Proddy-Sash

 

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.

Scattered about in various perches and niches are forty-one firelizards.

 

Dymat, S'nor, and Cinny are here.

 

Sasha slinks in with a faraway smile on her face and makes her way over to the hearth to grab a large mug of klah.

 

Dymat sees a couple of people enter and congregate near the klah pot...good enough, He ambles over.

 

S'nor nods to Dymat by way of greeting as he heads straight to the klah pots to retrieve a mug, he pauses and turns to glance out over the caverns paying more attention this time, a nod is offered to Sasha with a smile, "Hello there," he offers as he takes a sip of his klah and goes to find himself a seat...

 

S'nor

Some may worry about the constantly sleepy look on this riders haggard face as he goes about his daily business. His sleepy appearance gives insight into the constant love and attention that his brown life-mate, Pilloeth, receives. On some rare occasions you might actually catch this rider fully awake, but that's only after several pots of klah and, even more helpful, a stimulating conversation with one of his friends from around the weyr. You would almost think he was born out of the same egg as his dragon. For his close cropped hair is the exact same shade of rustic brown as his dear life-mates hide. Only a few gray hairs creep in amongst the others. His face has recently been shaven, all except for a well kept mustache that he only shaves periodically. For all his sleepiness his deep brown eyes sparkle with intelligence leading you to think, though he may appear asleep, he does catch what's going on around him.

S'nor wears the knot of a High Reaches Wingrider.

S'nor is 47 Turns, 10 months, and 7 days old.

 

Dymat

 

A wiry, tough-looking man; hardened and sunbrowned from years of outdoor exercise, his body is compact and attractive. His ice blue eyes sparkle with intelligence and convey a sense of mischief that belie his otherwise-severe looks. Tall, high cheekbones rise up to his light brown hair, which is cropped close to his head. A neatly trimmed goatee completes his face, the same brownish color of his hair.

 

His muscular body is covered in the rather severe-looking uniform of a High Reaches Guard. Blue trousers are tucked neatly into black wherhide boots, and a blue long-sleeved shirt is similarly held down by a tough wherhide belt. Over his torso he wears a black leather armor, with smoke-blackened metal ringlets sewn in for protection. At his side he wears a long belt knife.

 

He is awake and looks alert.

 

Dymat is 26 Turns and 19 days old.

 

Cinny

 

Deceivingly sweet tresses of the deepest chocolate - honey'd in sprinkles of an almost golden blonde - are feathered like ravens' wings, delicately swinging in the innocent dance of adolescents. Pale skin quilts almost celestial facial features; each angle is more of a gentle slope, a nose, almost too small in size, being the only extremely obtrusive area throughout her whole face. Two milky optics of pristine chestnut, each round and angelic like almonds, are nestled on either side of the aforementioned nose, both quiet and inconspicuous in their appearance. Limbs are sinewy and long, allowing her to tower above most at a generous height of five feet and four inches, each lacking pigment thanks to 'Reaches chilling climate.

 

An ashen tunic is clinging to her upper frame, smothered by a thick, identically colored sweater. A simple design of some sort of vine has been woven in ebony just below the collar, matching a pair of thick, sable pants that sidle loosely down both legs. A wher-hide belt keeps those in place, snuggled neatly about her waist and decorated with one metallically gleaming buckle. At the knees, pants are replaced by a pair of worn and dusted boots, each presumably old in age.

 

She is awake and looks alert.

 

Cinny is 12 Turns, 11 months, and 25 days old.

 

You notice Dymat looking at you.

 

 

Dymat notices the fact that they're both riders and loses a bit of his confident demeanor as he serves himself a cup of klah. Sipping carefully, he turns to them and approaches, waiting to be acknowledged.

 

"Look what I made! Isn't it pretty?" Cinny brandishes a beautific (or not so beautific, depending on your taste) mudpie as she hops in from the baths, sparse droplets of mud onto the floor descending from the plate with a *splat* onto the floor. Or her clothes. Or tables. Or whatever is beneath her. "The nannies made me take a bath, but I still kept my mudpie." Beam. Flaunt.

