Log Date: 12/17/97 Log Cast: (People) Kassima, Emlyn, Alwyn, Mehlani, J'lyn, D'thon, Jaeleka, Halam, N'kshar, Ofira, R'val, Ceria, M'kla, Feyan, Jessalyn, Jayna, Asrai, Lyrenna, Jennae, K'nan, Riessa, Sandar Davidon, (Fire Lizards) Rianet, Kheldar, Feyan's fair Log Intro: Mehlani has at last recovered from the cold she'd caught from being dunked in the Weyr's half-frozen lake... but this has only opened her up again to encountering the rest of the folk of the Weyr, and being reminded of the uncomfortable amounts of attention she's been receiving as of late from Weyrfolk of the Boy persuasion. ----- Your location's current time: 21:32 on day 16, month 2, Turn 21, of the Tenth Pass. It is a winter evening. You walk through the large entrance to the Living Cavern. Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern(#750RJM$) This huge cavern is sufficently roomy to hold a large portion of the Weyr's population without feeling cramped. There's always a bustle of activity here. Fragrant dishes are constantly in prepartion for mealtimes: currently for the late meal. Drudges are always present, either cleaning under Pierron's watchful eye, or helping fetch and carry. A myriad of glowbaskets and many ever-lit hearths make the cavern warm and inviting despite its size. The scents of cooking meats, baking breads and pastries, and the pungent aroma of spices hang mouthwateringly in the air. It is little wonder that those seeking to relax nearly always find their way here to do it. Branches of evergreens and glistening winter berries are ornaments of the season. A short tunnel jaunts northward out to the bowl and the merry sounds of cooking, chores, and laughter echo from the kitchen at the southeast end of the cavern near the easterly passage to the rest of the lower caverns. Within the lower caverns is an entrance to the infirmary weyr to care for injured dragons and riders. Contents: J'lyn N'kshar(#15337PJYce$) Halam(#12245PJcmq) Emlyn R'val Kassima Jaeleka M'kla Kheldar D'thon Pierron Obvious exits: Lower Caverns Kitchen Bowl Kassima rolls her eyes. "Oh, c'mon, now. Give me a bit of artistic license. I'm just trying to teach Kay how t'use what creativity fate may have given her; if'n she turns out totally sane, 'twill be a large blot on m'bloodline, y'know." She forks up a bite of the Unholy Pie and waggles it at D'thon in emphasis--before then waving it Mehlani-wards in greeting. A drudge shoos the layabouts out of the Living Cavern, getting them out of her way. Emlyn stands and stretches, then picks up her mug. She walks over to the hearth and looks down into the dancing flames. Nearby, one of the weyrharper's students is practicing on a recorder. The greenrider nods her head slightly in time to the music as she watches the fire. Alwyn walks here from the Inner Cavern. Mehlani, sans sewing, but with hat on head and Rianet on her shoulder, slips in from the inner caverns, pausing before she sits down anywhere. She smiles shyly towards Kassima, though her gaze is distracted and thoughtful. J'lyn settles himself down with a glass of benden Red. A small brown firelizard detaches himself from one of the wall hangings decorating the cavern. He drops to a light landing on Emlyn's shoulder. She absently reaches up and rubs his throat. Alwyn blinks at the large amount of people in the LC, in fact he almost retreats back into the lower caverns. His eyes grow larger as he looks at all the faces both new and old. He bites his lip, perhaps that will give him the confidence...? In any case, Wyn calls out softly to everyone, "Evening...". Wyn then goes to the food and drink table,quietly padding t'wards the juice, pouring some into his glass he goes to a seat near the hearth, and perhaps a distance away from everyone else. Emlyn is by the hearth, actually. She nods a silent greeting when Alwyn takes a seat. D'thon chuckles. "Too true." He glances to Alwyn, nodding to him. Mehlani might have accomplished the task of her sewing, but this doesn't mean that the lass's hands are empty. She's got hides now, carried in a neat stack in her arms, and she considers the cavern, trying to decide where to sit. Alwyn bites his lip again, and nods to Emlyn solemnly, shrugging off his jacket as he warms himself against the heat. Kassima nods to the magic mushroom boy, before turning to speak to J'lyn as she eats. "How've things been faring in the Wing of late? Is the reorganization proceeding nicely?" Jaeleka waves to Mehlani, and goes back to frowning, humming under her breath. Mehlani bobs her head softly to Jaeleka and smiles to the lass, giving her a sympathetic look for the humming. Halam drains the last of his cider and gets up heading for the bowl."Later folks he says over his shoulder. Halam walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. J'lyn sighs, and drinks down most of his wine. "Everything is faring as well as can be expected." N'kshar pours himself another glass of wine, sloshing the red liquid around in it's glass for a while, before drinking it down. He chews on his lip for a while, as if undecided on what to do next. Another glass is poured. Emlyn watches Alwyn shrug out of his jacket. She motions toward it with the hand holding her mug of wine. "Did that belong to a friend? Mine ... " she nods back toward the entry where the pegs hold dozens and dozens of flying jackets, "belonged to my foster brother, back at the Reaches." Kheldar has left. Mehlani settles down without a word into an unoccupied chair, not too far away from anyone, though neatly out of the way. The girl settles in to go over the stack of hides she's been given, peering anxiously at each as she sets half of them to her left, and half to her right. "As can be expected?" Kassi repeats curiously, pausing over a bite of the 'pie.' Alwyn blinks, shaking his head to Emlyn.. "Umm...no...It was created by my sister..." he bites his lip again, with all the times he does that, you'd think his lip would be raw by now. He shakes his head again to Emlyn "Sorry.."...he pauses, tilting his head slightly, watching Emlyn, "But I suppose Derva's a friend too...so..I don't know." he bites his lip yet again, Emlyn listens to Alwyn, then suggests, "Well, a sibling can be a friend, too, can't they?" She manages a smile. Ofira walks in from the kitchen. R'val looks up from his klah and spots Ofira, smiling and waving to her. Alwyn nods, "Yes..I suppose you're right." he smiles some to Emlyn. Ofira comes in with a tray of pitchers of steaming cider, spiced with cinamon and cloves. Setting it down, she smiles. "'Evening." R'val motors his way towards the steaming cider, and nabs a cup, kissing Ofira as he fills it. Emlyn leans forward a bit to say confidentially to Alwyn, "Though it's true that some siblings can be terrible bullies, or incredibly bothersome follow-abouts, yes?" Hearing Ofira's voice, the greenrider turns a bit to greet the masterbaker. "Evening, ma'am." Kassima smiles brightly as Ofira comes into the room. "Ofira!" she hails. "Have you found out from the Healers about the gizzards yet?" Let it never be said that Kassi lacks a one-track mind. Ofira looks at Kassima with surprise, "I thought you were asking them." Alwyn nods to Emlyn, "Derva is a good friend as well as an older sister.." he nods, more confident and bites his lip, collecting his gawky legs on his seat, assuming a lotus-like position on his chair. R'val sips at the cider and smiles at Ofira, 'And how're you tonight?" Emlyn turns back to Alwyn as the youth speaks again. She doesn't mention his frequently-bitten lip. "Ah, I have one like that, though we sometimes fight like two wehrs made to share the same lair." Ofira sits down by R'val, attention still focused on Kassima, and Emlyn. "I'm fine, love," she smiles, "How was your day?" D'thon takes another sip of klah, watching Ofira and R'val a mite warily. R'val kisses Ofira's cheek and smiles, "Just fine, Ofira love, just fine. Have you been busy today?" Emlyn is standing by the hearth with the seated Alwyn. Ceria walks here from the Inner Cavern. Jaeleka smiles to herself. Looking suddenly and very pleased. "If'n 'twas, 'twas unaware of it," Kassi replies, equally surprised. "Could've sworn back when 'twas searching for a meat substitute, you said you would... but I could easily be wrong." Ceria walks in and pours herself a mug of klah before scanning the cavern. Ofira nods apologetically to Kassima, "You may be right. I got very involved in the beet experiment. I still think you should try it," she coaxes. "It's really quite close!" N'kshar sighs at the glass of Benden Red he's been examining for the last few minutes, finally deciding to drink it. Jaeleka gets up and slips over to Kassi, touching the woman's arm lightly. Alwyn shakes his head to Emlyn... "No...my family..." he shivers enought though he's so close to the hearth, "With the exception of my parents are really close." He looks up to Emlyn, "But I know what you mean, I see it happen a lot when I'm in the nursery." The shade Kassi turns is only slightly lighter than that of the green olives decorating her pine-nut and gravy pie conglomeration. "Nay beets," she manages to say. "Those things make me nigh as ill as tubers... aye, Jaeleka?" The greenrider welcomes the distraction with a relieved smile, still rather off-color. Jaeleka tells Kassi happily "I did it!" D'thon perks up, grinning to Ceria. "Evenin'." Ceria smiles at D'thon and walks toward him slowly with a cautious glance at Ofira. Kassima repeats, "Did it? Did wha--oh! The lullabye? 