The Dragonriders of PernŽ is a trademark, Registered U.S. Patent & Trademark Office, of Anne McCaffrey. This is a recorded session, generated by Harper's Tale MOO on Friday, May 12th 2000 for the benefit of members unable to attend. Logged by Pyrene.
Revelations
[Log starts sometime before Pyrene enters, as Tyara baits Lis about her pregnancy by D'renn and states that she will never have children. Listening and assisting one or the other are Thesy and Ragis.]
"But they're not as bad as the things they say about D'renn. So don't fret, Lis." Thesy laughs, crossing her legs at the ankles, a danger for anyone passing her. "And isn't that a mercy to all of us, Tya?" The bluerider shudders at the thought of Tyara spawn. Worse than D'renn's.
"Any woman not getting herself pregnant is a mercy to all of us, Thesy," Tyara snorts, her arms remaining in their crossed state across the nanny's chest. Humpf.
At that, Lis sits straight up in her chair, chest now heaving with ire. "You know what, Tyara, you know what? I /liked/ pouncing D'renn. I wanted to pounce D'renn." Here, the greenrider stands. "I liked what happened /after/ I pounced D'renn." Now, she strides closer to Tyara. "I liked getting pregnant. I like /being/ pregnant. I'd do it again in a heartbeat. I'd even move in with D'renn!" That stated, Lis tosses her hair arrogantly, once again strutting off in search of more food.
Lis must be losing it... "I'd say it's the hormones," Tyara drawls, sending Lis a scoffing glance. "Think about it, Lis: If you hadn't Impressed that green pack of hormones, you'd be an innocent, little Crafter-girl. Aren't you just /fortunate/?" That said, the nanny shuts up momentarily. After all, too much stress can provoke labor.
Thesy grins, winking at the greenrider, "And isn't the /getting/ pregnant part the most fun?" Her blue eyes are sparkling with laughter. "I don't think you can blame only Alymath's hormones, Tyara."
Lylia walks in from the Central Bowl.
Lis blithely ignores any comments coming from Tyara, a delightful tuneless hum floating off from her corner of the caverns as she shuffles by the tables of sweets. "Oh, most definately Thesy. /Most/ definately." Carrying a plateful of bubblies, creampuffs and cookies, the greenrider decides it best to find a seat at Thesy's table, a hand lifted to wave at Lylia as she enters.
"I blame what I see, Thesy," Tyara mutters in reply, gloomingly sipping from her now cool mug of klah. Lylia is spotted and acknowledged with a small nod, though the nanny doesn't make a move to talk to anyone just now.
Ragis watches as the greenrider changes tables and just sips at his klah, not saying a word till he's sure she's not going to take his words wrong again. He nods briefly to Lylia as she enters but turns his attention back to Thesy as she espouses the 'pleasures' of getting pregnant. Hmmm.
"Yes, the practising definitely is," Thesy nods, a false severe expression on her face, the twinkle in the blue eyes, however, giving her away. She just smirks at the nanny and beckons the brownrider to join them as well. "Morning, Ly!"
Lylia receives a few nods upon her entrance. Not bad. The young woman gives a half-smile in return, fingers waggling Lis wards, then at Tyara. Ragis gets a bob of the head, frazzle-haird brownrider plunking herself in a seat. Nope, she's not gonna move at all now. "Hiya Thesy." She gives a bright grin to the bluerider, before turning her attention to important things: klah. Drink of life.
Lis has enough smirk on her face for three people, no doubt, but smirk she does all the while. Nibbling creampuffs and cookies, the greenrider revels in sweetener-induced happiness. Looks like the truth really /shall/ set you free.
Pyrene arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
"Helloooo Pyreeeeene!" Lis all but sings across the cavern in the Head Nanny's direction. Finally, someone who hasn't tormented, talked about or laughed at her. Pushing aside some extra puffs, the greenrider goes after cookies now, alternating nibbles with joyous little hums.
Tyara sits huddles in her chair, legs drawn beneath her and mug of klah being cradles in her hands. Occasional glances are sent towards Lis and her tablemates, but the nanny doesn't utter a word. One can only wonder what she thinks.... and it probably isn't something nice.
"Pyrene! We were just talking about you," Thesy snickers, stealing one of Lis' creampuffs. "Did you really ask about D'renn's flight performance? I had no idea you were interested at all." Tyara gets a brief glance now that she's stopped bitching.
Pyrene /hasn't/? Or are we just counting today? Or the past five minutes maybe.... "Morning," she greets cheerfully, wiping some blood from her skirt. Accidents will happen, you know. "Everyone in a happy mood, I see? Eh?" She blinks at Thesy and then shoots a glare at Lis.
Oddly enough, Lis doesn't even complain about her creampuffs being reduced in number. "Oh, don't you remember Pyrene? You asked me who caught Aly right after her second flight, and then I had to explain I ended up with D'renn, and I can distinctly remember you asking, 'Well, how was he?'." She finishes with a broad grin, occasionaly sprinkled with tawny cookie crumbs at the corners of her lips.
Ragis chuckles softly behind his klah mug, nearly cold and very nearly empty. He stands and moves back to the hearth for a hot refill before returning to his seat next to the bluerider. He seems to find the whole situation rather amusing.
