin canines and most of the firelizards witht hem. This leaves just Nuff, ratty old Fish who perches as a grumble of gold around the weyrwoman's shoulders, and the feline, still pacing. Nuff just grins at everyone, nodding hellos, hi-heys, and pleasedtomeetchas. "S'good to have friends."

Pyrene quietly takes Thesy's hand briefly. "Alright... but don't think you're getting a sweetstick," she mutters with soft wickedness to the bluerider.

"What, Tyara? I'm not going to bite your head off..." The greenling has to get that out of the way first before siddling dangerously towards the nanny. "S'not as if I'm /proddy/ or anything." A lop-sided beam is tossed in the said nanny's direction, Lis poking fun at her abhorrence in attempt to evade bad vibes. Having said enough, she flops herself happily into a seat. Ooh, almost warm, that.

Idari comes up the stairs.

Idari
She is a fair skinned young woman, average in height. Her hair is a slightly wavy, smooth blonde with streaks of brighter gold running through it. It falls down and collects in slight curls at her shoulders. Her eyes contrast with the rest of her pale appearence--they are a dark, midnight blue and seem to absrob light--but they are not unwelcoming. Despite her slight frame she stands with confidence and strength. She seems to move with purpose, giving the impression that she thinks carefully before she acts.
She is clothed in a plain blue dress with long sleeves. It's fabric is heavy, just right for a cold winter. A heavy light yellow sweater obscures the top of the dress, while the rest hangs down, nearly touching the floor in thick folds. She has on boots that are their original, natural color--they just peek out from Idari's long dress.
Idari wears the knot of a High Reaches Weyrfolk.
She is awake and looks alert.
Idari is 16 Turns, 10 months, and 27 days old.

Strawberry comes up the stairs.

Meeping happily to herself, Lylia decides that edging closer to Lis might be the fun thing to do. Grinning at the greenling, a faint evilness inhabits the smirk as she overhears the comment. "With Alymath's /interesting/ behavior, it'll be hard to tell when she is." Poor Druseth hath suffered so...

Tyara sends Lylia a grin. She loves that girl! "Yes, you're quite right, Lylia, my dear," she nods, sending Lis a mock-sad smile.

"Thank you very much," Thesy grins at the nanny, "I guess riders with sticky fingers won't do, right?" But her attention is caught by Lylia's comment about Alymath. What has /that/ green been up to again? Sardrinth's devilish flirting with that dragonet is still a thing worrying the bluerider.

Pyrene grins faintly at Idari as she comes up the stairs. "If you were looking for peace... it's not here." Careful glances are sent between Lis, Lylia--and Thesy too, and the nanny edges a little away from them and towards safer types like, er, Tyara and Nuff. If only by comparison. "The weyrlings /are/ about eighteen months old now, aren't they?" she supposes out loud.

Lis lets out one of her long-suffering sighs when someone chooses to mention her lifemate. "If there's anything good that might come out of her flight, it might be getting that behavior out of her system." Mud-puddle eyes roll dramatically, arms folded pinkly across her chest with another long sigh and a glare at Pyrene. /Don't/ remind her.

Nuff acks as one of her Nufflets wanders out on the Sands, even empty ones. "Shards, better stop that now."

Lylia is loved. Giving a radiant smile back at Tyara, the brownrider merely gives another little shrug. "Not quite.... Fifteen, sixteen? My counting's a little muddled today." Her wingleader does get a sympathetic grin... "It could. Might calm her a bit." Yeah. Right.

Nuff goes out.

Idari shoots a grin at Pyrene and sits, crossing her arms in an attempt to hurry up the thawing process.

Tyara arches an eyebrow in Lis' direction, smirking to the closer-edging Pyrene. "Calm her? You mean, encourage her to do it every so often?" Smirk, smirk.

Pyrene nudges Tyara. "First rule in weyr life--well, one of the main ones if not the /first/... Don't tease proddy riders. You'll only regret it..." See? Sometimes she'll come to Lis' defence. "Is it still cold out then Idari? Ugh... maybe I can just camp down here for the night."

Lis now swings her almost-intimidating glare at Tyara. "I'm not encouraging anything. I'm just hoping she gets over it!" It, of course, being the phase the greenling has made her lifemate's flirting out to be. "I'm still not looking forward to it." Aw, look; Tyara made Lis go and sulk.

Tyara just chuckles slightly, sending Lis a glance that can only be taken for being pure evil. Well, maybe a teasing evil, but still. "She will get over it, Lis. Until she rises again. And again." Smirk. Oh, if Lis' way of putting it should make Tyara regret Pyrene has it all wrong.

Idari nods. "Cold out, yes." She says, returning from her reverie.

Sniffle. Lylia peers over at her wingleader... Poor lil Lis. "But maybe she'll mature within the next few months and grow a bit more serene." See? Ly can be helpful too. "And you should be nicer Tyara... Lest we riders stick you with more brats to care for." Smirk. She's a brownling angel, really.

Pyrene edges away from Tyara now. That area's probably not going to be safe for much longer. "Fine... well you can badger the poor girl to death, but I'm not going to have any part in it," she declares, and pulls out a sweetstick. "Go on Thes, you can have one after all?" she offers to the bluerider. She has a couple she's kept on hand for good girls.

Thesy chuckles lowly, shaking her head at the exchange between Lis and Tyara and gets to her feet, "Well, I have to find Areiah or Zephyr will have to fly Fall understaffed. I'll see y'all later then." Chuckles turns into laughter at Pyrene's offer, "Thanks but no, thanks. I'm not really fond of those. But we could have a cup of that mulled wine in the living cavern a little later? That it, if you can take another break then."

Pyrene grins and stands as the bluerider does, taking the sweetstick for herself. "Mulled wine sounds good yes..." If Thesy could tug C'lan out of his weyr, that might be even better, but it'll do. "I'll see you lot later... Bye."