"Greens are Sharding Insane"

or

"All she needs is a pair of soaking wet pair of hide pants"

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<< Are you sure it Isn't Fish? >>

My, oh my. Its been an interesting time in the Weyrling's lives. What a naughty bunch oh weyrlings this group is. Nah not that naughty. But this one is notorious for several different things. Some weyrlings have their dragonets hunt for the first time. Some dragonets hear about Chasing Greens, and then Kassima, The Giver of Unusual Gifts, recieves a rather odd one herself.

Kvasith and Aurian peer out curiously at A'ser and Yasinth. "What is that dragon doing now?"

A'ser plods alongside Yasinth, rather reluctantly.

Kharty whoopsies as she 'accidentally' shoves the fish toward Virroth, who obliges by promptly snagging it and swallowing it down. "Ready, ma'am.."

Aurian salutes as she notices the riders, she smiles, "Evening."

A'ser's salute is a pretty shadow of Aurian's, and he continues to look over his shoulder towards the barracks.

Maylia's eyes range over the gathering weyrlings, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tries to regain composure and dignity. Behind her, Tierth stares curiously at a flopping fish on the ground. "In my opinion, Weyrlingmaster, most of them are. With one notable exception." Cool green eyes rest on Yasinth's lifemate.

Jayna scrambles down from Sioneth's back.

A'ser almost twitches at that look, both black brows rising. He leans away from that glare, one hand raised as if to fend her off.

Raene walks here from the south.

Kvasith stretches his wings wide. He rumbles. After that however he rests his head on top of Aurian's.

Maylia's not exactly glaring, just looking. Though, some of her indignant reaction to the fish behind her might be leftover in her expression.

Yasinth is slowly becoming impaitent. She swivels her head this way and that regally, and than she sights Kvasith. A happy chortle and she starts forward to play, but A'ser lays a hand on her shoulder. Grumpily, she stops.

Kvasith stretches his tail out abit and pokes Yasinth playfully. He however does keep his head right where it is.

Kerlyn gives her head a shake, now that there appears to be a larger cluster of weyrlings in teh area, and impressions once more need to be kept up. "Where were we?"

In the skies above, The overcast begins to break up, until after a little while you can see the skies again.

Having arrived late, Jayna tries to hide in the background. Rather difficult with a big enthusiastic brown dragonet, but she tries nonetheless.

Yasinth snorts and glares about suspicously, half-lifting her wings, seeking the guilty dragon who would dare to poke at her green hide.

Raene smothers a laugh before heading back towards the living cavern.

Maylia leans against Tierth's leg, and gestures towards the weyrlings in general. "ost of them are doing well in their drills, Kerlyn, and the dragons are getting stronger." Her hand gestures to Virroth and Sioneth. "Those two look about ready to be able to hunt, I'd say. Yasinth, too."

Kharty nods in agreement with Maylia. "Aye, Virroth's been wanting to hunt."

Jayna grins. Hunt! Hunt! Her smile clearly indicates that she's anticipating freedom from barrels of meat, and all the fun things that go with them.

Sorath suddenly decides to yawn, giving a full stretch and flapping his wings to keep his balance. His rider rolls her shoulders in a stretch at teh same time. She nods, "Excellent- We'll have them in teh air before too long then. She turns to look at Kharty, Jayna and the lad tucked in behind Aurian.. Yasinth's rider. "Let's get them into the feeding grounds then." she decides crisply.

Jayna salutes. "Yes, ma'am," she agrees promptly, with a suppressing glance at Sioneth, who looked for a second as though he was about to trumpet his approval of the whole proceeding.

Aurian shakes her head at an excited brown, "Not now... its their turn."

Yasinth streaches herself, hunching her shoulders. Than she unfurls her wings widely, flashing them proudly. A'ser looks at her, and she curves her head down to whuffle his hair back away from his face. A smile appears on the boy's face, and that devil's grin slides in after. He looks at Aurian. Than to the older riders. He pats her shoulder, that smile in place firmly.

Sioneth tramps with as much speed as he can muster toward the feeding grounds, leaving Jayna in his wake.

Sioneth springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence and into the feeding grounds, where it settles again.

Sorath leaps over the fence into the feeding grounds, prompted by an unspoken request.

Sorath springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence and into the feeding grounds, where he settles again.

Jayna groans. "Sioneth...." she mutters, muffling a curse.

Tierth springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence and into the feeding grounds, where she settles again.

Jayna opens the gate and enters the feeding grounds, closing it behind her.

A'ser opens the gate and enters the feeding grounds, closing it behind him.

Yasinth springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence and into the feeding grounds, where it settles again.

Aurian watches silently, an arm slipping about Kvasith.

In the Feeding Grounds, Jayna blinks, scanning the feeding grounds with more interest than she'd heretofore had. Sioneth merely glances around, eyes whirling hungrily as he picks up the idea of "dinner" from his weyrling.

A'ser comes here from the direction of the feeding grounds.

Jayna comes here from the direction of the feeding grounds.

Kerlyn strides over to the fence bordering the grounds. "Alright- gather around before turning your dragons loose. Tierth is about to demonstrate hunting technique, as Sorath is already stuffed to the gills. Are any of you aflicted with a queasy stomach?"

Aurian glances silently at A'ser

Kharty shakes her head no. "I watched with R'val, ma'am, a day or so ago." She leans against Virroth and gives him a quick pat. His eyes are intent on the beasts in front of him.

Jayna says "No, ma'am," neutrally. "I've seen enough dragons feeding to know it's not pretty."

A'ser smiles sweetly. "I've seen enough of the meat barrel in the barracks to be well with it."

Aurian snorts.

Kerlyn nosd crisply, "Well enough- but the first person to laugh at the guy vomiting over teh fence will be doing 50 pushups for thehumour of it. This is a far cry from teh meat bins, and it's not unreasonable to be nauseated. Just try not to get all obsessed about it."

Kailia walks here from the south.

A dragon lands, shooing off a bunch of layabouts who are in his way.

Kailia wanders out, watching the weyrlings at pratice.

Jayna clears her throat and looks at her boots at the Weyrlingmaster's graphic comments.

Kerlyn nods to Maylia, "Whenever Tierth's ready?"

Kharty smiles as she leans against her anxious dragon, "G'd day, Assistant Headwoman. It's a good day for a practice."

Aurian rests her head against Kvasith. He wuffles at her hair lightly.

Kailia waves, "Hello! Thought I'd see what this lot was up to!"

Jayna glances nervously at Kailia. "Heya, Kailia," she says. "We're learning to feed ourselves," she says with another nervous glance, this one over the fence toward Sioneth in the feeding grounds.

S'dar comes out of the weyrling barracks.

Chezroth comes out of the weyrling barracks.

S'dar wanders out, snapping a quick salute. "Afternoon, ma'am, all," he says politely. Chezroth, too, rumbles his customary pleasant greeting.

Kailia ahhhs. "Um, this might, be, um interesting."