'Tis finished? That's fabulous news, Jae!" Jaeleka nods. Curls bouncing every which way. Emlyn lifts her head a bit higher and takes on the expression so common in a weyr: unfocused eyes and listening posture. She smiles with the first bit of real warmth she's shown all evening, then says to Alwyn, "If you'll excuse me? Pleiath calls." The greenrider nods to several people as she moves toward the bowl entry. Emlyn pauses there to retrieve her flying gear from the pegs. Mehlani appears to have gotten headlong into the task of copying the hides on her left using the blank scraps of hide on her right. Every so often, the lass reaches up to gently shoo Rianet away from nibbling on the corners of the hides, while she quietly works. But she glances at Jaeleka as she talks, and smiles, once, softly. Alwyn blinks and nods to Emlyn, and huddles slightly close to the hearth, "G'eve rider.." he speaks to Emlyn. D'thon follows Ceria's gaze, and the corner of his mouth twitches slightly. He sighs, moving to allow her a seat just within speaking range. Ceria sits down, being careful to keep some distance between her and D'thon. She takes a sip of her klah and smiles at him. Kassima chuckles, evidently pleased by both the news and the girl's enthusiasm. "You'll have t'take my thanks on the youngling's behalf until 'tis old enough t'speak..." she begins, then pauses and rests one hand on her rounded abdomen. "Though methinks 'tis safe t'say that the child's excited, too. Either that, or 'tis protesting t'my choice of foods; I'm nay quite certain which." Emlyn walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. D'thon chuckles ruefully. "'Tis a shame, isn't it?" He looks meaningfully at Ofira. M'kla snorts, "If it's wise, Kassi..it's objecting." Ofira resolves to sneak the beets into Kass somehow. She watches Jaeleka fondly. Ceria grins wistfully at D'thon. "Hopefully it won't be too long now," she murmers. Jaeleka mms thoughtfully, then tugs on Kassi's sleeve. "Kassi? How long till the baby comes?" D'thon nods. "Mhmm." He glances around again, then quietly takes her hand in his. Kassima does the mature thing: she makes a face and sticks out her tongue at the Weyrsecond--abruptly followed by a grin, to hopefully show that she's teasing. "C'mon, now, M'kla--surely 'tis nay *that* bad, what I'm eating. Look! 'Tis a perfectly balanced dessert!" She gestures to the... thing, which indeed has all of the food groups save dairy incorporated into it somehow. Switching her attention back to Jae, she smiles. "About four and a half months, give or take." Ceria shoots a wary glance in Ofira's direction and then sighs slightly. Jaeleka nods solemnly at Kassima. "Thats long enough to write it out properly and teach you it." M'kla chuckles some, "It's nay the nutritional value, I wager...but the taste." Ofira glances over at Ceria and D'thon and smiles benignly. Handholding in public, it seems, is acceptable. J'lyn walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. Feyan walks in from the bowl. Feyan looks shyly around..."Hello." Jessalyn walks here from the Inner Cavern. Kassima sets her fork down to offer the girl a hug. "I'd be honored," she says, quite honestly. "And so, I hope, will the youngling be... M'kla, 'tis perfectly--well, all right, I suppose t'most folks 'tis vile. But t'me, there could be naught more delicious right now on this world." Feyan blinks and slides closer to the hearth for warmth.... N'kshar slowly rises from his seat, where he's been quietly brooding for the past 5 or so minutes. He heads out slowly, forgetting his wineskin on the table. N'kshar walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. D'thon blinks, peering at N'kshar. He mutters to R'val, "... he going..." Ceria smiles at D'thon. "So what have you been doing today?" she asks. Alwyn doesn't really notice Jessalyn enter, still occupied with warming himself up. He's seated near the hearth in a lotus-like position. Under his chair is a glass of forgotten juice. Feyan pipes up, politely....."Sebring traders duty to the Weyr, and it's queens". It sounds like she has been practicing that little speech....... Ofira looks over at the girl and smiles, "I didn't know we had traders visiting us. Welcome to Telgar." R'val smiles, "Telgar's duty to your trading clan, welcome." Jessalyn wanders into the caverns, tying off the braid in her hair. Without really looking around all that much, she plops into her customary seat, yawning still. "Duties to the Traders and their Clan-heads," Kassi greets in turn, a touch preoccupied. While still beaming at Jae, she wiggles her fingers Feyan and Jessalyn-wards. Mehlani lifts her behatted head at the unfamiliar young voice, blinking blue eyes under the hat brim. She smiles briefly, soberly, and then ducks her head back to hide copying. There's no other sound of her save the scratching of her pen, and the occasional little trill from her green fire lizard on her shoulder. D'thon shrugs. "N'much, the usual drills and stuff. Keeping up to scratch, really." He turns briefly to the trader - "Telgar's duties," he offers quickly. His attention soon returns, though, to the girl beside him. Jaeleka's information passed on to Kassi, the girl finds herself distracted by Mehlani's task...and heads over to observe. Feyan looks back at Ofira, with a shy smile....."Unhuh, we brought the cloth we promised. Thanks, I'm Feyan." She looks at the others, with the same shy smile. "Thanks." Ceria nods to D'thon. "I see," she says. "I've been working in the kitchen as usual," she offers. Mehlani is sitting quietly at the table she's chosen, diligently working on copying her stack of hides. Her blue gaze flicks from side to side as she compares what she's reading with what she needs to write; as Jaeleka approaches, the little green on her shoulder squirms around, and trills at the girl. Jayna walks here from the Inner Cavern. Ofira smiles, "Hello Feyan, well met. This is R'val, and that's Jaeleka, my foster daughter." The girls look to be of about an age. D'thon says "Ah," D'thon replies, as if unsurprised. He perks up at the mention of cloth. "Want to go have a look at the stock?" he wonders aloud to Ceria." Ceria shrugs. "If you like," she says amiably. Jaeleka grins at the green offering a short whistled trill back. And pokes her nose about trying to get a look at what Mehlani is scribing. Kassima finishes off her pie in truly short order, without even a trace of nausea--believe it or not. Setting down her fork, she leans back in her chair and looks very content indeed. "If'n the tunnelsnakes stay plentiful, the swimming pleasant, the snow abundant, and the ice slippery, I believe I can tolerate this inactivity business without going insane after all," she proclaims to no one in particular. Jayna smiles shyly. She's carrying something around her hip that looks like a tattered blanket. On her arm is a sewing kit. D'thon rises, taking a few steps forward. "Trader Feyan," he begins pleasantly. "I'se jest wonderin' if'n me an' this lass here might'n have a look at what ye've brought?" Feyan gives the same shy smile, again, to Ofira...."I remember you, you used to give me cookies and juice."...She nods to R'val and Jaeleka. Hello." Her fair trills a hello to the little green.... Ofira looks at Feyan more closely and then smiles. "Of course! Ithought you looked a little familiar, But you've grown up a bit. And you speak much more clearly now." Mehlani looks up at Jaeleka, then at Rianet, and finally at the child with the fire lizards as her own green pipes at the other winged ones. To Jaeleka, Mehlani murmurs, "Hello there," and offers for her consideration her current hide, which appears to be a Record of wingmembers, joinings and transfers, for one of the native Telgar Wings. Ceria blinks at D'thon. Alwyn listens to the conversation quietly, he looks over his shoulder to see what he's missed and blinks, obviously missing the entrance of Jessie..."Jessalyn?" he calls out softly, enough to be heard anyways. You sense Jaeleka peers at the hides, interested. "What are you copying them for? Practise, or is this a job?" Feyan looks even more shy....they are asking *her*? Oh dear. Well, she stands tall. She's a trader! "Yes sir. Suan gave the cloth to the Headwoman. They are talking with her about more, too. They'd show it to you. Their in the stores." Jessalyn stifles another yawn and smiles at Alwyn, "Hi Wyn." D'thon nods. "Thankee, Trader." He turns to Ceria. "Coming?" Ceria nods and stands up to join D'thon. Alwyn looks to Ceria and D'thon and raises a brow, then looks back to Jessie curiously, "Jess? Can I talk to you?" again looking at Jess over his shoulder. Feyan looks after D'thon, hoping that she did that alright. She looks back at Ofira. "Unhuh, I learned real good, too." D'thon grins to all, taking Ceria's hand and tracking his way out of the cavern. Ofira smiles, "I see. You're quite a trader yourself now!" D'thon walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. Jessalyn nods, "Mmm, of course. Here, or somewhere else?" D'thon walks in from the bowl. D'thon walks off towards the kitchen. Jaeleka senses "Mehlani says quietly, "They needed copying to update the Records Room's hides. It's something I can do, since I have no formal duties."" >From the kitchen, D'thon pushes his way past scurrying kitchen girls and into the storeroom passageway. Feyan stands tall and turns pink at the compliment....."I traded candies of my own this turn, Danna let me." Ceria walks off towards the kitchen. >From the kitchen, Ceria pushes her way past scurrying kitchen girls and into the storeroom passageway. Jaeleka nods at Mehlani "I could help." And grins "Specially if you got those pipes for me to see again." Ofira smiles at Feyan, "Danna's your foster mother, right?" Feyan nodnods..."Unhuh. She's still at Benden, though."