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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 Donnan, Searcher, Quenn, Tiramisu, Gyo, Heaven, Hunter, Kelpie, Aftiel, Nyumnyum, Ebb, Mamoru, Rude, Kynance, Freak, Truro, Boingy, Bloop, Tork, Aphira, Spoingy, Boink, Endel, Spuds, Leviathan, Ashleigh, Chiernathe, Lava, Vsevolod, Oren, Wufei, Sociopathe, Heero, BronzeMaleFirelizard, Lechehedonvoluptintri, Marp, Tyan, Archimedes, Pyre, Vincent, Amulet, Felvis, and Rhiannon. You see Old Auntie sit-by-the-fire, OOC NOTICE (look sign), Food, Boots, Hobbes, Nimbus, Generic Sign-Up Sheet, and Cattysaur here. Pia and Slippa are here. Obvious exits: Bowl Kitchens Inner Caverns Crafting Area Pia Her form is slender self-importance, a svelte self of pride and bronzed skin. Cast upon her oval, sun-blushed face is a set of insidiously charming features -- rather appealing at least 'til she opens her mouth. Her pale green eyes, wide set against the urbane arch of her nose, suggest a depth of character denied by the soft pouty curve of her lips. Thick waves of gold kissed russet frame her face, blowzy predisposition firmly supressed by the artificial creation of those perfectly sleek curls. Sisal lingers, cream hues limning a dainty camisole with straps that loop about bronze-touched shoulders. Overlayed champagne's sleek intensity slides into a carelessly sleeveless sundress. Whispered effervescence lends gold specks to cloth, color repeated in the fluttering of the lace -edged hem. Tiny glinting stones sparkle at her earlobes, matched by the larger wine jewel nestled at her throat. Green smears across her shoulder, a long looping tail entwined into her hair. Blue slithers up and down her arms, rarely still, never calm. Bronze glowers from her shoulder, tail tip twitching endlessly. A delicate gold metal firelizard earcuff clings to Pia's ear. Ebony and indigo couple into a single loop of carefully crafted hemp, with a small tail and a jaunty tassle, lording over a round white badge, russet wine skin sloshing into a silver glass, all indicative of her Weyr Vintner status at High Reaches Weyr. She is awake and looks alert. Pia is 19 Turns, 6 months, and 6 days old. Feet propped up close to the fire, Pia reclines in one of the hearthside chairs, checking items off a long hide with a piece of charcoal. Slippa trips as she makes her way into the Living Caverns, upsetting the sleeping blue firelizard in her arms. "Ack!" She says, managing to right herself before falling flat in her face. Looking about to see if anyone saw her blunder, she blushes, then notices Pia. "Pia? Oh yeah, forgot you lived down here..." Shrugging, she sidles over to slip into a chair close to the fellow Vintner, stroking McCleane as she does. "Isn't it cold here?" Tilarekna pauses on the threshhold of the room's enterance from the inner caverns, managing to look both lost, disorientated and completely at home in one go. Quite a feat really. Pushing a strand of red-brown mane from her eyes, she touches her necklace breifly before padding into the living caverns. "It's always cold," Pia replies flatly, gazing sidelong at her fellow Vintner. "Even in the depths of summer, it's cold." An awkward moment passes, before the 'Reaches Vintner manages to produce an expression that only faintly resembles a smile. "So, I heard the rumor that you'd been Searched," she notes, gaze flicking to the other girl's knot, "but I wasn't sure if I could believe it." "Rumor? Well, you better believe it, Pia. I'm here to stay." Smug grin plays the Vintner Apprentice's mouth, and she lifts a hand to brush back a plaited strand of hair from her face. "I've no idea how you stand this shardin' cold... it's /freezing/!" "Well, lucky me." And doesn't Pia just sound thrilled. Glancing over Slippa's shoulder, the 'Reaches Vintner gestures with her chin towards Tilarekna. "Who's she, another Candidate?" More slave labor? Tilarekna blinks, then smiles at both Slippa - recognised from the dorms - and Pia, not-familiar-a-face at all, and a nod is tossed before she takes a seat at a table, and reaches, predictably, for Klah. Because it is COLD... Slippa turns her head to look at Tilarekna - yup, Candidate... face is recognised. "Yeah, she's a Candidate. I don't know her name, though..." She smiles at the Candidate, inviting her over to sit by her. "Hiya!" She calls out. Wonder if she saw Slippa's