"Hey Pyrene." Lylia can at least work up the energy to give wave to the entering nanny, bleary green eyes now having something new to keep watch on. Interesting... Nrg? Nearly choking on her tongue, the rider stare at Thesy for a moment, before resting her head on the table next to her. She didn't catch that part...
Tyara has not only stopped bitching, she also seems rather out of it. Pyrene's entrance is noted, but the only answer provoked is a blink of emerald eyes. Oh joy. Now she probably has to work as well...
Hidden behind the pastry Thesy chuckles, "Makes one wonder, right Pyr? Really, I thought you were interested in bronzers. So it's blueriders now, all of a sudden? And /D'renn/? Wow, what made you change your mind?" and a curious brow is raised at the nanny.
Pyrene rolls her eyes at Lis. She's sure she specified that Lis wasn't to /repeat/ the question! Still. She's Pyrene. She can cover. "Oh, I remember now," she says airily, and pours her juice, before turning around to blink at those stares. "Well, what's so surprising about that? Did you really think I'd miss the chance to get /that/ sort of ammunition against him?" She winks lazily, and settles down into a seat.
"Wasn't much ammunition against him," Lis informs all and sundry as she rids her fingers of crumbs using her tounge. "After all, he was quite good." There's Pyrene's ammunition if she wants it - and Tyara's not the only one in a world of her own.
Pyrene shrugs easily, "Well, it wasn't much against him, but against /T'sin/ on the other hand...." She trails off wickedly, smirking at Lis. That'll teach her to repeat confidential questions.
Ragis settles back into his chair, sipping at the now steaming mug of klah and listening to the women chatter. Hmm, look at all the estrogen swimming about, enough for a man to get lost in. He shrugs slightly and shakes his head at the topic of conversation. There's no -way- they'd get him to talk about this in public.
"Ammunition, huh? Just be careful that it doesn't backfire then." Thesy grins before watching her empty mug with a little frown. Ragis gets a pleading glance, "I'm sorry ... you just came back. But would you mind get me some more?" Though when he reaches for her mug, she adds somewhat hastily, "Thinking about it ... I'd rather have some of that peppermint tea. Do you think they have it down here? And lots of sweetener, please."
Eneryp has kept in the background, just listening to the rather /interesting/ adult conversation, but now the boy just has to interfere yet again: "Liiiis? You never said if'n you'd done it with Ko'en too... he says so!" Ok, so maybe he doesn't, but if you're a good word-twister like Eneryp, Ko'en could have said it.
Ragis blinks at the rider and nods, setting his mug on the table and taking hers. He frowns slightly at the request changing from klah to tea and gives the bluerider a doubtful look. "Peppermint tea? You're......sure?" he asks hesitantly. He stands slowly, making his way back to the hearth for the hot water. He glances back at Thesy, an inquiring eyebrow on the rise.
Lis shrugs right back at Pyrene, moving on to the bubblies in her massive selection of desserts. "They're both good. What's there to say about it? And it's not as if I'd been spending all my time in D'renn's weyr or anything." Looking down at the fresh little Eneryp, Lis gives him and his gossip her usual dismissive snort. "I haven't. Yet." Key word.
"But, Liiis, Ko'en said that you and D'renn stayed in /his/ weyr for /days/!" Eneryp turns his innocent puppy-eyed glance on Lis, nibbling on a snatched cookie. It seems Ko'en's talking a lot... "An' you mean you're /gunna/ do't with Ko'en? Eww!" So much for interest...
Pyrene shakes her head at Lis. "You /said/ that D'renn was good compared to T'sin." Word-twisting again. "And /who/ would have thought /that/?" She chokes a little at Eneryp's words. The thought would normally be too horrible to contemplate, but all for the noble cause of keeping Lis in the hotseat.
"Ha, I doubt that," Tyara notes to Pyrene, breaking off her thoughts for a moment as she catches interesting conversation bits. And for once, Eneryp isn't corrected. She's too curious to hear Lis' answer.
"Yes, I am. Just make sure there's enough sweetener in it, please." Thesy calls after Ragis, reaching for another creampuff. They /are/ tasting good. "Well, T'sin has quite a reputation for being good. Wouldn't have thought D'renn's better than /him/. Especially since he's older." The creampuff's gone in no time and another one gets snatched before poor Ragis gets another request of the bluerider, "Since you're already there, pet ... there's some redfruit sherbet. Would you mind bring me a small bowl?"
Pyrene raises desperately amused brows at Tyara. "Well, Tya, you know there's only one way to find out.... Same for you Thesy." D'renn should /thank/ Pyrene, really, for encouraging people like this. "Somebody pass me a creampuff?"
Lis slides a part suspicious, part confused glance in Pyrene's direction sideways. "What, is T'sin supposed to be exceptionally good or something?" The pregnant greenrider really isn't as worldly as the rumors would have one believe but Thesy's statment confirms it. "Now, Eneryp! I didn't stay in D'renn's weyr for /days/." The exact details can probably be pried of her later, but now the greenrider watches Thesy with that suspicious gaze. "Peppermint tea, Thesy? Feeling a little queasy, or something, 'cause Catia also reccomended those biscuts of hers."
