3/7/2004

02:34 PM

Logfile from Sk'lar.

 

Main Living Cavern

Melodic laughter rings throughout the spacious cavern as riders socialize with one another, boasting of adventures a-dragonback, and gossiping about stodgy wingleaders and sordid affairs. Drudges rush past you, their arms laden with dishes and mugs of Klah, desperate to relieve themselves of their burden while pesky 'lizards inhibit their progress.

The light from the glows warmly illuminates the domed cavern and shimmers off the walls as miniscule mineral particles reflect the soft lighting like twinkling stars blanketed in a wintry gray sky. Numerous tables lie scattered across the room, some large enough to hold a whole wing of riders while others were made only for two.  Towards the back, a large hearth breathes soul soothing warmth into weary bodies as its flames dance with hypnotic grace and puppet flickering shadows across the spacious stone stage. Sultry, mouth-watering aromas float in from a small archway that leads to the kitchens while chattering can be heard emanating from a wide hallway.

Flopped atop various perches are Kelp, Spanky, and Monarch.

From here you can go:

Lower Caverns             Bowl                       Infirmary                

Kitchen                   Gaming Room                                         

Sk'lar has arrived.

Moved.

 

Hei walks into Main Living Cavern.

 

There is something to be said in the fact that with the arrival of late summer, his office isn't flooded any further. So, the Weyrleader isn't currently working off of a table in the caverns. Nope. Sure, Sky still has his table, but this time he is doing something far, far more mundane. Yeah, he's enjoying a bit of a daydream, focused somewhere in the direction of the wall.

 

Light chatter echoes from the kitchen archway, followed shortly by Hei stepping through into the cavern, bearing a tray of freshly baked bubblies in one hand. The cook meanders toward one of the various serving tables and deposits the tray there carefully, then tilts her head thoughtfully to the side before nudging the tray a bit to the side to make it a little straighter and more in alignment with the other food-type items on the table. There. That's much better. An empty seat is sought, the girl's ebony gaze flicking quickly about, and settles at last on a seat not too far away from where someone appears to be staring off into space. Wandering in that direction, she perches on said seat and sighs. Whew. Everyone needs a break from making things from time to time, even if that's what they enjoy doing most.

 

Rh'nan has arrived.

 

Hei

Midnight tresses fall to her upper back, held back away from her face in a twine of rustic hide. A few straggly wisps escape here and there to hang near her round face. Ebony eyes seem cold, set carefully below her forehead and framed by lashes that match her hair in hue. A long, rather flat sort of nose adorns this one's face, parallel to the muddled feathery birthmark that so rudely mars her right cheek. Thin lips of a pale muave are held into a prim expression, chin held evenly at her height of 5'6''. Arms and legs are a bit on the small side, build willowy and sporting subtle feminine curves.

Sun-kissed wheat adorns her torso gracefully, the short sleeves of the blouse tapering at lower-shoulder to upper arm. To accomodate the summer months, Hei also wears a pale beige skirt that falls to her knees, flaring slightly at the hip, as well a cute pair of simple, strap-on umber sandals.

She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 2 minutes.

Placid. Unperturbed. The norm for this girl.

Sk'lar doesn't often get chances to do some solid daydreaming. Or, maybe he does, but he doesn't let everyone know just how slack his job can be some times. But it is when a figure passes before his eyes, casting that shadow, that the man blinks back awake with a sigh. A few more blinks to refocus, and it is Hei that appears before him. Blearily and a little lost, he asks, "What?" Yes, folks. The pride of Telgar. Or something.

 

Rh'nan steps into the caverns with a sigh, running a hand through his hair.  He's fresh from the baths, dressed in clean clothes and hair still wet.  He mutters something under his breath about mothers before heading over to get himself something to eat.  Sk'lar is noticed on his way to the kitchens, and he nods an acknowledgement to the Weyrleader.  Hei gets a smile.