graceless entrance? "Buck up, Slippa," Pia drawls, inching her lace-stockinged tootsies closer to the fire. "It's not /that/ cold. Just wait until wintertime, if you're still around." Soprano suggests that that possibility is very unlikely. "Then, you'll see cold." Tilarekna glances back up at the voice, and a smile as warm as the klah is given. "Uh, hi..." Cheerful wave is thrown in Slippa's direction. Jolinar trills whilst Kairo snorts. It's COLD. No like here... A sip of klah is taken again. "I'm Slippa, y'know, a Candidate, like y'self?" Pia is temporarliy ignored while she introduces herself to the new person. "Formerly a Vintner, and still a Vintner, I guess." She shrugs, confusing herself a bit..."Oh, and in case you've not met her, that's Pia." An finger is thrust in Pia's direction, indicating the other Vintner. Bubbly, isn't she? And it's that cheerfulness that settles any nerves Tilarekna's been carrying over since this morning. "Hi, I'm Tilarekna, formally and still of Ista Weyr... Weyrfolk there, Candidate here..." she winks, before nodding politely at Pia. "Well met." "You," Pia notes, relish evident in her voice, "are now a Candidate, and are thusly subject to the whims and fancies of all of the honest residents and riders of this weyr. Oh, and Slippa, dear, the first chore for you all, enmasse, is to clean the wine caverns. Thought you'd escaped that, didn't you?" Slippa's jaw drops. "Pia! You can't do that!" Or can she? "I'm not cleaning out any wine caverns... you're the Vintner here, do it y'self!" Pouting, she crosses her arms over her chest, the small blue firelizard on her lap almost squished by the action. Tilarekna buhlinks, and turns to gaze at Pia. It's not the actual DOING of the chore she's about to object to... "You're going to let candidates near the wine?" Think, think, think what you're SAYING here. "Are you.. uh.. quite sure about that?" "You can, and you will," Pia carols, fingers laced behind her head. "That's ordinarily a job for the drudges up here, but, ooo, you know, the drudges get a vacation when you all arrive. Think of all the fun you'll have, scrubbing the corners, finding the 'snake carcasses... Ooh, and has anyone mentioned to you about cleaning the middens?" Pia beams a smile towards Tilarekna, perhaps showing more teeth than necessary. "Dear, none of you are allowed to drink. From the moment you don that white knot, no drinking, no intimacy, /nothing/." "Middens?" Squeeks Slippa, jaw dropping lower. "Bet you never lifted a finger when you were here before, Pia. I don't see why I should have to listen to /you/, anyways. You've got no authority over me." Triumphant grin. 'Least, that's the way it works back at that Hall - no? Tilarekna starts to chuckle, mane bobbing. "Oh, I know that. This isn't my first go at playing dragon bait.." Amber eyes return the glint. "I was just wondering if you realise the, uh, possible ramifications of Candidates getting hold of wine. And I don't mean drinking..." This is your ONLY warning. Because, like, candidates like pranks, you know, and if Pia's letting Candies near the wine..... "Dear," and hence comes Pia's one warning. "You touch the riders boxers, their leathers, even their klah, and they'll just be amused. But touch their wine... you'll find punishment swift and severe." Again, an angelic smile is beamed towards Slippa. "Did I ever tell you about the days I spent chained in the ash pits with Lyri? Hmmm... then you can start telling me how I never lifted a finger, ok?" Slippa rolls her eyes. "Pia, you over-exaggerate. Besides, a bit of hard work with yourself wouldn't go amiss..." Bitter-sweet grin creeps up her face, accompanied by a quiet chuckle - quickly stifled before it can get any louder. "Tilarekna, you've been a Candidate before?" She starts, turning aside to the other person in the conversation. "Were you a Candie here, or at Ista? That's where you said you were from, right?" "Yes, I over-exaggate. If you ever meet Lyri, why don't you ask her about the ash pits. And the chains. And the rotten tunnelsnakes." Rolling a shoulder in a careless shrug, Pia gazes at the two maliciously. "Just trying to warn you..." A roll of the eyes is highly tempting. As is an insolent shrug. But that's not 'Rekna's way. "Oh, trust me, *I* won't lay a finger tip on the wine. I can't say much for the others though... and I know about riders, _dear_, my