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January 18, 1999.  PernMUSH.  E'vrin's POV.
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Your location's current time: 21:57 on day 6, month 11, Turn 25, of
the Tenth Pass. It is a autumn evening.
Cast:  E'vrin, Kassima, M'rgan, Aurian.

E'vrin meets M'rgan, who subjects him to scrutiny over the Igenite's
intentions towards Kassima -- who gets embarrassed a few times.
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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 training grounds and the meadow are both
covered with a blanket of pure white snow, though it is trodden down
in dragon-wide paths where the dragons move.
There is not a cloud in the sky, and you can see clear to the horizon.
Contents:
Lysseth
Kassima
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You backwing for a landing.

--> Sharath flutes a tenor ripple of greeting to green and rider, then
dips his shoulder to let his rider come tumbling down.

You slide down Sharath's shoulder and foreleg to the ground.

Lysseth warbles a contralto response, eyes whirling a bonny blue
despite the fact that her rider, perched on her foreleg, is eating
some... *thing*... that should never have been concocted. "Oh, Ev!"
she calls after hastily swallowing a bite. "Sorry--didn't mean t'be
eating in front of you." Not that anyone's likely to envy *this*
concoction. "G'deve. I'd hug you, but I rather doubt I could readily
get up."

E'vrin thumps Sharath's leg and leaves the bronze to sniff at the
snow, try to lift paw after paw out of the white stuff, and in general
express feline amazement that it's /on/ him. "Oh, don't worry, don't
worry." The man swoops in to aim a careful kiss at her, away from the
concoction. "--What /is/ that?"

Above, Ularrith flies over from the south end of the bowl.
Ularrith backwings for a landing.

Lysseth, amused by the bronze's reaction, lowers her green muzzle to
snort some of the snow towards him. Take that, Igenite. Accepting the
kiss and returning it likewise, Kassima then proudly explains, "'Tis a
redfruit pie with curry, whipped cream, asparagus, spinach, kiwi
slices, and a fried egg for garnish. Want a bite?"

As Ularrith smugly rumbles and stares directly at Sharath, his rider
busies himself with rolling his eyes and thumping the dragon's
neck. "Yes. Yes. You were right. You can see better than me. Happy
now?" Tossing a leg over the dragon's neck, M'rgan quickly makes his
way down from his perch.

"No," E'vrin says greenly and leaps on the new dragon's arrival as
distraction. He squints that way. Sharath just snorts snow back at
Lysseth; payback takes precedence over eyeing Ularrith.

M'rgan clambers down Ularrith's side to the ground, as the dragon
rumbles softly.

Aurian walks here from the south.
Aurian walks along carrying a clay jar, "Kassima!"

M'rgan shoves his hands into his pockets as he casually strolls
towards the bronzerider and greenrider. His steps might be casual but
there is no mistaking the intently interested expression on his face
as he unabashedly looks at them.

Kassima polishes off the last of the horror, then squints up at
Ularrith. "Is this sandwich a people-magnet?" she wants to know. "Hey,
Mart--over here, Auri."

E'vrin sidles closer to Kassima, although he keeps her body between
him and that /thing/ she'd been eating (even the leavings could be
dangerous). He stays quiet amid the influx: just a visitor, here.

Aurian peers at Kassima, "What are you eating?" as she walks over. The
largish pot in her arms.

Lysseth accepts the dusting of snow with fair good grace, though her
eyes gleam cobalt mischief. A tail-lashing dislodges the top of a
light drift, aimed with some accuracy towards tawny bronze
hide. "Lysseth," Kassi warns, brushing crumbs from her
hands. "Behave. I suppose I should get up after all...." Oh, woe! But
she does, with Lysseth's help. Having a dragon as one's chair is
marvelously convenient at times. "I was eating a redfruit bubbly with
curry powder, spinach, asparagus, kiwi slices, and a fried egg for
garnish," she explains. "It's gone now, don't worry. What's in the
pot? Oh, E'vrin--have you met... a'course you've met Auri; have you
met M'rgan?"

