Tilarekna - Wednesday, December 13, 2000, 10:16 AM -------------------------------------------------- Chanticoth's Couch of Cuddles Cozy, if a bit roomy for its current occupants, this dragon couch was designed to fit the future needs of the pair sharing it. Rushes have been piled deep on the raised couch, their scent and appearance indicating them to be newly laid down. Arranged so they lie flat, the area has been swept clean and dust-free. Upon one end of the couch, several quilts cover them, each one in brightest royal blue and deepest darkest black, patchwork colors of the Weyr. The smell of clean rushes and aired quilts waft about here, carrying with it the scent of freshly oiled dragon hide. Curled about the couch is Seth. Brown Chanticoth is here. Obvious exits: Barracks Chanticoth Oh what sweet, sweet treacle flavours his slimly elongated curves, lightening the glimmering patina of burnt pinewood; oh what bright, bright ridges carol along his snow and mistletoe back, kissing the gingerbread surface below. But it is the patterned decadence of brandy-butter that defines this rogue: toasted to perfection from the ruddy nubs that cap his head to the festive curve of that spoon-shaped tail candycane-striped with russet, his sweetly blunted snout is fairy-dusted with holly-crimson, which also reddens freckled cheeks. His chestnut hide roasts in the open air of winter's breath wings, along which a darker brown tracery gaily hunts for perfection. Smouldering embers of evening's end warm his underbelly, stretching dusky shadows except where disturbed by the rare sunburst of flames, breathing life into the whole of his enchanting body. Chanticoth is 1 month and 6 days old. He is 6 feet (1m) long, with a wingspan of 10 feet (3m). Chanticoth senses Ilare looking at him. Chanticoth seems to be listening. Ilare A bright smile filled with warmth shines out from creamy-tan skin, framed by red-gold curls that fall in waves to the middle of her back. Locks once always in total disarray, obscuring amber eyes light enough to be considered golden, have finally become tame and controllable. Tanned skin is clean with a row of freckles scattered across her nose and cheekbones, the final hints of childhood pudginess fading to the faintest hint. Not willowy, she'll never be that, but strongly built and sturdy, as agile on her feet as a dragon midair. Having reached 5'6, she gives the impression of being taller through sheer smiliness and an insatiable friendliness. Alert and cheerful, her eyes seem to sparkle more since her Impression of Chanticoth, glowing almost bright gold when they're together. Royal blue, bright and crisp, has been fashioned into a silken shirt, long sleeves ending in neat cuffs, buttoned neatly down the front. Tucked into darkest shadow-tanned wher-hide trousers, which cling to her elegant not-so-long legs, close fit snug but not overly tight. Black belt is worn, with a gold buckle that glints faintly, while knee high black boots, lined with soft down, fit her feet comfortably. Watching alertly from Ilare's shoulder is Bay, eyes whirling in fun friendly colours. Nestled in Ilare's hair like a crown is Kairo. Curled snuggly about Ilare's neck is Jolinar Perched on Ilare's shoulder is Seth. A double twisted cord, one strand blue and one black, in a single loop, with a ribbon the color of Chanticoth - deepest, richest brown - threaded into it. She is awake and looks alert. You notice Ilare looking at you. Ilare is 18 Turns, 5 months, and 7 days old. Weyrling Barracks The large covered entryways open into two immense U-shaped caverns that stretch back deep into the rock of the cliffside. Glow baskets lining the cavern walls cast a soft light dispelling the shadows and illuminating the home of all High Reaches weyrlings. Stone couches, some smaller for the greens and blues and some, for bronzes and the occasional gold, so large they have to be climbed into, rise up to loom over the walkways of well-packed dirt. Along the walls nearest the entrances, shelves and pegs sport several sets of leathers and various books and tools needed when teaching and practicing; crates and supplies also take up residence in various nooks and crannies. Toward the back, a large, man-dug pool for use by the dragonets and their lifemates and several large containers kept full of fresh meat serve as conveniences for the busy residents of these barracks. To the southwest, you see Zaqith and Niamhyth. Snuggled in with the leather supplies and tools are nine firelizards. Brown Backstreeth, blue Recounth, and blue Catiminith are here. You see Weyrling Progress Record and Dragon Wing here. Obvious