father's one. And I know several." Now she turns away back to her fellow Candidate - us candies gotta stick together, right? - and nods. "I was an Istan candie. And Fort one too. But yeah, I'm not new to this like some folks I know." She rubs one arm, trying to shed herself of the cold chill. It's may be spring, but compaired to Ista? This weyr is COLD. "Have you been a candidate before?" Ooh, chains.... Lyri walks in from the Central Bowl. Lyri A slight girl, barely reaching 5'8, with short, ebony tresses that have been allowed to grow out to just above her ears. Her jade green eyes are her most noticeable feature, looking out from under long, thick, lashes. High arching eyebrows stand out against skin tanned to a yellow brown while soft, ruby lips curve gently. A small, upturned nose compliments her angular chin, which is often tilted defiantly and gives her a rather impish look. Farther down, her frame, while rather frail in appearance, does carry the curves that show her to be female, though little else about her presence would indicate it. Her arms are a bit long with tapering fingers and rather short nails and her legs seem to be a bit much for her to control. Bright hues of deep forest green fold and crease their way down the wherhide riding jacket, ending at midthigh. Soft undercolorings of light brown and tan play just beneath the jungle of colors, culminating in a rich mixture over the snug fitting hood. Soft fur lines the jacket, peeking out at the cuffs and hemlines, a much needed protection from the cold of ::between::. A wide belt circles her waist, shifting in color from emerald to jungle in smooth fluid motion; small metal loops dot the belt, ready for straps or gear. Emerald riding pants fit her loosely, while her gloves fit tighter, but still allow the free range of movement. Rich emerald boots round out the ensemble, lacing up the sides to her knees. Perched on Lyri's shoulder is Temper. Perched on Lyri's shoulder is Cyclone. She is awake and looks alert. Lyri is 19 Turns, 11 months, and 4 days old. Speak of the devil... Lyri wanders in and, after pouring a rather large glass of wine, settles back into a chair to regard the others. Knots are spotted and a rather languid smile spreads over the rider's face..mmmm.. candies. "Hello all." Her greeting is in a tone that could either be lazy or wicked, or a mixture of both.. beware. Devil? Her? Nah..... More like the Pernese antichrist but.. we won't go there. ;) Snort. Slippa shakes her head, snuggling down into her chair to try and get a /bit/ warmer. "Nope, never. What's it like, being on the sands an' all?" Aweful gaze falls upon Tilarekna, as she's eager to gather all information she can about the Hatching, the dragonets... "I've never even gotten to a /Hatching/ before." She sighs heavily, wrapping an arm around her legs to try and get warmer. "Lyri!" Pia hails from the hearthside, hands on her hips. "These candidates don't believe that we were chained together last time..." Lyri gives a wave to Pia and then laughs, the sound rather deep and not at all something that should come from someone so compact. "Oh? Don't believe it, eh? R'sli had us both chained together cleaning out the ash pits. It was partly my fault, though, for that tunnelsnake." She winks, eyes glinting wickedly. "Which reminds me... how many of you have hunted tunnelsnakes?" Run. Now. Tilarekna blinks, turning her head to observe and nod at the rider who've just made an appearance, before smiling at Slippa. "I Stood at Fort.. I couldn't at Ista - got sick," and regret colours her tone. Then she blinks, glancing from Vinter to Rider then at Slippa. Uh oh. Um.. "I believe you, Rider. I've heard enough candidate tales from the riders at Ista to last me a hundred dozen falls," and Tunnelsnakes? Bah! They're easy! Let me at 'em! Slippa rolls her eyes. Chains? Sure... whatever. "Whatever... chains indeed. You two're just up to scare us...." She smiles in the direction of the unknown rider, sure that it's all just a joke. "Fort? I've never been there... I've not done much, y'see. I've only been from Tillek to Gar, and to Ista Weyr once. Thassall..." The wistful tone in her voice shows how much she wanted - wait, /wants/, to travel. Pia focuses a pointed glare towards Slippa before merely shrugging. "Whatever, Slippa. You'll find out soon enough." Ominously. Lyri chuckles, taking another sip