Jayna nods absently to Kailia. Well, not so much absently as nervously. Well, worriedly, actually. She keeps her eyes on Sioneth. He was hungry already.

Kerlyn returns the salute, and waves S'dar over to join the remainder of the weyrlings along the fence of the feeding grounds.

Aurian runs her hand over Kvasith's shoulder.

S'dar nods, leading Chezroth to the fence, looking somewhat disconcerted at the rather mischievous glint the young dragon gets in his eye as he nears the feeding grounds.

Kerlyn rakes her fingers through her hair just once, then surveys teh small group, "Do any of you have any questions? I know some of your dragosn have already been hunting hteir own kill, but is there anything anyone wants clarified?"

Jayna flushes, and stammers. "Uh, ma'am? Will they eat too much? I mean, you always hear that you should'nt let your dragon overeat....is that just during mating flights?"

S'dar nudges Chezroth. "I'm _not_ going to ask that," he murmrs to the young bronze. "Find out yourself."

Kerlyn's head shakes, as she replies in a voice loud enough to carry over the class-- possibly even the entire bowl, "No- you need to watch how much they eat when they're hunting as much as you do now when you're feeding them. We'll go over specifics for flights as your dragons get older, but it's always important they don't gorge."

Jayna nods, flushing a bit darker. "Yes, ma'am, thank you," she says, casting a rather firm look at Sioneth, over the fence in the feeding grounds.

Kerlyn says "Their instincts should take over- you'ev already seen other dragon's, such as Tierth, hunting, and they'll know what to do. Just don't let htem kill more than they can eat, or eat more than they should.""

Chezroth grumbles to himself.

Dragon> Telgar Weyrlings sense that Kvasith queries << Lysseth showed us that way. She seemed to like it >>

S'dar mumbles something to Chezroth about not playing with his food, trying not to snicker.

Virroth wobbles as he tries to right himself to a crouched position without disturbing Kharty, leaning against him. "Go, Virroth." she laughs as she gives him a final pat. "Go eat!" Her hand flicks in the direction of the pen, then, in a tight leap, he's up over the fence, flying toward the herd.

In the Feeding Grounds, Sorath settles to a landing near the edge of the feeding grounds, located to give him a good vantage of the herds. He gives an encouraging bugle to teh smaller dragons, causing a small wherry stampede away from his position.

Chezroth bounds over the fence, snarling with great enthusiasm.

Chezroth springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence and into the feeding grounds, where it settles again.

Aurian stands on tiptoe so she might scritch Kvasith's eyeridges.

Dragon> Telgar Weyrlings sense that Sorath's reply is the mental impression of a pale blue apology.

In the Feeding Grounds, Sioneth needs no further encouragement than Soreth's bugle. He takes wing, managing a passable glide after some initial clumsiness. He flaps toward the stampeding wherries, eyes whirling gleefully.

Virroth springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence and into the feeding grounds, where they settles again.

In the Feeding Grounds, Chezroth snaps at the herd, snarling and clawing at the ground. From outside the fence, S'dar just rolls his eyes. "Hope you like stringy meat," he says simply.

Kerlyn half-turns, so she can see the grounds as well as most of the class, "They'll probably take a few efforts to catch something the first few times- it's their first attempt at hitting a moving target while moving their claws or jaw. Just be patient adn encouraging, Faranth knows they could all use patience."

In the Feeding Grounds, Virroth arcs high and to the right, eyes whirling with ancient feelings inside him, his concentration toward the ground.

Kailia grins, "Just think, if they don't catch anything, they'll be hungrier than ever, too."

Jayna leans against the fence, watching Sioneth avidly, eyes half-lidded but bright with excitement.

In the Feeding Grounds, Yasinth looks at Chezroth with disgust. Obviously he has driven himself to distraction. She lifts a foreclaw and brings it sharply down on the back of a herdbeast. Flattening it.

Katrina walks here from the south.

Katrina leans against the wall, waching the new weyrling class.

Aurian salutes from where she leans against her dragon, "Afternoon ma'am."

In the Feeding Grounds, Virroth soars over the herd, his eyes seeking out that -one- tasty treat, that morsel of delight..

In the Feeding Grounds, Chezroth bounds around on the ground, looking for a sizeable beast. One worthy of his attention. Seeing a large, particularly strong looking victim, the small dragon leaps into the air, wings arcing almost gracefully. Down he comes upon the beast, snarling and tearing into it with his fangs.

In the Feeding Grounds, Yasinth lifts her foot, overcome by a sense of -what is on my foot- horror. She shakes her leg madly, eyes whirling. It's ruining her nice pretty hide.

Katrina nods. "And how is Kvasith?"

Kerlyn nods sharply, "That's teh idea Yasinth, neat kill.. A'ser- what's wrong? She isn't hungry?"

In the Feeding Grounds, Sioneth can't wait. He dives for the closest acceptable wherry--a fairly fat one, left behind because of the greater bulk that his legs can't quite manage. As Sioneth dips, though, the wherry finds his second wind and bolts! Sioneth pulls up, much farther from the ground than the young dragon obviously thought--and his eyes whirl in surprise as his prey gets away.

S'dar taps on the fence, biting his lip as he watches.

Aurian smiles up at Katrina, "He's doing well ma'am."

In the Feeding Grounds, Virroth chooses a particularly young wherry and lowers himself, gliding on a gentle breeze toward it. His claws lengthen, eyes whirling majestically, forelegs extended toward his prey.

A'ser, leaning agianst the fence, hand to his mouth, tersely replies, "Well ma'am. She's certainly hungry. But she doesn't like that slimey goo all about on her feet."

Katrina smiles. "Good. Has he made his first kill?"

Kerlyn nods slowly, "Try closing your eyes, and take a few deep breaths. Tell her that if she eats the 'beast, including licking off that goo, she'll stop feeling hungry."

In the Feeding Grounds, Sioneth flaps his wings, bugling his confidence. He gains some height, and dives for the ground, picking up speed he'd perhaps lacked on his first run, and closes on the herd.

Aurian nods, "Oh Aye ma'am. He did well."

In the Feeding Grounds, Virroth overshoots his mark a bit, the claws scraping the ground, leaving a trail of clawmarks behind him. The wherry rushes off to a corner of the herd farthest from the dragon.

Katrina smiles. "Good, good! Sometimes that first kill can be disconcerting for the dragon. And you. Did you do okay?"

In the Feeding Grounds, Chezroth finishes off his meal, glancing around with narrowed eyes for something that looks like dessert.

Jayna sighs, eyes slightly unfocused but a halfsmile on her face as Sioneth hunts.

Kharty sighs as she watches Virroth lose his prey. Within a moment, though, she's encouraging him. "Try another! Try that one!" Her hand points to a fatter wherry close by him.

Aurian clears her throat, "I sort of got hungry.."

Kailia looks a bit green, "Well, I think I'll go uh, go clean the storerooms, yeah, that's it."

Kailia disappears down the tunnel that leads out of the Telgar Caldera.