...she looks sad. Jayna gives the room a big grin. "Night, all." Jayna walks towards the inner cavern. Mehlani looks up once more, lifting a hand to tilt back her hat, and smiles a little to Jaeleka. "I do not have the pipes with me," she says softly. "They're in my press, right now." On her shoulder, Rianet peers curiously at the younger girl, leaning her head way way out. Alwyn bites his lip and shrugs, "Here is good as any other place Jess.." he smiles slightly back to her. Ofira nods to Feyan and points to Jaeleka and Mehlani, "Would you like to play with the other girls, while you're visiting?" Jaeleka nods at Mehlani. "I didn't mean *right* now, right now..I meant, sometime. I can wait." She smiles at hte other girl. "I'd like to learn them. And maybe you could play them for me?" Jessalyn glances around the cavern and the other conversations flowing through it, then back to Alwyn with a faint smile. "If you're sure. But maybe somewhere quieter?" Feyan looks at the other girls, shyly....."she nods..."If they want to...." Ofira waves over to Jaeleka and Mehlani, "This is Feyan, one of the Sebring traders....Feyan, this is Jaeleka, my fosterling, and Mehlani." she introduces the girls. Alwyn bites his lip and nods, "Perhaps that would be better..." he nods again to her, and stands up from his seat careful not to fall over from his lotus-like position. He forgets that he has a juice under his seat and pads towards the lower cavern. Alwyn walks towards the inner cavern. Jessalyn walks towards the inner cavern. Jaeleka turns and gives Feyan a small smile."Hey." Feyan looks at Jaeleka and smiles...."Hi." Mehlani begins to smile to Jaeleka's wheedling about the pipes, but as Ofira approaches with Feyan, Mehlani's solemn regard is turned to the other girl instead. On her shoulder, green Rianet cheeps, inspecting the other humans curiously. Kassima blinks slowly out of a dragon-inspired trance, and shakes her head. "Gah, I've got t'get some sleep," she mutters. "See you all on the morrow, eh?" With a faint smile and a backwards wave, she heads out. Kassima walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. Asrai walks in from the bowl. Ofira watches the girls and turns to R'val, moving to sit closer to him. "Tell me about your day , love," she says, laying a hand on his arm. Feyan looks at Jaeleka...."You do look kinda like me." R'val slides said arm around OFira gently and hugs her, smiling, "Uneventful, I had dawn sweeps, unfortunately, but it did give me the time for a nice nap this afternon. "He winks, "And you, dear?" Asrai kinda bounces in, whistling a merry tune off key. Grabbing a fishroll and a mug of cider she plops down next to M'kla. "Heya boss-lady." She intones with a grin, waving a greeting to the others present. Jaeleka stares at the girl. "Cept I got on purple. *And* my eyes are blue." She grins. Ofira smiles, "Well, one of the newer residents gave me a hand in the kitchen, which was nice. Ryddle. And I met a new visitor here, a rathar odd fellow - Ravachol or something like that." R'val hrms, "I've not seen Ryddle around much, barely know her." He blinks, "Ravachol? Intersting name." Ofira frowns slightly, "I think thats' what it was. He came in absolutely starving, so I fed him. Then we talked a bit. He says he's looking for work. When I asked him what sort, he started comparing himself to a tunnel snake. something a bout finding a niche," she says doubtfully. Feyan looks shy...."I got wierd eyes. But Danna says they're pretty and I should bat them at boys.", she shrugs..."I don' know why though." Feyan says "What's bating, anyway?" Jaeleka makes a face, and inform Feyan with the wisdom of several years more experience "Battings when you kinda make googlies at the boys. Like whirling, only with yoru lashes." She demonstrates, a fair good job of it too. "But its really yucky, cause they'll just laugh at you or wanna do stupid things." Ofira watches Jaeleka with raised eyebrow, "Where'd she learn to do that?" she queries R'val. Mehlani blinks at Jaeleka and Feyan, abruptly turns a bit pink, and returns her attention to her hides. She doesn't think she wants to know. R'val blinks at Ofira, "Beats me." Feyan looks surprised..."Oh, yucky! Boys like that?" Jaeleka shrugs at Feyan. "I don't know why. Looks pretty stupid, huh?" Ofira frowns slightly, "Well, I don't do that!" she points out to R'val. Feyan looks indignant.."Well, *I'm* not gonna do that. I don' like to get laughed at, and boys are mean." R'val kisses Ofira, "Of course you don't, dear.' He soothes. Feyan sniffs..."Who cares about boys, anyhow?" Jaeleka hms to herself a moment, then grins at Feyan. "Hey! I just thought of something..if boys like *that* I bet they'd probably be stupid enough to give you stuff for it. If you kinda made your voice go all pouty..you know?" She bats her lashes and whimpers slightly at Feyan "But I really like redfruit." Ofira tsks and leans over to the girls, "Now, theres' no need for eyelash batting to get a boys attention. And they're not always stupid." She looks at R'val thoughtfully, "I used to do that sort of thing when I was younger.. Would you like me to?" Feyan giggles......and can't stop laughing to comment for a minute.... Jaeleka giggles at Ofira. Asrai glances over at Ofira and the young girls with a little bit of confusion. "But if you wanted something..why not just ask...or get it yourself? Jaeleka blinks at Asrai's question "Cause if you know you can get it that way, its more fun to see *if* you can get it the other." Her eyes flash with wicked little lights. Ofira nods to Asrai, "Much more sensible," she agrees with the woman. "I don't know where Jae got that idea from." Asrai frowns, still not understanding. "But if you can get it the one way..why would you need that other..?" she makes a gesture with her hands to indicate the fluttering thing. Feyan laughs..."That's silly. You sounded like you had a sore throat. I'm *never* gonna do that." Mehlani turns progressively pinker under her hat. She is not, it would seem, going to involve herself in this conversation. Definitely, definitely not. The lass focuses herself on scribing out her hides, tilting her head down so that her hat's brim shadows at _least_ the upper half of her face if not the lower. Jaeleka sighs at Asrai "Because its fun?" She shrugs. "Why would I want something I can just ask for? I can alwys go and ask for it later if batting doesn't work." She nods to herself, a sudden decision obviously settling into her head. "Yep. This is gonna be fun." >From the kitchen, D'thon walks out of the passageway that leads down to the storerooms. >From the kitchen, Ceria walks out of the passageway that leads down to the storerooms. >From the kitchen, D'thon carefully maneuvers the rolls of cloth through the entrance quietly. Ceria walks in from the kitchen. Asrai hrms, obviously giving this more thought. "Jaeleka...how did you do that fluttering thing with your eyelashes again?" Ofira nods to Ceria and D'thon, "Buy any cloth?" she inquires. Feyan says "If I did that Sardon would laugh at me. But.....he likes it when Selene does it. Hm....maybe...how do ya do that again?" Jaeleka smiles at Asrai. "Like this.." she demonstrates, setting her head at a coy angle nad letting her lashes fall softly, then lift slightly; a mere pause before a repeat. Ceria smiles at Ofira. "D'thon did," she says. D'thon walks in from the kitchen. D'thon wanders in with a couple of rolls of cloth, almost as if on cue. Feyan watches Jaeleka and tries to copy her. It looks like shes gone *very* nearsighted and dizzy..."Like that?" Ofira looks over, "Oh, what did you get?" she asks interestedly. Asrai tilts her head to the side, mimicing the young girl. With one hand resting lightly against one cheek she lowers her lashes shyly..then flutters them softly. Her lower lip pouting ever so slightly. When finished she grins, looking around, "How was that?" Jaeleka shakes her head at Feyan's attempt. "Nope..you gotta kinda pretend you are looking at something, so your eyes don't get all squinched up and hurt." D'thon raises the rolls. "Some unbleached linen, and a bit of sisal." His eyes widen as he notices Asrai. "Umm. Oh, dear." He muffles a cough with one hand. Jaeleka ooos at Asrai. "Hey, that looked like lots of boys would walk into walls. I saw that once you know?" She grins. Ceria peers curiously at Asrai. Mehlani might not be looking, but Rianet eyes Jaeleka and Feyan and Asrai, her little green head quirked to one side. Coo? R'val laughs softly, and replies to Ofira's earlier question with a wry smile, "If you want to bat your eyelashes at me, love, go RIGHT ahead." Feyan nods..."Okey.....", she tries again, adding her patented whistful waif look. She looks up, gently bats her eyelashes and looks sweet and whistful. "like that?" Jaeleka mms at Feyan. "That'll work on the grownups. They're pretty useless that way." Asrai blushes at the compliment. Her gaze flipping from person to person. "Was it really...they walked into walls?" She asks curiously, distracted from the attention she just drew to herself. Ofira smiles and thinsk back a few turns and widens her blue eyes, gazing at R'val, batting her lashes quite skillfully. Jaeleka blinks at Asrai, distracted by the question. She nods with a grin. "Yeah. It was pretty funny." D'thon sighs. "Oh, my. It's an epidemic." Ceria looks amused when she see Ofira. Feyan says "Oh. But grownups give you things, too." Mehlani's behatted head stays bowed. The hides. Focus on the hides. Write, scribe, write write write. Feyan appears not to notice the attention this is all getting from the grownups.... Jaeleka shrugs at Feyan. "Yeah, but you do that to them, they'll give you stuff even when they already said no." Asrai shakes her head in bemusement, "Just because a girl batted her eyelashes like I did?" she seems to ignore, or not realise the irony of the fact that she's getting advise on flirting from a nine turn old.. Feyan tries again...looking up, batting her eyes, and mimicing Asrai's pouty look....."Better?" Jaeleka nods at Feyan with a smile, before ppraising Asrai. "Well, you can do other stuff ot make it work better. I saw it lots. You gotta lick your lips a little and wear stuff that kinda shows your skin." She shrugs. R'val pretends to melt, leaning back in his seat with a moan, "Ooooh! Ofira! You bat your eyes with the best of 'em, my dear!" He kisses her soundly. Ceria glances at Jaeleka, her green eyes wide. D'thon nearly faints. He mutters to Ceria, "Wonder what... say... we..." Ofira laughs and kisses R'val, "Well, maybe I have to do that more often." She looks over at D'thon, "Whatever are you planning to do with unbleache linen?" Asrai giggles and nods, "Not that I know what's good and what's not...but it looked just fine to.." Her gaze is pulled to Jaeleka, "But its winter..wouldn't that get cold?" Mehlani reaches the end of the hide she's copying. Oh dear. Well. She hastily moves the finished copy off to the stack of hides she's completed. Ceria blinks at