 

Sasha pours the klah into her favourite earthenware mug and seeing people she doesn't know, smiles dreamily. "Hey....I'm Sasha...don't think I know you guys...." turning round to face them she takes a sip, before casually picking a cosy couch to curl into the corner of, tucking her feet beneath her.

 

 

Dymat sighs "Well, I'm Dymat, and I'm also leaving...gotta run!"

 

Dymat goes home.

Aztek winks in from ::between::, a harsh sun of bronze spreading below him.

 

S'nor returns Sasha's smile, "And I'm S'nor.. Rider of Brown Pilloeth," he offers as he takes a sip of his klah, eyes turning to follow Sasha as she moves across the room.. Another smile is offered to Cinny, "That's lovely.." he offers..

 

Cinny utterly /beams/ at S'nor, coating the expression in all that sugary-sweet innocence only a child can possess. "D'ya want it? I can make one for you too, Sasha!" The bratling emits a pleased giggle, mud-covered hands depositing on the table near the brownrider. "Oh yeah, I'm Cinny. Zai's sister." She's so proud of her siblings.

 

Sasha's eyes are roving over the other rider in the room. She waves at the other man in the room as he departs and then continues her appraisal....Her attention is briefly caught by the little girl, and an almost sweet smile is bestowed....does the child realise how rare this is from Sasha? Probably not."That, erm looks delicious! Uh but I just ate...save me one for later!" then her eyes return to S'nor again, with deep interest. "Well met S'nor!" she replies simply.

 

S'nor glances at the pile of mud and turns his eyes back to Sasha as he takes a sip of his klah, allowing that to cover his eyes as they slowly roam over Sasha as if in appraisal, he nods with a smile, "Aye.. The pleasure's all mine," he responds as he sits his klah mug down and tears his eyes away from Sasha to return to the child..

 

Sasha

 

Elfin is the only word that can describe this young woman. Her tousled hair, once short and boyish has been allowed to grow until it cascades in long curly layers, as dark as klah at midnight, (although now streaked with brilliant blue spotches of dye), around and below her shoulders, Lashes as dark as her hair, are long and accentuate startlingly large brown eyes, which are dance with fire and mischief. Standing at a petite 5'3, her body is lithe and slim, with a tiny waist and warmly tanned skin. She is as agile as a cat and her limbs are taut and strong. Her once untrusting 'hands-off' demeanor, developed over years of ill-treatment has slowly vanished and she now radiates an air of calm, but determined contentment.

 

Velvety burgandy slips and creases its way down a rather thick wherhide jacket,the collar and cuffs lined with soft lamb's wool to protect the wearer from the cold of ::between::. The underlying tunic is a rather substantial affair, the deep, forest green quite a compliment to jacket and trous. Leather also makes up the tightly tailored trousers which protect as well as define her shapely legs before sliding down the gentle curve of her calf, where they slide into matching pair of thick heeled boots. Laces work their way up the sides of the footwear, small metal clasps decorating these lovely creations. Her hair is tied into a high ponytail which snakes in waves down her back.

 

Sasha's shoulders are adorned with her proudly worn knot...a double twisted cord of royal blue and black, with a single loop, threaded through with a misty green ribbon, indicating that she is a fully fledged Rider of a beautiful green dragon, at High Reaches Weyr.

 

Since neither rider seems to grateful of the muddy offerings, Cinny concludes that they will need something better: like the multi-colored cookies she has in her pockets! Probing fingers manage to not only reveal half-eaten cookie and two whole ones, but also a couple of dustbunnies. "Ya'll want a cookie? I've got two." And the half-eaten one, but not that they would want that. "If y'don't want one, Sasha, S'nor can have both."

 

Aztek hovers middair, the sun spirit of the land, and in a wink, is eclipsed ::between:: with a cold flush of air.