--
        M'rgan is 27 Turns, 2 months, and 27 days old though it
doesn't quite show in his face, with his blue eyes that are seldom
solemn and usually have a mischievious twinkle in them as if he's up
to no good. He only looks his true age when he's correcting one of his
children or is jealously guarding his weyrmate, Kena.
        The scrawny, small child that Impressed Ularrith on the High
Reaches Weyr Sands nearly a dozen years ago has grown into a 6'1"
man. Not quite his father's giant proportions but it does just fine
during those 'guarding the weyrmate' times. He has acquired muscle on
his arms and shoulders from all of his physical duties and a slightly
bow-legged stance from thousands of candlemarks spent astride his
brown lifemate's neck. The tan of his childhood in Boll is gone now,
turned into flesh as pale as fresh Telgar snow. His eyelids droop
slightly in the corners, giving him a nearly constant appearance of
relaxation. M'rgan has short black hair that forms a sort of shaggy
cap, a perfect length for under his helmet. M'rgan's clothes are plain
and worn but they are colored, as always, in blue and black.
        He wears a knot of white and black with a single strand of
brown, signifying that he is a brownrider at Telgar Weyr. A tiny bow
of twined blue and black thread is tied to the bottom of the knot.
--

As he gets closer, M'rgan's attention swivels from Kassima over to
E'vrin. He looks the younger man up and down with the sort of
intensity only seen when he's eyeing something for one of his drawings
or he's sizing up a young man who's shown an interest in his
fosterdaughter. "I thought this was E'vrin. Since he was kissing
you. Good to meet you, E'vrin. Have you come to visit the mother of
your child?

Aurian nods to E'vrin, "Good to see you again, Kassima .. lud that
looks vile."

Sharath tosses his head and skitters, nimble on feline-finicky feet:
the snow splashes his shoulder and melts there, but no
more. Curvetting, he gives Lysseth a reproachful whirl of
blue-streaked eyes, and takes up hunkering, brooding position some
length from her.

A sudden flash of 'Oh, no, not again' crosses over Kassi's face. "Is
that really Mart," she asks Ularrith directly, "or Trevor in an
exceedingly clever Mart disguise?"

E'vrin pities his mount with a look, then pulls back to the
humans. "--Pardon? Oh. Yes, good evening, Aurian, and good to meet
you, M'rgan." Pause. He links his hands casually before him, gloved
and stiff. "I came to visit Kassima."

[The distinction is important:  Kassi is more than just baby's mom.]

Aurian taps her jar, "Anyways this is for you."

Kassima blinks at the jar, grateful of the distraction. "A jar? For
me? Why, thankee, Auri; I can always use a jar." For what, she doesn't
know, but Kassi is nothing if not tactful.

Rumblegrumbling to himself, Ularrith flomps down in the snow, his back
to the pesky green and bronze. His whole body quivers for a second as
he stretches and in the next instant he's one relaxed, curled up ball
of dragon hide.

Aurian chuckles, "Its hot pepper jelly."

"Hot... pepper... jelly?" Kassima sounds intrigued, unsurprisingly.

"She's not given birth yet," M'rgan comments mildly, giving E'vrin a
smile before his gaze dips to Kassima's expansive waistline. "But I'm
sure you've noticed that also."

"Yes." E'vrin's calm. "Then again, I don't regard her as the walking,
talking broodmare for my Bloodline. She is a great deal more than
that; I daresay you know it." His head tips slightly at the woman in
question. "Even if she does have a predilection for odd foods."

Kassima turns her head long enough to quip dryly to M'rgan, "Now, how
could he *possibly* have noticed that, brownie? Given that I look like
a half-dead bloated fish carcass *all* the time."

Aurian nods, "From Ista. Its like a chutney but its a bit more sweet,
sour, and spicey." She grins, "You'll like it."

E'vrin murmurs aslant to the green rider, "Not /all/ the time." Purr.

[Threatened Male Behavior 101:  Puff up, exude testosterone, and grow
 belligerent and possessive both.]

M'rgan isn't paying all that much attention to Kassima. The man seems
much more interested in E'vrin. Too interested in fact. Sliding his
hands out of his pockets, the brownrider crosses his arms in front of
his chest so that he takes on his 'serious' pose. Chin high, he says
to E'vrin. "Good to hear. Good to hear. I'd hate to think you just
thought of her as a broodmare. So...Have you come to do right by her?"
Of course Kassi doesn't have any say in this which is why Mart isn't
paying attention to her.

E'vrin lowers his gaze to the empty cup of his interlocked hands. "I
don't know what you mean by that, sir."

"You flatter me," Kassi replies, with a slightly roguish grin and
wink. But then Aurian catches her attention again. "Like chutney, only
*more* so? Auri, tell me you're nay joking."

[Damian passes through.]

