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A Banner Day

Date:  January 24, 2001
Places:  High Reaches Weyr's Skyspace, Western Bowl, and Living Cavern;
Telgar Weyr's Skyspace
Game:  PernMUSH
Copyright Info:  The World of Pern is copyright(c) to Anne McCaffrey 
l967. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright.

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Kassi's Note:  Telgar invades High Reaches once again, this time to
participate in a banner-making event.  I'sai, Talisha, and Kassi do so 
with enthusiasm and style (of a certain kind); that they also provide
the Living Cavern with a great deal of entertainment at I'sai's expense
is pure serendipity.  Meanwhile, in the Bowl, a question rises:  is 
there any greater test of devotion than the willingness to lick vtol-
guts from a besmeared paw?  Credit for this RP goes to Yenne and Doran,
the organizers.  Speaking for myself, it was wonderful fun. :)

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The Log:

<*> Lysseth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

<*> On the Star Stones, Ulanoth warbles a greeting to Green Lysseth of
Telgar Weyr.

<*> Lysseth trumpets back to the watchdragon, a ringing contralto note that
precedes her spiral towards the Bowl below by only a breath.

You fly lower in the bowl, towards the west wall.

You fly down to land gently on the ground.

Dragon> Temornath bespoke Lysseth with << Hello hello and welcome! >>

Lysseth> Temornath senses that Lysseth greets brightly, << Good evening,
and thank you! Our duties to your Weyr. >>

You slide off of Lysseth's neck to land beside her easily. She rumbles,
cocking her head down at you, and you rub her eyeridges gratefully.

Temornath is near Taralyth, peering at him. She finally decides to nudge at
his chest, playfully. Then she's polite and rumbles in greeting ot Lysseth.

Kassima vaults down from her dragon's neck as soon as she's unclipped the
straps, landing with a muted thump. "You know the rules. Be polite, don't
wreck the Bowl, etceteras etceteras." Lysseth warbles with mock-contrition.
She'll try, Mommy. The draconic assemblage receives a rumbled greeting,
lightening to a warble as she notes the Telgar dragons already present.

You meander into the tunnel to the living cavern.

Lysseth> Taralyth, backed up to his haunches, accepts the nudge with rather
more grace than the slurp would have seen - and reaches to nose down her
neck in reply; still, at Lysseth's arrival, those headknobs tilt up as he
peeks over the larger dragon, and calls clear-voiced greeting in reply.

Elie scurries over to fetch some cloth, and comes back with blue and white
pieces heaped in her arms. "Here we go," she says to the other two girls,
dumping her load on a table.

Miralin looks up and tries to catch a weaver's attention. "Do you have
burgundy and green? My grandmother would probably like the present, even if
the stitches are all crooked."

Matheny looks relieved to find out she's not terribly late and then offers,
"Our duties to the Weaverhall. What S'rist said." She gets quiet so she can
hear any instructions but does offer a smile of welcome to the other arrivals.

Gemiron walks into the cavern from the lower caverns.

Shoshana grins, settling down to look over the cloth. "What do you think we
should do?" she asks Elie and Sav.

Kassima makes her way into the room a bit cautiously, stepping aside to an
out-of-the-way place from which to get a good look at the proceedings.
"Duties t'the 'Reaches and her queens, and the Weavercraft and her
Masters," she calls amiably, if not over-loud.

Doran looks over heads at Miralin. "Aye, over here." He holds up a pleasant
medium green cloth and a stretch of burgundy.

Samuel flips through the cloth and offers Miralin a smile, "I'm sure
there's something here that would work." But Doran's already on the job.

S'rist looks over the note his second left for him with her banner ideas
and just shakes his head, "Right... and just how am I supposed to do that?"

Radar turns around with the requested cloth, and whoops under his breath.
Doran's beaten him to it.

Yenne sets her cloth down on the nearest table and waves a greeting to
Kassima, murmuring a response to her own. "Just pick up some cloth from the
apprentices. We're starting the banners."

Samuel mutters to Radar, "... need... at..."

Talisha flicks a quick glance over to the fabric bolts, "I'm not all /that/
bad with a needle, what about you?" she asks I'sai, though it's doubtful
she'll get through one row without pricking her finger. She starts walking
towards the tables to fetch some fabric, and returns with an armload of
black and white - "Wouldn't hurt to try?" she waves to Kassima with one
hand, fingers wiggling beneath the fabric in her arms.

Elie shrugs. "I don't know. Maybe, like, a winter scene? With icicles and
snow dragons and so forth?"

