The Dragonriders of Pern® is a trademark, Registered U.S. Patent & Trademark Office, of Anne McCaffrey. These are recorded sessions, generated by Harper's Tale MOO in September, 1998, for the benefit of members unable to attend. Logged by Pyrene.

Jealousy

[This takes place soon after Pyrene impressed Kynance, adding a brown fire lizard to her previously exclusively blue fair (i.e. Gunwalloe and Poldhu).]

Monday, September 28th

Runnertrack
   A vast oval dirt track bordered both within and without by a bright white fence.  Within the inner fence is a sandy exhibition ring. 
   It is a winter late night. 
 You see Silver Charm, FireStorm, Myst, Wildfire, Aljan, Champion, Wine Spirits, Mimi, Ginger, Saxton, and Felis here.
 Flarra and Dalaynia are here.
 Obvious exits:
 Up

 Gunwalloe springs from ::between:: looking around for excitement.

 Flarra grins at the sight of the little blue circling around above her and offers a forearm, "Hi there little one.."

 Gunwalloe practically pounces on Flarra and proceeds to make a huge fuss of her.

 Flarra blinks at the little blue's unusual actions, "Whats the matter Wal?" Hand reaching up and stroking the little firelizard's eyeridges..

 Gunwalloe croons pitifully, eyes whirling a pathetic shade of lavender, and rubs her cheek.

At the weyr: Noticing a bit of confidence creep up on Areiah, Delion gives  her a good hard look. "wow we have a lot in common.. New to the weyr and no flit.." he gives her a gentle smile "Anything else?"

 Flarra reaches up and strokes the little blue's head, "Aww.. Poor Wal.. What happened?" She asks softly, noting his lavender eyes and pitiful croon..

At the weyr: Pyrene grins, "I saw that too. I've kept mine so far, although sometimes they disappear for days on end. And Kynance wasn't exactly welcomed with open wings." She chuckles wryly, while both lizards give matching snorts. And then glare at each other. Pyrene just watches the two humans: flirting is /the/ spectator sport.

 Dalaynia blinks as she peers up at the "lizard and then at Flarra as she finishes brushing Wine off from her racing "Have any idea what might be wrong?"

At the weyr: Areiah nods faintly in acknowledgement of the shared interests, brilliant blue eyes taking the time to examine his features now. Relaxed still is not a word that would describe the girl, but less skittish fits rather well. "I've a sibling, a sister, my twin." she replies, lips quirking into a half-smile.

 Gunwalloe chitters agitatedly at them both and then flips his wings to his back with a harrumph. Plainly he's happier here than wherever he's just come from.

At the weyr: Pyrene perks up, curious, "A twin? Identical?" Then she remembers she's supposed to be fading into the background and shuts up.

At the weyr: Delion gives Areiah a smile and a shake of the head "A sister huh? Well I cant believe that there can be two of something so good" He places his left hand under his chin and doesnt let his eyes leave Areiah

 Flarra looks over at Dalay and shakes her head, "Nope.. Not a clue.. He just popped out o' between and practicly attacked me.." Hand reaching down to her belt pouch and removing a small bit of Wherry to help calm the little blue.

 Gunwalloe takes the meat with unusual daintiness, and even eats neatly. Wal? Manners? He's plotting something...

At the weyr: Areiah nods to Pyrene, smile broadening the slightest bit. "Yes. Mirror image at birth, though she's a bit more muscular than I by now, I'd bet; she's working with the Minecraft with our father." she states. Good, a nice, safe topic. Should be fine so long as she doesn't bring up bathing again. Delion's compliment wins a faint chuckle and she shakes her head slowly, no comment made in reply.

At the weyr: Delion  shrugs slightly and sits back in his chair "What other secrets do you have about yourself Areiah?"

 Dalaynia watches the blue a moment or two "Hmm seems to eat that a bit neater then some of mine do" She says with a grins, shout about the only one who eats neatly is her bronze fella

At the weyr: Pyrene nods, looking faintly disappointed at a safe subject. Maybe if she keeps quiet they'll go back to it. And maybe if she ignores her flits they won't suddenly leap at each other's throats.

 Flarra grins at the little blue and then turns back to Dalay, "I think he's upset because Pyrene's recent Impression.. She Impressed a little brown naught but two nights ago, I believe.."