exits: Staff Office Bowl Couches Chanticoth> Ilare arises from the couch and vanishes out into the barracks. Chanticoth clambers out of Chanticoth's couch. Soquilith comes out of Soquilith's couch. You notice Soquilith looking at you. Soquilith swaggers piquantly to the Bowl. Chanticoth senses that he yawns and opens his jaws wide, before waiting for his lifemate to place another piece of meat betwixt his jaws. <> Sleepy is fading from the deep, melodic voice, crackling with flames. Chanticoth senses that Nylanth slowly lifts his head, eyes unlidding as the darkness is tinged by golden rays. << I think I am too.... G'deon, I'm hungry too >> Deep dark blue of midnight lightens to azure of morning. G'deon climbs down from Nylanth's couch. G'deon stumbles rather ungracefully out of the large raised couch, clumsily rubbing at his eyes before turning back towards 'bed'. "Well, come on..." Nylanth climbs down from Nylanth's couch. Nylanth stretches slowly, a huge yawn commences. Ilare nods to G'deon from where she is in the midst of slicing more meat, brownling lifemate sat beside her, chewing away, eyes whirling with only traces of hungery red. "Morn--*yawn*--ing," she calls, not bothering to wave as the knife slices. Chanticoth senses that Nylanth thinks << I just want to stretch first >> Jubilant sparkles of red and gold pierce the azure of daybreak as laughter pierces a cold night << You should too, G'deon >> Chanticoth senses that Imbriath's sleepy mindtone, full of deep violets and ambers, reaches out from the depths of dreams, calling and seeking as one mentally senses her head lift and groggily peer out of her couch. << Food? There's food out there? Hyzen, I'm hungry! Everyone else is getting fed... >> Chanticoth senses that he burbles, mind bubbling with warm embers of fire, flickering as stretching out tendrils of warmth towards other minds. <> Breakfast recommendation, don'tcha know? <> There is a slight sigh to his last word. Imbriath hops out of Imbriath's Couch, careful of the small step there. Hyzen is led in by Imbriath. G'deon starts to stretch far over his head before a glance is shot towards his lifemate. G'deon just smiles and finishes the stretch with a yawn of his own. "Mornin' Ilare," he says cheerfully. "Breakfast for Chanticoth as well, I take it?" he asks, striding over to the area of meat waiting for the butcher's knife. Chanticoth senses G'deon looking at him. You notice G'deon looking at you. Ilare gives Hyzen a Morning Person smile, and a nod to the bronzeling pair. "Aye, that it is," chirps she, as a nose nudges her thigh. "Alright, klah-bunny, I'll give you another. Just a sec..." Trimming the meat slice carefully, she tosses it into the waiting maw, and eyes unfocus as they talk mind-to-mind. A giggle escapes her. "He say that he is chewing lots." A head shakes, and back to work she goes. G'deon cinches his belt a bit tighter before grabbing a bucket and a knife, then quickly goes about butchering the huge slab of meat left for that very purpose. "Morning, Hyzen, Imbriath," he calls out over his shoulder, slices of meat going neatly into the bucket at hand with the efficiency of practice. "Yes, of course I'm hurrying, Nylanth." Chanticoth senses that he rumbles as he chews the meat, swallowinging loudly as he enjoys. Fiery warm reds and oranges tinge his mind voice as the cheerful Morning Dragon burbles to his clutchmates. <> Imbriath rumbles softly as she leads the way to the food, redly whirling eyes glancing towards the two males before they land upon the hanging carcasses. Oh yum! Hyzen stretches, yawning heavily before she rubs at one eye with her fist, squinting though the other at the two weyrlings. "Ilare, Chanticoth; G'deon, Nylanth." Yawn. Stretching one last time, she takes a knife and studies the carcass in front of her, then goes to it with gusto. She's a hungry dragon on her hands! Slivers of meat are taken off and fed to the waiting rows of glittering teeth. Chanticoth senses that Nylanth's own mind shifts quickly between browns, greens and bronzes, the constant sparkles of red and gold throughout with undertones of navy and black. << Good morning Imbriath and Chanticoth >> Suddenly a swirl of golden blonde with dots of sky blue invade... << G'deon, I'll chew, I promise. I don't want that medicine like Corinth >> G'deon's pail is quickly filled and more, the knife cleaned and safely put away before the weyrling returns to his patiently waiting mate. Quivering with patience in fact. "There, I told you I'd hurry, and yes, chewing is a good idea. That green stuff is not pleasant." For whom is not apparent. Chanticoth