"As if!" Tyara exclaims, sending Pyrene an outraged look. "I'd rather chew firestone than find out that piece of information about D'renn!" Really. And hey, firestone's said to make females infertile, isn't it? That'd solve two problems at once. Hmm. "But... Ko'en said so!" Confusion is clearly readable in Eneryp's expression, the boy frowning at Lis.
Ragis shrugs a shoulder and turns to fill the mug, stirring in the sweetener....enough to make the bluerider's teeth rot. He shakes his head slightly at the request for sherbert and dips it anyway. He sighs as he takes the bowl and mug back to the table and sets them on the table before he settles into his chair and takes up his klah mug once more. "How you can stomach that sweet stuff in the morning I'll never know, Thesy......Makes me sick if I try." he murmurs.
Hyzen arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
"Queasy? No, not really." Thesy tilts her head at Lis and continues after another bite of creampuff, "More hungry." Suddenly she frowns and shakes her head, "Strange, I seem to be hungry all the time lately." But then she shrugs and smiles gratefully up at Ragis, "Thanks, dear." The creampuff finished, the sherbet comes next, the rider indulging in its sweetness, only pausing for one or two sips of the sweet tea.
"Ko'en's full of hot air. I definately would've remembered sleeping with him." Worldly, no; immoral, yes. Lis lets a smirk settle happily on her face at Tyara's averse reaction, eyes sparkling with shameless amusement. Watching Ragis hand Thesy over some peppermint tea, the greenrider cocks her head at the bluerider. "Y'know, Thesy, that sounds a lot like what happened to me..."
Pyrene chuckles softly, and muses over the topic for awhile a longer. "Y'know, Lis... You're probably in a unique position. After all, most of the girls who can get T'sin wouldn't look at D'renn twice. And those girls that D'renn can get, wouldn't have a chance with T'sin." She's going deliberately rude now, relying on the safety in the fact that neither man is present. Thesy's remark catches her attention though and she suddenly stares at the rider. "Hungry? If that's...." she doesn't finish, just staring balefully at the rider.
A groggy little head pokes itself into the Living Caverns, amber-gold optics half-way between open and shut as they slowly rove over the occupants of the room. Yawning, Hyzen steps the rest of the way in, offering the ones she knows a crooked smile before she makes her way towards the food... most importantly the klah. Grabbing a mug for herself, she doesn't even wait to find a table and sit down before she gently blows upon the surface then takes a large drink. Ahhh... much better. Lowering it, she again looks about but her eyes are completely open now. "'lo all," comes her sweet, soft little voice.
Ragis nods at Thesy with a smile. "My pleasure, sweets. Still don't know how you can eat that......but if you want it...." he murmurs taking a sip of klah. He blinks at Lis in confusion but shrugs his shoulders, he's not getting into another debate with the greenrider.
Instead of sending a glance to Pyrene sideways, Lis turns her head towards the nanny now. "Really, Pyrene, you talk about them like they're some kind of breeding studs." That might not have been the /best/ choice of words... A grin, however, spreads over her lips as she watches Pyrene's expression turn positively evil - and, better yet, leave her and go after Thesy.
Thesy's frown deepens, finding herself so suddenly in the center of attention. For a moment she stops spooning her sweet dish, casting Lis a puzzled look, "And what happened to you? I mean what happened that required you drinking peppermint tea?" She reaches for the mug. Since she's mentioned it, she can drink some just as well. Shrugging at the nanny, she says lightly, "And what's wrong with being hungry? I'm working hard enough, no? Dunno, pet? I just feel like sweets at the moment." What, on Pern, is the matter with them all? She's a little confused now and poor Hyzen gets ignored completely.
"You shouldn't be so hard on yourself, Lis," Tyara states dryly, a sneer spreading on her face. Probably to cover up the slight blush Pyrene's words provoked from the nanny.
"I slept with D'renn," Lis chirps back at Thesy before rolling her eyes and answering, "I started getting sick in the morning, not too soon after I found out I was pregnant. You... you don't think you /are/, Thesy?" The greenrider's brows go farther and farther upwards in anxiety.
Pyrene spots Hyzen and waves distractedly to the girl, spots Tyara's blush and subconsciously files it away for future reference, but concentrates on the bluerider for a moment longer. "Oh, nothing Thesy.... it's just that lately there seem to be a lot of hungry women around here lately... Or what Lis said." She almost sounds grateful to the greenrider. It's not just her being paranoid then.
Ragis laughs behind his mug and shakes his head. "That's fine with me, leaves more meatrolls and klah for me....." he says. He waves slightly to Hyzen and turns back to the conversation at hand. He recrosses his legs, this time left knee over right and settles back in his chair so that he can watch most of them at the table. At Lis' words, a small frown of worry creases his brow as he looks at Thesy.
Tyara quickly sets down the cookie she was going to eat before /she/ too is claimed to be.... ungh, can't even think the word! Hyzen is spotted by this nanny too, but since she doesn't fall under the category 'bad brat', she's not evfen scowled at.