At the weyr: "Secrets?" Areiah echoes softly, tone conveying her curiousity. "How do you mean, secrets?" A glance is spared for Pyrene, gaze imploring for assistance. "I try not to keep things from people whenever possible.."

 Gunwalloe actually growls deep in his throat, eyes flashing red. Then he catches himself and croons pitifully at Flarra again. Poor, little, helpless, unloved blue.

 Dalaynia grins "Aye that can do it alright, though none of mine have been too jealous thankfully"

At the weyr: Squinting his eyes and leaning forward again trying to regain himself, Delion smiles "Well anything about you I dont know about you, which is almost everything. Why you here at the Weyr? What is your ideas for your future" he lowers his voice and covers his mouth slightly "Are you seeing anyone?" he mumbles

 Mukhtar soars down from out of nowhere and quietly alights on a perch to watch.

At the weyr: Delion  pretends to cough

At the weyr: Pyrene sighs and responds to Areiah's tacit plea. "You did just meet her Delion, If she has any secrets shouldn't you get to know her better before expecting her to tell you." Oh, wait... that could backfire, couldn't it? Oh, well. Back to watching.

 Flarra reaches up, handing another bit of wherry up to Wal, other hand absently reaching up to stroke the little blues eyeridges some more.. "Poor little Wal.. You can stay here with us for now, isn't that right Dalay?" She adds, grinning slightly..

 Gunwalloe chitters idly at the other blue.
 You project: <<blue good, Best.>>

At the weyr: Areiah widens her eyes in surprise, laughing softly at the flurry of questions. "I'm here at the Weyr because my application to the Weavercraft was turned down.. my ideas for the future? Well, to live here, quite obviously, and eventually learn the ropes enough to lend a hand." she answers, light, inconspicuous movements of her hands accompanying the words. Pyrene's attempt at assistance does little to ease Areiah's nerves, her eyes betraying this all too well as she looks toward the young woman briefly, a rueful grin on her lips.

At the weyr: Sticking his head out of Pyrene's hair briefly, Kynance trills abruptly at the assembled, deciding that he's been ignored for long enough. Maybe her flit can succeed where Pyrene failed.

At the weyr: Allyson wanders with one hand protectively placed on her stomach in from the Central Bowl.

At the weyr: Delion  chuckles in amusement "You are interested in weaving?" He looks down at his simple clothes and spreads his arms "Any suggestions?"

 Gunwalloe chirps at Flarra with smug delight, flapping his wings in her hair. Small doubt about his opinion on the matter then.

At the weyr: Pyrene waves to Allyson. "Evening," she murmurs quietly to the older girl, a gentle smile on her face.

At the weyr: Areiah lifts an eyebrow, struggling to manage a serious gaze as she scrutinizes Delion's garments. "Well.. honestly.. you may wish to trade the pale yellow of that tunic for something a bit darker. Blue, green.. anything like that. It'd suit the trousers a bit better." she says, and while speaking, seems once more to gain a flicker of confidence. She gazes to the newest arrival and smiles tentatively, nodding silent greeting to the young woman.

At the weyr: Allyson smiles and nodnods to Pyrene.  "Hihi," she says softly, finding a table and a mug of hot water.  "How're you??" she asks.

At the weyr: Poldhu suddenly scolds everybody and takes to the air.

At the weyr: Poldhu suddenly disappears ::between::!

At the weyr: Still holding his eyes on  Areiah  nods about her suggestion. "Green.. I would like that. I will purchase a tunic or shirt from you if you are willing to put your expertise to work" he gives her a soft smile

 Poldhu bounces in from ::between::!

 Dalaynia calls up to Mukhtar who slips silently down to report in.

At the weyr: Pyrene yawns and grins at Ally, "tired," she gestures to the brown, "this little one's keeping me up for feeding." She sighs half in relief at Pol's departure and nudges Allyson's attention to the other two. "they're flirting." she mutters, with a wicked grin.

 Poldhu drops uninvited to Flarra's other shoulder and chatters rapidly at Wal, before also crooning at Flarra and rubbing his head against her cheek.

At the weyr: Delion  eyes dart over to Pyrene. His first blush tonight comes over his face "Umm..." He chokes and coughs at the same time totally embarassed.

At the weyr: Allyson giggles softly, green eyes misting over as she thinks of her love.  "Silli people," she whispers to Pyrene.