In the Feeding Grounds, Yasinth sees the creature Chezroth seems to view as desert. And he's right. It does look tasty. So she'll take it. With a bounding pounce, the plump wherry is caught between her green foreclaws with a pitiful squeak.

Katrina chuckles. "Oh yes. I know that feeling. You're lucky you don't have a green. Proddiness is not much fun." Her eyes glaze over for a moment. "Well, maybe it's a little fun."

In the Feeding Grounds, Sioneth glides, arrowing toward the herd. Again, he chooses a lagging beast, one with more meat on its bones. Hunger lends his flight strength as he dives, reaches,...and misses, by a claw's width. He pulls up, near-snarling his disappointment as he circles the stampeding beasts.

In the Feeding Grounds, Virroth bugles his frustration at losing that young, tasty looking beast but heartens, hearing his lifemate's encouragement and Sorath's words. Wings extending, he lifts high upwards on the wind, to curve back toward the herd.

Aurian's eyes widen. She's seen proddiness....no thank you.

In the Feeding Grounds, Chezroth, cut off from his dessert by Yasinth, gives a surprised look as the green snaps up his wherry. Soon, however, that look changes to an amused grin, and he rumbles his encouragement to his clutchsib.

Katrina nods sagely. "You'll be involved in proddiness somewhat. Kvasith will want to chase." She glances toward the weyrlingmaster. "But I'm usurping Kerlyn's duties."

Kharty concentrates so hard her knuckles show white as she grips the posts in front of her. Her eyes close as she matches her mind to Virroth's. "Kill. Kill. Fly fast and strong." she mutters.

In the Feeding Grounds, Yasinth proudly marches with Chezroth's wherry back to her first flattened herdbeast, and settles down, with both corpses between her feet. Happily, she munches away.

S'dar grins at A'ser. "She's got spunk," he points out.

A'ser mildly replies, "She's rude. Sorry about that."

In the Feeding Grounds, Sioneth abruptly chooses a third beast. This time, though, he paces himself, gaining ground on the herd and waiting until he is nearly over the wherry before diving. He shortens the angle of his dive, and waits a tiny bit longer before reaching out...and grasping the wherry! He settles to the ground, quickly devouring his first kill. He trumpets his triumph to his clutchmates, Sorath, and Tierth.

In the Feeding Grounds, Chezroth bounds into the air, swatting at a wherry with his foreclaws. Getting it onto the ground, he tips it over, growling playfully at it, until he delivers a final blow and takes a huge bite.

Aurian smiles a bit and nods, "I guess he will."

In the Feeding Grounds, Virroth bugles a loud, harsh cry as he again swoops downward, flashing eyes intent on the kill. Again, he tilts his forelegs, claws flashing in the light, as he heads for the beast Kharty has pointed out.

Kerlyn gives A'ser a light whack on the back as she crosses through the weyrlings to stand near Jayna, "She's got a neat kill. Ah- there Sioneth's got one too- that's all of them with their first? She scans the groudns again."

A'ser straightens as his back is thumped, and looks to the rider silently.

Kharty holds tight to the posts still, tips of her fingers lenghten outward, mimicing Virroth's claws. "Kill. Kill. Kill." she repeats, seeing in her mind the wherry below.

Aurian blinks at Kvasith and blushes.

A'ser reaches out a hand to clasp one of Kharty's tightly. The poor dear's lost it, oh my.

In the Feeding Grounds, Chezroth finishes his eating, absent- mindedly spitting a bone out at the fence... *thwack*. Then he watches the others eat, looking mildly amused.

In the Feeding Grounds, Virroth flicks his wings one last time as he nears the wherry, one last final press for speed. The mark is hit, blood splashing outward as claws embed in it's flesh. The beast squeels in anguish, as its flesh is torn.

 Kvasith whirls his eyes at Aurian in what could only be pure confusion.

Kharty blinks as she opens her eyes, heart pounding. "A'ser?" Her eyes seek out the dragon, barely able to focus on it.

S'dar sits down beside the fence. "Aye, that's enough for now," he murmurs to himself. Inside the pen, Chezroth licks blood from his chops, looking satiated.

A'ser silently wraps his arm around the other weyrling's shoulders.

In the Feeding Grounds, Virroth bites into the wherry's neck, swinging it back and forth as more blood flies about him, spattering his hide. A loud crack is heard, and the wherry's head goes limp and now silent. Landing on the ground, Virroth drops it to take a look in Kharty's direction, blood dripping from his jaws.

Kvasith wuffles Aurian's hair. She watches the other dragonets idly.

Chezroth comes here from the direction of the feeding grounds.

Kerlyn stops behind Kharty, brows pulled together, "Whatch she doesn't try to scratch you A'ser- " she stops as the young rider seems to calm down a little, and her clutchmate apparently has her under control. Her hands rest on her hips.

Kharty leans toward A'ser for support as she calls out to her lifemate. "Eat.. eat.." she calls out loudly now.

Chezroth lands beside S'dar, still licking the blood from his snout. "Time for a wash," S'dar grins. "Can't you take smaller bites or something? You're drenched with blood. If I ate like that I'd get a scolding for sure."

Neliea comes out of the weyrling barracks.

In the Feeding Grounds, Sioneth continues to eat the wherry. He's managed to cover his muzzle even more thoroughly than he always managed to do in the meat barrels. The claws give him momentary pause, and he bugles at his lifemate, a stray feather clinging to his face.

Xylath comes out of the weyrling barracks.

In the Feeding Grounds, Virroth opens his mouth wide, quickly and powerfully ripping into the wherry's rump, tearing at the muscles there, forcing the flesh off the bone. He lifts his head to watch the weyrling group, sinews wriggling in the breeze.

Neliea makes her way out of the barracks even more quickly when she sees the rest of the werylings outside with a well oiled Xylath following behind her. Saluting crisply to the Weyrlingmaster, "Good afternoon, ma'am."

In the Feeding Grounds, Yasinth sits and primly cleans from her claws all the left-overs from her meal. Her green tail-tip twitches as she does this. She's obviously very very proud of herself, and certainly, she enjoys eating this way much more than from a barrel.

Kharty relaxes a little against A'ser's chest, then shakes her head as if to clear it. With a smile, she apologizes to him, "I'm sorry.."

Kerlyn glances over her shoulder, "When your dragons have eaten their fill, take them down to the lake shore for a good scrubbing. After they're clean, we're going to try a full wing formation drill, with your dragons in the air."

Katrina slips away quietly

Jayna gasps. "In the air?" She turns toward Sioneth. "Are you done, brownie? Bathtime!" she urges.

Neliea nods as she stands next to Xylath.

Kerlyn clariefies quickly, "With your dragons in the air, with you on the ground."

A'ser chuckles lightly and replies, "I didn't want you to think I was dinner. Are you settled now?"

Aurian sighs. She leans against Kvasith again.

In the Feeding Grounds, Virroth lowers his head to sink his teeth into the wherry's side, tearing at the tissue, pulling his head up to chew, then down again for the fatty opposite side.