Hyzen takes another drink of her klah as she listens to them, head cocking slowly from one side to another. Still tired from her endevours last night, she moves towards an unoccupied table and sinks into a chair, slumping slowly down into it and taking tiny sips of her still hot drink. Being spotted by a few in the room, she offers them a still slightly wavery grin... especially the nannies in the area. She was being good! Really! Yeah. Running her small hands slowly over the mug, the child blinks at Lis's comment, but says nothing. She doesn't really understand what in the world they were talking about anyway. Good thing too, considering... young ears here!
Zali arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Lis returns to her own quiet world of food-eating. It's better than all the blushing, frowning and waving going on around her. "So, Thesy, /are/ you?" the greenrider demands hurriedly, eyes sparkling with that same need to know that no doubt spurs on her various gossip sessions.
Oh dear! Why did Ragis have to mention those meatrolls. The small bowl, empty now, is set down. "Be right back," and Thesy's on her way to the larder table, only to return a couple of minutes later, the plate she's bringing, nearly heaped with the tiny spicy ones, some of the pickled veggies and .... a bubbly pie. Returning to her chair, Lis gets a curious glance, "Am I /what/?" Zali is graced with a finger wiggling and then the first of the little meatrolls is attacked. "And what ... what Lis just said?"
"Pregnant." Pyrene states, ignoring Zali's entrance in her intensity on Thesy.
Ragis watches the bluerider return to the hearthside table with an air of confusion about him. He's never seen her eat this much in one sitting, and drinking tea? He shakes his head and sips at his klah wondering why they'd even think his friend pregnant anyway. He sighs and slumps a little into his chair, relaxing while he can.
Of course, it could be something altogether harmless. Like worms.
Or the bluerider-syndrome.
Thesy chokes on the meatroll and has to cough heavily to get all the little crumbs that have found their way into the bluerider's air tube out again. A fierce flush colours her cheek a deep pink, "I should be /WHAT/?" Wiping away the tears her coughing caused, she simply stares at one after the other. And suddenly the flush's gone, her face paling and she says in a very small voice, "Oh dear!"
Patting her hair down as she walks, Zali wanders in. Listening with half an ear, the candidate makes her way toward Thesy. Or, more specifically, the food. "Hmm, mind if I have one?" She asks, fingers hovering above a meatroll. Glancing up at the rider's coughing, she wrinkles her brow. Entering half way into the conversation, the poor apprentice is lost as usual.
Pyrene swallows. She doesn't like 'oh dear!'s in response to that sort of question. "Thesy, you're a /healer/.... You /can't/... You /know/ better...." She peers up at Zali and snaps: "No you can't!" before registering her knot. "Oh, you meant the food...."
Lis starts to look mildly annoyed, brows pulling together to crease her forehead lightly. /She/ didn't get her answer. "Well, Thesy, are you or aren't you?" Exhasperated, she rocks back in her chair and uses her lump as a shelf for her folded arms.
Hyzen finishes off her klah in a final, breath-sucking gulp of scalding liquid before she quickly scrambles to her feet and moves back towards the food. Placing her mug where it is supposed to go, she hrms softly as seeking gaze locks upon the awaiting food. Which should she have? Some meatrolls? Nah, seems the riders were really liking those and she didn't wish to deplete there supply. So she takes a few pieces of sweet bread then wanders slowly towards the gathering, offering Zali and wide and happy grin. Since her mouth is full of food, she just leaves the greeting at that.
Ragis glances at Thesy in alarm as she chokes and almost starts to thump her on the back when she stops coughing once more. He blinks in confusion between the Thesy, Lis and Pyrene as he wonders why they are so upset, can't someone have an upset stomach and be hungry without people thinking their pregnant? Sheesh! He returns to listening and sipping his klah as he settles back into his chair again.
Catia arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Pyrene is at least /hoping/ the case is otherwise. "Oh, Thesy.... if you're really pregnant, I swear by Faranth, I'm going to hand Tyara my knot and retire to assistant again. I can't take this."
Oh shards... Tyara just stares at Thesy. "You too? Faranth, Thesy...." The nanny practically moans, slumping together in her chair. Ths means more work, and.... "Please tell me it's not D'renn's?!"
Thesy stares at Lis, "I don't know?" she whispers, her eyes suddenly wide. "It .. it is possible?" And she starts counting her fingers. Once. Twice. Three times. And looks back up at the greenrider, a stunned expression on her face. And nods. "Very possible?" Pyrene gets a brief, wry grin, "What has being a healer to do with it? CATIA!" Never before Thesy has welcomed her former boss so enthusiastically.
Catia strolls into the caverns, making it as far as halfway to the food before she stops. "Pregnant?" Did someone say pregnant?
Is Lis the only one who's acting somewhat sane in this situation? "It could be, Thesy, if you've been fooling around and not taking your green stuff." Say hello to the poster child of /that/ mistake. Turning to Pyrene, the greenrider eyes the nanny before snorting critically, "Now, Py, I'm sure that's not necessary..."
Ragis gulps down the klah as he hears Thesy's word of a possiblity. He suddenly finds the tabletop really interesting and tries to fade into the background.