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Hei glances toward Sk'lar as he speaks, dark eyes regarding the man amusedly for a moment. "I didn't say anything, " she replies with a small smile. "But I did bring out a fresh tray of bubblies if you want some?" A slender, browned hand reaches up to tuck a wisp of stray hair behind an ear. Rh'nan's entrance is noticed, and the girl returns his smile, if a bit shyly.

 

"Oh." You know the sort of response. Vague, not quite embarrassed, but actually realizing that he really needs to pay more attention. Sk'lar's attention shifts over to look after the tray, "What kind? Fresh, you say?" He peers after the squeaky-clean Rh'nan, arching a pair of dark brows at the man as he wanders past.

 

Rh'nan stops in his tracks, one foot still raised to take a step. He puts his foot down a whirls around, flashing another grin in Hei's direction.  "Bubblies, did you say? Got any extra for me?"  He's not about to skip over a good bubbly.  He catches Sk'lar's raised eyebrows and lifts his own in return, smiling cheerily.  "Mind me joining you?"

 

Hei chuckles. "Well, as far as what kind goes, I brought out a few blueberry ones, and a few strawberry ones, and ... I think a few blackberry ones." Quite the variety. "And yes, they're fresh. I just took them out of the oven." Rh'nan's grin is returned again. "You're perfectly welcome to eat some, but do save some for others."

 

Sk'lar eyeballs Rh'nan. The bronzer is perky. He really can't remember his wingsecond actually being so perky in his presence before. This is different. And this must be commented on. "You seem in good spirits today, Rh'nan. Reminds me of the feline that got the cream. Whatever has you so pleased, rider?" He looks after the bubblies though, "Mixed berry? I tend to want it all." Smile.

 

Rh'nan pauses to consider, before reaching for one of the bubblies.  "Here's hoping this one is blackberry."  He doesn't take a bite, however, but just grins at Sk'lar.  "Nothing is wrong.  I'm not worried about anything.  And that, Sk'lar, is enough to make anyone pleased."  Upon this pronouncement the grinning bronzerider takes a seat and a bite out of the bubbly.  "Ah, strawberry. Oh well."

 

Tidus wakes up from his nap.

 

Hei laughs a little. "I think I left a few blackberry ones toward the back of the tray, " she suggests to Rh'nan. She grins. "I don't blame you for being happy. I'd be cheerful if I had no worries." Thank goodness there aren't any bubblies in the oven right now. She does have a tendency to lose track of time and let them get burnt.

 

Sk'lar chuckles softly (and maybe a touch uneasily) at Han's response, giving the rider a faint smile. "Well, I suppose that is more than ample reason for that attitude. Maybe you can take yourself over by nursery. I was just in there looking in on Mikal, only to be thoroughly scowled at by the nannies. Clearly they are in a poor mood." Because he certainly couldn't provoke such expressions. Everyone adores him! *cough* He flickers a glance back over to Hei though, "And does this.... cook have any worries?" He isn't so sure about the cook designation, seeing as he mostly doesn't recognize her. Just realizing this, the man asks, "Who are you?"

 

Macon wakes up from his nap.

 

"Are there, now?" He reaches out for the tray, placing another bubbly on top of the one already in his hand.  "Even if it isn't blackberry, there's no harm in another bubbly."  He grins and winks at Hei.  "Say...I didn't catch your name. Who're you?"  He glances towards Sk'lar as the Weyrleader asks the same question.  "The nursery? I don't know.  The nannies have no reason to talk to me, you know.  It's not like I have any kids." Thank Faranth.

 

"Only if I have something in the oven, really, " Hei is quick to reply with a little bob of her head. "I tend to lose track of the time sometimes, and then whatever I'm cooking tends to ... burn." The girl folds her hands composedly in her lap, one leg crossed over the other. "I'm Hei, " she says by way of introduction to both riders. She gives a fraction of a smirk. Her name had always provided her with something to chuckle at.

 

Sk'lar quirks a grin at Rh'nan, nodding his head in understanding. "No? Really. Huh." Guess he would have figured that Han would have managed to spawn at some point since graduation. Ah well. His attention flickers back over to the girl, and he echoes, "Hei?" After a moment, the man shrugs his shoulders, and then finally reaches for one of the little pies.