Dragon> Ularrith and Sharath sense that Lysseth quips in light streaks
of sky-hued cerulean, mild amusement evident, << My rider is
wondering, Ularrith, whether yours has lost his mind. >>

Aurian chuckles with a grin, "I'm not kidding. It uses those little
red and green peppers from Ista."

For once M'rgan doesn't complain about being sired. "Have you come to
ask her to be your weyrmate? I realize that marriage is out of the
question with you both being riders. And since the fathers of her
first two children were otherwise taken, that just leaves you."

Sharath> Lysseth and Ularrith sense that Sharath expresses the pungent
underthought that maybe all this /snow/ has something to do with it.

E'vrin points out, "Or the father of her next child. Or the next. And
so on. I'm not the last fruit on the branch, plucked though I may be."

Kassima starts to open her mouth to say something to Aurian... and
then just... stops. Mouth still agape, positively inviting vtols. Yes,
she's heard Mart--either that, or someone snuck up behind her and
thwacked her with a board. "Mart!" she finally manages to regain
enough composure to yelp, scandalized.

Dragon> Lysseth and Sharath sense that Ularrith mentally flicks his
tail at you as a bovine would swish at a pesky fly. << My rider is
wise or I would not have chosen him. Now leave me alone. Can't you
tell that I'm sleeping? >>

Sharath> Lysseth senses that Sharath confides privately, << I think
that if he sleeps in snow, he must be ill, and his rider is picking it
up from him. >>

Arms still crossed in front of him, M'rgan /leans/ towards E'vrin as
if to get in the man's face a little. "Are you saying that she's just
good for a roll in the hay?"

Dragon> Ularrith and Sharath sense that Lysseth merely laughs,
unperturbed. << Since when has that ever stopped me before? >> she
demands, playful, but obediantly withdraws--if without any sense of
being chastened.

E'vrin smiles placidly back. "That, too."

Dragon> Sharath senses that Lysseth feels obligated to mention, << *I*
sleep in the snow, sometimes. Perhaps it is just as my rider says,
that all brownriders are odd. >>

"*Martigan*," Kassi hisses in warning, face red enough to rival that
hot pepper jelly.

Sharath> Lysseth senses that Sharath grumbles in discordant chimes and
whiffs of burnt saffron. << ...I already know your
strangeness. Sleeping in snow does not surprise me. >>

Dragon> Sharath senses that Lysseth's reply is the chime of crystal
'gainst crystal, ribbons of blue light twining through prismatic
facets. << Then is strangeness such a negative thing? >>

M'rgan of course ignores Kassima's outcry as he expected no less from
her. Only that thwacking with a board is likely to get him
distracted. The bronzerider's placid smile only seems to make him
frown more. "That is it? That's all you have to say? That the mother
of /your/ child is good for a roll in the hay? Have you passed her
name around Igen so that all can know?" He does pause at the hiss,
tilting his head as if looking for his own weyrmate. "Don't worry,
Kassi. I'll take care of it."

Kassima turns to Aurian and pleads, "Auri... shoot
me. Please. Here. Now."

E'vrin arches his brows. "'Take care of it'? Or take care of me, as
that's what you seem to be doing? Maybe you're right about the Trevor
comment, Kassima my dear; I /can/ see a resemblance now." He pats her
arm, distracted, and keeps squinting curiously at the brown rider.

Aurian just blinks at M'rgan, "Have you gone daft all of a sudden.?"
She glances back to Kassima.

Kassima mutters, "At least he's nay bringing *mirrors* into this."
Which is indeed something.

M'rgan waves his arms ineffectually as frustration overwhelms him. "I
would've expected to hear this from /her/. But you? Everyone told me
that you wanted to weyrmate with her. I guess the stories I heard were
wrong." He glances at Aurian, surprised by her look. "What? Don't you
think she should be weyrmated?"

E'vrin slides against Kassima's side, rests his chin on her shoulder,
and just watches M'rgan with round-eyed fascination. This is better
than a puppet show.

M'rgan points a finger in E'vrin's direction as he rests his chin on
Kassima's shoulder. "Hey, no handling the merchandise if you don't
have any plans to buy."

E'vrin blinks at him. Turns his head to blink at Kassima. And then,
very deliberately, kisses her earlobe.

Aurian places a hand on her hip, "Shard it M'rgan. Kassima can
weyrmate or not weyrmate if she wants. Just because I'm happy that way
doesn't mean she would be."