"What?!" It takes Tyara exactly two seconds to explode, her chair falling to the floor as she jumps up and stalks towards Pyrene. "You're not serious! I'm /not/ to be in charge of Swawa, and Eneryp," at this point, the boy in the corner gives an indignant squeak, "and... /Pyrene/!" The /assistant's/ voice rises until muted hysteria can be heard. "I won't do it!"
"You wanted me, Thesy?" Catia stays nonchalant, despite the worrying words she's overhearing. "Lis, are you alright?" After all, she's the pregnant woman in the vicinity...
Lylia goes home.
Sasha arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Sasha smiles at the large number of people she has stumbled across. "Hi"
"Oh, Catia ... I'm so glad you're here," Thesy nearly pounces on Cat, "They're all saying or asking I'm pregnant just because I've had peppermint tea instead og klah and a couple of creampuffs." Erm, three to be correct. "And a few of those meatrolls and pickles." For the first time the bluerider's voice gets all but shrill before dropping to nearly a whisper again, "And ... and," yeah, the blush is back! "And I'm ... ummm ... overdue?" The last word is hardly audible.
"I'm fine, Catia," Lis assures the dragonhealer with a broad grin, jerking her thumb over her shoulder at the bluerider. "It's Thesy with the problem." As Pyrene's words sink in, the greenrider brightens almost blindingly. "Pyreeeene. If Thesy really /were/ pregnant, would you really make Tyara head nanny?"
Cordelia arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Pyrene glares at Tyara. "Oh, fine, just because I'm the only person who can do it, I get stuck with all..." arrogance is broken off to stare at Thesy, ears straining to catch that last word and failing, adding frustration to her problems. Which are nicely topped off by Lis, "What?" When talking in the heat of anger, one really should /never/ swear by Faranth.
Sasha quietly procures a mug of klah for herself, and her eyes widen at the overheard conversation.
Cordelia hmms a moment as she slips in, and then she sneaks over to the table to find some cider, and well mayber a cookie or too.
Ragis just tries to stay out of it all, as the only male in the cavern he's an obvious target for their anger and he's just a bit too worried about his friend right now to respond properly. He watches Thesy and Catia have a whispered conference a short distance away.
Zali goes home.
Hyzen is... surprised at this turn of events and she takes a few quick steps backwards and away from the others. Pregnant? Like Lis? Her eyes dart towards said greenrider and the child gulps. D'renn? The weyrlingmaster person type? She hasn't met him before, but she's heard of him and seen him about. Eating her bread, she scuttles towards Lis and comes to a stop a few feet away. "What's going on, Lis?" she asks softly, not expecting to be heard but still wanting to know.
"Lis, shut /up/!" Tyara hisses to the greenrider. "You shouldn't just.... oh, so you think you're the only one who can do it properly?!" That's it. The nanny stares at Pyrene, blinking slowly. "Fine, fine, maybe you don't even /need/ assistants then! Maybe you should just get this..." After a few moments of fumbling, off goes the shoulder knot of an assistant nanny, and it's extended towards Pyrene with a haughty look. "Here - you can just find another assistant!"
Lis cocks her head innocently up at the nanny, as if Pyrene had just suggested the sky were green. "But... you said, by /Faranth/, you'd give Tyara your not and become an assistant if Thesy was pregnant. And she is - aren't you, Thesy?" Singleminded as ever, it just now occurs to Lis that she never got her answer. Finally, attention gets diverted to Hyzen: "Thesy's pregnant. I think."
"Half the weyr eats creampuffs, and they're not all pregnant," Catia picks on the least important aspect, before giving Thesy a long look. "I see... so a consultation is in order, you think?" She neatly manages to ignore everyone else, even Tyara's knot-offering.
Pyrene glares at Tyara, glares at Lis, glares at Thesy who's the obvious source of /every/thing wrong in the weyr and tears off her own knot, snatching Tyara's and placing both on the table. "There. And let Catia tell us whose shoulders they return to!" If every bluerider in the weyr is going to have children, it doesn't really matter any more.
Sasha looks over to Thesy feeling for her, being discussed by so many people. Then she looks alarmed at Pyrenes outburst.
Cordelia just stays near the drinks, thinkng this might be as bad as slipping into the caverns during a flight
"Fine!" Tyara shoots Thesy a dark look - she might just end up developing a bluerider-phobia after all. Now they've gotten her in trouble twice in a day! Hrm. "Just like you, Pyrene, to let someone else handle the problems once you find out there's going to be more bluerider spawn!" the nanny snarls, crossing her arms.
Hyzen bites on her lip as she watches the nannies, bread forgotten in her small, clenched hand. Well, this was a sight to see, surely. "But why is it so bad? Why is everyone so mad at her?" comes the small question as she watches the others yell at each other, her small head shaking and sending the auburn locks dancing about her neck. "That doesn't seem right... it's not her fault is it?" Left in the dark... children asking questions that can come to no good end. Whee fun.
Ragis blinks from Thesy to Pyrene and then to Tyara and Lis, wondering if it's really safe to be so close to the bickering women. He takes a sip of his klah and shrinks farther down in his chair, watching and waiting.