 

Celta swoops manically around the room for a while before locating her mistress, and alighting in her leather clad shoulder. Chittering slightly she hops up and down hopefully.

 

Sasha chuckles as Celta arrives and hauls her into her lap. "Thanks cinny, but I was just about to dig into some of those meatrolls over there...they look delicious and I think Celta has her eye on one too!" she puts down her mug and with green firelizard curled on her shoulder she saunters back to the heart to fill a plate with rolls. Half turning she smiles almost seductively at S'nor and offers.."You want anything while I'm here?" Whoa...men....watch out!

 

S'nor raises his eyes to Cinny and thinks about that for a moment, "I don't want a cookie.." then he smiles, "But my Pilloeth has a great affection for cookies," he notes as he motions over his shoulder to the bowl where his dragon's resting, then he returns his eyes to Sasha and nods, "Some meatrolls would be nice," he replies..

 

Cinny contemplates, momentarily. The bowl. The bowl is muddy. Mud is fun. "Can I take him some, S'nor?" She inquires, dancing closer to the brownrider. "I can take some to your dragon too, if you like, Sasha." And maybe /they/ like mudpies. The alluring manner of the greenrider is noted, but she'll just refrain from commenting on that.

 

Sasha returns to where S'nor is and holds out a plate of rolls. "Take as many as you want" her lips curl upwards in a wicked smile. "I'm really hungry all of a sudden...." turning at Cinny's suggestion she smiles a more wholesome smile.."Branwyth loves cookies...and if you run out, there are plenty more on the table by the hearth...." Taking a meatroll she bites into it, teasing Celta by ignoring her.

 

S'nor nods to Cinny, "I'm sure he'd appreciate it Cinny," he says, briefly turning his attention to Cinny 'fore shooting it back to Sasha, he accepts a meatroll with a smile and takes a bite of it, "These are getting better and better," he comments with a grin as he snakes a foot out around a nearby chair, "Care to join me?" he asks, he doesn't want those meatrolls to get too far from him ya understand...

 

Sasha raises an eyebrow and chuckles."Hmmm! you are hungry aren't you! Sure!" she eyes the chair for a moment and then perches herself on it's arm, chewing thoughtfully on the roll and watching to see what S'nor does next. Oh proddyness! another few days and Sasha would never be so bold.....

 

Cinny, at Sasha's suggestion, scampers up to the hearth and retrieves a few more cookies. 'Lashes are fluttered sweetly at the pair, and with a vague nod and "I'll be back soon!", the weyrbrat goes prancing into the bowl.

 

Cinny exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

 

Branwyth> Cinny steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

 

Branwyth senses Cinny looking at her.

 

Branwyth> Branwyth swings her dark misty green head around to gaze with whirling eyes at the little girl who stands before her. Hmmmmm! cookies!

 

 S'nor smiles at Sasha as he finishes his meatroll and washes it down with a mouth full of klah as he turns his eyes to Sasha, again giving her a looking over since she's closer, "I can't say I've seen you around before," he comments, then continues, "What wing do you fly with?"

 

Branwyth> "I guess you want cookies, right?" Both Pilloeth and Branwyth are smiled at cutely as she skips merrily toward them. Pause. How do you feed dragons cookies? "D'ya want me to just hold them out or put them on the ground? If I put 'em on the ground they'll get muddy." Mud is fun to play it, but to eat it?

 

Sasha watches Celta idly out of the corner of her eye, as the little firelizard bobs up and down hoping to attract her attention. "I only graduated relatively recently....I'm with Zephyr, although I haven't yet got around to emblazoning myself with a big blue Z...it'll happen though. What about you?" She puts down the plate of rolls on a low table and then still seated on the arm of the chair, leans back on one hand and eyes him critically.