At the weyr: "Purchase? Oh, no, I couldn't take your marks. Really. Expertise, I don't know about, but I wouldn't mind if you really wanted a new tunic in dark green fabric." Areiah offers softly, returning the smile finally. Then, recalling what training she has managed to pick up, she widens her eyes, blush flaming up again. "I.. I'd have to take your measurements at the shoulders, sides, chest and waist to have it fit comfortably, though.." And this admission comes almost reluctantly, gaze swinging immediately to Pyrene. "Flirting?" she asks incredulously, raising an eyebrow once again. She shakes her head quickly, clearing her throat for what seems like the fifth time that minute.

At the weyr: BluePrints suddenly and quietly blinks in from the land of ::between::!

At the weyr: Allyson calls to BluePrints, who glides over and lands on her shoulder, wrapping his tail around her neck.

At the weyr: Pyrene is in wholehearted agreement with Allyson. she just wishes she'd said it more quietly. "Yep, this is Delion and Areiah who only just met each other," May as well go the whole hog now, "You two lovestruck wherries, this is Allyson." Introductions duly made she sits back again to watch.

 Flarra grins as she watches Pyrene's other blue land on her other shoulder and hands him a bit of Wherry, reaching up to stroke his eyeridges as well, "Aww, poor Pol.. You having trouble too?"

At the weyr: Delion attempts to regains himself at the sound of Areiahs voice "Mea.. Measurements yes..." he clears his throat and pats his face softly trying to make the color dissapear

At the weyr: Allyson giggles softly before she stands to curtsie to the two lovestruck wherries.  "Lady Allyson of JaydeHold," she says softly.

 Poldhu looks even more pathetic than Wal did, having a natural gift for it. A heartrending creel emerges, and his head rests against Flarra's chin, so that she can feel those pathetic sighs emerging.

[It took a sevenday for Pyrene to register that Wal and Pol had been absent for longer than usual, when Delion asked her to have one of them take a message to the herder hall. She tried calling them and Poldhu came in the hope that she had given up Kynance. When he saw that this wasn't the case he had to be bribed with a cookie by Delion to stay long enough for the message to be fastened to him. All this was supposed to be logged too, but I messed up]

Wednesday September 30th

Poldhu snatches the cookie and gobbles it down, distracted just long enough for Pyrene to finish tying the letter to him. He then swoops over to Delion and circles his head briefly, pointedly ignoring Pyrene.

 Poldhu suddenly disappears ::between::!

 :::BETWEEN!:::
You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::... absolute darkness surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you... you wait, and count...
 Black...
 Blacker...
 Blackest...

 HerderCraft Store
 A long, narrow counter is set against the far wall always with an apprentice lurking somwhere behind it cleaning tack, sweeping or taking inventory. The right side of the wall is dedicated to rows upon rows of bridles, saddles, leads, halters and crops. Piled on shelves are blankets in every hue, gaily woven collars, saddle soap, bowls, brushes, combs and any number of items all kept clean and neat. The space is rather cramped with feed bins taking up a lot of floor space as well as pet cages piled in pyramid shapes. From behind a closed door behind the counter a few yips and yaps can be heard and the sign on the counter reads, Pet Returns.
 The store is meticulously clean with all the tack hung and oiled, floor swept, and blankets carefully folded and stacked.
 Gliding around are HeartsBlood, Chambry, and Tawno.
 You see Runner Tack Shelf, Shelf of Cages, Collar and Leash Board, Crate of Toys, and Price List here.
 Dalaynia, Kabes, and Sariani are here.
 Obvious exits:
 Out

 Poldhu bounces in from ::between::!

At the weyr: Delion  smiles "thank you Pyrene"

At the weyr: for now, Conlan's singlemindedly intent upon his breakfast. And it's good.

 Kabes glances up at the circling blue "Hello Poldhu. what brings you here?"

At the weyr: Pyrene looks up at the space where Pol vanished thoughtfully. "I think he's jealous..." Catches on quick doesn't she? she turns to Nyara with a frown. "Too many cookies? How?"

 Poldhu chitters agitatedly at Kabes, then remembers and settles to his shoulder, grumpily holding out one leg so that the offending message can be removed.

 Kabes unties the message "thank you Poldhu" he places the message in his pocket and rubs the lizards head "Whats the matter Pyrene treating you bad " he grins at the lizard

 Poldhu chirps in agreement, and settles himself comfortably on Kabes' shoulder. Much better now.