"Wait wait wait," Catia attempts to calm the situation, reaching out to give Thesy's shoulder a little pat. "Shouldn't you two" - glares go to Tyara and Pyrene - "be waiting till we know for sure?"
Lis subsides into idle smirking, and looking quite proud of the mess she's made of things. "It's only fair, Pyrene," the greenrider hisses back at the knot-less nanny, "after those comments of yours about D'renn." Hah.
"I ... I think so?" Now Thesy herself wants to be sure and jumps to her feet, nearly dragging the other dragonhealer along. But the hissed nanny remarks make her stop in her trakcs, "And you two /don't dare/ to leave here before Catia and I will be back, is that understood?" Sometimes it has it's advantage to be a wingleader, even if it's a pretty confused one right now.
Pyrene flushes slightly, but remains defiant at Catia's and Thesy's reprimands. Lis' words however make her swing around to the greenrider in dawning horror. From this angle, revenge isn't so sweet....
Catia's dragged? In turn, she beckons Thesy into a dark corner of the living caverns for a whispered consultation. That should be enough to ascertain the likelihood....
Sasha watches Thesy and Catia go and then turns back to watch the reactions of the others.
"I won't budge a handspan," Tyara assures Thesy, keeping up her staring at Pyrene. Hrm.
Ragis watches as Thesy and Catia move away and blinks warily at the three women, thanking his lucky stars that the table is between them and him. It'll give him a head start if they try to come after him, don't you know. He sips nervously at his klah, never having had this problem in the whole turn he's been in the weyr, he doesn't know quite how to handle it.
"Now you've done it, Pyrene. Thesy's pregnant and you'll /have/ to give Tyara the knot of Head Nanny." Lis is shameless about gloating, a broad grin emblazoning her smugness with a happy show of teeth. Silly nannies.
And, right!, after a short yet intense conversation a rather dazzled THesy returns to the table and slumps into her chair, hiding her face in her hands.
Tyara finds herself clutching the material of her dress, staring at Catia as if she alone will determine her fate - which isn't all that wrong off. "Ca... Catia? Thesy?"
Pyrene glares at Lis. "As if I care? Now /she/ can do the hard work. /If/ she can." Please Faranth... Tyara will crack under the pressure and swap back.... And her eyes swivel desperately to Catia.
Ragis cocks his head at the bluerider as she returns and asks, "Thes? You alright, love?" He lays a light hand on her arm in concern, not liking the way she's acting. He sets his mug on the table so that he can turn his attention to his friend.
Catia slides into a seat next to Thesy, and just shrugs both shoulders. "Well, there you go. At least I don't have to tell /your/ Wingleader..." And the healer gives Lis a hard stare.
Pyrene stares at Catia for a moment and then draws herself up with as much dignity as she can under the circumstances. She picks up Tyara's knot, and flips the new head nanny her own. "Well, consider yourself promoted." And another glare for Lis for good measure.
Zali arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Eventually the hands come down but there're not tears just a dazzled, sheepish grin. Ignoring all others, her glance, tentatively, almost reluctant, her glance shifts to Ragis, "I think I am?" His hand is grasped tightly and she whispers, her eyes not leaving his face, "Oh shells, pet!" [Thesy]
Oh Faranth... Tyara looks pale enough to faint. ut she doesn't - as if she'd let Pyrene have that pleasure! "Oh shells, you have to be kidding," the nanny groans, deftly catching the knot in her hand, holding it as if it'd explode. "I won't do it!"
Zali exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
"Wait a minute, Pyrene... I'm not sure that's your decision to make," Catia admonishes the ex?nanny. "Just because Thesy's going to have a baby in another 7 or 8 months doesn't mean you have to give up your job...."
But before Ragis can react, her other hand shoots forward and grabs /that/ Assistant Nanny Knot. She'll deal with it in a moment [Thesy]
Pyrene sends Lis a careful glance. "If she can't handle it, then I give it to..." She trails off to blink at Thesy and Catia. Oh well, whereever rescue comes then.
"If Tyara was head, and you were assistant, she could /order/ you to look after Thesy's child," Catia then points out, ever-so-rational.
Lis brushes of Catia's stare with a shrug of her blue-clad shoulders. "You /did/ offer, Catia," the greenrider reminds the dragonhealer kindly, trying to keep her grin from spreading any at Tyara's sudden promotion.
Lis gets a very evil glare from Tyara, her hand still clutching the knot of the head nanny. "I'd rather have her look after Swawa," the nanny gasps, still looking quite confused.
Pyrene isn't going to admit that it was a stupid thing to do of course. "Fine, she can order me... but at least I won't be the one worrying about rosters, and explaining to parents, and pregnancies... and everything else, any more!" she snaps back at Catia, ever-so-unrational.
Ragis frowns slightly as she grasps his hand and asks, "What's wrong? You should be happy....." His tone is rather worried since he doesn't know if she's reacting quite as well as he thinks she should.
Hyzen exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
"Just a moment, dear," Thesy says, squeezing his hand. Turning to Pyrene, now former head nanny, she loundes deeper into her chair and smirks, "Well, I wouldn't be too sure about not having to worry anymore ..." the bluerider doesn't finish the sentence but squints at the girl, the smirk still lurking around the corners of her mouth.