 

S'mander has arrived.

Maia has arrived.

 

Rh'nan blinks. "You're hay?  You look more human to me."  Realization dawns, and the bronzerider chuckles at his own stupidity.  "Sorry."  He takes another bite out of the strawberry bubbly, wiping his chin as the juice threatens to spill all over him.  "Sorry to disappoint, Sk'lar. I'll try harder in the future."  Was that a wink?

 

S'mander struts into the cavern by the side of Maia. His gaze falls more often upon her face than the path in front of him as they are deep in discussion of wing business. "I'll have to keep a closer eye on M'rtin and Martianth in the future. You have an keen sense for spotting these types of things, Maia."

Skitter-scat. Skitter-scat. Such a slight sound in all of the noise of a busy cavern.

 

Maia nods as she walks in with the wingleader, "I would if I were you.  We wouldn't want anything like that happen again."  She grins and some might say she almost blushes, "Well, not so much a keen sense as a knack for being nosey."  A good Weyrwoman always is. 

 

Hei tilts her head a bit to the side. "Yes. Hei. That's my name, " she replies to the Weyrleader, then chuckles amusedly toward Rh'nan. "Well, that's the first time I've had my name mistaken for .. 'hay'. Usually people mistake my name for the greeting, of 'Hey!'. Y'know."  A glance is given toward the other people that wander in, and a brief nod and smile in greeting is directed toward Maia and S'mander.

 

Ruh-roh. Weyrwoman entering the caverns. Sk'lar makes a move to stand, making sure to take his pie along with him. Can't do to make an escape without some good food. Pushing the chair back in with a nudge of his boot, he gives a rather apologetic smile before easing towards the lower caverns. "Ah, fardles. I completely forgot about that thing that I need to do." Indeed. "Clear skies." He twiddles his fingers at Maia and Scam before edging out.

                         

Slither has arrived.

Kinda looks like a tunnel snake. Yep, that'd be what it is.

 

Sk'lar swaggers toward Lower Caverns.

 

Rh'nan laughs. "Well, it wasn't in that context.  But it's always good to know that I'm creative." He grins and shakes his head a bit, happily taking another bite of his bubbly.  "This is good.  Where'd you learn to cook?"  Maia and S'mander's entrance is noted, and the bronzerider lifts a hand to acknowledge them.  And then suddenly Sk'lar is gone. Odd.

 

S'mander laughs heartily at the Weyrwoman's suggestion of noseyness. "Well, whatever it is it certainly pays off. Now that the matter is settled, how is Qamrath doing? Quite well, I hope." His progress into the room is halted by a table full of refreshments. How convenient. Only looking up after his survey of the spread, he barely notices the exit of Sk'lar and just waves towards Hei and Rh'nan. "Hello everyone. Care for a drink, Maia?"

 

Amirytos walks into Main Living Cavern.

 

"Qamrath is well, and she tells me that Zenth is also,"  Maia's lifemate is nosey, too, but in a mother henish sort of way.  She nods at the crowd at the table, "Good evening, everyone."  She lifts a brow as Sk'lar flees, just like him to run away when she comes in.  Coward.  Back to S'mander, "I would, thanks.  Just some juice." 

 

Aineen has arrived.

 

There is a liquid sound of skin slithering against stone, whisper quiet but so very ominous. But maybe it is the screams coming from the direction of the kitchens that might be a bit more noteworthy. Nearly screaming bloody murder, the howls of a half-dozen cooks reach a fevered pitch before they come charging out of the kitchens, one waving a wooden mixing spoon vaguely behind her. "SNAKE!" Lo and behold, with a haunch of 'beast clasped in it's jaws, a moss green tunnelsnake about as long as a twelve-turn old is tall, appears in the entrance.