 

Branwyth> Cinny is whuffled. The dragon-breath that sweeps over her provokes a giggle, more high-pitched than she would have preferred. The gaping maw is stared at as the weyrgirl assesses her situation. "We can share the cookies. I stole nine, so you--" A gesture to Pilloeth, "And you--" Another gesture, albeit to the glowing Branwyth, "And me can have three each!" Tentatively, one of the aforementioned sweets is placed delicately on the brown's tongue. "Like that?"

 

S'nor smiles, "Mudslide of course," he responds as he picks up another meatroll and nibbles on it as he glances up from the meatroll and klah to look at the greenrider perched on the arm of the chair, "You look like you're about to spirit away," he comments, "Why don't you sit down and relax? I'm sure it'll be more comfortable.." he notes..

 

Branwyth> Branwyth allows her tail to swish backwards and forwards in anticipation...of cookies? Possibly....warm breath is blown over the little girl as she teases the dragons. Then she opens her mouth and allows her tongue to protrude a little, hoping the cookies will be forthcoming....What? Giving them to the brown dragon first? but Branwyth is sooo pretty...especially at the moment.....but that is rather a handsome brown dragon.....Branwyth can't blame the girl...

 

Branwyth> Pilloeth closes his maw and the cookie disappears, as Pilloeth croons happily and turns to the green, <<They're good..>> he comments as he returns his attention to the little girl.. Wuffling her again as he awaits his turn again..

 

In answer to his teasing, Sasha slides down from the arm of the chair, and allows herself to cosily join the brownrider. "The couches are larger," she snickers softly, "but this is good...I can cope!" Pulling the frantically bobbing Celta into her lap, she tears off a little of the meatroll and teasingly tempts her with it...pulling it just out of the little green's reach, and then letting her have tiny bites..if she can catch them...

 

Branwyth> Branwyth is next, of course. "Okay, your turn!" Bartering with dragons is quite enjoyable for this weybrat. As Branwyth's tongue is revealed, Cinny sidles closer to The Proddy One and places one of the rainbow cookies on her tongue too. "I hope you like 'em. Sasha said you did."

 

S'nor smiles as he eats on the meatroll and watches Sasha and the firelizard, idly he comments, "They may be bigger," a grin, "But it's more... Fun this way," he grins as he takes a sip of his klah, then frowns in to his mug with a sigh...

 

Celta snatches at the meatroll and manages to grasp a big bite. Gulping voraciously, she gives Sasha a look as if to say 'Got it!!' As she finishes the snack she rolls over in Sasha's lap and begs to be tickled.

 

 

S'nor sticks his tongue out at his klah mug and sits it on the table as he finishes off the meatroll and turns his attention back to Sasha and the firelizard with it's wierd antics...

 

Sasha chuckles slightly, looking up at him from under her eyelashes. "Can't argue with that thinking!" Pulling her long dark ponytail over her shoulder she begins to tickle Celta with the end of it, completely aware of his close proximity.

 

[Branwyth> The next cookie, covered in all colors of the spectrum, is pulled from Cinny's pocket with glee. "This is my cookie, since you two have had one. Nobody else out here wants any, do they?" Hopefully not. With a shrug, the rainbow cookie is slipped into her mouth with a crumb-dusted grin.

 

S'nor turns to Sasha so they can better have a conversation, his arm brushes up against her own, he only pauses for a moment at the touch, "I'm usually right in my thinking," he comments with a sage grin.... His eyes again looking her over now that he's got the chance...

 

Branwyth> Branwyth whuffles softly and snakes her long not-so-subtly glowing neck around to gaze longingly at Cinny.

 

Branwyth> Pilloeth offers a Draconic grin, as he nudges the child playfully with his muzzle, his tail flicking around and perhaps brushing against the Green.. But not intentionally.. Of course...

 

Branwyth> Cinny nearly loses her balance as she is nudged. Oof! The cookies are not dropped, though they almost are lost to the brown-stickiness of mud. "Okay, you can have your others now. Y'gotta open your mouth first, so I can give them to ya."

 

Branwyth> Pilloeth's jaw drops open as he sticks out his tongue awaiting the cookies as his tail continues to snake around in the Green's direction...