Pyrene stares at Thesy and shakes her head slowly. "If you /dare/ tell me it's D'renn's now.... I'll quit completely. I'll leave the weyr.... I can go and stay with Jesha at Ista. She's always been grateful to me...." She's babbling, but hey, she's had a shock.
"Maybe Pyrene does have a point there, you know. " Catia starts.... then stops abruptly. "D'renn's!" Please, no.
Wait... Thesy must be trying to get Pyrene to take the knot back. Tyara sends the pregnant (eek) bluerider a hopeful look. "Th-thesy?" The nanny tries a smile, even though it looks more like a sick grimace. "What do you mean?"
Sasha has disconnected.
Sasha falls asleep.
Thesy laughs and shakes her head and idly plays with the knot before pushing it into the pocket of her trousers, "No, running away won't help either, Pyrene ... and you better stay used to chores. You'll be up in them to your little ears. If you agree with what I'm going to offer you."
Pyrene sighs helplessly and collapses into a chair. "What? You can't keep me here. I have friends. Rider friends. I can leave anytime I want," she rambles, largely to herself. She doesn't care any more.
Tyara's eyes widen as the knhot disappears into Thesy's pocket. She really has to do /all/ the nanny-administration by herself?! "Thesy!" The name comes out in a plaintive whine. "I'm /not/ doing this on my own!" It's the closest she ever comes to admitting that she needs Pyrene - relish in the moment.
Lis has only been paying the important bits of the conversation - like whether her child is going to have a half-sibling - and therefore misses most of it. "Aw, Pyrene, you can't leave me..." Doesn't getting someone drunk on their Turnday count for something?
"Shhhh, Tyara! You will do just as nicely cruel as Pyrene," Thesy grins, her words going to the new head nanny, but her eyes stay fixed on Pyrene. "I guess you won't find it totally unreasonable." Once more a hand disappears in a trouser pocket, this time returning with another knot. White. "Well, as it is ... Sardrinth informed me that he and a lot of others would like you to Stand for Tiareth's clutch. So you think you could do it again?"
Cordelia frowns a moment at this change of events and then grins, it has potential. And with that thought she slips under a table to emerge on teh other side, just what potential though...
Heero blinks in from ::between::!
That's it. Tyara stares at Thesy, then Pyrene, then at the knot. "What? You can't just leave me with this!" the new head nanny squeals, waving her not-wanted knot wildly in the air. "That is /not/ fair! /Pyrene/!" Someoen has to stop this madness. She'll resign. Let Vanessa do all the dirty work!
Pyrene sits where she is and blinks at Thesy for a long moment. "What? I.... /Again/?" It suddenly sinks in and she shakes her head darkly. "Oh, don't you dare.... not again... I mean, I'm over all that now. I'm fine with not being a rider and everything... It's downright cruel to get my hopes up again." Her hand belies her words though, half-raising towards the knot.
"At least that way you may never have to be a nanny again..." Catia offers Pyrene, lips quirked in what's probably a smile. "Although D'renn /would/ be in charge of you..." Pros and cons.
Ragis gasps. "Pyrene? In the barracks? It's bad enough with only one other male in there.....but Pyrene?" he amost cries in despair. His eyes sparkle even though his words say he's upset, having Pyrene around to pester might actually be fun.
Probably more cons but anyway. Thesy dangles the knot enticingly within rreach of Pyrene, "C'mon now, Pyrene. You know you're going to do it." For now she has forgotten what led to all this, she'll cope with it later. "And, who knows, you could be D'renn's bos some day? Like I am now?"
Lis attempts to brighten Pyrene's spirits somewhat, but, like most of her good-natured actions, this one may hinder more than help: "And you won't have to take care of my child when I pop!"
D'renn strides in from the Central Bowl.
Pyrene considers. "In a couple of months there's going to be a lot more children around..." Fortunately she doesn't notice D'renn's entrance, instead reaching out and taking the knot. "Oh, why not? A change from one set of drudgery to another. Still a break, of sorts."
D'renn arrives, heading straight for... Lis, as it happens. "Hello dear, how are you?" Eager blue eyes look the pregnant rider over and over, although D'renn's gradually becoming aware of a certain tension. "Erm.... what have I walked into?"
"Good girl, Pyrene," Catia congratulates, glancing up and frowning at D'renn. Why break the habit of 10 Turns, after all? "Oh, just interesting things, D'renn."
"Thanks for reminding me!" Tyara groans, staring at Lis. But she's too confused to snarl at the greenrider like she did a little while ago. "I'll have to take care of your sharding child..." And there comes the father, to make it even worse! D'renn gets an outright dirty look from the nanny, her face a sulk.
"/I'm/ fine," Lis informs D'renn, eyes darting carefully between Tyara and Pyrene. Any minute, her head is going to be bitten of by one or the other, she /knows/ it. "Don't ask," is all the greenrider gives in murmured advice.
Edaeyn stalks restively in from the Central Bowl.