of wine and looking toward the bowl for a moment before giving a sigh as the third green in her life makes an appearance. After a few chitters and hisses the 'lizard settles on the table as the human shakes her head. "Sharding..." Slippa is eyed for a moment and a frown is given. "Questioning the word of a rider? Well.. not that I mind but I've still got the set to prove it.. and the tunnelsnake." One hand gestures toward herself. "I'm Lyri, so that you all know." Lyri *really does still have that tunnelsnake. Ebb * thinks Lyri should chain them up for doubting her. ;) Pia *does too! Lyri *ooooh's.. that'd be a great idea.. though I'd prolly have to clear it. Tilarekna raises a slight eyebrow, but her smile is warm enough. "Well, I was only at Fort Weyr because they couldn't cope with me at the Hold," now what does THAT imply? "Holders are STRANGE folk..." her words a coupled with a shrug before she relaxes back in her chair. And blinks and winces for Slippa. NEVER doubt a rider's words. Especially not one with a thread of green in her knot. Of course, she heard that from her dad, a blue rider, who spends most of his time running AWAY from them... "Well met, Lyri. I'm Tilarekna, daughter of Istan Rider, B'oat. Partnered to Shippith." Tilarekna * heys! I don't doubt! "What did you say about Fort Hold?" Now Pia's voice holds a dangerous edge as she gazes sidelong at the Candidate. Ebb * awws, but it would be so fun... ;) Really. Pia * can testify! It is fun :) Lyri *nods, it is.. almost as fun as having to clean the privvies. Slippa *acks. Gotta go... sorry to cut this short! Slippa has disconnected. Slippa falls asleep. Lyri gives a nod to Tilarekna and then glances at Pia. "Ah, Pia, I come from the middle, hold /and/ weyrfolk are odd to me." A laugh is given before she looks over the small group for a moment. "I was a trader before settling in Keroon and being searched." Which explains her oddness, no? Blink. Blink. "Well, not the Hold, exactly," Rekna corrects herself absently. NOW What's got this Pia's knickers in a twist? "The Healer Hall there. I had to be taken there when I was sick. And they kept me there for aaaages. And, well.." now her nose wrinkles as she takes a sip of klah, "I think I'll stick to the Weyr life. Holds and Halls.. they're weird." Of course, she's only ever been to Fort and Ista hold. And Keroon Herderhall. Not like she actually has a lot experience with hold life.. Lyri *twists Pia's knickers. ;) Kinky. "My grandfather," Pia informs the Candidate icily, "is the Lord Holder of Fort. Thus, I trust you'll keep all further insults towards my familial hold to yourself." With a sniff, she slides her feet off of the stool and into her shoes. Twisted. Mudwrestling! Lyri rolls her eyes; here we go /again/. "Honestly," she mutters, though it is in the direction of Columbia's glowing hide which, coincidently, matches with Temper's. "Oh well. I'll tell you where the odd folk are, and that's around Southern Boll, what with the weavers being there and all. You'd think folks were constantly expecting a gather, it'd put a trader's wardrobe to shame at times." Well, except for hers. Tilarekna raises her eyebrows. "I'm sorry, how could I have known, I only met you today.." and her tone is equally icy. Bah, crafter. "And I wasn't insulting your family. i was just commenting that I found Hold life and Hall to be strange. To me. A weyr person." So there! Nyah! Weird creature... Fah. Turning to look at the other, the rider, she grins. "Really? Da's been there. Said that some of the colours they wear would blind you.." With another, more haughty sniff, Pia rises, nods to both rider and candidate, and stalks upstairs. Pia *gotta go! *snugs!* Pia opts for broad stairs that lead up to the Crafting rooms above the inner caverns. Lyri nods again, giving a comical grin. "Bright, and that goes for men and women both." Pia is given another glance before she goes back to contemplate the glowing hide of her firelizard. "Holders.. never understood 'em." Tilarekna stares after the crafter, then shakes her head. "I don't think she likes me." Her tone indicates the feeling is QUITE mutual. "Yeah, holders are strange folk... Normally, I'd say crafters are okay - I've a cousin in the herdercraft, and she is NOT like that.." her head is nodded in Pia's gone direction. Caylea arrives from deeper in the Weyr. Lyri laughs loudly for a