Kassima comments, watching Mart with green eyes gone wide with dismay,
"Mart... you're scaring me. Have you been sniffing the 'special
herbs'?" Turning her head just enough to peer at E'vrin, she inquires,
"Do you think maybe he's a looney? Buy!" Okay, *now* she's getting
annoyed. "Mart, I will remind you that I can't be *bought*."
Merchandise, indeed. Though she doesn't seem to object overmuch to the
handling.

You say "Not to mention, you'd be too expensive for me if you could
be."

Sharath> Lysseth senses that Sharath leaves off pondering the riders
enough to answer, distant, << Strangeness is good. The combinations of
different traits -- the spectrum of talents and strengths -- all good,
all we have in the world. Still, I do not like snow. >>

Dragon> Sharath senses that Lysseth's response is simplicity itself:
<< Snow kills Thread. I cannot find fault in it. >> Then, admitted, <<
Though I have always lived in snowy climes, Kassima assures me. >>

Sharath> Lysseth senses that Sharath grumbles, but softly. << It is
like wet sand. >>

M'rgan slaps his hand over his eyes, the tendon's on the back of his
hand sticking out. He can't watch this. Kassi being
manhandled. Yuck. He peeks out for a second before covering his eyes
once more and giving out a tiny grunt of disgust.

Aurian grins as she watches Kassima. Yep she knows that the greenrider
likes it.

Dragon> Sharath senses that Lysseth disagrees, << Not really. The wet
sand dries and sticks, but the snow just melts away, leaving
water. However, it *does* tend to stick when it's wet. >>

E'vrin pauses, waiting until M'rgan's looking, and then /licks/ the
earlobe, his tongue a bright little feline's flick.

Sharath> Lysseth senses that Sharath is perilously close to a wail.
<< /I'm/ wet! >>
Sharath> Lysseth senses that Sharath's tenor drops a somber notch.
<< And, really, E'vrin has to wonder if all of your rider's compatriots
are like this. Maybe he should not visit anymore. >>

M'rgan's shoulders shudder convulsively at the sight and he staggers
back a few steps, looking out of the side of his hand for
Ularrith. "Just wait until your parents hear about this." Hey, saying
that works on his kids. Maybe it'll work on Kassi too.

Kassima seems torn now between humiliation and outright laughter at
poor Mart's horror. "Poor brownie," she sympathizes. "You'd think he
never saw a nauseating couple before." Arm steals around E'vrin's
waist before the greenrider asks, now serious, "Mart, what's your
intent in this whole thing? And my parents would probably be
delighted. My mother, certes, Faranth knows, bloody matchmaker that
she is."

"And Trevor," E'vrin chips in.

Dragon> Sharath senses that Lysseth inquires, all solicitousness,
<< Do you need help in keeping warm? >> Then, serious again,>
Transfer interrupted!
d of my rider for quite some
time. She *believes* that he has her concerns at heart, and is
just... misguided, which is why she isn't currently engaged in
breaking his bones. >>

Aurian chuckles softly.

"My intent is to get you weyrmated," M'rgan responds in a voice tinged
with sarcastic tones though what he says isn't sarcastic at all. Just
frustrated. "I don't like seeing you all alone. Of course you've got
Lysseth but a dragon doesn't fix everything."

Sharath> Lysseth senses that Sharath forcibly soothes his thoughts'
displeasured roil, stuffing it all behind a wall and trapping it
there, letting his internal flames eat it. << No, I am warm enough,
but thank you. You're kind. It's the /wet/ that troubles me. >>

Dragon> Sharath senses that Lysseth simply has to wonder, << If you do
not care to get wet, then how do you ever stand bathing? >>

Sharath> I bespoke Lysseth with << I choose to get wet in a
bath. Here, no choice. >> He adds after a dip into human mind-waters,
<< The other man seems well-intentioned. E'vrin is ... amused. But
distant. He would rather not be here. >>

Kassima gives a long-suffering sigh, and a slight shake of her
head. "Mart, 'twas all alone as you put it for thirteen Turns; don't
you think I can take care of m'self yet? Honestly. Besides, you're
acting like my *father*, and we both know I'm two Turns older than
you, so that's just plain ridiculous." Murmured into E'vrin's ear:
"Forgive the brownie, m'dear. He's ever been an enigma t'me."

[Erdrick passes through.]

Aurian snickers, "He seems to have solved some of the problems.."

E'vrin doesn't look bothered. "He seems to have the right intentions,"
is his contribution, mellow and aloof. "I don't mind."