 

Hei shrugs a little, although the ghost of a pleased smile flickers briefly over her countenance. "Ista Hold. My mother taught me there while I was much younger." The screams coming from the direction of the kitchens elicits a brow-lift, and then the girl slides off of her seat, starting to move in that direction. She quickly screeches to a halt, however, and freezes as a tunnelsnake slithers its way out of the kitchen. Gawk. Where the shard did that come from? "Uhhh .... " is all she can manage to utter, taking a few steps backward automatically. Tunnelsnake. Gulp. Evil thing.

 

Stretching and yawning as she enters the Caverns, Neen is heading straight for the Kitchens, ignoring those around her. She just wants some wine is all, really. Shaking her head, the bluerider scuffles around chairs, and .. people? At the sound of a commotion, Neen becomes alert, head snapping up from it's tired position. "What? /Snake/?" Pause. "Good Faranth save us all." Neen looks almost faint as she stares at the thing in the doorways. "It's /huge/." Eyes flicker from person to person in the room, eventually settling on a group of riders. "Any of you have a knife on you?" It's not like the bluerider has anything more than a simple beltknife on her, but that knife is drawn shakily. "Ugh, shardin' ugly thing.." Neen? Terrified? Oh, of course she is.

 

"Snake?" Amirytos perks up at the mention of an animal.  'Dangerous' some would say, or 'evil' as others put it, but at the heart, a tunnelsnake is just another cuddly little teddybear critter who needs to be hugged and loved like a baby.... or not.  At first, he had been all for helping to get the poor ickle snakey out of the Weyr... and then he had seen it.  Shards!  The thing was nearly as large as he was!  And so, he had only one alternative: "SNAKE!" he shrieked, his voice jumping an octive as he stared at the critter in an expression that can only be described as "horror."  The boy backs up towards the other people.  Surely it was safer to be in a large group?  He would let someone large handle this... short boys didn't have need of tunnelsnake bites.  Perhaps someone with a nice, long broom on hand, or a stick?

 

Rh'nan tilts his head with interest and opens his mouth to say something when someone screams.  He whirls about to spy the evacuating cooks, and his eyes narrow.  "Shardit.  You'd think they'd be used to them by now."  With a shake of his head the bronzerider gets to his feet swiftly, paling only slightly as he sees the creature.  "Knife?"  He spots one lying on the table - perhaps not the sharpest of things, but hopefully sufficient.  "I've got this."

 

S'mander casually glances over to the kitchen and then begins to strain his eyes a bit more. After more drudges scatter, D'undee is spotted close to the area with a knife in hand and ready to act. "Let me at 'im!" the brownrider, originally from Crom, shouts excitedly. "Hmmm." is all the consideration S'mander gives. "D'undee will take care of it. He's very capable. Here's your juice, Maia. Enjoy," he speaks to Maia, adding a sly wink at the end.

 

The extremely large, moss green tunnelsnake gnaws at the haunch in it's mouth, saliva dripping to pool on the ground. Cautious eyes watch the humans, humans that threaten to take away it's meal. The creature hisses around his prize, warning as his tail lashes. Ah, but maybe this attack is happening in stereo, because from out of the lower caverns, apparently drawn by the hiss of her brethren or the smell of a bloody prize, a muddy-orange tunnelsnake, by far the largest so far (we're talking salt-water croc, boys and girls), darts forward, 'causing a chair to fall over with the lightning-fast move.

 

Maia's eyebrows pop up at the shrieking, "Oh, great!"  She takes the juice from S'mander with a sigh, "Another tunnelsnake."  She would get excited, she's not very fond of them, but with all the riders around someone is bound to kill it.  "It'll take forever to get the cooks calmed back down enough to even go in the kitchens."  She finally looks at the snake, "Whoa, that one is big.."

 

Renne has arrived.