Jayna sighs. "Oh, well," she says. Shrugging it off with her typical ruthless pragmatism, she brightens. "That's almost the same thing, anyway," she says cheerfully.

Kharty looks up to A'ser, her eyes a little clearer. "Dinner? Oh, yes. I'm fine. It was so... real.." Her gaze turns toward her lifemate, her face showing more color.

Raene walks here from the south.

A'ser helps Kharty to striaghten. "Just don't tear into me."

Raene heads in the direction of the shimmering lake, leaving the central bowl area of the Weyr.

In the Feeding Grounds, Sioneth leans back on his haunches, and manages to look happily full. The fat wherry is well and truly eaten. His eyes whirling contentment, he shambles toward the lake for the bath Jayna mentioned.

Sorath comes here from the direction of the feeding grounds.

In the Feeding Grounds, Virroth finishes off his meal, sides bespeckled with blood, muzzle dripping with stains and bits of flesh. He wobbles over to Kharty, looking very proud of himself. With one mightly leap with his hindlegs, he clears the fence and nuzzles Kharty.

Kerlyn's eyes are distant for a moment, then she turns adn nods to her dragon before announcing loudly, "Alright- Aurian, you're in charge of making sure they're all bathed, riders fed, adn back here for yuor evening class. Don't be late." With that, she clambers up her dragon's offered forearm.

Aurian blinks, "Aye ma'am."

Aurian tilts her head to glance at the rest of the Weyrlings, "Come on, to the lake."

A'ser eyes Aurian quietly. Than, leaning back against the fence, he locks his arms about the railing silently, and looks over his shoulder towards Yasinth.

Jayna nods. "I think Sioneth's on his way," she grins to Aurian.

Sioneth comes here from the direction of the feeding grounds.

Neliea gives Aurian an affirmative nod as she gives Xylath a gentle pat, they're ready.

Aurian chuckles.

Yasinth comes here from the direction of the feeding grounds.

Virroth comes here from the direction of the feeding grounds.

Sioneth lumbers in the direction of the shimmering lake, leaving the central bowl area of the Weyr.

Jayna heads in the direction of the shimmering lake, leaving the central bowl area of the Weyr.

Yasinth lumbers in the direction of the shimmering lake, leaving the central bowl area of the Weyr.

Kvasith lumbers in the direction of the shimmering lake, leaving the central bowl area of the Weyr.

Kvasith> Sioneth trumpets and charges into the lake!

Neliea heads in the direction of the shimmering lake, leaving the central bowl area of the Weyr.

Kvasith> Neliea heads over from the central bowl.

Kvasith> Kvasith charges into the lake as well, his wings spread happilu.

Kvasith> Raene glances up from staring at the lake distantly, startled by all the arrivals.

Aurian walks up to the railhugging A'ser,

Aurian says, "Hey Cinder"

Kharty gives her mate a soft pat, leaning her face into his hide, wrapping her arms about him. "You were wonderful!" she praises. "You're the best!" Pulling back, she looks downward, then laughs. "Seems *I* need a bath as well."

Kvasith> Jayna glances at Raene as Sioneth charges into the water. She smiles. "I'm sorry...have we met? I"m Jayna," she says with a warm smile, offering her hand.

A'ser's black eyes grow wide, and he stares down at Aurian. "You seemed to have...hugged me by mistake...Kvasith....is at the lake...."

Kvasith> Raene shakes the extended hand, smiling. "I don't think so. I'm Raene."

Aurian isn't hugging A'ser.

A'ser is railhugging. Has his arms wrapped about the rail

Kvasith> Neliea quickly follows Xylath towards the lake and calls out, "Oh, no...I just oiled you! Don't get wet again. Please?" An amused warble is her answer, but he does settle on the sand and quietly watches the activity in the lake. Glancing back towards Raene and grins, "Hello ma'am." There's no reason for her grin, maybe.

Kvasith> Jayna grins. "That big brown...child, is mine," she says, pointing to Sioneth, who's busy rolling in the water enthusiastically. The brown snorts water and rights himself, eyes whirling comically. "His name's Sioneth."

Kvasith> The other brown headbutts Sioneth.

Aurian tilts her head, "Aren't you going to wash Yasinth?"

Kvasith> Jayna bugles, and lifts his frontquarters out of the water, playfully dropping down fast, trying to shower Kvasith with lakewater.

A'ser is refusing to move, sure enough, and eyes Aurian slyly. "Certainly could...."

Kvasith> Raene gives Neliea a startled glance at the ma'am, hardly thinking she is old enough or high enough ranked to deserve one, then turns to grin a Jayna.

Kvasith> Sioneth bugles, and lifts his frontquarters out of the water, playfully dropping down fast, trying to shower Kvasith with lakewater.

Aurian runs her hand through her hair, "I know you want to do things to make me look bad, but if we aren't ready. We don't have a lesson, if we don't have a lesson we are all on restricted duties."

A'ser looks annoyed. He pushes away from the railing roughly. "I hate it when you make sense."

A'ser heads in the direction of the shimmering lake, leaving the central bowl area of the Weyr.

Kvasith> A'ser heads over from the central bowl.

Kvasith> Neliea shakes her head as she looks back to her blue. "And that blue resting near the shore is my Xylath. Complely mischevious," she tells Raene.

Kvasith> A'ser marches moodily down to the shore.

Kvasith> Raene says, "Mischievious? I like mischievious," and, true to her word, grins mischieviously.

Kvasith> Raene gives A'ser a considering glance before turning her attention back to the dragons playing in the water.

Kvasith> Neliea glances over at A'ser and wisely stays out of the way. Turning back to Raene, she chuckles. "Oh, it's fine if it's a person. But a big and still growing blue dragon?"

Kvasith> Raene laughs. "Well, I suppose that's true enough..."

Kvasith> A'ser loses his shoes on his way to the water, and, putting his hands over his head, dives into the lake.

Kharty walks through the entrance into the Weyrling Barracks.

Virroth enters through the big entrance into the Weyrling Barracks.

Kvasith> Jayna grins and follows A'ser's lead, toeing off her boots and jumping into the water. She swims with strong strokes toward Sioneth.

Kvasith> Raene walks over to the boulder and manages to hoist herself up on it, where she sits with her legs dangling, watching the going-ons.

You head in the direction of the shimmering lake, leaving the central bowl area of the Weyr.

Telgar Weyr Lake Shore

The vegetation thickens near the lake, becoming a meadow that runs along the edge of a narrow, sandy beach. The sands spill down into a crystal lake to the north, lapping against the crater walls to the north and west. A fence runs northwest-southeast, blocking off the lake from the feeding grounds. The grass has a clean green color and is tender with spring. The first water lilies on the pond are blooming in yellow and white, and pink, yellow, and white wildflowers scatter the field. The white climbs even into the trees, with blowing petals amid the new green leaves. The herb garden, still mostly cut back for the winter, is hemmed about with crocuses. The red shades of sunset cast the meadow into deep, but peaceful shadows.