moment. "Oh my.. Pia? Believe you me, she's better than she was when I first met her, not half as bad as she used to be," the rider admits before taking another sip of wine. "She used to be hautier than a prize runner. Oh, I like the girl, just don't go tellin' her I said so, and it's not really all her fault that she lays so much to her bloodline. I suspect that has something to do with upbringing as well." See? Even evil harbringers of doom like Lyr have a little compassion. Tilarekna raises a disbelieving eyebrow. This is Pia at her BEST?? Her expression is incredulous, although she does not doubt Lyri's words. "Oh, she won't here it from me.." She nods slowly, before her eyes glance at movement into the cavern, and a friendly grin lightens her face. "Cay!" she waves at the healer. Lyri finishes off her wine and rolls her eyes as she settles Columbia onto her shoulder. "Well, her ladyship calls.. another oiling." Poor, poor, proddy Lyri. Lyri *hasta go make cookies, but will be back. Lyri exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside. Candied healer! Maybe she can do a few of the physicals? Eww. The woman drags herself into the living cavern, passing a paranoid glance around everything. Whimper. Well, this time at least she's clothed. Never never ever listen to Damia again. The smell of waking klah however does bring her eventually away from the threshold. She hears Tilar and glances over, her eyes wildly uncertain. She gives a brief wave before darting for the klah. Tilarekna stares at Caylea for one very long moment, before giving her a very sympathetic smile. "Home sick yet?" Her tone of voice has an edge to it that indicates that she is. Just a little. Already? Yup. Candied Istan Weyrfolk takes another klah sip. Well.. "Yes." She snaps softly, shaking her head as she pours some klah. She quickly grabs it, sloshing a little on her hand (ouch) as she heads back for the tables and sets across from Tilar. Her look is suspicious, and she nearly bears down on Tilar with that glare. "You didn't hear?" Tilarekna blinks at Cay, suprised by her tone. Okay, hello? No she hasn't. What did she do? The hurt look is kept, for the most part, off her features, but not in her voice. "No, heard what?" Caylea appears to relax a little. Good. Tilar hadn't heard. A comforting drink of the warm klah is taken before the healer stares down into the softly swirling mohagany liquid. "Good..Just stay away from Damia at all costs. She's /evil/ I tell you, pure and simple." Well, she wasn't going to so easily give away what had happened. That'll take a bit of cozing. Tilarekna ahs.. and nods. "If you say so... And if you meet a vinter called Pia.. don't insult her home hold. She's of the blood of Fort, dontcha know.." *snort* Not impressed at all with Pia is Reka. "But, I've met Slippa and Sasha. They seem pretty nice Candies.." Caylea gives a half nod as she takes another sip. "Already met Pia. I don't think she's too impressed with me yet." She looks up towards Tilar, a wickedly amused gleam in her eyes. Then she gives a shrug of her shoulder as she leans forward on the table. "So, been assigned the chore list yet?" Tilarekna shakes her head, leaning BACK in her chair, eyes drifting towards the ceiling of the carvern. "Nope. But I believe Pia wants us to clean out the wine alcove.." She glances back at Cay, matching twinkle in her eyes. "And I don't think she'd be impressed by anyone. Or any dragon." Ooooo.. HISS... Temper, temper! Amulet *dies! Tilarekna * is being meeeeeean. ^^ Caylea chuckles and shakes her head. "Got a point there. Heard she used to be a candidate. Then again, I'd be scared of the dragon that would choose her. I mean... one's bad enough but.." She allows herself to be indulgent as she sticks her pinky in the warm klah and stirs it idly. "She also seems to have convienced weyrwoman Pyrene and several other dragonriders that those wince cellars need scrubbing. I know what I'd like to scrub them with..." She adds, smiling mischieviously. "Though I don't think that's allowed." Sigh, shrug of shoulders. Tilarekna mock-huffs in agreement, before taking another sip of klah.. and making a face. "Oh, shards that's gone cold!" Much faster than at Ista, too! From the look on her face, it appears that living at 'Reaches Weyr will take some getting used to.. "Well, I don't know, ifg they're daft enough to let us candidates in