Thesy grins up at D'renn, "Help me coax Pyrene into saying that she'll Stand?" Turning back to the former nanny, she dangles the knot again, closer to the girl's hand. "Pyrene!"
D'renn's face falls. "Pyrene? Stand? NO WAY!"
Catia snorts with laughter. "That's the way to convince her, D'renn... well done."
"D'renn, don't leave me in charge of the brats!" Tyara turns her pleading to the weyrling monster - after all, think of how mean she'll be with /his/ child if she's left in charge.
Pyrene swings around and stares at D'renn. Oh... yeah. This means troubles. "Oh, no... wait... I--" she pauses and looks for a moment at the consternation on the bluerider's face. "Of course, D'renn! I can hardly wait to be washing your boxer shorts again." Smirk.
Thesy rises to her feet, winking at her wingmate, "And Sardrinth and Trydanth didn't even try to get in here. All right, Pyrene. Lets get you settled in the barracks." She laughs, "Well, we'll have to put that on the chore list. Washing D'renn's Boxes." She starts heading out, glancing back at Pyrene. "Coming?"
D'renn says a rude word. Quietly. Though half the caverns probably heard it anyway. "Thesy, how /could/ you?" he appeals to his wingleader with a look of utter dejection and betrayal, dropping into a seat and burying his curly head in both hands.
Pyrene's head raises higher than it has done for a good long while. Some things are worth a few sevendays of slavery and an hour or so of burnt feet. Just about. "See you later D'renn," she trills, following Thesy out.
[Thesy and I head to the candidate barracks]
"Oh, /shells/!" Tyara watches Pyrene go with a look of utter horror on her face. Still not accepting reality she sinks into a chair, just placing her new knot in her lap. Whimper. Which dragon should have the honor of flaming this one? Hmm..
D'renn just shakes his head, sitting there in absolute misery.
Lis bites her lip as she tries to watch Pyrene, Thesy, D'renn and Tyara all at the same time... and fails in watching all but the latter, patting a hand on the 'lingmaster's knee comfortingly. "It won't be that bad, you'll see." After all, there can't be /that/ many horror's one's underwear can endure.
Catia chuckles, and gets up to fetch the klah she originally came in for. "Well, there we go," she mutters vaguely, heading back to the infirmary.
Catia steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.
Edaeyn steps into the living caverns, hesitating on the threshold as Pyrene and Thesy vanish within. Brows arch as she regards the clustered weyrfolk. "Do I even want to know?" she murmurs with a trace of resigned humor.
D'renn pats Lis' hand in return, just shaking his head as he looks around the caverns. "How could they do that to me?" he begs.
Ragis chuckles softly as Thesy leads the ex-head nanny toward the barracks. He picks up on D'renn's distress and grins, wondering if he should even pick at that thread and decides he'd better not. A brief wave goes to the guard as she enters.
D'renn goes home.
"Well if you ask me," No one really did, but Lis will have her two-sixteenths anyway. "I think it makes good enough revenge, after what she was saying earlier." Snort.
[Back to Thesy and me]
You survived! Escaping through the heavy canvas curtain you arrive here...
Candidate Barracks
Serviceable, this low-ceiling'd room runs right and left from the heavy canvas
curtains that function as a door: relatively bare of ornamentation, tidy glows
light the few worn tapestries that adorn the walls and depict a variety of
dragons in flight or at rest. But it is the cots, lots and lots of cots, that
distinguish this room from the others, their blue or black coverlets tucked
neatly over relatively fresh rushes.
Candidate's haven, this is their escape from the bustling world of chores and
Weyr; visitors are welcome if invited.
Resting atop the doorframe are Rennlet, Vedra, Larson, Pyre, Maeve, Blueblue,
Eiri, Quatre, Dorothy, Wufei, Shinigami, Torowa, and Harme.
You see Name Board, Pia's Isolated Cot, Miana's Cot, Loren's Litterish Lair,
Fah's Nest O'Rushes, Ragis's Cot, Calissan's Cot, and Sorana's Cot here.
You notice Calissan, Sorana, Miana, Faye, and Pia asleep here.
Thesy is here.
Obvious exits:
Caverns
Thesy grins and points to the cot, "Guess, you will remember how it goes?" Flicking a large, folded piece of white cloth at Pyrene, she then leans against the wall, grinning at her, "Well, I certainly didn't expect this either."
Pyrene settles onto the cot and takes the cloth with a wry look at Thesy. "Oh, just about... No drink, no... other stuff... and no making robes in the galleries." She winks at the rider and grins at her. "And Congratulations.... even if you don't deserve it."
Thesy smiles, "Thank you. What a day, huh?" Quickly she bends down and hugs Pyrene to her, And congrats to you too, dear. I'll see you later then."
[I'd had no idea that Thesy was pregnant since SearchCo had fully intended to use it as a distraction before springing a Search on me. What Co didn't know was that Tyara and I had been intending to swap knots at some convenient point, and we seized this golden opportunity to do it after a frantic page to Lis to hold Pyrene to her word. I apologised to Thesy OOCly for stepping on her TP and throttled her moments later when she gave me a different knot to the one I'd been intending to get. Still, it kept us all on our toes. Wonderful Search.]