 

Branwyth> Cinny deposits two cookies on Pilloeth's tongue, with all the giddiness and delight she can muster. "There. You can't have anymore, though, 'cause I'm all out. 'Sides the two for me and the two for that green." Over to Branwyth she hops, hands armed and ready to feed the green her proper amount of cookies.

 

Sasha flashes him a cheeky glance, as his arm brushes against her and then feigns ignorance. "Celta...you are such a little flirt!" she chuckles as more meatroll finds its way to the little green firelizard. Her pet imitating her owner? nah....Sasha's not that sort of girl...is she? "I've not seen you around much myself....been busy?" she allows herself to look at him innocently...Yeah right!

 

Branwyth> Branwyth eyes Pilloeth's tail, and focusses her attention even more on the little human with the snacks. her tail swishes with impatience and her mouth opens for more. Ooops! Was that a brown flank she just flicked by accident there?

 

Branwyth> Cinny places the pair of cookies on Branwyth's tongue, muffling a giggle at the flirtatious antics of the green and brown. "All done. See, I told Sasha and S'nor I'd be back soon, so I gotta go back inside." Too bad, she didn't get to cover herself in a thick sheen of mud.

 

Branwyth> Pilloeth jumps abit at the un-expected flick on his rump, he glances over at the Green as he munches on his cookies and ponders as his own tail continues with a mind of it's own as it flips up to catch the flank-flicking culprit..

 

S'nor nods slightly, "Yea.. My wing keeps me busy," he admits, "And I spend a lotta time down in Ista at Gar Hold," he comments as his arm once again rests against hers, "Though I've been spending more time here lately,"

 

Branwyth> Branwyth munches on the delicious cookies..small, but sweet...her eyes swirl with pleasure and gratitude for the little girl...and something else? Wickedness flares into her eyes as she feels the sneakily snaking brown tail behind her. arching her long neck, as if to stretch in the sunshine, she cranes to view this impudent brown....might he be the one? she muses playfully to herself...

 

Branwyth> Pilloeth glances over to the Green and tilts his head to the side as if innocently, though his tail continues in it's own personal mission as it stalks towards the green and her own tail..

 

Sasha continues to stroke and tickle the firelizard that is now crooning happily on her lap. "So what have you got keeping you so busy in Gar?" she teases him, all the time remaining innocently aloof and yet stifling a giggle whenever he 'inadvertantly' touches her arm.

 

S'nor smiles and shrugs lightly, causing his arm to once again brush up against hers, "Nothing much.. Just a good friend of Holder Natch," he comments with a smile, "I hear she recently had a baby," he muses making a note to go visit her soon..

 

Branwyth> Branwyth sweeps her head around to look squarely in the eye at Pilloeth. There...that startled you! Little red and golden sparks swirl in her eyes, and she gazes at him waiting for his reaction.

 

Cinny will probably suceed in tracking a thick trail of mud throughout the whole Weyr. "The dragons like the cookies," she informs both 'riders, weaving through chairs and tables to come in a closer vicinity of the pair. "I gotta go find my stuffed runner, though." And practice being all seductive and flirtatious, like Branwyth and Branwyth's rider. She likes to mimic people, you see? "Bye S'nor, Sasha!"

 

Cinny goes home.

 

Sasha puts two and two together....and possibly comes up with five....or not...her maths isn't that bad...."See you Cinny! her train of thought is broken for a second as she waves cheerily at the little girl who has been treating her dragon. " A baby huh!"

 

Branwyth> Pilloeth returns Branwyth's gaze as he flicks her flank with his tail, then drops his jaw in a draconic grin, Turn about fair play after all...

 

Branwyth> Branwyth's eyes are dropped in a girl-like show of bashfulness. And then suddenly she feels the flick on her flank. How dare he! Quick as summer lightning, her tail sneaks back over to his andflicks him again... a little harder this time...