D'thon. Jaeleka puts her hands on her hips and asks Asrai "Well, couldn't you kind tug it tighter then?" Feyan nods in agreement..."It gets cold in winter." D'thon chuckles. "Oh, this and that," he replies. Asrai looks down at her outfit, her lips pursed, "Tug it tighter...hmmmm." She reaches behind her and pulls the tunic tight against her body from behind. The effect is..well, what you would expect it to be. "Like this?" She asks innocently of the group? Ceria walks away to pour herself some klah and grab herself a meatroll. Ofira looks at R'val, "What do you think he wants it for?" she murmurs to him. Asrai comments, "It'd be kind of uncomfortable holding it like this all day, though." Lyrenna walks here from the Inner Cavern. Jaeleka nods at Asrai. "Yeah. Like that, only you can't leave your hands there. You just gotta wear smaller stuff and push your shoulders back. So everything kinda ..well,you know." R'val grins and hugs OFira around the waist, chuckling softly, "I'd certainly not mind, love, you do have such beautiful eyes.." Mehlani scrupulously attends to her hide-copying task. By now, however, the entire lower half of her face has turned rose, and Rianet pokes her little green head under Mehlani's hat brim, peering at the girl. Feyan practices her newly learned and patented Look, several times, to make sure she remembers it. "Siarra wears her tops way low too, but shes a grownup. Danna said I won't look like that for Turns yet." Lyrenna bounds lightly into the cavern D'thon watches Ceria very intently, attempting studiously to avoid noticing Asrai. Asrai lets go of the tunic, rotaing her shoulder. "But Jaeleka..this /is/ some of the smallest stuff they had in the stores." Ceria glances up at D'thon from near the hearth. Her cheeks flush slightly and she offers him a slight smile. Ofira smiles at R'val and kisses him again, apparently in a very good mood indeed this evening. She glances over at Feyan and Jaeleka, frowning slightly. "Girls! Dont' you think you should be...playing with dolls...or sewing, or something?" Jaeleka ohs at Asrai, opening her mouth to offer another suggestion. And is waylaid by Ofira. "Dolls? yuck!" Feyan shrugs..."I don't play with dolls much, anymore. I play stick ball with Solant, though." Davidon walks here from the Inner Cavern. Ofira sighs, "Well, maybe not dolls. You could bake cookies! Oh, ball. Ball is good," she beams. "Why don't you two do that?" D'thon chuckles to Asrai. "Need alterations done?" he comments. "I can help..." "I could go get my juggling balls," Mehlani abruptly blurts out from under her hat. Anything to change the conversational topic. Anything. Asrai hmms, considering this entire situation as Jaeleka is distracted. "I never had a doll..." she comments idly. "And walk with my shoulders back, you said...Hmmm?" She asks D'thon. Ceria lowers her eyes and appears to be absorbed in the meatroll she's holding. She slowly raises it to her lips and takes a bite. Ofira smiles at Mehlani, "Juggling balls! Wonderful! I didnt' know you juggled!" Davidon waves heartily as he comes strolling in. "'Lo" Feyan looks back at Jaeleka...."What about that stuff that Sierra puts on her face. She gets blue on her eyes and red on her lips...then she kisses me and it gets on my face, yuck!" Ofira waves to Davidon. "Who is this Siara?" she asks Feyan. Jaeleka oos at Feyan. "You dont' have to put stuff on, you know? You can kinda pinch yourself nad get pink that way. I saw that too! And its better than gunk, cuse it doesn't wipe of on stuff." Davidon waves back to Ofira and gets himself some klah, "Where's that other klah?" R'val glances at Feyan thoughtfully, listening in. Asrai frowns, "Why would you put colors on your face? Pinch yourself, that sound painfull.." D'thon shrugs. "Well, speaking as an ex-weaver it isn't hard... for a price." His eyes gleam. Mehlani looks up enough at Ofira to show her widened, slightly panicked eyes under her hat. Pinching be darned -- Mehlani's already pink, and rapidly approaching crimson. Help. Jaeleka smooshes her lips together severl times, pressing them hard enough to bring out colour. "See? Like that. And use your fingers on your cheeks." D'thon leans over. He mutters to Ceria, "... to... some..." Feyan looks at Ofira..."Siara's a Sebring. She's older them me." she looks back at Jaeleka, "Pinch yourself? Yuck!" Ceria glances up and nods to D'thon. Ofira looks sympathetically at Mehlani, "Why don't you get the juggling balls. I'm sure the girls would love to see that," she suggests, eager to distract the youngsters and resolving to have a lont talk with Jaeleka later on. Jaeleka shrugs at Feyan. " I think goop is yuck." Asrai seems to be seriously considering this. "That's right..you used to be a weaver. I'll keep that in mind. I'm still not sure if that would be comfortable...having the clothes all tight and stuff...." Feyan practices smooshing her lips, and pinches her cheeks..."Ouch! Did it work? I think that goop is groos, too. Especially when Siara put alot on....." D'thon shrugs. "Have some tight ones and some looser. Works best that way."+ Jaeleka nods. "Sides, if you miss it, then everyone knows if you've been kissing or stuff." She rolls her eyes. "Grownups." Ceria blinks suddenly. She mutters to D'thon, "... did... that..." Mehlani sets her hides aside, and gets up, practically going *between*, the way she darts off into the inner caverns. "I-I'll be right back..." [Mehlani is not gone long, but she's gone long enough for the conversation to proceed without her. And while she's out of the living cavern....] Ofira looks at Jaeleka, "I really think we've all heard enough about this for one night, Jae." Feyan nodnods...."I saw a lady at Fort one time, she had so much on it looked like two black eyes....", she giggles.... Jaeleka watches Mehlani go, then turns to Feyan, and evil, evil glint in her eyes. "She *likes* a boy. She's gonna make him a kilt. I *heard* it." Asrai plucks at her loose fitting tunic, as she answers D'thon. "Well, most of my clothes fit like this. they're about the smallest I can find that are still made for adults.." Feyan wrinkles her nose....."Well, I don't like boys. They pull my hair and stuff." Jaeleka giggles, and minces "Oooo... I'm Mehlani. I *like* you...oooo." She bats her lashes at Feyan. "You're a *cuuute* boy." D'thon shrugs. He mutters to Ceria, "... few..." Ceria grins at Jaeleka and mutters something about a boy with a green firelizard. Ofira frowns at Jaeleka, "That's enough," she says, her voice turning sharp. "do you want to lose another friend?" Ceria gazes at D'thon curiously and then shrugs. Feyan looks at Ofira, with obviously no idea why they shouldn't talk about such things. But , she's a polite child, and if that's what Ofira wants.....then she hears Jaeleka, turns back to look at her, and all but colapses laughing...... Jaeleka barely restrains herself at the admonition of Ofira. "How come everythign fun gets me in trouble?" she grumbles. "She does too like a boy. She sighs nad blushes nad watches *everything* until he goes. And I'm in trouble for it." Ofira tsks. "Mehlani is shy. You shouldn't tease her. It's cruel." Asrai shakes her head, "Now Jaeleka, be nice. There is nothing wrong with liking boys..nothing at all. You'll understand when you get a bit older." She blushes herself a bit. R'val chuckles knowingly at Asrai. D'thon chuckles dryly and sees fit to add - "Unless you're apprenticed, that is, Asrai." Jaeleka sighs at Ofira, offering quite seriously "She's not here. So I'm not teasing her. I'm just...explaining it to Feyan." She grins as she thinks of the right way out of it. "Yeah, thats it. I was *just** explaining how Mehlani liked somweone. Thaqts not teasing, is it?" Ceria blushes ever so slightly. Mehlani comes back padding into the caverns, three red rubber balls grasped in her slender hands. Rianet is still poking her head under the girl's hat, trying to figure out why her human appears to be unusually pink. Asrai blushes even more at the chuckle, turning a really lovely shade of pink. She turns to D'thon and asks, "What do you mean apprenticed? I was never in a craft..are you not aloud to like boys if you are?" Jaeleka blinks at Asrai. "I like boys okay. Well, couple maybe. But I don't go about getting pink just cause they walk into a room. Thats... " She rolls her eyes, and about then catches Mehlani getting back. "Oh. Hi." Ceria takes a sip of her klah and gazes intently into the mug. Ofira frowns at Jaeleka, "We will talk about this later on young lady!" She smiles at Mehlani, "Find them?" Mehlani skids to a halt. Oh. The conversation hasn't changed, then? Uhmm.... she flicks a glance to Ofira, swallows hard, and says huskily, "Uhm... yes, Master Ofira...." D'thon sighs. "The opposite sex. Sure, you're allowed to like'em, but doing anything about it..." Jaeleka sends a sidelong glance to Feyan, bats her lashes and purses her lips...a somewhat familiar gesture to those who witnessed the mincing. And bursts into giggles. Ofira says firmly to Jae and Feyan, "Let's see what Mehlani can do with those balls." R'val blinks at Ofira at he b-word. Feyan tries despiratly to keep a straight face. She looks at Mehlani......"Can you really juggle those?" Asrai thinks D'thon's answer over for a minute, then blushes even more. "Oh, I see...oh Mehlani, do show us." Ah, change in topic is a good thing. Jaeleka frowns at Ofira. "I'd rather practice teachign songs" she mutters grimly under her breath. D'thon tries hard not to fall over at Ofira's comment. "Oh. Dear." Mehlani looks distinctly uncomfortable, but the lass nods her behatted head. She ponders a moment, then reaches up one hat to push the hat back so she can see better, and then, she offers shyly, "Lal taught me... when I was smaller... uhm, well..." She pulls in a breath, shifts her stance, and lifts both hands, two balls in one, one in the other. And she abruptly throws each of them into the air, first one, then two, then three. On her shoulder, Rianet abruptly cheeps! in fascination. Ceria quietly takes another sip of her klah. Feyan watches Mehlani, carefully..... Jaeleka asks Ofira "Can I go wait for you to come yell at me?" Feyan's fair watches the balls, intently......New game? Asrai smiles in wonder as she watches the display. Her cheeks, thankfully, return to their normal color. Once all three balls are in the air, they start scribing a simple circle through Mehlani's hands. Her mouth sets in an anxious little line, but so far, she's not missing anything, yet. But she has to mutter sidelong to her fire lizard, "Ria, don't...!" The green looks like she's about to launch herself after one of those flying balls any second now. Ofira is watching Mehlani juggle. She nods to Jaeleka, "You go get settled in bed, and we'll talk when I come down. I'l bring you some warm milk." she says kindly. Ceria finishes her cooled meatroll and takes another sip of klah as she watches Mehlani. Feyan's fair tenses, obviously also thinking of stealing the balls, but Feyan notices and tells them sternly..."Nono. Not ours to play with." Jaeleka sighs at Ofira. "Okay." She grins at Feyan. "Hey, nice meeting you." And tells Mehlani with an impish light in her eyes. "Thats neat." She waves at everyone and heads off. Humming a tune jauntily. Jaeleka walks towards the inner cavern. D'thon takes a sip of cold klah, watching Mehlani quietly. Feyan calls to Jaeleka.."Nice meeting you, too. Thanks for the help with batting!" Mehlani doesn't exactly... relax. Not with so many eyes on her. But this, at least, is someone less uncomfortable than the Uncomfortable Conversation, and she keeps up the dance of the red rubber balls for a few minutes longer, managing to shift them from a circle to a figure eight before Rianet finally, with a cheep in a tone of Kill the Ball!, leaps off her shoulder and tackles the nearest one down to the floor, throwing her offstride. Oops. Ofira applauds, "That's wonderful, Mehlani. I didn't know we had someone at the Weyr who could juggle." Not only is it wonderful, it doesnt' involve batting lashes,, cosmetics, or boys. Mehlani manages to keep the other two balls from going flying, catching them in each hand, and she smiles uneasily to Ofira. Feyan laughs at the ball stealing green. D'thon echoes the applause, chuckling at Rianet. Ceria smiles at the firelizard's antics. Feyan claps..."That was neat!" Asrai smiles and claps, showing her appreciation. "That was really good Mehlani!" Mehlani murmurs shyly, "Thank you..." A wan little smile flickers out across her face. She's still blushing, but a bit less panicked, now. R'val applaulds politely for the child at her juggling. Ofira smiles and then her glance wanders to Feyan. she smiles. "Feyan, wouldnt' Danna be looking for you about now? It's late." Mehlani seizes the opportunity of Ofira's query to the remaining child to duck down to crouch by Rianet. The green is doing her level best to try to disembowel the ball, gnawgnawgnawing away at it, and Mehlani lowers her behatted head again to try to coax the object away from the fire lizard. Feyan blinkies......"Oh, it's that late?" she sighs dramatically..."Okey"...she looks at everyone...."G'night! I gotta go to bed....." Ofira smiles at the child, "goodnight." Seh looks at R'val, "We should go down now too I think, if you're ready?" Ceria stands up to refill her mug. Feyan heads for the door, waving, and followed my her massed fair..... Feyan walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. D'thon waves to Feyan belatedly, following Ceria to the klah pot. Mehlani finally scoops Rianet and her prize up into her hands, lowering her face to concentrate on scritching the little green. Asrai waves a farewell, taking up her almost forgotten cider...now cold. Ceria smiles at D'thon as she picks up the klah pot and begins pouring. R'val stands, nodding to Ofira with a smile, taking her hand gently, "I think you're right, Ofira my dear." D'thon glances at Ofira, waiting for Ceria to finish pouring the klah. Halam walks in from the kitchen. Ofira gets up, hand in R'vals and nods goodnight. "See you bright and early, Ceria. We're trying that new sweetroll variation. Don't forget to chop the dried fruit." Ceria sets down the pot and picks up her mug. She follows D'thon's gaze and nods to Ofira. "Yes, ma'am," Asrai nods to Ofira and R'val, getting up herself to stretch. "Goodnight all, I should be heading up to my weyr as well." Ofira walks towards the inner cavern. R'val walks towards the inner cavern. Asrai walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. D'thon starts pouring, quietly watching the cavern. The instant Ofira leaves, he leans towards Ceria and plants a quick kiss on the back of her neck. Halam walks in and looks around. Upon seeing Ofira he breaks into a big grin. Heyla Ofira. Got any bubblies for a poor stablehand? he teases. Ceria looks startled by D'thon's kiss, but she gives him a warm smile. D'thon finishes up on the pouring, smiling to Ceria, and resumes his seat. Halam Humms "She must not have heard me." he says to no one in particular. Ceria sits down and sips from her klah. "I should be getting to bed soon," she says softly. Mehlani, her juggling balls retrieved, blows out a breath and drops them into the pouch she'd brought with her... well, two of them, at any rate. The girl lets Rianet play with the third anyway, and creeps back to finish the task she'd abandoned, the copying of her hides. D'thon leans to Ceria and sighs. "So soon?" Ceria smiles ruefully. "I can stay a little longer," she says, "but Ofira expects me to be up early. I don't want to get in trouble." D'thon ohs. "Umm. In that case..." he sighs. "Well, go ahead." Ceria blinks. "Well, I don't need to go right this second," she says. D'thon nods. "And I'm glad of that." He puts an arm around her and hugs her. Ceria smiles and returns D'thon's embrace. Davidon walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. D'thon quietly disengages, looking around the cavern nervously. Mehlani is, discreetly, not looking at the young rider and baker. She's studiously bent over her hides. Ceria glances at D'thon and sighs. "I wish..." she starts out quietly. D'thon leans over to her. "Yes...?" His voice is soft. N'kshar walks in from the bowl. Halam sits sipping klah. A half eaten plate of meatrolls sits on the table in front of him. "Hey Nikl." Ceria blushes. "Nevermind," she says softly. D'thon folds his hands. "Tell me, Ceria." His voice is low, quiet. "What do you wish?" N'kshar walks in, looking somewhat more pleasant than he did just a few hours earlier. "Hi, Halam. Ceria." He gives a formal salute towards D'thon, even managing to smile a little bit. Ceria looks distressed. "I just wish we could be together without worrying about who sees us," she says. D'thon shrugs. "Same here... but I guess this way it's safer..." Ceria glances up at D'thon from beneath her dark lashes. "Safer?" she inquires. R'val enters from the Bowl. R'val trudges back into the cavern and drops into a seat. D'thon nods. "So we don't... do anything rash." Jennae walks in from the bowl. Ceria blinks at D'thon. "Oh," she says quietly with the slightest hint of confusion. Mehlani still sits quietly, bent over her hides, scratching out the characters with her pen. On the table beside her, Rianet tussles mightily with the red ball. Halam sits drinking klah. N'kshar slowly and deliberately walks over to a table, taking a seat with measured motions. His mood definately has improved in the past few hours, as he almost looks like he just -might- be on the verge of smiling. "Cider." He says to a passing drudge. D'thon sighs again. "Ceria, I guess I'm sorry I got you into all this..." Halam looks up nods and smiles at Jennae. "Heyla" Jennae trots in, tugging her gloves off finger by finger and shoving them quickly into her pockets. A quiet "Good evening," is sent back Halam's way as she passes. Ceria looks at D'thon, startled. "You didn't get me into anything," she says slowly. Jennae looks at you for a moment. R'val flashes a grin at Jennae, "Hey, Jen.' 'Lani's behatted head peeks up a moment, noting N'kshar's presence, and that of the young woman bearing the Ista knot. To both of them, Mehlani nods solemnly, before ducking her gaze once more. D'thon shakes his head almost imperceptibly. "If I hadn't been watching you so intently that day..." Asrai walks in from the bowl. Asrai wonders back in, too jittery to get to sleep. "Hello again, all." she walks over to the serving table to get some wine. Ceria furrows her brow slightly. "That day?" she wonders, almost to herself. Jennae sends a smile back R'val's way as she shrugs out of her jacket, folding it neatly in half over the back of a conveniently empty chair. "Evening, R'val," she says as she approaches N'kshar. N'kshar returns the nod to Mehlani, following her second towards Jennae. At the sight of his sister, he actually manages to smile. The drudge drops off the cider, and Nikh begins sipping from the cup. "Hi Jenn." He says, somewhat weakly. D'thon glances around the cavern, noting the other faces. "When Lysseth rose." Ceria blushes. "Oh," she says quietly, suddenly understanding. Jennae cocks her head at this weak greeting, brows drawing together in a delicate furrow as she stands inspecting her brother a moment. "Hello, Nikh. How are you this evening?" she asks, summoning a similar smile. Asrai settles herself at the Phantom Wing table...glancing about. At the mention of Lysseth;s flight her eyebrown arch slightly. Not being subtle enough to easdrop without being noticed, she looks on with outright interest. Mehlani keeps her gaze down over her hides once more. Only a few left. D'thon shrugs. "Guess it's already happened, though." Ceria blinks. "But that's not the only reason...?" she questions uncertainly. K'nan walks in from the bowl. R'val spots K'nan entering and waves at him, "Heya, K'nan." Asrai looks up and out towards the bowl as she hears a familiar bugle. As K'nan steps in she waves him over with a welcoming smile. "Hello love." Halam watches the blue riders evesdropping. N'kshar takes a few more sips of cider before giving an answer to his Istan sister. "Not so well. I have a headache, and I feel terrible." He lets out a long sigh, pulling off his headband, and brushing his hair behind his ears. "Kassi and the others are -absolutely- sure that Azeth's gonna rise soon... I think that they just need somebody new to poke fun at, and lay bets on." D'thon shrugs. "I don't know. Really." He smiles wanly. "Then again, we might as well make what we can of it." _Rise?