Meanwhile, P'ile looks more than thrilled with his unique color scheme,
laying them out and grinning over at his burly guest.

Radar nods and deposits his cloth back in his basket. This way extra fabric
is easily found if needed.

S'rist just looks over at the pile of material dubiously, a bit worried
about just what to do with all the color choices.

Doran hands a basket to an apprentice who begins making his way about the
cavern, handing out spools of thread and needles. "Careful, these are
definately sharp. Thimbles are available upon request."

I'sai turns at the mention of the Reaches' Weyrleaders, murmuring,
"Duties," with a smile that's genuine enough - if also inquisitive; then to
his new wingmate, more quietly, "Or perhaps baker colors, Talisha? Ofira
and Jorenan -are- to be handfasted, after all... and couldn't quite catch
who said something about pricking their thumb, but red sure wouldn't show
the blood as much. Though since you've got the black already. Hmm.
_Kassima_ likes black."

Matheny pokes S'rist and says helpfully, "Purple and pink. You could use
those, there seems to be more of that left than some of the other colors."

Shoshana nods a slow smile spreading across her face, "I really like that
idea." she agrees, sorting the blue and white into two piles.

Gemiron pads in slowly, muttering the whole time under his breath as he
clutches a few orders in his hands, going straight up to the master and
setting them down on the table. "Anything important happen? I had to
convince someone to give me a better description of what they wanted
instead of 'something nice'."

S'rist looks over at Math, "Do you think those go together alright?"

Kassima murmurs back a quiet, "Thankee, weyrwoman--glad t'hear I'm nay too
late." She threads her way to those colorful bolts to get a peek for
herself. "Purple and black, are there? And bronze? Although yellow would
probably do... and quite right you are, I'sai. Good t'be seeing you both."
Talisha's included in that 'both,' and gets a bright grin in exchange for
the wave.

Yenne takes needle and thread and waves Matheny over. "Got a selection
here..did you bring the drawings?"

Radar rapidly pulls several pieces of purple and pink fabric and holds them
out to the weyrleaders for inspection.

"I got us some dark blue and some light blue," Elie explains to Shoshana,
"So maybe the light blue can be, I don't know, water. Or something."

Samuel carries one of the baskets with thread and needles, answering
questions as he mills through the tables. "YOu might like this color more."
Or "how about this shade?" Before moving on to the next person.

Lysseth> Lysseth casts a sidelong glance at this nosing and nudging,
flipping her wings back neatly into a dust-trailing cloak before settling
herself in to watch this most fascinating show.

S'rist looks at the fabrics like they were live fires, then reaches out,
"Um, thanks, I guess these will do right here." He puts them down and
doesn't get much further than that.

Doran clears his throat quickly. "Okay, you should have two stretches of
your main field color, like this." He holds up a larger piece of fabric
about five hand high and seven wide. "And two smaller pieces, about half
that size. These are the emblem pieces. We'll be cutting those out shortly."

Matheny gives S'rist a kiss on the cheek and then drifts over to Yenne. A
small packet of hide is pulled from her jacket pocket, "They're a little
creased up but you can still see what they're supposed to be."

Dragon> Lysseth senses that Taralyth sparkles, starlit - he _saw_ that.

S'rist looks after Matheny, he's been left to his fate with the purple and
pink fabric.

"The light blue could be icicles and any other frozen water." Shoshana
thinks out loud. "White as snow, dark blue could be the sky?" maybe?

Yenne nods to Matheny. "Good. We can do our best then." She listens to
Doran's explanation and nods her understanding.

Lysseth> Taralyth senses that Lysseth gleams exaggerated defensiveness
back, too glowingly blue to be real. Well, what if he did? A lady has the
right to look--

P'ile looks at his pile of colors, and then at S'rist's. "Care to combine
colors, sir?"

Radar also moves around the tables in the opposite direction, checking to
see if anyone needs more fabric.

Elie rubs her nose thoughtfully. "Maybe we shouldn't be too complicated,
though. What's that he was saying about emblems? We have to have two of them?"

Lysseth> Temornath croons sweetly at Taralyth, settling down right next to
him. She nuzzles at his neck.

Doran grabs up another basket and starts walking about. "For those of you
that need them, we have templates for marking the emblem fabrics to make
cutting easier. All the standard weyr, hold and craft insignia as well as
some regional items."

S'rist looks over towards P'ile and his technicolor selection, "Well,
maybe, I should probably use some more traditional colors. Do you have
enough black that I could use some?"