 

Hei takes a few more steps backward, and takes a deep breath. Okay. Calm down. It's just a tunnelsnake with teeth that could hurt any or all of the people here and --- Oh dear Faranth. Not another one. "Two of them, " she manages to stutter out, hands shaking slightly. Erf. A grateful look is darted toward D'undee. Yes, please go after those snakes and slay them. "Ugly, indeed, " is said with great difficulty after a long moment toward Aineen. The girl can't take her eyes off of those two 'snakes, and takes a few more steps backward. Hrm. How can she slip away from these vicious creatures without them noticing. This is a bit of an awkward situation, isn't it?

 

Aineen is whispering to herself. "Stay calm, shardit. Just think of it as overly large thread. With teeth.. and the ability to rip your arm off." Shaking her head, Weyrsecond's eyes focus on Rh'nan, narrowing slightly before she spots.. another one? "Han?" she asks, eyes darting from the bronzerider to the extremely large and ugly creature. "I think you're going to need a better knife." D'undee is given an eyebrow raise as she points towards the snake in front of the kitchens. "Get that one first, D'undee. That way we can get into the Kitchens and get better knives." Arms are shaking, and the girl simply breathes. "Why do I do these things? Coming down for some wine.. I could have gone to bed without wine.." Grumble. "Everyone," she says in as calm of tone as she can muster. "Gather in the back of the Caverns, please? Slowly.."

 

Rh'nan glances towards Neen, then down at his knife, and back again.  "I think you're right," the bronzerider responds.  "But at this moment, this is the only knife I've got."  D'undee's presence is acknowledged with a nod.  "Need some help, D'undee?"  He's willing to be bait, if nothing else.  He seems to remember Hei, and turns to look at the girl.  "Get back, Hei. Listen to Aineen." He gestures towards the bluerider before turning back towards the snakes.  "Where'd that one go?"

 

By this point, all thoughts of "cute and cuddly animal" have long since left the mind of Amirytos.  Animal-lover though he may be, even when it applies to tunnelsnakes, the ones larger than children just don't count in that same way.  Normally either calm or arrogant, the boy is neither now.  At the current time, Ryto is staring at the snakes with eyes the size of dragon eggs and drawing quick, shallow breaths as he tries to keep his heart from jumping out of his mouth.  Oh shells, oh shards, oh tunnelsnakes!  A pair, not a single one, and him at the front edge of the crowd... not exactly the ideal place to be, come to think of it.  Back of the caverns.  Right!  He can do that!  The boy stumbles backwards, tripping over a small crack in the floor and landing smack on his rear.  Wow.  Talk about "out of the fryingpan and into the fire!"  Scrambling backwards on his hands and feet, a style similar to that of some sort of crab, the boy attempts to stay as far from the 'snakes as he can... and not doing to well at it, it seems, for he's still in the front of the group.

 

S'mander stays right where he is. D'undee, on the other hand, takes Aineen's command to heart and moves toward the kitchen snake for he is now also armed with some rope tossed to him by a friend. "'ere we go, now. If you'll just go for 'im, Rh'nan, I'll go 'round the other way." A few head nods indicates the right then the left sides of the doorway. "If you need some help with the kitchen staff, I'd be glad to help. I picked up a few new jokes while I was in Igen last. Laughter might help get their minds off it," S'mander comments to Maia, quite unconcerned.

 

Renne walks in at this point, coming from the Bowl at her usual brisk pace, and carrying a gitar-case.  The Harper is quite a way into the room before she notices that anything's amiss, and then she just freezes.  She wraps her arms around the instrument case, holding it in front of her in an instinctive defensive move, as she realises that she's heading straight for a tunnelsnake.  Eyeing the people that are retreating to the back of the caverns, she starts to back away, moving very, very slowly, unpeeling a hand from the gitar case to reach for the knife at her belt.

 

The mossy tunnelsnake is forced to drop his prize, and isn't happy about that at all. He snaps at D'undee, slobber fanning out to spray anyone unlucky enough to get in the way. Claws dig into the ground, and then the beast abruptly launches forward. He darts from chair to table, knocking aside everything as it scampers liquid-quick to the end, and then literally leaps at D'undee. Threaten my food? You get pounced. The orange one though darts through the legs of humans and furniture both, on a path towards the dropped haunch. This takes her right past Hei, and when the girl steps just a little too close, the tunnelsnake responds with a protective bat at the girl with a clawed forefoot. Get away! She slashes forward, with Rh'nan and Maia right in her path.