Dragon> Sharath senses that Lysseth cannot deny the first, so turns to
the second. << Kassima is concerned; she wonders whether there is
something she could do? >> Aside from dying of embarrassment on the
spot, which was appearing quite tempting for awhile.

"That's right. /I/ have the right intentions," M'rgan responds,
lifting his chin with stubborn pride. "What are your intentions?"

Sharath> Lysseth senses that Sharath passes along a snippet of
E'vrin's malachite-cool, acid-bronzed thought: << What, does he want
her for himself? >>

E'vrin wonders, "Why don't you ask her? I'm just along for the
hay-rolling, remember."

Kassima slants a look at Aurian, leaving the task of answering Mart to
E'vrin. "Some of the problems? E'vrin!" Great, now she's backed to
humiliated yelping.

E'vrin snugs his chin tighter over her shoulder, possessive, and
grins. "Well, it's very /nice/ hay-rolling...."

Now M'rgan's hands slap over his ears. He's at least adult enough not
to hum however. "That's what I thought." Slowly lowering his hands, he
gives Kassi a long, pitying look. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten
involved."

Dragon> Sharath senses that Lysseth's response is immediate denial,
made in a wash of both sharp crystal-and-lightning draconic and
polished stained glass-and-quicksilver rider thought: << No! He is
Cymrith's rider's, and has ever been. His concern for my rider, I
believe, is that of one human sibling for another, though they are not
truly clutchmates. >>

Sharath> Lysseth senses that Sharath dutifully passes that snip
along. He returns with his own interpretation, mellowed in a rosy glow
distant from his mate's. << E'vrin doesn't like him. This conversation
is making him feel naked, exposed. >>

"E'vriiiin," Kassi groans, by now nearly fuchsia. Not that she's
denying the statement, mind; only protesting its place of
declaration. "Mart, y'know, you might try asking in a way that doesn't
make you sound like you're my older brother out t'be beating him up
over my honor--which, I might remind, I don't *have*. Behave like the
decent person I know you are, would you? As a favor?"

E'vrin, it may be noted, looks anything but repentant. Belligerent in
a distanced way, perhaps, as a person might be atop a mountainside,
debating whether to roll the really big rock onto the little bitty
victim down below.

Dragon> Sharath senses that Lysseth confides, in a flicker of
jewel-fire, << Kassima assures me that he does not usually act like
this, which I believe to be true, or my rider would not consider him
friend. She speculates that perhaps someone put strange herbs in his
klah. >>

M'rgan shakes his head sadly as he takes a step back. "Kassi, you have
plenty of honor. Some day you'll realize that, I hope. And you'll
realize that for most people you're worth more than some little
lightskirt. Anyway, I will /honor/ your request. I won't say anything
more."

Sharath> Lysseth senses that Sharath is sufficiently diverted from the
/wetness/ trouble to inquire with an intellectual's fascination, <<
What herbs? What are the symptoms? >>

E'vrin asks Kassima, "Do you feel like a ... lightskirt?"

Aurian blinks at M'rgan, "Kassima you really need more targets for
knife throwing.

M'rgan naturally steps on a rock as he moves back so his solemn, all
too serious speech is interrupted by a fair bit of wobbling. Even when
he tries to an adult it never looks that way.

Kassima sighs, caught somewhere in the crossfire. "Look," she tries
again. "We're of different Weyrs; we couldn't weyrmate anyway, for
Faranth's sake. But he makes me happy; will you be content with that?"
Firmly then comes the assurance, "I am *nay* man's lightskirt. Ever."

E'vrin turns dutifully back to M'rgan to seek /his/ answer.

Dragon> Sharath senses that Lysseth pries the information from
Kassima's distracted mind. << They are herbs, she says, that can make
people act oddly or see things that aren't there. There was a kind of
klah here awhile back; people who drank it did not behave as
themselves. >>

"*Between* only takes a few heartbeats," M'rgan mentions with a slip
of a smile. He's never going to let this drop of course. He's
determined to see her weyrmated one way or another. Maybe if she's
weyrmated she'll settle down. "Content, no? You can do better. Anyway,
I'll leave you to your happiness. I misunderstood the situation."

Sharath> I bespoke Lysseth with << Interesting. >> He retreats enough
to store that information elsewhere, for later examination, then
surges warmly back. << E'vrin will watch them talk. The other man
still seems more interested in your rider's reactions than in
mine's. >>

"Nay," Kassi replies simply. "I can nay. I appreciate your concern for
m'welfare, Mart, but there's nay only one form of happiness." She
looks to the others hopefully, perhaps seeking back-up.