I'sai mouths, 'Main... field... color...' quite as if they were the most
esoteric things to cross his path since a few hides' worth of his
wingleader's handwriting. "Maybe you two should figure this out. Or... that
girl, there, with the eyebrows; maybe she knows something?" he wonders of
the greenriders.

Elie shoots a glare at I'sai. She heard that-- and didn't appreciate it
much, from the look of her.

Shoshana nods, listening and thinking at the same time. "The white should
probably be the background, the light blue as an emblem?" she tries. She's
not good at things like these, there's a reason she didn't become a weaver.

Doran begins handing out the templates as people ask for them. "We will
need two emblems, one for each side. Each side of the banner is constructed
individually. This keeps stitching and darker colors from showing through
to the opposite side. It also makes them last longer. When they are
finished, they will be attached and make the final product."

Radar pauses by Shoshana's table. "Do you need any assistance?"

I'sai's expression, already anxious, outright falls at that reaction; he
whispers sotto voce Elie's way, "But, but, they're memorable! Even if
everyone else has them too. They're just... different."

Kassima wonders of I'sai, "Which were we doing? One for the whole Weyr,
or--Is, I should *hope* all of the girls have eyebrows." Not that this
keeps her from raising up on tip-toes to peek about in case she should be
proven wrong. Then, more quietly, "*Oh*. Her? You're free t'ask... if'n you
want t'dare the glare." She keeps her tone sotto voce, and her own glance
towards the young lady in question is sympathetic if anything.

Elie shakes her head slightly. "I think it would look better with a dark
blue background.. oh." She smiles as Radar approaches their group. "He can
help us figure it out!" And she turns to look at him expectantly.

Matheny tells Yenne, "I've never been good at these kinds of things. Which
side of the pattern is up?" The pattern is turned first one way and then
the other while Math just looks puzzled.

Talisha spots Gemiron out of the corner of her eye, recognising the weaver
in an instant. "Gem!" she calls across, but not before flicking a look
towards Elie, and rolling her eyes at I'sai. Nice. "Come help us with this
banner?"

After a few minutes, Doran stops back at the head table. "Okay, are we ready?"

Dragon> Lysseth senses that Taralyth looked - and does that make him a
lady, hmm? sparkles blued by reflecting _her_.

P'ile shakes his head at S'rist's question. "Fraid not, sir. But I've got a
nice lime green."

Shoshana looks over at Radar, as she hears his voice, "Oh yes actually I
think we do." she says softly. "Weaverish things aren't exactly something
I'm good at..." she nods, "Dark blue would be pretty." ooh she's confused.

Yenne frowns and looks at the pattern and then at the fabric. She turns the
pattern sideways. "Maybe like that?"

S'rist considers for a long moment, and then decides to go with the purple
as his main color, and the lime green for the emblem. He definately takes a
good look at the templates master Doran is passing around, looking for
something not too bad.

Radar looks down at their colors and asks, "What picture are you trying to
make?"

Samuel does another pass around the tables with the basket and then just
hovers as it seems eveyrone has what they need. Now and then he gets called
over for assitance or a different color thread.

Lysseth> Taralyth's dropped to four paws by now, and holds nicely still
under the attention - well, but for the bare ripple of muscle that is said
neck not quite arching... not quite.

Lysseth> Taralyth senses that Lysseth must grant that he isn't, blue
rippling into peacock shades glazed with green: very little of the feminine
in *him*... and that viridian shade turns tart to observe that ladies,
after all, do not frequently have other ladies nuzzling their necks.

Shoshana erms..."A winter-y scene I believe." she says hesitently, glancing
at Elie for confirmation.

S'rist looks around, "Anyone have any white or silvery material to spare?"

Gemiron blinkblinks and looks around. He heard his name somewhere among the
lecture. And it wasn't to be called on for an answer. "Someone want me?" he
calls out to the general room.

Doran smiles and steps up near Yenne. "Okay, push aside the larger pieces.
We're saving the easier part for last. Let's begin with the emblems.
Templates really are the easiest way to make them. There is an 'x' in the
upper right hand corner of each. If this 'x' is in the upper right corner,
it is in the right orientation."

Elie shrugs, looking uncomfortable. "That was my idea, but I don't really
know how we'd do it."

Yenne nods to Doran and then moves her template around. "Like this? Hey! It
looks like a sunrise now, all right." Her eyes unfocus for a moment. "No,
Temornath," she hisses, "we won't have a fish on our banner."