the wine cellar..." she gives a shrug... and a wink. Oooo.. Kinecha walks in from the Central Bowl. Kinecha Reaching a hight of almost 6 feet, this woman is taller than most. Her features are somewhat like those of a man, with hardened arm and leg muscels. Her blond hair, which is almost a stark white, has been cropped short and close to the scalp. Long brows arc over wide grayish green eyes with dark lashes. Her face and chin are angular and her nose is long and narrow with only a little bend at the middle, where it once was broken. On her right cheek is a 5-centimetre scar which runs just below her cheekbone. Her hands, with strong, long fingers, are callused and scarred. All in all, this woman is very masculine. Foregoing her heavy leather jacket for the warmer season Kinecha wears a thick-clothed darkgreen shirt over a thinner shortsleeved gray shirt. Covering her legs are trousers, wellworn and in need of patching in several places. Her leatherboots reaching halfway up her calfs, are lined with once soft fur. On her shoulder is a double corded knot in black and blue assigning her as a High Reaches Guard recruit. Kinecha's Bag hangs heavily from Kinecha's shoulder. She is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute. Kinecha is 19 Turns, 10 months, and 20 days old. Kinecha walks slowly, but purposefully toward the refreshment-table to get the mandatory mug of klah. The healer gives a soft shrug, chuckling softly. "Couldn't drink before, can't drink now. No big difference. And honestly I'd rather stay away from the stuff. Last time I touched it I did a lot more harm then good." Her days of clinging on Arc with a bunch of other women were over. Drunken stupors. Eek. She takes another sip of her cooling klah. "Sigh.. I'll never get used to this freeze. And they call this -spring-!" Blah. Caylea glances towards the entering Kinecha with a bare nod of her head. Then she looks back to Tilar. "And I was awake for hours before the sun even rose! I'm still on Istan time, for the life of me." Tilarekna winces. "You too?" Time differences.. OI! *ick* *sigh* "Well, I wasn't suggesting _drinking_ it, you know..." A pause of voice, and eyes dart sideways to include Kinecha.. Ah, better not continue that. "I'll tell you later." She takes a swig of cold klah, then disgards it for fresh liquid. "And I really don't like this weather, either. This is autumn season weather! Not spring!" She shivers again. "Da's bringing my stuff from Ista, want me to write him and get some of your stuff too?" Grinning slightly at the womens complaints about the weather Kinecha sits near them saying "It's really not that bad, the weather, that is." Caylea arches a brow. "Alright.." She utters before reaching up a hand to rub the back of her neck soothingly. The glances over to Kinecha, protesting lightly. "Came from Ista." that explains it all. Tropical, warm, rainy and dry season only, Ista. Caylea gives a belaed nod to Tilar. "That'd be nice. Make sure to tell him to bring my hides as well. They're in the trunk at the foot of my bed...er..old bed." Tilarekna nods back at Kinecha, "Yup, we're Istans. Gotta love that hot weather..." Eyes return with a smile to Cay. "No problem. Shippith says Morath speaks highly of you, so he'll be happy to bring anything.." Giving an understanding nod Kinecha says "right, well I've experienced worse, believe me." Having come out of a travelling family she knows all about bad - and cold - weather. Caylea arches a brow before relaxing. "Oh..I remember. Carelock's brown?" Then she hears Kinecha's words and gives a nod. "As have I...well, worse in other ways. The weather down on that isle can get fairly unpredictable. Specially during the storm season. So, you always lived here at Reaches?" Kinecha shakes her head. "No, I just came here recently. I used to be out on the roads with my Dad. We travelled a lot." Coming here is probably the best thing that ever happened to her. Tilarekna gives a second nod. "Yup, Carelock's brown..." her voice trails off then, and her face tilts to gaze into her mug. Homesickness striking unexpectedly it seems.. "I'd be having klah with Carelock in the living caverns if I were home round about now.." she murmurs faintly in dismay. The healer candie's mouth purses as she gives a nod to that. "I used to travel a lot as well. Part of a caravan before I left and joined the Hall." Then, as