senses that Imbriath's girlish laughter floats through the link as she relishes her food, a deep azure that rivals any blue dragon flows through like a sweet and refreshing stream. << Morning Chanticoth, Nylanth. >> Chanticoth senses that Nylanth thinks << Beautiful morning, though the warm sun is not up yet >> Ilare blinks, eyes gold a moment, before she tosses another meat sliver into her brownling's mouth. "You won't have to be purged like Corinth was, Chanti. Don't worry about it - you chew and swallow your food, you'll be fine." Amusement touches her voice, before she shakes her head. A faint giggle escapes her, before she sits down on a bench, passing the meat from her pail into the waiting mouth. Chanticoth's eyes whirl, loosing the red but retaining the happiness. "How are y'all this chilly morning?" she directs at her human peers, rubbing a ridge while her dragon eats. <> Nylanth seems to be concentrating more than usual this morning... which is saying a lot, causing an amused smile to crease G'deon's face as he glances at the other two. "Oh, just fine thanks. I swear, Ista's made me soft to the weather up here." He sighs dramatically, lamenting this loss. "And you?" Hyzen manages to stay about five slivers ahead of her greenling, chopping and dropping into the bucket at her feet. Imbriath chews the morsels she's given, careful not to swallow too fast. A bloated dragon was not a good thing. "Ista will do that to you..." comes her idle comment before she stops, having filled the large bucket. "There. I'm fine, thanks Ilare. And you? Getting used to the weather?" Teasing tone, of course. Teasing? Well, maybe. At least she's not cold in the barracks.. "I'm okay - though I'll never geet used to the cold here." A grin is directed at them both. "Ista born and bred am I. I swear, I can feel the cold deep in m'bones, and it's not even winter yet!" *shudder* Pausing, Ilare turns to look at Chanticoth, before giggling. "Winter is a season, love." Silence, then.. "Seasons are.. uh.. Well.. There are four different types of season - Spring, which is cool and new; summer, hot and warm always," she glances across to the others, an amused glint in her eyes, "Autumn - this season - is when it turns cool and everything goes red, gold and yellow, and dies off.. no, not forever, Klah-bunny, just while winter reigns." Blinking, she tilts her head at something directed at her. "Winter is the coldest season. You'll get to see snow." Her first ever sighting of snow was here, you know. "And then its starts with spring again, when everything grows back and all is green." "How many times were you off Ista as a child?" G'deon asks, eyes twinkling lightly as he continues to feed the bronze lump beside him. Ilare shakes her head at some unheard comment, grin lighting her face, before tossing meat at Chanticoth's mouth and looking up at G'deon. "Hmm? Oh.. uh.. lets see.. Visited Caylea at Ista hold once... Had to go to Fort when I was sick, was there a Turn.. Keroon, briefly, to visit my cousin.. And.. I think that's it." And folks wonder why she thinks holderfolk are crazy. G'deon just laughs softly and finishes feeding Nylanth, whose eyes begins to whirl slower and slower in muted blues and greens. "You're full are you?" he says to the bronze affectionately. "That's good, 'cause I think I've lost my appetite again." He washes out the bucket and leaves it upside down to dry, then pulls his belt just a wee bit tighter. "In fact... I think I'm loosing weight." He returns to Nylanth and rubs his little headknobs, looking into the bronze's eyes for a moment. "No, it's not your fault, don't worry. Now, into the pool with you." Chanticoth senses that he sits there chewing, mind whirling in thoughtful wonder. << My lifemate says it will get colder. That white stuff will fall. >> His tone is one of disbelief. << I do not believe this will be so. >> Chanticoth senses that Nylanth turns blue, blue eyes to Chanticoth. << My rider has pictured it for me. Big rocks with white... snow? everywhere >> Splashes of white invade the azure as eyes turn towards G'deon << The lake was much better. Bigger too >> Hyzen slowly feeds Imbriath as she listens silently, the little green just as intent in what Ilare was explaining. Finally the bucket was empty excepting tiny scraps and a small pool of blood. Moving to the pool, Hyz rinses off her hands and the bucket before setting the latter aside where it belonged. Stretching yet once again and offering a yawn to accompany that, she smiles towards the others. "You didn't see snow in Fort, Ilare?" Blinkblink. Maybe she was holdbound the whole time? Ah well. "What