_ Mehlani peeks out from under her hat brim, looking troubled. Oh dear. Another one? She nibbles briefly at her lip, and quickly ducks her head again. Jennae smiles sympathetically at her brother, giving his aching head a reassuring pat as she settles to her seat. "I'm sorry about your head, and I'm sorry you're being made fun of...But I came to tell you about my moving. It's been delayed." "I see," Ceria says softly and she stands up. "I should be getting to bed," she says abruptly and she turns away. K'nan strides into the living cavern with a cheerful whistle..waving to all before he hears a familiar voice. Looking over to Asrai, he starts off in that direction, a warm smile curving his lips.."Hey there love.." Asrai glances over with interest, offering N'kshar words of wisdom, "Well, bound to happen sooner or later." Hey, what do you expect, this /is/ Asrai we're talking about. She pats the seat next to her, urging K'nan to take the free spot. D'thon stands, catching up with Ceria. He gently holds her, planting a kiss on her cheek. "Scorch them," he whispers in her ear. Ceria blushes and offers D'thon a wan smile. "G'nite," she whispers before heading for the lower caverns. Ceria walks towards the inner cavern. "Delayed?" Nikh asks, looking up from his cup of cider. "How so?" N'kshar takes a few more sips of cider, barely even looking up at Asrai's comment. "Get used t'it.", are K'nan's words of advice, as he drops into the proffered seat. Leaning down to steal a brief kiss of greeting from his weyrmate, "How're you?" D'thon sighs, looking after her for a moment. At length, he returns to his seat to pick up the rolls of cloth. He glances at N'kshar, then nervously makes his way out. D'thon walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. Jennae settles back in her seat, casting a quick glance at the rest of the cavern as she folds her hands neatly on the table. "Just delayed. I've been asked to stay for a while. I'll still be coming, just not so soon." Halam glances around the cavern, inadvertantly evesdropping on the conversations around him. Asrai grins at the kiss, returning it with a small blush. "Oh, just fine." She seems to have finished her glass of wine..the matter causing a thoughtfull look to cross her face. Looking up at K'nan, then shyly down...wait, shyly? this is her weyrmate...Anyway, she looks up again slowly and gives a delicate fluttering of her eyelashes. Her lower lip seems to be jutting out slightly in a pout. "K'nan," She intones, "I seem to be out of wine..will you be a love and get me another glass?" N'kshar bobs his head slightly, shifting his eyes towards his cup of cider. "That's fine. I understand." He lifts the cup, and takes a few sips, before adding, "I understand why you'd rather stay there instead of be here, with your brother." He sets the cup back down, retaining his impassive face. Jennae leans back away from N'kshar a moment, regarding him large, blinking green eyes. "That's not what I said at all," she notes, shaking her head quickly. "They've asked me to stay for a while. I didn't want to tell them no if I didn't have to." K'nan blinks a few times in rapid succession at the look..eyes sparkling curiously as they look to hers, smiling softly and immediately answering the question, "Sure.." Reaching over for the glass. Asrai blinks, this fluttery stuff actually works. She turns big violet eyes in his direction with sort of a waifish look about them. "Thank you, K'nan." Who cares if she's mixing up tactics..its working. K'nan slips back to his feet with the glass..smiling down to her warmly, "None needed, Asrai.." Turning and heading through the cavern to get her a refill of the wine. "No, it's fine. I understand totally." Nikh lifts the cider, taking another sip of the cool liquid. His mask of indifference fades slightly, and he turns his head slightly away from his sister. "I understand." He repeats. Jennae tucks her lower lip between her teeth a moment, hands refolding on the table as she nods softly at N'kshar. "I hope so," she says quietly. "I don't think it will be too long, really." Halam watches Jen and Nikl. Its his turn to watch a qurel. Asrai while K'nan is away from the table, a glow lights above Asrai's haed as she remembers more. Casting a quick glance towards K'nan's back she pulls the sides of her tunic back..nothing to hold it there..a tight pull will have to do. Either way it helps to ...accentuate..certain of Asrai's attributes. OK, tunic pulled tighter, check. Shoulders back, check..slightly over emphasized..but oh well. Lick lips, check. N'kshar pulls in a long breath, holding it while he examines his cup of cider, which has suddenly become an object of great interest for him. "That's fine. Might as well just stay there. I mean, why shouldn't you? What do you have here?" N'kshar lets out the breath, reaching up to brush a strand of hair back behind his ear. K'nan returns a few minutes later, making his way through the crowds of the LC..carrying not one but two glasses of the rich red wine in his hands. With a flourish he sets one down before his weyrmate..then slips into his seat again with the other, smiling down to her, "Here you go.." Again Jennae tilts her head slightly to one side, blinking rapidly at her brother. "You're putting words in my mouth, Nikh. I have more reason to be here, yes. But Merellia asked me to stay, and I could see no reason to say no. I'm still coming, just not right now," she reasons. Asrai straightens her shoulders a bit more, reaching out with one hand to lightly trail her fingertips across his hand. "Oh darling thank you. would you mind, terribly.." She looks sideways at him, ad-libbing a bit from her lessons, "Could you get us some fruit to go with our wine?" She flutters her eyelashes a bit again, casting her eyes downwards for a moment before looking back up into K'nan's eyes. K'nan pauses for a moment..his hand turning slightly to meet yours at the light touch. As she looks back up to him, though, he melts..smiling as he sets down his glass and stands again.."What kind?" "Look, you don't have to just tell me that. I know that nobody wants to be with me. I don't -need- your pity. Father, you, everybody. You're all the same way to me." Nikh keeps up his calm manner, despite the slight tremble in his voice. Asrai smiles brightly, forgetting that she's suposed to be coy. "Oh, any kind will do, really." Jennae looks over at N'kshar, obvious confusion playing across her face as she continues to blink at her brother. "Whatever are you talking about?" she asks quietly, lip tucked between her teeth once again. Mehlani frowns softly out from under her hat, and gets up, padding quickly and quietly out into the bowl. [And shortly...] K'nan chuckles quietly, "You're not -that- small, Asrai.." He smiles, and winks, "You're just right, for me." Riessa's eyes keep flickering in K'nan and Asrai's direction, fingers working deftly to close the satchel and put it away. "You are looking for a Weaver, are you not?" she finally asks, no longer capable of ignoring them. Alwyn blinks, "Thirteen?" he shakes his head.. "Ten. Ten marks is my offer, Riessa." Mehlani hastens in, quickly, as it is _cold_ outside, and the lass had gone out without a coat. But she's dropped off her stack of hides, and with one slender hand hanging onto her hat, she moves quickly to the hearth and its warmth. Asrai looks up and waves a cheerful greeting, "Heya Mehlani!" She looks back to K'nan, "Well, nothing I find ever fits me..its always baggy." At his disclaimer she giggles, "Good thing since you're stuck with me." she looks over at the weaver with a smile, "Well, yes..but not if you charge thriteen marks for a dress." K'nan grins softly at that, "And stuck quite happily.." He blinks up to the other conversation again..ack..there's a Weaver right here. Mehlani flicks Asrai an uncertain little almost-smile, and stands there for a few minutes, holding out her palms to the fire and almost visibly sucking in the heat from the hearthfire. Riessa looks back to Alwyn at his 'offer'. "Ten?" she repeats, brow arched delicately. "Ten is terribly low..." she says with a bit of a sigh. "It's worth at least eleven. That gold thread doesn't come cheap, after all." Alwyn shakes his head, "No...Ten. That's as far as I'm willing to go, Riessa." Asrai waves Mehlani over, "Mehlani, come sit..once you're warm." Mehlani blinkblinks at Asrai, quirking her head. Asrai motions the shy girl over, "Come on over and sit with us." K'nan looks over and smiles to the girl.."Heya 'lani." Riessa folds her lips together tightly, a thin, firm line as she levels a gaze at Alwyn. "Ten is as far as you're willing t'go? Come now, you simply must consider that those're bone buttons, an'that gold thread..." she repeats, sighing as she considers how much she paid for the thread herself. Bad bit of bargaining, that was. Mehlani is still accompanied by her little green, and Rianet is clinging tenaciously to Mehlani's black leather vest. Once the fire has restored warmth to her, she approaches the riders silently, bobbing her head to Riessa as she draws near. Alwyn shakes his head, "I know. My sister's a Weaver, you forget. A journeywoman at that. I know how your Craft bargains. Ten marks is as far as I'm willing to go Riessa. And yes, I understand, the dress is wonderful. It's one of the best ones I've seen before, weaver. But ten is far as I'm willing to go." Asrai waits untile Lani has taken a seat, offering the girl some fruit and meatrolls. "Here, the meatrolls should help warm up the inside of you." She smiles sweetly at the girl. "You shouldn't be spending so much time outside with the weather getting so cold. "Journeyman Vannis would be mad if I did," murmurs Mehlani sheepishly, "but I only ran to the Records Room and right back." She