she remembers she no longer has her 'right' knot on, Caylea smiles. "Healer hall that is." Then she hears Tilar and glances over, her eyes understanding but her facade set. "Hey, no worrying about home. We'll be back there sooner or later." Cay didn't hold much hope in impressing. After all, look at all those strong, strapping young men..er..candie's they've been bringing in. She winks. "Did you see Stelanor? I think that's his name at least... He was brought in by S'ch yesturday." Tilarekna glances up again, attention caught. Strapping, not striped candies? Daaarn.. "No, I didn't. Which is he?" she wonders, brows furrowing. Apart from Lis and Lyri, she's not really met any other members of this here Weyr. Her grin twitches. Guy talk. Yus. Yver'ss fun to.. no, don't think of home. think of HERE. NOW. Legs streching out in front of her Kinecha leans back in her chair arms crossed and just listens to the conversation. After all, she has nothing to say about guys. At least not who's cute and who's not. You notice Kinecha looking at you. Caylea licks her lips for a moment before almost casually shrugging her shoulders. "Heard he comes from Bitra. 'e's not got the nicest personality from what I can see, but he's still rather...pronounced." ie Tall, dark, and handsome. "Heard he was around 20 though, and he looks like the type tha's going to be rather pushy. I'd watch out for him." Caylea knew she would be, just in a different way. She chuckles, taking another sip of klah. "You seen any other candi's brought in?" Bronagh arrives from deeper in the Weyr. Tilarekna's lips quirk again knowingly, "Bitra, huh? Well, you know what they say about most Bitrans.." She doesn't, actually, no one's clued her in yet, but she's not about to let the shoe drop on THAT particular fact. "Well... I saw a guy called Korsair get dragged in. Didn't look to willing, poor guy. He's Tallish, with shaggy kinda hair. Herder-type. Know's my cousin, Paige." She takes a second sip, before giggling. "Very quiet. And you know what they say about the quiet types.." a wink is thrown across the table. Aztek winks in from ::between::, a harsh sun of bronze spreading below him. Caylea calls to Aztek, who flies over and lands on her shoulder. Bronagh yawns quietly as she walks in, giving those already there a quick glance and a slightly nervy smile. She starts looking about for a place to sit. Bronagh Bronagh stands at 5'11", and is quite slender, almost too much so. She has straight brown hair coming down to her shoulders, which in certain light seems to take on a dark reddish hue. Her skin is quite pale, almost white, and her eyes are almost a pure sapphire shade of blue. Bronagh is wearing a deep blue coloured tunic, tied at the waist with a similarly coloured leather belt. Her trousers are of a slightly darker shade of blue and her boots are made of wher-hide. A knot in the black and blue of High Reaches colours denotes Bronagh as a resident of that Weyr. She is awake and looks alert. Bronagh is 18 Turns and 11 days old. Caylea glances back towards the other one here, and smiles. "You say you just came here? What made you decide to plant yourself in such a ...cold place?" Shiver. The healer-candi hugs her dress closer to herself, taking another sip of her drink. Her eyes widen at the thought. "Just perfect, now most of my gowns won't work here. I'll have to get a whole new wardrobe." Whine. Then she listens quietly to Tilar's words, chuckling at the end. "Sure. All the funner. Though I'm not sure how he'll survive that Bitran's administrations, that's for sure. It's going to be an..interesting..candihood, to say the least. Sister's Paige? Where she hail from?" Tilarekna shakes her head, grinning. "Nah, Paige hails from Katz Field Hold - her da was Holder there, but she left and joined herdercraft. Korsair's her mentee. And Paige is, well, technically, m'da's cousin. His mum and hers were sisters." she takes a second sip and _winces_. "New wardrobe? Oh, man, that's going to cost marks I don't have.." her face falls, and she gives a sigh. OH, yeah, this'll be one interesting candidacy... Kinecha shrugs "well, guess I always like it here in the north. We /did/ spend most of the time travelling the roads up here. Of course, we did go south when the snow made the roads impassable. Why did I come /here/? I like the weyrs. Lifestyle here's more open and forthcoming I