say we take our little friends out again..." Imbri had enjoyed that outing immensely. Chanticoth senses that he tilts his large brown head at Nylanth, thoughtful. His tone still rings with his disbelief. << I still do not believe this will be so. >> Well, he'll learn, right? <> *pout* Chanticoth senses that Imbriath's mind whirls with confusion, yellows flashing with hints of orange and blue. << Snow? White stuff that falls from the sky? >> Reds of alarm and worry. << Like Threads? Will it hurt? >> Chanticoth senses that Nylanth thinks << Threads? Where?! >> Ilare shakes her head. "None. Just a lot of rain." Bleah. A roll of her eyes and a hug is given to her lifemate as he 'pouts' at her, before she ushers him towards the pool. "Well go walk-about later, Chanti. It's too dark and cold right now. Besides, you'll be happier when you've slept a bit." She shoos him to the dry areas about the pool, where he can nap, before swinmming. Chanticoth senses that he turns large alarmed eyes back to his lifemate, crouching close to her, wings mantling. <> Confusion and fear and the need to protect fire through his thoughts. Ilare blinks, and drops to heer knees in alarm. "Nonono, silly, there's no thread! Be still.. Hyzen! What did Imbri say that got Chanticoth so worked up?" Her voice remains clam and steady, arms still wrapped about brown neck, ducking to miss the wings. "Chanti, it's okay..." crooning softly, it takes a few minutes for her to settle her brown. G'deon drops as well, staring intently at Nylanth for a moment. Hyzen looks alarmed at what her dragon says, moving to the young one's side and reaching out soothing, loving hands. "No, Imbri, it's nothing like that!" Worried eyes look up from the dragon to her friends. "She thinks snow is Threads. Since it falls from the sky too... that's what she says. It's not like that, silly one. Snow is cold, but it doesn't hurt like Threads do. It's a good thing." To some people. But awfully cold. Stroking the worried green, she sighs softly as the eyes slowly slow down in their whirling. "Snow is good. Good." Calm influence. Sheesh. *** Later *** Nylanth scrambles up into Nylanth's couch. Hyzen must've fallen asleep on that quick run to her couch to fetch something, for she wanders out of said home rubbing her eyes and trying to look bright. Yawn. Imbriath follows behind, stretching wings, tail, legs... anything that will stretch and feel good. "'lo everyone..." comes weyrling's soft voice as she looks about. Ilare blinks, and smiles at Hyzen, oily hands busy rubbing the liquid across an upturned bellly belonging to Chanticoth. "Hey, sleepy," she giggles, flicking mane from her eyes, then chuckling at her brown. "No, not you, silly. Hyzen." "Shhhh...He's sleeping!" Can you hear the whispered hint of 'finally' in the girl's plaintive tone? Laying down beside -yes beside folks- her couch, Cayl motions down to the overly large, overly gaunt night-blue head on her lap. Or is there a lap beneath all that ember and indigo? She smiles dreamily, kinda 'far off' as a hand runs rythmically down over headnob and across svelte neck. Purrrr... Ilare blinks, then smiles at the sight of Cayl-with-dragon-in-lap, her own hands not stopping as the rub the oil into the redbrown hide of Chanticoth, who croons very softly. Even he wishes not to awaken the blue hatchling. "No problem.." is the faint reply, as Ilare nudges her lifemate in the side, and 'silently' requests him to roll over so she can do the rest of him. Hyzen smiles slightly at Ilare, motioning her little green towards the water before peering at Cayl. "Didn't he sleep well last night?" Imbriath had... but then, she always does. Eat, sleep, eat, oil. In that order. Sigh. Her fair of four peek out of the couch tentatively, eyeing the rest of the folk before emerging to go and swim with the greenlet. Cayl shakes her head slightly. "He's trying to surprise me. Stays up most of the night, sleeps most of the day. What he doesn't realize is I have to do the same: He always wants to talk!" No, no mention of the fact that she was the same. Frost-fire eyeridge twitches slightly and the ex-healer quickly falls silent, staring down at her babe. There's silence from the woman for a long..long..long moment before... "Yes you do." She rolls her eyes and stares towards Hyzen. "He's awake now." As if to accent this, bluey muzzle lifts from lap and Mzadith turns lazily whirling azure eyes towards his clutchsibs, crooning in bright regard. Chanticoth senses that Mzadith thinks << Fooled ya! And Cayl too!>> Chanticoth senses that he bubbles an amused reply. << You have a good lifemate. Mine approves.