accepts the meatroll, though, with a grave little 'thank you', and it immediately attracts the attention of the young green on her shoulder. Riessa sighs in quiet defeat, mumbling a few rather unladylike words before she finally nods. "Well, thanks for th'compliment, though I'll have t'keep in mind th'relations of those I'm comissioning for in th'future. I s'pose ten marks'll have t'do." Sandar walks here from the Inner Cavern. Pierron adjusts his apron and tugs on his mustach. K'nan takes a very light sip of his wine, leaning back in his chair slowly as he smiles to 'Lani..then turns his head to quietly consider Asrai..as if wondering something. R'val waves at Sandar as he enters, sipping his klah with the other hand. Sandar arrives, greeting everyone a good evening as he walks in. He notices that someone's drinking wine, figures that's a pretty good idea, and gets himself a vessel of red. Alwyn smiles happily, "Good." Wyn takes out ten marks from his pocket and gives Riessa the marks, "Thank you very much, Riessa. Jessie will be very happy. I can't wait to see the surprize on her face." Asrai smiles brightly folding her hands in front of her all buisiness like. "Now Mehlani, I hear tell that you are making a couple kilts. Do you think, if I got you the fabric, you could make a third for K'nan here?" she smiles brightly, thinking this is /just/ the answer to her problem. Riessa counts the marks once--twice--and then slips them into her pocket. Never can be too careful. "My thanks to you as well," as she pats the pocket full of marks. "An'I hope she is happy, indeed." Mehlani doesn't... _quite_ choke on a swallow of meatroll. Not quite. But the girl flushes crimson, makes a disturbing little coughing noise, and once she manages to swallow down what she had in her mouth, blinks several times and just _stares_, round-eyed, at Asrai. Alwyn nods, "She'll appreciate the gold embroidery and bone buttons too. Thank you again Riessa." While Rianet ducks down her head to peck insistently at the meatroll, Mehlani coughs out tinily, "I... what?" K'nan drops his face into one hand as he stifles a groan..but doesn't say anything..he did make a deal, after all. After a moment, he looks up at Mehlani and can't help a little grin at her expression.."Asrai, what'd you tell her?" Riessa says "I hope she does," with an emphatic nod, mumbling 'ten marks' under her breath a few times before she shakes her head softly, finally resigned to the situation. "Th'color'll stay true for quite some time, as well." Alwyn nods to Riessa, "Thank you again, Riessa." Asrai frowns, "that..that wouldn't be a problem would it? I mean..since you are already making those others one more wouldn't really be too much of a pain and all. If it will, you just tell me. I know you will have your hands full..." Mehlani squeals, "But... but... but... I'm NOT making kilts!" Kilts? How did this rider get the idea she was making _kilts_? Asrai blinks, more then a bit confused. "you sure? I was certain that's what I heard..." On 'Lani's shoulder, Rianet lifts her head and peers at Mehlani, then peers at Asrai, her eyes whirling. Who are you and why are you making my human make strange noises? Sandar raises an eyebrow at the mention of kilts. Aren't those sort of like skirts? He's not gonna wear no skirt. (obviously he doesn't have a great grip on his heritage). Riessa nods quickly to Alwyn, sliding her satchel off the table and pulling it onto her shoulders. "Most welcome, Alwyn. I really do hope she likes it." Alwyn nods, "She will." he smiles to Riessa and bows his head, "Thank you." Clearly at a loss for words, Mehlani starts to bob her head rapidly, seven or eight times, then she changes her mind and shakes her head instead. _Then_ she seems to realize that that wasn't exactly clear, and she mumbles, visibly shrinking, "I don't know how to make kilts." Asrai sighs, rather dissapointed..it was such a good idea on her part too. "Well, if you learn, and do decide to make some, will you tell me?" "Enough thank-yous," Riessa says with a dimpled smile for the young man, looking about quickly before spotting the klah pitcher and trotting over to retrieve a half-mug full. Alwyn looks to Sandar. "Sandy...Come here, I want to show you something..." he spots someone Jessie knows and shakes his head, "Actually follow me into the lower caverns.." "I don't think I'll be doing that any time soon, thank you!" Odd. The words come out of Mehlani about twice as fast as her words usually do, and her voice gets progressively higher and progressively softer. K'nan glances to Asrai quizzically, "Um..where'd you hear that she was making some, love?" Sandar sorta knows how to make kilts, being the son of the former Master Weaver. However, since they're a lot like skirts, he's not gonna volunteer that information, 'cause then someone might make him wear one, and he isn't gonna wear no skirt! He nods to Alwyn. "Okay... sure." Alwyn walks towards the inner cavern. Sandar walks towards the inner cavern. Riessa says "I know how t'make kilts," as she trots back over to her recently vacated seat, head tilted to one side as she looks the group of people over a few moments. "An'don't normally price so high. Unless you want gold thread..." Asrai makes a dismissive gesture, "Oh, nevermind then , Mehlani..I'll just have to find someone else." she looks to K'nan with a shrug, "Some of the other riders were commenting on it." she glances quizically at Mehlani, "I guess they heard wrong?" "Kassima just... well... I-I asked her something, and she mentioned kilts, and... um...." The girl with the hat and the green fire lizard is turning noticeably pink now, and she ducks her head a little, as if hoping her hat will tip down to hide her eyes. Asrai blinks, even more confused, "Mehlani, you alright?" She gets distracted, something Lani is probably happy about, by Riessa's comment, "Wellll, how much /would/ you charge for a kilt. Regular material...no need for gold thread." Mehlani bobs her head up and down. Rapidly, eight or nine times, making her hat jiggle. K'nan tries not to chuckle as he grins to Mehlani.."Um..you sure you're alright?" Riessa hmms quietly, casting seagreen eyes ceilingward in thought as she idly spins the klah mug between her hands. "I s'pose anywhere between six and eight marks, depending on buttons an'belts an'what-not," she answers with a nod. Mehlani's head keeps bobbing, making Rianet try to peer under the jiggling hat. The girl starts, and hastily feeds the little green the rest of the meatroll. Sure. Perfectly alright. Never mind her odd rose hue. Asrai smirks, "Six to eight..for a kilt. We paid three marks at the last gather and that included a tunic to go with it." This is her response to Riessa's price quote. She's used to blushing herslef, so leaves K'nan to the Lani-interigation. K'nan grins..and nods slowly, "Okay..if you're sure.." Mehlani's head goes bob bob bob. Perfectly alright. Nothing amiss here. K'nan ducks his head slightly to peer under that hat.."Um..'Lani? Can you stop? Or are you stuck that way?" Riessa smile brightly as she settles her mug back down on the table. "I'm sure you did. But did you have them fitted, in colors you picked out yourself, an'delivered t'you with a smile?" she asks. Cute little Weavergirl, isn't she? R'val hrms, "She does have a point, y'know." He grins at Riessa. Mehlani is blushing, brightly. She just... stops a moment, then forcibly stops her bobbing, and mumbles at K'nan, "Sorry!" K'nan grins.."Don't need to apologize..I was just worried, is all..didn't want your head falling off, your da'd never forgive me.." Mehlani tries to smile. It comes through a bit shaky. Asrai smiles, "No, they were prety much small medium large...and lots of different colors to chose from. We found a combination that worked. The weaver on duty did smile though..." She adds the last with a smile. "As far as cdelivery goes..I can always come to you and pick it up." K'nan smiles back comfortingly..then promptly changes the subject as his gaze alights on her 'lizard, "Hey..she yours?" Riessa inclines her head in a bit of a nod, sipping at the klah a moment before she wrinkles her nose at it and pushes it across the table. "But I can give you whatever color you want, an'it'll be fitted to you--or whoever--exactly. None of that small, medium, an'large business." With another of those dimpled smiles, she adds, "An'why bother pickin'it up if I can bring it t'you? Without a belt, I could prob'ly get it down t'four or five. But that's really as low as I can go." Mehlani flicks a blue gaze sidelong at Rianet, who cheeps happily, having consumed the rest of the meatroll. The girl starts to nod, stops herself again, and mumbles tinily instead, "Uh-huh..." K'nan smiles, and nods, "What's her name? She's pretty.." "Thank you," murmurs the lass. "She is, ah... Rianet..." Asrai ponders this for a moment, "No belt needed, he has plenty. You deliver it and I'll give you four. We don't really need any fancy thread types." Riessa considers this deal a moment, then finally nods her agreement. "Alright. What color would you like--an'should I take measurements now, or wait till another time?" she asks, already pulling a hide out of her satchel. K'nan looks to the little green with a smile, "She's lovely.." He reiterates, then looks back to the lass, "So how've you been lately?" Asrai nods, "Done then. K'nan, stand up, she's got to measure you. Now..what colors.." Mehlani murmurs, "Mostly okay... I'm over the cold now..." She trails off as K'nan stands off, and hastily distracts herself by taking up the juice Asrai had offered her before. K'nan blinks up, "Huh? What? Measure?" Oh, shards, Asrai found a Weaver. He reluctantly gets to his feet. Riessa tilts her head to one side as she studies the greenrider a moment, getting to her feet quickly. "Depends on what it's t'be worn with, really. Something blue, I'd say," as she pulls a measuring string from the satchel. Asrai begins to talk to herself, "Green, of course..there has to be a nice green in there..." She is also distracted by Mehlani's words, "Oh, that's good, Mehlani. You should try