 Kabes  continues to stroke the lizard as he removes the letter from his pocket "Hmmmm" he scans the letter quickly "Dalaynia I am going to need your assistance"

 Dalaynia laughs as she see's the blue again "Flarra though he might be jealous" she says as she rolls her eyes silly think "What do you need Kabes?"

 Poldhu isn't jealous. Really. Some people need to get their priorities straight, that's all.

 Kabes reads the letter one more time carefully to himself "Well I have a order here for a feline, I have yet to accept a order from anyone so...." He glances at Dalaynia

 Dalaynia nods softly "It's quite easy really, just record the information down and make sure a jman gets it"

[That evening: When Pol doesn't return from his errand, Pyrene decides to go down to the herder hall to look for him.]

High Reaches living caverns

 Aislynn stands and sweeps her arms over herself, chest puffed out proudly. "I'm a /gold/, of course." Then that little index finger returns to her cheek, and she sits back down. "I can't believe you couldn't tell." She leans her elbow on the table, resting her face so that her finger presses even more deeply into her cheek. "See how pretty I glow?"

 Pyrene waves absently as she wanders to the table and places several meatrolls into her bag, "Gold? glow?"

 Conlan doesn't flush, he doesn't. Olive skin doesn't show a blush. And how would Aislynn know why gold glows, anyway? "I figured you would be gold, but I wanted to make sure." Pyrene's entrance is almost, almost a relief. "Aislynn was being a dragon and fighting Thread," he explains.

 Aislynn nods eagerly, her finger still pressed into her cheek. "I'm saving Pern," she declares matter-of-factly. "From Thread," she adds.

 Pyrene considers this and nods. "Whatever, I'll see you later then." She puts on her jacket, looking somewhat relieved at escaping the madness.

 It wouldn't do to save Pern from, oh, winged herdbeasts. But Conlan is too easily lost in daydreams. "Pyrene, there's plenty of klah," he notes, too mildly. "Have some?"

 Pyrene shakes her head making a face. "Yuck! Conlan..." Whine, whine, whine.

 [I supposedly take a dragon to Ista's herder hall]

Herder Hall Courtyard

 Flarra brushes off Poldhu, who falls reluctantly off her shoulder and into the air.

 Pyrene jumps off the dragon and catches sight of Flarra, "Hi!! Have you seen Kabes any... Oh! /You've/ got them!" She glares at her firelizards, who glare back at her. Or more specifically at Kynance who, in turn, glares at them. It's a glare-o-rama! Or something.

 Wine Spirits prances lightly in from the center of the valley.

 Wine Spirits prances lightly to the Riding Ring.

 Flarra
 A young woman about five feet, eight inches tall with a well muscled medium to large frame. Her face is softly framed with rich dark brown colored hair, which only reaches to her shoulders, tickling the back of her neck. Her somewhat close-set eyes are a deep emerald color and burn with a mysterious intensity, set on a oval shaped face. Just below her eyes is a small well-shaped nose, although her skin is fair, there is a faint sprinkling of freckles spreading from her nose to her cheeks.
 The brilliance of a tropical sunrise is dyed into soft cotton; shades of red fire merge with vivid yellows in a roughly circular pattern over an oversized, open-front tunic with long loose sleeves.  Worn over a plain white shirt that stretches taut over Flarra's chest, a crimson ribbon laces across the front in a criss-cross pattern between the vermillion-swirled panels. A black belt of shiny, smooth leather catches the loose overtunic around her slender waist before it falls to mid-thigh over the baggy scarlet trous that billow around her legs.  The light cotton pants are gathered at her ankles, where a braided band of brightly-coloured twine separates them from the plain hemp sandals on her feet. A glint of firey red on Flarra's finger catches your eye. A fine silver necklet surrounds her neck. On the necklet is a silver Runner charm with a piece of Tigereye. This necklet is worn proudly to display the fact that a certain Journeywoman mentors Flarra. Strapped around Flarra's waist is a belt with an attached knife and pouch. Flarra's Pack hangs heavily from Flarra's shoulder. Keeping watch from Flarra's shoulder is Gunwalloe.
 The double cord, single looped knot worn proudly on Flarra's shoulder indentifies her to be an Apprentice at the Herder Crafthall.
 She is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
 Carrying:
  Red Star Ring                           Flarra's Pack
  R Charm                                 Gunwalloe
  Flarra's Knife                         
 Flarra is 17 Turns and 4 days old.