Some puffy white clouds skirt across the springtime sky.

Contents:

DRAGONS: Kvasith Yasinth Xylath Sioneth

PLAYERS: Jayna A'ser Aurian Neliea Raene

OTHER: Compound Equatorial Farviewer Time-Weathered Boulder

Obvious exits:

Lake Bowl

Aurian watches the dragons frolic.

Yasinth stands at the shore, whuffling at the water and wondering where her lifemate has gone.

Neliea smiles and settles on the sand next to Xylath, and says to Raene, "But he's a complete dear and makes sure that I don't work too much in /his/ opinion." Leaning against her blue's newly oiled hide, her lifemate rumbles amusedly.

Sioneth is splashing in the water. Jayna is swimming out toward the brown, with sure strokes.

Raene chuckles and waves a greeting to Aurian, nodding to Neliea.

Neliea looks up and waves to Aurian and gives a stern glance to Xylath. "I'm not going to be able to oil you again before the evening class, Xy." Xylath warbles quietly, but gives his lifemate a though wuffle that makes her hair look odd. There's more than one way to have fun.

Kvasith comes out of the water and stretches. His tail wiggling.

Lysseth flies in from above and lands in the waters of the lake.

The motions of Lysseth's charcoal-edged wings stir several water-lilies from their serene floating places when the green dragon comes to a landing on the shoreline. Her trumpet of greeting to the nearby young ones is bright and relatively energetic, considering that she has just returned from patrols. Similarly, Kassi's call of, "Well met, Weyrlings!" is only slightly edged with fatigue, and for the most part resonates with the greenrider's inherent cheer.

Kassima slides down from Lysseth's neckridges to land beside her with ease.

Lysseth cocks her head at her rider, rumbling quietly as Kassi gives her eyeridges a grateful scratching.

Jayna treads water, and manages a salute. "Evening, Wingleader," she calls, smiling.

Raene smiles at Kassima. "Hello."

Neliea looks up and over towards Lysseth, as she quickly stands and salutes. That salute is looking better all the time, "Good Afternoon Wingleader."

Aurian salutes Kassima, "Evening Wingleader."

Raene feels abnormal, surrounded by saluting people.

Aurian sits on the shore, she chuckles as she watches them all splash.

Kassima's sigh is faint enough to be almost imperceptible as she pulls off her helmet and shakes snow out of her bangs. Her jacket and self, it might be noted, are lightly dusted with the rapidly-melting white stuff. "Afternoon in turn," she replies with a salute so crisp and precise that one can tell she's had Turns to perfect it. "Lysseth tells me you've just finished hunting? Oh!G'deve t'you, too," she says to Raene, sounding a touch sheepish. "Forgive me; I didn't see you there, for a moment."

Raene smiles at Kassima again. "Quite alright."

Raene gestured to the rapidly melting snow Kassima's dusted with. "Did I hear something about a message from Bitra... People lost during the unexpected blizzard, or some such?"

Neliea settles back against her blue Xylath, making sure that he dosen't even /think/ about that water. "Xylath's hunted for the day and it's a matter of keeping him out of the water, since I've just oiled him," she says cheerfully and listens to the conversation.

Kvasith> Lysseth senses that Kvasith sounds almost dissapointed, << Is that All? Arbreth said I would chase her. Why would I chase her? >>

Kvasith lumbers over to Aurian and rests his head on hers.

Kvasith whirls his eyes at Lysseth.

Kassima rolls her eyes and mutters, "Lyss, *try* nay t'corrupt them over-much...." She unfastens her jacket and shrugs it off, setting it with her helmet in the lee of one of the rocks surrounding the Lake. "Aye, 'tis truth," she confirms for Raene. "I've been flying search patrol with some of m'wingriders. We found none today, but had better luck yestereve. I know nay whether there are still any left t'be finding."

Jayna floats idly. She glances around, trying to see who's in the water with Sioneth and her.

Kvasith> Lysseth senses that Kvasith sends in a tone rich with curiousity. << Why? >>

Raene nods to Kassima. "I hope there are no more. I'd hate to think of someone lost out there, in the cold, probably no supplies..." she says, and shivers as if feeling the cold herself.

Xylath turns his head to look over and up at the larger green. Warbling a greeting he starts to look around as much as he can without making Neliea move from her spot.

Kassima affirms ruefully, while turning to unbuckle Lysseth's straps, "It came up quickly. The ones we found were nay too badly off, but they didn't have aught by way of supplies. The best chance seems t'be getting to 'em ere that becomes much of a problem."

Raene nods slowly, her gaze resting distantly in the direction of Bitra Hold.

Aurian glances up at the sky for a moment, "We had that happen at Telgar hold when I had ten turns. The riders didn't help then." She tilts her head, "Things were just bad then."

Raene considers, "I can't rightly remember if we had such a problem at Tillek or not..."

Neliea listens quietly, since she's never had to deal with that problem. Just lots of heat.

Raene glances at Neliea, a slight smile on her lips. "Where did ye grow up, Neliea, if I'm not prying?"

Kassima's lips quirk slightly in something that's not quite a smile. "We are nay of the old guard," she says simply as she finishes with Lysseth's straps and ducks behind that rock to attend to her own clothing. "When Bitra asks aid, we lend it. 'Tis only right. I've heard tales of the great Benden storm in which the Benden riders helped as much as they could... i'truth, I recall some of it for m'self, though nay so much of what the riders did as what 'twas like for the Holds."

Neliea blinks and looks over to Raene. "Oh, I grew up at Big Bay Hold and just started to spend time at Igen Hold before I was brought here," she replies smiling faintly. "I've never had to worry about snow, just lots of sand and heat."

Raene says "Ahh... I don't think I've been there."

Kvasith snorts and wraps his tail about Aurian's waist.

Once Kassi has pulled on her swimming clothes, she wades out into the water beside her impatient lifemate. They choose the heated end of the Lake, unsurprisingly. "How're you lot finding the adjustments t'permanent weyrlife?"

Kassi asks as she watches her fire-lizards helpfully drop wet sand over her dragon's hide. The question seems directed to Raene as well as the Weyrlings. "It makes for an interesting change, I know."

Neliea says "Big Bay isn't as hot, since it's close to the sea. Igen Hold's more inland, but there's not that big of a difference."

Raene says, "Hmmm... I suppose I'm adjusting well enough. I'm usually chasing littles all day and stargazing at night, but that's what I like. Besides, it's about time I stayed in one place," and grins. Glances toward the others, wondering what they're answers will be.

Aurian shakes her head as she things of something, "Everyone tell me when you've finished cleaning your dragons, Kerlyn wants us to have certain things done before tonights exercises." The moment of being the assigned temporary supervisor done, she answers, "Its a better schedule than the one I had at healer."

Neliea looks thoughtful, "It's okay, but still different. I guess that I can't complain too much, with the chores, exercises and such. There's still the matter doing so much for your dragon and the knowlage that they're going to get bigger."

Aurian nods to Neliea, "Sharding huge."