not to fall into any more lakes till it gets warmer..." Mind switches back once more, "Now, what other colors...K'nan..any prefferences?" Mehlani mumbles, even more tinily, "I don't think I'll be doing that either... uhm... thank you...!" She hastily gulps juice. Asrai nods at the suggestion of Blue...of course. turning to Mehlani she smiles, "Well, least all you got was a cold, not that it was at all your fault. The ice should have been thicker this time of year. I'd hate to see it get much colder..." K'nan heads over Riessa with a faitn chuckle, "Blue's good, I suppose.." Anything to get this over with. Mehlani nods mutely under the hat, her eyes all that's visible of her face between the hat and the juice mug. Riessa stretches the string out to its full length with both arms, nodding as she studies first one end, then the other. "Blue and green," she commits to memory. "Now then, please lift your arms so I can measure round your waist, sir." K'nan lifts his arms above his head..lips curving in a wry grin, "I feel rather silly..aye..an' call me K'nan. Can't stand 'sir'.." Asrai sighs happily, turning to watch K'nan get measureed. Since his back is turned to her she notices his need of another hair cut. "K'nan..I really should give you another trim. You're about due.." Riessa wraps the measuring string about K'nan's waist, holding pinching it at a mark as she mumbles the number under her breath. "Well met, K'nan," she says absently. "I'm Riessa." K'nan nods amiably as he submits to the measuring, "Well met.." Glancing back at the comment with no small amount of alarm, "Oh..um..well..it's not really -that- bad yet, love.." Asrai makes a dismissive gesture, "How would you know, dear. you get up in the morning, wash it, and then imediately tie it back. You could use a trim, just to clean up the edges. You didn't mind the job I did last time." She reminds him. "Besides, better to do it now /before/ it gets that bad." she turns to Mehlani, "Don't you agree, Mehlani?" "You can drop your arms now, sir--K'nan," Riessa says, falling softly to her knees as she measures the distance from waist to knee, making another mental note of this before she trots over to write both numbers down with near illegible scribbles. K'nan lets his arms slowly drop back to his sides..a certain wariness noticable in his gaze at this, "Ye're not gonna just cut it all off or anything, are you? Mehlani blinks. What? Her? Consult her about a rider's hair? She lowers the juice mug and murmurs shyly, "Father's hair is usually that long..." Asrai looks ascance at K'nan, "Why would I cut it all off, silly? I've told you before I /like/ it that length. I just mean to clean up the edges a bit." she nods in agreement to Mehlani, "I remember, and like I said...I like the length. Riessa bends over her hide a moment, squinting at a letter of her own before she finally deciphers it. Looking between K'nan and her hide, she starts scribbling down a few more notes about the man. The greenrider doesn't seem to be all that worried about her -purposefully- cutting off all his hair. It's -accidentally- that's his concern. K'nan smiles over, "I'll think about it.." Asrai arches a brow, shaking her head. "I don't see why you don't trust me. i didn't cut it all off /last/ time." K'nan glances down a bit guiltily..and smiles.."Oh..I guess so." Asrai smiles brightly, "You see." She looks over at Mehlani, "so what do you think, Mehlani..do you like longer hair..or shorter?" Alwyn walks here from the Inner Cavern. Sandar walks here from the Inner Cavern. Sandar follows Alwyn in. "I do not," he says under his breath. Alwyn runs into the LC quickly, laughing loudly. Asrai sits chatting with Mehlani as K'nan gets fitted by Riessa. Alwyn grins, "Do to Sandy!" Riessa nods a last time as she reviews her notes, taking a final glance at K'nan as she starts depositing her various items back into her satchel. "I'll try not t'take too long, ma'am," she says with a nod to Asrai. Mehlani has been considering whether she can easily flee, but not under Asrai's sharp gaze. The lass blurts unthinkingly, "Shorter...!", and then blinks as Alwyn and Sandar burst onto the scene. Alwyn grins, "Sandar has a HUGE crush on Ro!" he blurts out, before starting to laugh again at Sandy and quickly runs outside. Alwyn walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. K'nan glances down to Riessa and grins, "Thanks.." Heading back to gratefully slump into his chair near 'lani and Asrai. Sandar snorts. "Do not!" he emphasizes. "At least I haven't been playing kissyface with her, not like you and Jessalyn." Sandar walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. Mehlani, as the boys dash past, can be seen to turn pink. Again. Asrai smiles and nods, "Shorter can be nice too. I think it has to do with the individual guy. Some look better with one style or the other. Oh riessa, thank you..and please, its Asrai." she blinks, turning to watch Alwyn and Sandar go running through. "Well now, that was interesting..." Riessa watches after the duo of lads, arranging the satchel-straps against her shoulder as she turns to smile at Asrai. "Thank you as well, Asrai. I'll have it done as soon as possible, an'delivered with a smile--as was promised. Excuse me, everyone," as she trots off toward the bowl. Riessa walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. R'val blinks after Sandar and Alwyn, "Erm." Asrai giggles, smiling over at the others, "Seems a snowball fight is brewing." Not a bad evening, learned how to successfully flutter, got K'nan a kilt..and got out of ordering any of those tight clothes things. Asrai smiles brightly, the news of the snowbal fight not the only thing making her smile so. Mehlani swallows, looking nervous, though for no apparent reason the words 'snowball fight' seem to coax a slight smile out of her. She ducks her head down, though, scritching her fire lizard. K'nan rises to his feet with a soft chuckle..and grins down warmly to his weyrmate, "Aye..an' c'mon, weyrmate mine, we should be...getting to bed." M'kla stomps in, heading for the klah-pot. R'val waves amiably at M'kla. M'kla stops just before she pours herself a mug...and peers at it. Asrai looks over at Mehlani, catching the smile, "Why don't you go join them, Mehlani?" She stands to join K'nan with an answering warm grin. "Sounds like a wonderfull idea...Good night all." She inclines her head in farewell, snaking an arm through K'nan's as they depart. R'val walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. "I, uhm... should not," murmurs the lass with the hat. "But thank you..." M'kla chuckles and asks no one in particular, "Spring must come early this Turn...all the fussing, frettin, and courtin that's ongoin already." K'nan steps in close to Asrai as she slips her arm through his inviting one..smiling to the cavern as a whole, "'Evening all..." Flashing Asrai a grin of his own as he starts off towards the bowl. K'nan walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. Asrai nods, "That's right, you be sure to take care and stay warm." She turns a confused look on M'kjla..but is too late to ask as she is escorted out of the cavern. Asrai walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. Then again, if M'kla is going to pick up where the other riders have left off, Mehlani isn't sure she wants to linger. The girl rises unsurely from where she'd been sitting, and smiles wanly at Torinth's rider. Sandar walks in from the bowl. Alwyn walks in from the bowl. Sandar takes a seat beside Mehlani, grumbling slightly. "I do not," he says again. Then, he notices M'kla. "Good evening," he offers, not sure if she disliked being called ma'am. Mehlani has gotten up, so Sandar's taken seat makes her jump a bit. Well, that solves the problem of whether the boys are having a snowball fight. The lass glances from Sandar to Alwyn and back again, bemused. Alwyn blinks, and grins mischieviously at Sandar... Alwyn says "I got it...Why don't I go hide, and you come find me after a while?" Alwyn grins, hide&seek, what a game for teenagers to be playing in the middle of the night. Sandar hrms, grumbling to himself. Alwyn looks to 'lani, "Want to play, 'Lani?" M'kla watches her comment send everyone scurrying as surely as if they were headed *between*, and settles to have a corner of the living cavern to herself. Mehlani whirls around to Alwyn, in a flutter of Rianet's wings as the green keeps a deeathgrip on the shoulder of her vest. "Uhm... what?" she asks blankly. Alwyn grins at Mehlani, "We'll go hide while Sandar stands here for a while, as we go find our hiding places," Sandar isn't sure he's in the mood. However, Alwyn running and hiding would certainly get the boy out of his hair. Sandar smirks. Alwyn hrmfs, "No one wants to play, I take it?" Mehlani blurts, trying to get a clarification, "Play... what?" Sandar shakes his head. "No." He looks somewhat angry. "Why'd you have to go tell all those people I have a crush on Ro? Especially when I don't," he reaffirms. Alwyn thinks a moment "I guess we could call it...hide and go seek...or something." he shrugs, "Well someone stays here while the others go hide someplace, and then the person that stood here goes to find the people who are hidden...And then the people who are hidden tries to escape the person who stood here...to come back to the living cavern....And if the person who stood here catches someone who was hiding...the person who got caught would be the one to look for all the hiding people and so on...Does that make any sense? My siblings and I used to play that all the time.." Alwyn sighs, looking to Sandy, "I'm sorry I said those things Sandy.." Sandar grins. "Sounds like fun," he admits. Sandar shrugs to Alwyn. He seems to be over it already. "That's alright. I guess I'm just easily embarrassed," he admits. Alwyn nods, "Me too.." he admits to his friend. Sandar grins. Mehlani mumbles, swallowing, "I... thank you, but I think I need to go to bed... I've had a long day..." She smiles wanly at the pair of boys, steadying Rianet on her shoulder, and she quickly hastens off towards the dormitories. [End log.]