[Bronwynn and Myklan pass through on their way to the Hatching Grounds.]

Dragon> Sharath senses that Lysseth admits, some of her rider's
frustration coming through in roiling garnet, << He wishes my rider to
be happy, but thinks that she can only be happy if she shares
weyrspace. They are odd creatures, these humans. >>

[Thaelon and Syrali pass through on their way to the Hatching Grounds.]

E'vrin shoulders some of the burden. "There isn't," he agrees, "and
I've found that to be truth, if nothing else." Pause at Candidate
passages; hunt for the thread of thought. Ah: "I think happiness is
whatever you let yourself call it. Kassima has a definition. I have a
definition. You, M'rgan, have a definition, and Aurian does,
too. Let's call that good?"

Sharath> Lysseth senses that Sharath ripples his light-shadow-light
shrug of thought. << We belong to different Weyrs; we share different
spaces. Where the spaces intersect, there lies happiness. Why demand
anything more? >>

M'rgan makes one of those 'whatever you say' faces to Kassima that
involves rolling his mouth and twitching his eyebrows up until they
practically sink into his forehead. "We'll talk another time,
Kassima. I should be getting back to Kena." His eyes drift over to
E'vrin and though he doesn't actually frown at the man his expression
doesn't look particularly pleased either. "*My* weyrmate."

Dragon> Sharath senses that Lysseth has no answer to that, beyond, <<
I do not know. When there is happiness, then it is good, and that is
as it should be. >>

M'rgan dips his head to Aurian as he starts to back away. Behind him
Ularrith starts to stir. "Have a good night, Aurian. Give my regards
to the Weyrleader."

Aurian nods, "To you to and regards to Kena."

E'vrin echoes Aurian's words, sounding more bemused than
anything. Sharath gives the brown and rider a big, blue blink.

"I'm sure we will," Kassi agrees, with more resignation than anything
else. "Give Kena and the children m'regards, if'n you'd be so kind."
Giving E'vrin's waste a quick squeeze, she wonders, "Shall we relocate
elsewhere, mayhaps--the Bowl seems busy tonight--or need you be
getting back?"

M'rgan jumps up onto Ularrith's back, the dragon's sparkling eyes
watching closely.

Aurian glances to Kassima, "So do you want the jelly?"

Ularrith takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to
carry him aloft.
Above, Ularrith flies towards the south end of the bowl.

Kassima nods to Aurian, looking perhaps a bit abashed. "Oh,
a'course--I'm sorry. Truly, 'tis a gift I appreciate."

E'vrin slowly disentangles himself. "We /should/ go," he answers,
quiet and clear. "After our combined Fall, what with our injuries, and
the deaths ... well, discipline's tightened." He glances at Aurian and
back. "'Sides, you have this nice jelly." Ahem.

Aurian holds the jar out to E'vrin and Kassima, "One of you carry the
thing." She grins.

E'vrin holds up his hands quickly. "Not me, please!"

Kassima nods, though she raises one hand to rest momentarily on his
cheek. "M'sorry this visit didn't go better," she murmurs, with
regret. "I should have warned you that I have strange matchmaking
friends." With the other arm, she obediantly takes the large jar of
jelly, and flicks Auri a quick smile of gratitude.

You say "It's fine, it's fine. I probably didn't come off so well,
myself." He shakes his head and glances at Sharath, who heaves himself
up to a ready crouch. /Finally./ "I can try another time, eh? In the
meantime ... take care, love, and Aurian, don't feed her /too/ many
weird things? The poor baby..."

Kassima grins mischievously at her lover. "Well, I personally thought
it was hysterical when you made him grimace and cover his ears and
all. I've rarely been able t'be so evil to the man. You've got talent!
'Twill, 'twill, by all means... so long as you do the same,
Wingsecond." And she snaps a rather ridiculously exaggerated salute.

Aurian chuckles, "Better to eat too many than not enough."

E'vrin returns the salute, solemnly precise, to them both, then turns
to his dragon.

You scramble up Sharath's foreleg and shoulder to rest between two
fire-bright neckridges.

E'vrin calls down, "/You/ aren't the one who kisses her, Aurian!"

--> Aurian snorts, "Only cause of a lack of opportunity."

--> Kassima yells up to E'vrin, "Oh, so you're complaining now?" Auri
is shot a wide-eyed look.

E'vrin's laughter takes him up into the night.

[Went back to Igen.  This log ends.]