>> And that, to him, is a stamp of permanent OKness on Cayl. <> a happy croon escapes him as Ilare rubs in the oil. Hyzen winces as Imbriath goes tearing into the water, sending sprays of it out and waves of it across the floor. Firelizards spiral down and begin the scrubbing, scratching job on the little dragon, talking the whole time amongst themselves. Mzadith is eyed and finally greenlet bursts out laughing. "I don't need to hear him to know what he said! You can just see it on his face!" G'deon climbs down from Nylanth's couch. Chanticoth senses that Mzadith's riche, dedicated hues of wintertime azure melts into his thoughts, ponging across the whisper like so many sparks of a solstice flame. <> Flames flicker and dance, heating the ancient freezy-backdrop with amusement. <> G'deon quietly strides to the Bowl. "Oh whaaaat?" Ever get that feeling your name's been used too many times? She stares down into those huge eyes and shakes her head. "But, silly beast, you just /ate/. I think it must be some other dragonet giving you ideas." Cayl looks around the room to various dragonets contemplatively before shaking her head and reaching out to just cuddle that sensious neck. Gotta lurve the warmth. However, as blue-film wings spread over her head, obscuring her view, the woman giggles and pushes up at the delicate, soft membrane. "Mza, I can't /see/. Come on, lemme up." She struggles to her feat and brushes down her shirt carefully. She eyes the water mess. "You'll be cleaning that up I hope? /Last/ time someone 'forgot' to and -I- got in trouble for it." Snort. :) Ilare giggles at some unheard comment, turning the large head to look at her, before her rubs oil about and down Chanticoth's neck. "Silly, I know you're not tired OR hungry. Now be a dear and let me oil you!" Glancing across with a grin for Mzadith and Imbriath, she shakes her head. "Can you believe it? A month already.." Her bebe's getting so big! "Iiiiimbri! Did you have to?" Golden-amber optics flicker towards Cayl with a teasing and playful sheen. Oh yeah? "It was probably Imbriath then too..." Mwahahaha. But she's not gonna tattle on her bebe any more than that. Moving towards the mess her green has made, she perches hands upon her hips and mock-glares at the splashing, crooning dragon. "Imbri! You're going to clean all of this up, you know." Bad, bad girl. Laughter finally emerges... she can't stay mad. Ilare is given a thoughtful stare before she blinks. "That's... right. A month already." Wow. Where's the time gone? *sob* Call it fate. Or illfate. But now both Cayl and Mzadith turn and watch the splashing Imbriath with a disgruntled huff. "And she can't even splash right. Mzadith can upturn /twice/ that much water." Oooo, a challenge! The blue beside her's chest puffs up, wings rustling like so much ricepaper against his back. He's the champ: He's bad, he knows it. Yeah! Croooooooooooon... Eyes swirl in contented colours as Chanticoth is coated in oil, rubbed into the folds of his skin and wings, and his lifemate gives him a smile. "You're just saying that." Probably, but is he not her lifemate? Of course he's going to say that.. "Could you tilt your.. thanks.." Ilare ducks her head to see what she's doing, rubbing the oil on the underside of the wing membranes carefully. A giggle emerges as she listens to the others. "Hah, Chanti does double the size Mzadith does.." A bubbling croon emerges from the browwnling in agreement. Chanticoth senses that he projects fiery flickers of scarlet warmth, oranges wrappping like paper about his words, a depth to them deeper than you expect. <> Forgive the attempted Yoda Impression - he's in a weird mood, even for him. Hyzen watches her greenling for a time, splashing and such before she slowly turns to watch Cayl and Mzadith. "Oh really? I doubt that." Huff. Test of her love. "Imbri, show 'em what you can really do!" Yup, Hy's still rather a bit tired and her dragon's hyperness is floating through the link. Green, glad she now has permission to do such things, lets her thin wings flow away from her body before she arches up and goes splashing back down, sending a rather large wave out in all directions. HahaHA! "Beat that." Akilth quicksteps out of Akilth's couch. Chanticoth senses that Imbriath's mind flows with amused colors and pictures... that of blue and green. << Chanticoth, come and join us! Yeah, beat that Mzadith! >> Chanticoth senses that he blinks and bugles in alarm, magenta punching a mark through the usual conented red. << no! No wet! I'm being oiled! I've had my bath today! >> *grouch* Sraine steps out into the barracks, Akilth close behind, just