 

S'nor's distracted for a brief moment as Cinny enters, he smiles at the young child and nods, as he returns his eyes to Sasha and nods, "Yes.. I don't know who the father is yet.. But I hope to find out all the details shortly," he says as wiggles abit more.. His hand falling to a lap.. Just happening not to be his.. And he doesn't realize this quite yet....

 

Branwyth> Pilloeth jumps at the flick and sits up, turning his eyes to Branwyth as he tilts his head to the side in thought, this time his tail doesn't exactly flick, but more strokes her flank playfully as lays back down and relaxes with this new game..

 

Sasha's eyes drop to her lap which now appears to contain one green firelizard and one brownrider's hand. "Celta likes being tickled...." she notes, interested to see how he intends to explain himself. Had she been of a usual frame of mind the hand would have been slapped away with anger....funny...she doesn't seem to mind at the moment....

 

Celta does though...turning suddenly, she sees the hand and gives it a sharp bite...how dare it invade her territory!

 

Pyrene steps carefully in from the Central Bowl.

 

S'nor's hand remains where it lays in Sasha's lap for a few moments, then he realizes where it's at and reaches it to stroke the firelizard as if that's where it was headed the /whole/ time.. He glances up as he senses that they're no longer alone and offers a nod of greeting to Pyrene...

 

Pyrene walks in and promptly stops to eye the brownrider with the roving hand. Her gaze then travels upwards to Sasha and the penny drops. Another one. With a grimace she continues into the cavern and over to the redfruit juice and meatrolls. "Morning," she adds, absently.

 

Sasha is completely embarrassed. "Celta! You mustn't bite people! Thats really bad! He was just being friendly!" she looks up at him and apologises. "I am sorry...she's a bit protective of me..." Grateful for a change in subject, she sees Pyrene's entrance and waves. "Hey Pyrene how's the bump?" she makes no attempt to move the offending hand however...just kinda...forgets about it....

 

S'nor retracts his hand abit from the biteing firelizard, but his hand isn't removed completely, as he smiles to Sasha, "Tis ok," he comments of the 'lizzen's latest antic as he turns to Pyrene, "How goes?" he inquires of her with an amiable smile..

 

"Good for Celta," Pyrene comments cryptically flipping a bit of meatroll at the lizard--let's hope she catches it else Sasha stands a good chance of getting meat in her eye. "The bump is /heavy/ and it's constantly hiccuping," she laments to the greenrider. How nice of them to ask!

 

Celta chitters angrily and leaps from Sasha's lap. Since that great Green dragon started glowing Sasha has been nothing but trouble! She zooms upwards to sulk on a ledge high up.

 

Branwyth> The plot of the game thickens as Pilleoth twists his neck around to look at the green, then lightly return the brush.. All in fun of course...

 

Branwyth> Loren walks in.

 

Loren strides confidently, hips swinging, in from the Central Bowl.

 

Luckily the meat missed Sasha...Celta caught it on her way skywards, and now all she has to worry about are S'nor's roving hands. She stifles a giggle at her bizarre situation and shifts her body a little, to get more comfortable....its cosy next to him, and she's enjoying herself. " It can't be much longer now can it, Pyrene? When do we finally get to meet your youngster then?" Rather Pyrene than Sasha...thats for sure....!!

 

S'nor retrieves his hand now as he blinks up at the firelizard as it leaves her lap, he uses it to snag himself a meatroll to busy himself as he listens to the conversation idly..

 

Pyrene gives a grin of half-nerves, half-relief. "Another three sevendays at most, it should be!" she assures her. "Hey, Loren!" Look... somebody who /isn't/ proddy, thank Faranth. "How is everybody anyway. I take it Branwyth's well, which means Pilloeth probably is too..."