Kassima climbs up onto her dragon's back, her bare feet skidding slightly on the sand so thoughtfully deposited there by her fair. "The nannies have all my condolences," she remarks. "I spend nay so very much time with m'pair of hellions, but 'tis enough that I have every sympathy for those who care for even more. Have you tried stargazing from the Star Stones? The view is actually quite spectacular." Working the sand into Lysseth's hide, where her wing joins to her shoulder, the greenrider looks up long enough to nod. "Aye, 'tis truth--we greenriders have it fortunate, for huge though our beasties are, they're still the smaller of the lot. Lyss is bigger than some of the smaller blues, but 'tis still much less work scrubbing her than scrubbing, say, Prometh is for Kiat."

Raene chuckles. "Both my elder sister and I are nannies. It's a good thing we love children, a very good thing. No, I haven't tried that. I wouldn't know how to get there."

"Maeva and I both love the spawnlings, but there're times they still test our patience... especially Kay and her 'lizard. Sweet, wonderful child that she is, she also has a certain knack for getting into trouble... well, that's children for you." She wipes the back of her hand over her brow, pushing her bangs back out of her eyes and leaving a streak of sand across her forehead in the process. "How t'get there? Why, you ask a rider, a'course. Simple enough."

Aurian tilts her head, "The view from the stones is spectacular, I think I'll like it better when Kvasith and I can go on are own." She scritches a brown eyeridge.

Raene hmms, "Can't rightly say they're many riders that I feel I know well enough to feel comfortable asking them."

Sioneth trumpets and uses his wings to stroke toward shore. Standing as soon as he's able, he glances around for his lifemate. Seeing her swimming behind him toward the shore, he ambles up out of the lake, waiting for Jayna to catch up.

Aurian watches the various weyrlings. She chews on her bottom lip.

Kassima suggests amiably, "Try the watchriders, when you can catch 'em--or the two night-shift riders, anyway. They're used t'giving folk rides at need. 'Tis part of what watchpairs do, hereabouts."

Raene hmms again.

Kvasith licks his nose tip.

Raene smothers a laugh of how that looked from her place on the boulder.

Kassima scoots back to work on Lysseth's right flank, which bears an ash-streak left over from drills. "Which exercises will you be doing tonight, Aurian? You mentioned that there are some scheduled?"

Aurian tilts her head back, "Full flight formations. We get to watch the dragonets."

"A valuable lesson," Kassi comments absently. "Tricky, too, the first time out... mayhaps easier when you can direct them from the ground, though. I take it you're all looking forward t'your first manned flights."

Aurian nods, "All of us are almost desperate for them." She chuckles at

Kvasith, "Well I know I am."

Raene chuckles.

Neliea chuckles quietly, nodding with Aurian comment.

Kassima smiles in understanding and acknowledgement. "'Tis something," she agrees. "A more wonderful feeling can scarce be imagined, though there are a few things that top it. Still... it can't be rushed. Nay if'n you want t'ever fly past that first time." A low chuckle escapes her throat. "I'm sure the Weyrlingmaster's already told you as much, though. Have the younglings been taught t'fish yet?"

Aurian blinks, "Not Kvasith."

Neliea slowly shakes her head, "I know that Xylath hasn't, but he's looked at the fish underwater. He wonders why they swim underwater."

Raene chuckles, again.

As her rider says this, Lysseth darts her great green head beneath the water's surface in a motion smooth enough that the only splash caused is minor. There is a moment or two of silence, an occasional bubble floating up from the area where the green's nose must be--and then, with a triumphant rumble, Lyss resurfaces abruptly with a pair of fish-tails hanging out of the sides of her mouth. One swallow, and both are gone. "Show-off," Kassi accuses fondly. "I remember when Tidranth and Veyath taught the Sky-Lady t'fish. 'Tis something many dragons seem t'like doing, since there can be something of a challenge to it. They have t'be either swift, or very patient."

Aurian raises her eyebrows, "I didn't even realize there were fish in this lake."

Kvasith whirls his eyes as he watches this strange sight.

Raene chuckles, removing her boots and setting them beside her on the boulder.

Xylath turns his head towards the lake, watching quietly with whirling blue eyes.

Kassima's laughter melds with Lysseth's amused rumble as the green sinks her head and neck beneath the water again. "Aye, there are--though how they manage t'stay about is a mystery. I suppose the dragons don't really chase them as often once they get older--and if'n they really wish t'fish, well, the ocean's a more challenging place t'do it anyway."

Kvasith waddles back to the water. He wades in boldly.

Neliea nods, faintly chuckling.

Kassima watches Kvasith with a melange of curiousity and amusement, continuing her work on Lysseth's hide. The 'lizards also seem to be doing their parts, cheerfully skidding over the sand and water-slicked surface, chirpling and generally making a racket; perhaps this is why Kassi and Lyss put up with so sharding many of the critters.

Raene laughs, watching the 'lizards' escapades.

The brown dragonet obviously figures he has this alllllllll figured out. He sticks his head right under the water, bubbles billowing all about him as he thrashes about under there. A few moments pass, long enough for Aurian to get worried. Soon he pops his head up again, carrying..

....a pair of hide pants.

Raene laughs again, "Oh, my! Can't help but wonder who's those are..." and grins.

Neliea peers over at..the pants and laughs.

"Must be leftovers from a flight," Aurian grins.

Raene asks, a mischievious twinkle in her eyes, "So, Kvasith, how they taste?"

Kassima squints over towards the pants, and just *howls* with laughter, slipping off of her tenuous perch and falling into the water below with a resounding *splash.*

Raene bursts out laughing again, ducking instinctively at the splash, though odds are she won't be splattered at this distance.

Kassima bobs back up to the surface after a moment or two, spluttering and choking and chortling. "Dear bright Faranth in her polka-dotted straps," she snerks, "those look like B'fus's!"

Neliea looks up at Xylath curiously and doubles over in laughter again.

Raene, still laughing, peers quizzically at Kassima, and asks between gasps, "You... can actually... tell... whose they... are?"

Kassima giggles and picks seaweed out of her hair as she explains, "Let's just say that 'tis nay uncommon t'find pairs of B'fus's pants strewn in unlikely places through the Weyr. The man's notorious for it."

Xylath regards his lifemate and looks back towards the water. He wants to try this too as he splashes into the water. Ducking his head past the surface of the water, more bubbles come up to the surface. As he brings his head back up with a...belt?

Aurian just looks at her dragon with a wide eyed delight.

Raene laughs, though she is starting to slow down.

Raene goes off again. "A... belt!"

Kassima gives a fresh whoop of laughter at that, holding onto Lysseth for support. "Someone was obviously having an interesting night here recently..." she manages to say.

Raene grins, "I'll say!"

Neliea just blinks at her blue lifemate, "Um, could those match the pants?" She asks quietly, threatening to laugh again.

Kvasith swims through the water and up near Kassima and Lysseth. He rumbles.

Raene grins over at Neliea and asks Kassima, "B'fus often lose belts along with his pants?" and grins mischieviously.