 

Maia grins at S'mander, "It might take more than jokes to calm down that bunch, maybe some jokes and a couple of full wineskins."  Her smile fades at the realization that there are two 'snakes now.  "Great, and I'm wearing sandals today."  She steps up in a nearby chair, to get a better look, right that's it.  And she wants to keep her toes.  She puts a hand on S'mander's shoulder to steady herself as she perches on her tiptoes on the chair.  "Rh'nan, get that thing!"  Good thing she got up high!  Her grip on the wingleader's shoulder tightens. "Okay, nobody do anything too stupid, I don't want to have to stitch anyone back together!"

 

Hei forces herself to wrench part of her gaze away from the tunnelsnakes, just so she can see where she's going, and all that, as she attempts to make her way toward the back of the caverns, per Aineen's instructions. A hasty glance is shot back over her shoulder as she stumbles toward the gathering group of shivering weyrfolk in the back. Naturally, the snakes move when she turns back around not when she's looking at them, and the girl cries out as a claw or two meets her bare skin. Hey, where did that snake come from? It wasn't that close to her a second ago! A long, slightly deep scratch runs down her leg, and she practically stumbles away, almost falling over as she makes haste to get out of that ... thing's ... claw range.

 

To many things happening at once! "I said get back to the back of the cavern," she orders again, scattering drudges, kitchen workers, and residents in her wake. Unsheathed knife is pointed towards the first tunnelsnake, and then the second. When /bam/, first tunnelsnake is on D'undee. "Sharding fool," Neen admonishes before heading straight towards the snake on top of the man. Grabbing the rope, she pulls, hard. "Han! Get over here and give me a hand, would you?" Yank. When the bronzerider gets in range, she hands the knife to him and nods towards the creature. "Try to get it without getting hurt." At a cry of pain, her eyes dart towards Hei, and her lip actually quivers. Since the way to the Infirmary is blocked, Neen turns towards Maia. "Help her, would you please, Weyrwoman?" Neen would help, but she's.. busy right now.

 

Rh'nan swiftly nods, taking a few quick steps in the direction indicated by D'undee.  His jaw is set, and his expression shows determination.  He's off to kill himself some tunnelsnake.  His route is barred, however, by the female.  "Shardit! Where'd you come from?"  Maia's proximity is noted, and the bronzerider quickly steps in the way of the orange beast.  Always protect the Weyrwoman, you know.  Maia's warning about stupidity goes unheeded, as Han makes an attempt to stab the creature with the kitchen knife.  He misses, however, and is about to attempt again when Neen calls for his aid.  "Keep folks safe from her," he calls out to S'mander, before jogging over towards Neen.  He snatches the knife, shifting his weight from foot to foot while he tries to gauge how best to go about this.  He lunges suddenly, aiming for just behind the head.  Raar.

 

So much for the idea of a little late-night music.  Renne leaves her gitar-case on a table and follows the Weyrwoman's orders, edging towards the back of the cavern, unsheathed knife in hand, and keeping an eye on the tunnelsnakes all the while. "Can I help at all?"  The lanky Weyrharper doesn't seem too disturbed by the creatures, though the way she's running a finger across the edge of her blade might itself be disturbing in other circumstances.

 

S'mander places a comforting hand up to lay on top of Maia's. Oooh. How soft. "Don't worry, Maia. Everything will turn out okay. Wow, look at Aineen go!" he says the last with a chuckle. Someone should add snake-wrestling to the list of Weyrsecond tasks. While Scam is busy onlooking, D'undee stumbles backwards then turns to find himself pushed back by Aineen and now closer to the other snake. The brownrider's hand swings his knife to, if nothing else, knock the creature away from Hei and the other folks. S'mander remarks, "See they have it under control." Pat pat.