 

Loren directs a beam Pyrene-wards as she enters, according the goldrider with a fingerwiggle as she prances in the general direction of the creampuffs. "Hullo, Pyrene.. ooh, three sevendays 'til you have your baby? That's good." Beam, glow, and the bakerlet pauses to direct a random comment about children and her weyrmate to a passing 'brat before snatching up a creampuff and plopping in a chair. "I'm good, and stuff." Beam, glow. "How're you?"

 

Branwyth> Above,  Nylanth bursts in from ::between::, overlooking the area with a calculating gaze.

 

Branwyth thinks to you, << I bespoke Pilloeth with: Branwyth sends sensuously swirling dawn mists around her words, creeping like incense <<You have big strong wings...Presumably you can fly fast.>>  to him. >>

 

Branwyth> Above,  From Nylanth's bronzen neck, G'deon laughs outloud, patting the bronzen neck infront of him again.  "Well done, Nyls, just take us down now, nice and gentle."

 

Branwyth> Above,  Nylanth drops down towards the Bowl.

 

Branwyth> Nylanth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.

 

Branwyth> G'deon slides from Nylanth's neck and lands gently on the ground.

 

Branwyth> Chiad slides from Nylanth's neck and lands gently on the ground.

 

Branwyth> From Nylanth's bronzen neck, Kinecha's breath comes out in an explotion as the come back out from between. "Hate to say, but I think I'm almost getting used to betweening." However strange that might sound.

 

Branwyth> Kinecha slides from Nylanth's neck and lands gently on the ground.

 

Branwyth> "Thank you, Nylanth and G'deon," Chiad says softly, waving to them.  "And it was a pleasure meeting you Kinecha," she adds before glancing towards the caverns.  "I'll just go see about that job.  I'll see you around."

 

Branwyth> Branwyth's eyes flick away from Pilloeth and sparks of firely red glint again within them as she sees Nylanth arrive.

 

S'nor falls asleep.

 

Branwyth> Nylanth rumbles pleasantly, both in reply to his passengers and in greeting to the other dragons.

 

Branwyth> "Pleasure meeting you too, Chiad," Kinecha says, "hope to see you around here, then.."

 

Branwyth> Chiad waves again before heading into the caverns.

 

Branwyth> Chiad walks to the Caverns.

 

Chiad walks in from the Central Bowl.

 

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

 

<Local> Branwyth senses that she sends a myriad of swirling sparks through a mist heavy with incense <<Hello Nylanth! You look busy today!>>

 

Branwyth> G'deon removes his gloves, quickly tucking them behind his belt.  "Have a good day Necha," he says, winking to her before vaulting again to Nylanth's shoulders.  "If you ever need a ride again, let me know."

 

Branwyth> G'deon ascends with practiced steps up to Nylanth's bronzen neck and settles in between two neckridges.

 

Pyrene crumples the skirt of her dress with one nervous hand. "Well, yes... At least it'll be out and it'll be my own body again," she says fervently. "You and R'ave thinking of having kids then, Lor? You and S'nor got plans, Sash?" Only one of those questions was serious, but she's more interested in the results of the other.

 

Branwyth> "And thanks for the ride, Nylanth, G'deon," Kinecha adds, before turning to get back to the headquarters, "I'll have to run." A wave is given towards dragon and rider before she lopes to the HQ.

 

Branwyth> Kinecha walks quickly, but quietly to the Guards HQ.

 

Branwyth> Nylanth takes off.

 

Branwyth> Above,  Nylanth takes off from Central Bowl

 

Branwyth> Above,  Nylanth soars in for a landing on Nylanth's ledge.

 

The housekeeper arrives to cart S'nor off to bed.

 

Sasha shudders slightly at the thought of children and is even more shocked at Pyrene's joking words. "You know that brats and I don't mix. I admire you Pyrene for the sheer guts of going through a pregnancy...but its not something I'm contemplating! I practically bath in green stuff so it ain't happening!" realising that that makes her sound like fair game, she blushes a bit but proddyness rules at the moment and she's not that embarrassed. "yeah Loren...", she chuckles, deflecting the attention..."when are you going to start making R'ave-babes?"