guess." Green_Guest walks in from the Central Bowl. Bronagh finds a chair and sits down quietly, resting her head on her fist and reaching for some fruit to nibble on while she listens to the conversation. Not eavesdropping, oh not at all... Green_Guest wanders in, his eyes wide and mildly glazed, slightly excited at venturing about a new place, smiling. More open and forthcoming. Yes! That's it! That's why Reka found Holds so.... annoying. "I agree," she grins at Kinecha, before glancing and grinning in Bronagh's direction, wink fluttering her way. Caylea aahs and gives a nod. However, she frowns slightly at that. "The Weyr's just a bit -to- open for my tastes. And tricky." Then again, she could only be talking of what Damia had done to her. And that's not getting out in the open without forceps. She gives a glance towards Bronah, pursing her lips. So many people here! Eek. She half-heartedly waves before looking back to Tilar. "Nice.. I've never met her myself. Though I've heard of her before." As to the wardrobe she gives a sigh and nod of her head. "Definately. I've a few marks, but only one or two stashed away. I don't know how I'll afford it. I'll have a talk with the Headwoman about it later. " That produces another wince. "I heard we wear white robes at the hatching, and either barefooted or with sandels. Now, I have nothing wrong with that, -except- that part of me'll be freezing, and my feet'll be burnt to a crisp!" Emilia arrives from deeper in the Weyr. Tilarekna winces too, rememebering all too well the mincing steps one had to take on the sands. "Oh, trust me... it'll be hot on the day. You won't be able to stand the heat..." Sandels. She is SO wearing sandels. Emilia steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr. Kinecha shrugs again and says to Caylea "well, the Weyrs are great when you like girls. They don't much appreciate girls liking girls in the Holds. Dunno about the Halls, though..." Tilarekna blinks at Kinecha, then ahhhs, with a smile. Like that, huh? Well, she happens to prefer males, but each to their own.. "The Weyrs are far more accepting than the Holds. They're far more hide bound than us, and we've got all the dragons!" Caylea chuckles and nods her head. "Have you stood before Tilar?" She asks, suddenly wondering at the other's dead set assuredness. Then she glances over to Kinecha and shrugs her shoulders. "The Halls are pretty accepting of anything. Except for the fact that no matter who you like, you won't be able to have any...er..'fun'...until after you become a journeyman." As for Caylea's preferences, those would remain unknown to any but herself. Kinecha didn't come here to impress dragons. In fact she never even thought about becoming a dragon rider before she came here. Tilarekna grins. "What, didn't I tell you? Guess not... I've stood at Fort and Ista.. well, nearly Ista. Got sick and sent to Fort. That's why I got picked for that Hatching." Complicated? Confusing? Yup. She's not likely to explain though. She think it sounds easy to understand.. The healer gives a shrug of her shoulders after a moment. "Nope, didn't tell me. Interesting though.. You got sick and went to Fort's hatching? Obviously since you're here, it didn't go as well as hoped?" She chuckles before taking another sip of her drink and glancing over towards Kinecha. "Ever been interested in any crafts or anything? I've a few good, biasd opinions myself." Akira shuffles into caverns, giving small waves to Tilarekna, Caylea, Kinecha, and Takovic as he makes his way to the many tables. Oo. Candidates? Already? Akira isn't very up-to-date, you see. Ahem. As he makes round to steal a few stale cookies, he finds himself back where he started. Really. Going in circles. Interesting.. to Akira, at least. He's no used to such high-level problem situations. Tilarekna ahhs at Cay, and shakes her head. "Was in the bakers.. wasn't very good... Maybe the weavers, when I don't impress." Gee, high hopes, neh? Shaking her head slightly Kinecha says "No, never really thought of a craft as such. I just became a guard recruit here, and that suits me just fine. It's like I was born for it..." Why is she suddenly becoming so sociable? It can't be because she's gotten a title, or can it? Tilarekna *hugs you all and thanks you for the RP. I've gotta go now... -------------------------------------------------------------------------