 Flarra laughs as she stands up from one of the stone benches, "Oh, Hi Pyrene.. You mean your little blues?" she says grinning slightly, pointing to the one on her shoulder and the one flying around, "They've been with for a couple days now.."

 Dalaynia walks slowly and quielty in from the Riding Ring.

 Dalaynia walks slowly and quielty to the Main Archway.

 Pyrene frowns at her cousin. "I was beginning to think they'd gone wild on me! I managed to get Pol to come to me today to take a message here, but I haven't heard anything from Wal for days!" OK, so she only registered this fact today, but still.

 Flarra hmmms, "I'd say they're a bit upset about something.. When they came to me they were really upset about something.. It took /two/ pieces of wherry to calm little Wal here down enough to even land on my shoulder.." She says, pointing first to the little blue on her shoulder and then to the little brown on her cousin's shoulder, "Perhaps /he's/ the trouble?"

 Pyrene twists her mouth ruefully. "Well, I think they could be a little bit jealous... When I tried to speak to Pol today, all I got were confused images of blue and brown. But I don't know what to do about it." She holds out an arm to Poldhu, who chitters anxiously at her, but hesitates to land.

 Sticking his head out of Pyrene's hair briefly, Kynance warbles brightly at both girls, adding a trill just to greet Flarra.

 Flarra hmms and just shrugs slightly, not so hard as to disturb little Wal, "I really haven't had much experience with 'lizards so I really don't know what to tell you.." She gives a little grins at the sight of the little brown peering out of her cousin's hair, "Ahh, so /thats/ the little trouble maker.. Hmmm.. he's a rather cute little fellow isn't he?"

 Poldhu squawks at flarra in horror, while Wal just gives her a /look/. Kynance retreats into Pyrene's hair and does the flit approximation of a smirk.

 Pyrene begins to catch on, and she openly gives Ky a warning look before holding her arm up to Pol again. "C'mon, Pol, I miss you. You can play with Ky now that he's a bit older." Both lizards give her a look of sheer horror, which she ignores, "And as for you Wal, you know I need you at the weyr. Who's going to protect me from the big blues?" She looks hopefully at Flarra while she wheedles, back me up here, will you?

 Flarra nods, gently removing the little blue from her shoulder, "Just look at her Wal.. All skin and bones.. She needs a great big strong blue like you to protect her.." She gives a look to the little brown, "Especially from the likes of /him/.." She says quietly, nodding an apology to her little cousin for saying such things..

 Pyrene gives Flarra a look, but swallows her retort, "Yes, C'mon Wal... And it means you can ride a dragon back. I know you like riding the big ones." Meanwhile Kynance twitters anxiously on her shoulder until she suddenly bursts out laughing. "Ky doesn't want to go back. He says he likes the warmth here. And he doesn't see why I need Pol and Wal." From the look of the blues the feeling's mutual.

 Sticking his head out of Pyrene's hair briefly, Kynance tries out an arpeggio to get the humans attention, but is drowned out by the joint squawks of both blues. All three resume glaring and Pyrene shrugs helplessly at Flarra, "I just don't know how to get them to live with each other. I'm not sure /I/ want to live with them..."

 Flarra hmmms thoughtfully, "What do you mean by that? That you're not sure if you want to live with them?" She asks softly, "You're not thinking of having them go wild are you?" A slight edge of panic audible in her voice..

 Pyrene blinks at that and bites her lip, while all three fire lizards squeak in horror and then glare at each other yet again. They did /not/ agree. "You've got a point Flarra," Pyrie murmurs, "I'd rather they yelled at each other all night, than not have them at all." The lizards look at her surprised, and croon in united reassurance, forgetting to glare at each other this time.

 Flarra blinks, somewhat shocked at what she hears, "Did they just croon together? And not glare at each other afterwards?" She askes softly, more than a little surprised, but not wanting to attract their attention with her loud question and remind them of their feuding, "I think they're starting to get along.."

 Poldhu twitters firmly at Flarra. They aren't getting along, just being polite. Still, his work here is done!

 Poldhu suddenly disappears ::between::!

 Flarra releases Gunwalloe, who launches into the air.

 Pyrene blinks, and grins excitedly, "He's gone back to the weyr, Flarra! They've agreed to come home." Kynance looks somewhat resigned to the fact, and Gunwalloe glares at the brown before exchanging Flarra's shoulder for Pyrene's.