in time to have water splash up JUST before her feet. Skipping back a step, she blinks and then glances over to the rest of those gathered about. "Hello everyone..." Akilth himself slowly peers around Ine's legs, eyeing the goings on with interest. Cayl arches a brow and leans back against her couch, arms crossing her chest as she appraises the green's splash, and the now soaking barracks floor. "Hmph. Not impressed. How about you, Mzadith? I bet even /Vespuruth/ (sp) could splash better. And you know Recounth'll have the last word in that." Eat -that-. Smug blue dragon waits by Cayl's side, watching the greenlet splashing her heart out. Hyzen frowns slightly at Cayl and Mzadith. Huff. Her dragon was better! Imbriath, turns in the water, soaking wet and wabbles out of it and scurries towards Mzadith, passing and flicking water at Ine on her way. She'll teach the silly blue! Getting close, she tenses and finally shakes water all over the place before scampering back to the water and diving in. Hyz clamps a hand over her mouth, eyes brimming with laugh tears as she moves out of the way. Oooh dear. Ilare chuckles, protected beneath a wing as the splashing starts, but her browwn lifemate bugles in annoyance. Whoops. "Guys, guys, easy! Could you at least wait till I've finished oiling before you have a splash fight?" And she's allmost done too. A loud snort is emitted by Chanticoth to emphasize her words. Mzadith, wise 'old' blue that he is, just contemplates the moves and remains stock still as he's completely drenched in greenie-'drool'. Eww. Well, that logically means that Cayl' just have to rewash and oil him: He sees nothing bad in this. Wings drooping to the sides a little as beadless of tear-stained water dribble off his richly colored hide. Warble croon barble. Barbie? (shiver) Turning indigo-dipped head towards his ling, he croons contemplatively. "Oh reaeeeally. Yes, I do see those /dry/ patchs on her. They're -so- evident. It's a wonder her ling doesn't notice them. then again, we all know Hyz: Blind as a wher." She says just above a whisper. Just above it, see. Hyzen clenches her hands slowly at her side. See, she's a peacemaker-- has been all her life, but you just don't talk about her dragon like that. Huff. But then... she's also just playing and making a show of it. Confusing, ne? "She has no rough spots! And at least -I- don't resemble some firelizard fouled wherry!" She's not too good on name calling either, so it seems. Imbriath, snorting in the water, soaks herself yet again and thunders out of the liquid and towards... Chanticoth! Eeeeevil Imbri! Shake, shake, shake! Shake, shake, shake! Shake your booo-tay! But she doesn't run this time. She stands there, watching Chanticoth to see what he'll do. R'ave skulks broodily in from the Training Grounds. Soquilith swaggers piquantly in from the Training Grounds. Chanticoth senses that he squeals and rears back, catching his weyrmate with a wing. Angry eyes whirl, and he SNORTS. << IMBRI! I've just finished beeing oiled!>> *HUFF << Stop acting like children. Act your age.>> Uhh.. but aren't they only a month and a sevenday or so old? Aaah, bond mate, friend, non-lover! Fasinated at Chanticoth's wisdom, Mzadith etches his way towards the pair, his eyes whirling with barely contained excitement. Do tell more! We should act our age, how's that? Oh lead us wise one. (obvious sarcassim in that unspoken thought, no doubt) Wings fluff to his side. See? He's bigger then the universe it's self, and just as intelligent (can't you just /see/ how smart all that black void..and dust..and stuff is?) Cayl watches her babe and shakes her head, before looking back to Hyzen. "Hey, he's the one that suggested it, don't mind me. By the way, there's a lot of water everywhere that I'm /sure/ the weyrlingmasters'll want cleaned up. Soon." And it was Hyz's mess. --> Seee!!! She's smart: Now Hyzen had a /lot/ more stuff to clean up. Beam. Ilare wahs and gets bowled over by a wing, and lies on her back a moment, dazed. A suddenly alarmed Chanticoth swings his head round, and she pats his nose as she sits up slowly. "'m okay, Cha. I's okay, I'm fine. Nah, didn't hurt a bit..." Slowly, the eyes slow their spinning colours and Ilare shakes her head. "Hyzen! Please ask Imbriath to be more careful in future..." A hum escapes Chanticoth, and she blinks at him. "Sure, sure. Lets go back to the couch. You can sleep there." Slowly getting to her feet, she rests one hand on Chanti's head as they move away from the others and back to the safe, dry couch. And she is NOT doing any cleaning. Their mess, don'tcha know. ========= End Log ==========