R'val heads over from the central bowl.

Kassima snorts in agreement, trying to cease laughing. Lysseth, needless to say, just looks puzzled by all this ruckus. "Keep looking," she advises, "and you'll probably find the shorts that go with 'em."

Raene can't seem to laugh, and wonders if they really would find shorts. She waves greetings to R'val, unable to speak through her laughter.

R'val walks towards the lakeshore, and nods politely to Kassima, "Wingleader. WEyrlings..."

Aurian clears her throat, "Um wingleader.. he wants you and Lysseth to have the pants."

R'val smiles brightly at Raene.

Aurian salutes R'val, "Evening sir."

Neliea looks out at Xylath again and gives into her laughter. The blue holding the belt, just releases the belt and is certain that there's something better. Saluting, she still grins. "Evening sir."

Kassima blinks up at Kvasith, pushing a straggle of black hair back out of her eyes. "He wants me and Lyss t'have the pants?" she repeats. "Um... well, we're honored, but is there any particular reason? They aren't *my* pants." Just in case there was any doubt of this.

Raene nearly falls off the boulder, she's doubled over so far from laughing, though she's starting to slow down slowly.

R'val raises an eyebrow, "Pants?"

Raene tells him, "Kvasith... tried to... fish... and found... the... pants instead..." between her gasps of laughter.

Kvasith rumbles waiting.

Aurian clears her throat, "He says its a thank you gift."

Kassima seems utterly bemused--much to Lysseth's amusement--but does hold out a hand for the pants. "Well... I'm nay certain what he'd be thanking us for--but you're quite welcome for whatever 'tis, Kvasith."

R'val chortles, "Bet they're J'lor's.'

Raene finally stops laughing, though she's still grinning. "Kassi seems to believe they might be B'fus's."

Kvasith lets Kassima take the pants. He rumbles smugly and waddles back into the water.

Xylath looks over the water for...a fish hopefully. Rumbling, he looks at the water and towards the sounds on the beach before looking back at the water.

Raene says "Looks like you're going to have to re-oil him after all, Neliea."

Neliea giggles and nods quickly, "Oh well, I do that a lot but I may not have to until after class this evening. I hope."

Raene chuckles.

R'val shakes his head in amusement.

Kvasith grumbles and peers into the water.

Raene asks, gesturing toward the pants, "So, what're you going to do with 'em, Kassi?"

Kassima just shakes her head and drapes the pants over her shoulder, swimming out a ways from her dragon. "All right, Lyss... duck, rinse, and we'll see about getting dry and travel-ready." The green obediantly submerges herself, taking a few fire-lizards with her and sloughing off a sizeable amount of sand in the process. "Eh, don't know, Raene. Mayhaps 'twill hang 'em up on m'wall, as I hear some fisher-folk do with the biggest fish they've caught."

Raene laughs.

Raene says "One thing I'm glad m'Da didn't ever do."

Kassima grins wryly over to Raene, wading her way back to shore. Lysseth, after a moment's hesitation, follows. "I'm sure we'll think of something," she comments, laying the wet pants aside and picking up a towel with which to dry off. "I have t'wonder how many pairs of pants are down there... or in the 'Springs. Food for thought, that."

Raene chuckles. "Well, I've yet to notice any in the 'Springs, but I doubt that'd mean there not there... Seems to me that it might even be more likely for them to be there," she grins.

Aurian rests her chin on her fist.

Kassima eventually finishes her drying, and crouches behind the rock where her clothing and Lysseth's straps are hidden. "Say, Raene," she comments, "have you ever been t'High Reaches Weyr?"

Raene considers and shakes her head. "No, I don't believe so, though I saw more of their riders than any other weyr's growing up at Tillek."

Kassima nods, standing up and pulling her jacket over the rest of her clothing. "I'm thinking of heading over that way tonight," she explains, buckling Lysseth's straps around the green's neck. "The Weyrlings are forbidden travel, I know, but I thought I'd ask whether you wanted t'go."

Raene says "Hmm... Anything of interest happening? Not that I wouldn't like to meet anyone who might be there."

Aurian scritches Kvasith, "Neliea, we need to get ourselves fed."

Neliea nods to Aurian as she watches Xylath come out of the water. "Sure."

Kassima shrugs. "Weyr Dinner, I think, unless I've miscounted the days. They have one once a month or so. Sometimes the food's spectacular--the other Baker Craftmaster lives there, y'know."

Raene says "Sounds fun... I'd love to."

Kvasith comes out of the water, with a wave from Aurian. She stretches.

Kassima grins and gestures to her lifemate. "Follow me, then, and we'll head up." She pulls her riding helmet on over her still-wet hair. "I can hear the food calling me from here!"

Kassima climbs up to Lysseth's lower neckridges with the aid of the riding straps and the green's thoughtfully offered foreleg. She gives her lifemate a fond pat on the neck once she is aboard.

Aurian thumps Kvasith playfully.

Raene accepts Kassima's proffered hand and swings up onto Lysseth's lower neckridges, settling herself behind Kassima carefully. Kassi grins and reassures the dubious Lysseth that Raene is safe, and the green faces forward as her rider gets ready to fly.

Kvasith shakes his wings out.

From her place aboard Lysseth, Raene glances doubtfully at the straps, having no idea how they're supposed to be buckled.

Seated on Lysseth's neckridges, Kassima turns back, asking, "Need help with the straps?" Seeing that Raene does, she helps her with the task, clearly practiced at this. "There, now. Ready?"

From her place aboard Lysseth, Raene nods to Kassi, though her knuckles are a bit white. "My first time on a dragon..."

Xylath approaches Neliea, wet of course and warbles innocently to her. He's not wet, but wait..that's water on him. Looking over at Aurian she asks, "Think that maybe we should eat in the barracks tonight? Since neither of them are sleeping?" She means the dragons.

From her place aboard Lysseth, Kassima chuckles, though not without sympathy. "Then brace yourself... *between* can be alarming if'n you're nay used to it."

Lysseth spreads her wings to their full extent, bringing them down with a rush of wind as she leaps nimbly into the air.

Lysseth takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry her aloft.

Aurian nods, "Sure meatrolls and klah."

R'val smiles, 'Sounds good to me.'

You head in the direction of the central bowl, leaving the shimmering lake.

Central Bowl(#298RL$)

A stony field is the center of this great caldera, the size of which is unmatched at any other weyr--for the whole complement of all the wings at Telgar could rest comfortably within its towering cliffs. Shaped in a perfect oval, the rock walls seem perfect for keeping the usual chill winds stirring about. The ground is mostly made of pebbles and rocks, some hued the milky shades of old quartz, though there are patches where softer dirt and even trees sprout up from the ground. Southerly, the bowl opens onto the living caverns and the weyrleaders' quarters; the immense entrance to the hatching grounds lies to the northwest. Heading southwest will lead one back out into the rocky mountain ranges around Telgar's protective walls. Dragons may be seen, relaxing or fresh from feeding, to the north, as well as the soft lapping sounds of Telgar's lake touching the sandy shore. The weyrling barracks, always aflutter with activity, is to the direct west. The meadow near the lake is strewn with wild flowers, like little stars of pink, yellow, and white. The ground by the the barracks is quite muddy.