 You call to Gunwalloe, who flies over and pounces on your shoulder.

 Dalaynia walks slowly and quielty in from the Corridor.

 Pyrene looks up as her ride returns from his errand. "Thanks Flarra! I'll see you soon, OK?" She hugs her cousin quickly and shrugs her riding jacket back on.

 Kelsey scuffs her feet in from the Corridor.

 Dayven walks in from the Corridor.

 Dalaynia smiles at Dayven and Kelsy "Well the courtyard here is the hub of many areas at the hall, from here you can go to the riding ring, where numerous classes on riding are taught. The Store is a plave where you can sell the items you make like collars and saddles and the like, just get them approved first. Also you can go to the pastures and the kennels as well"

 Flarra nods quickly and waves good-bye to her dear little cousin(*grin*), "Tell me how things go with Wal and Pol ok?" She asks, giving one last hug to Pyrene before she mounts and lifts off to go back to the Weyr.. "See you soon I hope."

 Dayven rubs his nose slightly..then nods. "Alright'

 Pyrene waves, "Bye!!"

 [I then ride back to the weyr. Sort of :p]

 You go to the Living Caverns.

 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 Nightcrawler, Bren, Ghost, Miriamele, Sobrinita, Shavira, Curacao, Lorilya, Primavera, Kraft, Dougal, Kiki, Kate, Ymir, Corduroy, and Poldhu.
 You see Attentions all!!, Inferno Table, Bopp, Oa Pouch, Dwaggie, Cheese blintzes, Aslyn's Amazing Bubblies, and Jessie here.
 Conlan, Aislynn, Delion, Senalia, and Areiah are here.
Obvious exits:
 Bowl     Kitchens     Inner Caverns     Workrooms

 Conlan chooses this moment to half-turn and wave a greeting to Areiah, whom he heard, rather than saw, come in. And Senalia too gets a wave. "Hi, Pyrene." She's back.

 Senalia glances over at Conlan and Aislynn, the klah begining to work, then smiles and waves to Pyrene as she comes in.

 Pyrene wanders in and grins happily around at everyone. "I found my lizards!" Said lizards eye each other warily but chirp to everybody amiably enough.

 You release Gunwalloe, who launches into the air.

 Gunwalloe exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

 Sat as she is, facing the fire, Aislynn doesn't see anyone. And she was too busy before, tantrumming, and then being gleeful, to notice anyone. So, it isn't that she's /rude/, really. Just ... unaware. But she hears Con greet Pyrene and turns around then. "Hi Pyrene," she offers with a grin.

 Delion grins and glances around the room. He tugs on the bottom of his tunic and  and makes his way towards the bowl.

 Delion exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

 Areiah lifts her lips from the rim of her mug, smiling faintly at Conlan and nodding in acknowledgement. "Evening." she says softly, the entrance of Pyrene only warming the smile already on her lips. "That's great, Pyrene." The young woman says in reply, tipping her head slightly. A wayward glance is cast in Delion's direction, an eyebrow being subtly raised, lowered just as quickly as she takes another sip.

 "Did you now?" Conlan wonders, leaning toward a Pyrene and just generally coming back into the group. "Where were they?"

 Pyrene pulls off her jacket and ensconces herself happily by the fire. Oops she forgot the cookies. "Conlaannn..." Wait where are her manners, "Hi, everybody, how are you?" Now back to the important stuff, "Where are the cookies?"

 Conlan points. "Over there, night hearth. Want some?" He's not a sucker, just polite.

 Pyrene beams at Conlan, "Yes please! Wal and Pol had gone to the herder hall in Ista to be with my cousin. They're a bit jealous of Kynance you see." Now she's told him, he has to get her cookies. Sounds fair to her.

 Aislynn turns where her feet are under the table, pulling up one leg underneath her, letting the other swing freely. She wipes her forehead with a mittened hand, then just looks at her hand. Oh. It's hot. She takes off the mitten, then the other one. And the scarf. And the sweater. Quite a pile is forming on the tabletop. "I would like a cookie too, please." As long as he's gonna get up anyway.

 Conlan would have gotten cookies for Pyrene anyway, without the information; he's just like that. Obligingly, he pads across to the night hearth and piles a big plate high with cookies. And on his way back he stops to ask both Areiah and Senalia, "Want some? There's plenty."

[OK, so the last bit has little to do with my flits. Cookies just make happy endings.]

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