 

The orange 'snake hisses, showing a fine row of sharp teeth and one pair of rather long fangs. She darts just to the side of Maia's chair, bumping against it hard, only to find Amirytos right in her path. With another hiss of annoyance, she hisses at the moving 'teen, snapping at him next. Bring it. But it is still that bloody haunch that she finds far more interesting than all of these screeching humans. Jaws clamp around the meat that was left behind, and she is already scuttling into the kitchens. All the while, the mossy green tunnensnake slashes and snaps at D'undee, but it is the sharp tug he feels that has the 'snake squeeling and trying to launch away. His clawed feet become tangled in clothing and ropes, 'causing the beast to hit the ground hard, struggling violently but loosing the battle as the knife bites into him.

 

Where is the big burly chunk of greenrider when you need him? Oh, up waiting for Neen, no doubt. Pah. What good is a weyrmate if he doesn't protect you from giant tunnelsnakes? "Good job, Han," she Neen says, obviously having forgot the animosity between them for the time being. As soon as the beast is truly presumed dead, Neen turns to the wounded instead of the next tunnelsnake. "Hei, isn't it? Here, let's get you up on this table, and could you do me a favor and hold this cloth," cloth being a napkin, "to your ankle to try to stop the bleeding? As soon as we can get to the Infirmary, we can get this cleaned out, and some numbweed on it." Yes, Neen has been trained for these situations. Renne is given a curt nod as she points towards the mother of all tunnelsnakes. "Take the one side. Han, take the other. I'll attempt to get it with this rope." Neen? The hero? This is a very scary thought. Neen is not meant for tunnelsnake fighting. She should be running. Fast.

 

Maia could very easily scream and shriek, but that wouldn't be very Weyrwomanish, now would it?  She's just holding it all in, but almost loses it when that horrid thing bumps her chair.  "Sk'lar probably chased 'em in here when he left."  Staying behind her S'mander shield, she glances over at Hei, "How bad is it?"  She'll help when the beasts are gone.

 

Rh'nan jabs the knife into the tunnelsnake another time, which hopefully finishes the job.  He pulls the knife out again, wiping it on his clean pants and then holding it out to Neen.  "You want this, or should I keep it?"  As she takes the rope, he grasps the knife more tightly and moves towards the female tunnelsnake.  "Be careful, Neen," he warns.  "I know of several people who don't want you to get hurt."  Himself included, of course.

 

Breathe.  Breathe.  Breathe!  That's the only thing you have to do, Amirytos... breathe!  By this point, the boy has reached hyperventalation, pulling in air as fast as he can possibly gulp it into his gaping mouth.  And then it strikes. "EEEEEEEEE!" he screams, sounding a good deal like a four-turn-old girl who's just been pinched by an elder sibling.  "EEEEEEEEEE!"  Gasp.  Breathe.  Gulp.  "EEEEEEE!"  The boy continued his yells, not in the least worried about tarnishing is reputation.  And then he saw the dark mark on his dust-colored leggings.  Blood!  Oh dear Faranth, the scratch had drawn blood!  If he was not surrounded by people he is certain outranked him, and of course, if those pesky little creatures were gone, the boy would have fainted... unfortunately for all involved, that didn't happen, and he just continued to "eeee" at people, though he was certainly becoming quieter than he had been.. after all, they might be tempted to strike again!

 

Hei winces, eyes watering slightly -- okay, she's probably very sensitive to pain here -- as she does as Aineen says, taking the offered napkin and pressing it to her ankle. "It could be worse, " she answers Maia in a slightly shaking voice. Gulp. Let's get ourselves all nice and controlled now. "It's just a fairly deep scratch, I think." The girl continues to apply pressure with one hand, the other shoving another irritating wisp of hair out of her face. Ebony gaze is riveted on the action, though, and she looks distinctly relieved as one of the snakes disappears back into the kitchens. Whew. One down. A sympathetic glance is given toward Amirytos. "Someone should probably tend to him first, " she adds with a little wince. "He sounds worse than a creeling firelizard who's just been Hatched."