Some puffy white clouds skirt across the springtime sky.

Contents:

Kvasith(#10999OVaempqs)

Sorath

Chezroth

Jericho

Obvious exits:

Weyrling Barracks Southern Bowl Lake Shore Hatching Cavern Feeding Grounds Runner Pasture Weyr Entrance

Above, Lysseth disappears into Between.

Neliea heads into the central bowl area from the lake shore to the north.

Xylath lumbers into the central bowl area from the lake shore to the north.

You walk through the huge entrance into the Weyrling Barracks.

Weyrling Barracks(#258RAHJ$)

This immense cavern is the home for weyrling pairs. A huge opening is the entrance, leading to the ground level bowl. The floor is not quite smooth, being gauged with numerous scratches and cracks, from the clumsy undergrown claws on equally clumsy dragonets. The indentations on the floor, made by millenial pressure of the growing dragons, are quite suggestive of their purpose. Most of them have furs in one corner of them, as the new riders sleep as near their lifemates as they can. A particular odour lingers in the air here, not quite pleasant.

A large, dragon-sized opening leads out of the barracks back into the Central Bowl.

Contents:

Virroth(#6995JOQVaempqs$)

Miyath

Flutterby

Golda

Obvious exits:

Bowl

Kvasith enters from the bowl.

Neliea walks in from the bowl.

Xylath enters from the bowl.

Aurian is filling several mugs with the steaming klah. Kvasith is following her as she does so.

Neliea enters the barracks, running a hand through slightly damp hair thanks to Xylath. "Need any help with the meatrolls," she asks but still makes her way over to the platter and sets out a few plates. .

R'val walks in from the bowl.

Aurian nods, "Sure thing." She is setting the klah out as she speaks.

Neliea nods as she continues to set out a few meatrolls on a few plates. She's not doing all of them, knowing that firelizards will come after them before any person. Glancing over her shoulder, she nods to R'val and goes back to the rolls. Xylath makes his way over to his rider and peers over her head at all of the odd shaped food laid out.

R'val grins, "Mind if I eat with you, guys?"

"Sure. Why not, R'val," Neliea asks, reaching over for an already poured mug of klah as Xylath looks along the table.

R'val fills a mug with klah and smiles brightly, "Cool."

Aurian chuckles as she drops into a seat. She stretches, "This is rather nice."

R'val glances at Aurian, munching on a roll, "What is?"

Neliea settles into a seat and streches out her legs before taking a long sip of klah.

Aurian shrugs, "I find it rather relaxing." She takes one of the meatrolls and gives it an almost critical examination

R'val grins, "Nothing like a good sit down and a meal to relax, yup.'

Neliea reaches over for a meatroll, slowly nibbling on it. She staying quiet for now. Xylath's just a handful and proves it as he makes his way towards his couch.

Kharty sighs long and slow. "I'm sooo tired.." she groans with a yawn. That hunting today really wore me out."

Kvasith rumbles whistfully at Aurian. She sighs and hands him the meatroll. He takes it and eats for a moment, before obvious distaste whirls in his eyes.

Aurian shakes her head, "We still have evening exercises from what Kerlyn said."

Kharty groans, sliding down into her chair a bit lower. "More??"

Neliea streches out her legs and her feet, nodding slowly. "More," she confirms.

Aurian nods as she takes up a meatroll, "Full aerial flight formations, them in the air, us below them."

R'val grins at Kharty, "You look rather tired already."

Kharty twists her head slowly toward R'val. "More?" she groans again. "I feel like *I* was the one to do the hunting today."

R'val laughs, "Poor thing.'

Aurian chuckles, "You acted like you were." She takes another bite of the roll in her hands.

Neliea reaches over for a mug of klah, handing it to Kharty. "Drink this. It'll wake you up and I know. It's quite unsual."

Kharty reaches out to take the mug from Neliea gratefully. "I almost felt like I was the one hunting, you know? Like I could see and feel as he went for the wherry."

R'val nods, "That's not an uncommon feeling at all.'

Neliea nods sympathically as she takes another sip of her own klah.

Kharty wobbles her hand around. "He flew and I felt the wind in his wings. He tore at the skin and I flinched. It was so odd, like I was me yet him."

R'val smiles, "You're both of us, to some extent. It's a very close bond."

Aurian listens as she eats.

Kharty sighs, taking a sip of the klah. "I guess. It was hard to separate myself. At one point, I wanted to scratch at A'ser."

R'val snickers, "I think we all feel that way, sometimes."

Neliea settles her mug in her lap and stays quiet.

Aurian chuckles, "I think he rather liked it." She wriggles her eyebrows.

R'val rolls his eyes with a grin.

Kharty looks at R'val innocently. "You mean, we all feel like scratching A'ser or we all feel like what our dragons feel like?"

Neliea takes another sip of klah and is /not/ going to say one word. Not like she can think of anything to say.

R'val blinkblinks, "Why, the dragon thing, of course." He looks SOOO innocent.

Aurian finishes her meatroll, then picks up another one.

Kharty leans her head backwards, resting her neck on the back of the seat, closing her eyes. "When are drills tonite? I hope -much- later.."

R'val shakes his head, "I'm not sure. Whenever Kerlyn pops up.'

Aurian snaps her fingers, "I just remembered." She dashes into her couch for a moment.

Aurian soon returns carrying a small sack, filled with redfruits, citrons, and kiwis.

Kharty nods slowly. "Think I'll try some sleep sooner or later." One eye opens to look over to a sleeping Virroth. "At least he's resting peacefully."

Neliea looks into ther mug, looking surprised that her klah is amost gone. Looking up at Aurian's dash, she blinks when she sees the fruit.

Aurian grins as she sits, "My sister sent these from Ista."

Kharty opens her eyes halfway to look toward Aurian. Her head lowers. "Ow!" she mutters, reaching up to hold her temple. "Darned headache."

Neliea nods slowly and smiles, "I remember you saying that last night.."

R'val regards Kharty sympathetically.

Aurian returns into her couch. She soon returns and grabs Kharty's mug. She adds a bit of something to it and swishes the klah, "Drink it all." She places the mug down and returns to her seat.

Kharty gives Aurian a quizical look then peers into her mug. "Uhm, what's in it?" she asks with a grin.

Aurian says, "Willow salic"

Aurian says, "It will take care of the headache"

Neliea smiles at Kharty as she leans over for the klah pot. "Kharty...never question a healer, but then I do.." She winks as she pours another mug of klah and nods to Aurian and smiles.

Aurian chuckles lightly.

R'val grins at Aurian "Once a healer, always a healer."

Aurian smiles, "Turns pass, but some things will never ever change."

Aurian scoops up a redfruit

Neliea starts to sip on yet another mug of klah, looking completly relaxed.