Matheny nods to Yenne, "That looks right. So what color for the background?
White?" Math scans over the cloth that's been selected and chews on her
lower lip.

"Guess not," I'sai sighs, with another furtive glance Elie's way - but then
further down the table, and back again. "...Hey, he's looking this way,
Talisha; call him again. An actual weaver, it's got to be good."

Lysseth> Temornath luxuriates in the attention from the bronze, nuzzling at
his neck again before settling demurely in her place.

Doran grins at Yenne. "Exactly. Now, there should be marking sticks on each
table. Simply trace within the template and that will be the lines to cut
along"

Savannah says "I think dark blue would be good."

Samuel looks over to S'rist and nods, "There's plenty of Gray and white."
He goes to fetch both colors so he can have a choice.

Talisha ker-plunks into a chair, dumping her armload of fabric onto the
table in front. "Huh? oh." she looks in Gem's direction again, then starts
waving her hand about to draw his attention their way - "Gem! Come and help
us!" she calls.

Yenne nods to Doran. "Okay, I think we can do that. Matheny, which color do
you think should be the sun?"

Radar nods slowly. "Why not use a blue background, with white along the
bottom. You could cut it unevenly to suggest it covering the ground and
various objects underneath if you wanted. Tiny silver dots could be stars
in the sky, and you could even include the frozen lake if you wanted."

S'rist pokes at his lime green fabric and looks at the templates again,
finally picking out just a big square to mark from.

Dragon> Lysseth senses that Taralyth allows - amusement warm in his mental
voice, for those are very pleasant hues indeed - that she has such an
agreeable neck, if she wished he could ask, and perhaps she might get it
nuzzled by her as well.

Elie brightens a bit. "We can do that? We don't have to use one of those
template thingies?" She looks to the other to to see what they think of the
weaver's suggestion.

Samuel clears his throat softly as he offers S'rist the white and gray
fabric, "It's not really silver, but perhaps this will work?"

Kassima suggests, still a bit confused but cheerfully so, "We could do a
silver dagger on a field of green? Or black, that would work nicely... I'm
all for a lightning bolt being in there somewhere, but it seems you Skyfire
types might protest." A wink to Talisha at that before she quips, "Oh,
grand notion," and adds an arm to the waving effort.

Shoshana tilts her head, studying the cloth, which just speaks
complications to her. She smiles slowly, he's a genius! That or he's just
creative with cloth. "I like the idea." she doesn't have any template
questions, she didnt' even understand that.

Gemiron comes padding over to the waving and screaming rider, lest she do
something else to get his attention. "Hello...in need of a weaver to help
you keep those pretty fingers from being pricked?"

Radar nods. "You can do anything you want. It's your banner. Templates are
only there if you /want/ to use them."

Doran looks over in Elie's direction. "The templates are indeed just to
makes things easier for people."

I'sai hooks the nearest chair with his toe and draws it that much closer,
slinking down into the seat thereafter; "You do like your daggers, Kassi.
And a lightning bolt's fine as long as it gets to set things on fire. I
don't suppose you'd feel like bribing him to do it for us, or do you think
'lisha has that in hand?" finishing just in time to greet Gemiron with a
bright smile.

Cloretta strides into the cavern from the lower caverns.

Radarasks, "Where do you want the snow field? In the bowl or by the lake,
or somewhere else?"

S'rist takes the white cloth with a smile, "Thanks.." he swaps it out for
the lime green, at least the white on the purple don't look too bad.

Lysseth> Taralyth senses that Lysseth's response is crisp, almost as crisp
as the lettuce-wings of a certain unfortunate wherry: she would *hardly*
wish her neck nuzzled by a *gold*. What sort of green does he take her for?
Yet she is not unaware of warmth or compliment, even if she does not openly
acknowledge either.

"By the lake," Elie decides, remembering only after she's spoken to look to
Shoshana and Savannah to see what they think.

Talisha tips her head up, all fluttering lashes and oh-so-sweet smiles to
Gem as the weaver comes over. "Well, I was just wondering if -you-.." with
a lot of emphasis on that word, "Would like to help with our banner?"
another smile then, before she turns back a moment. To Kassima and I'sai,
"I don't mind daggers - anything as long as it isn't /pink/. Silver is
good. Do they have silver?"

Shoshana looks at Elie when the question is posed. "Um...the lake?" she
offers. She glances between Sav. and Elie though, making sure they don't mind.

Savannah nods, "Sounds good, I think the lake is pretty."

"Of course no pink," I'sai scoffs, "If you'd been -wearing- it, now - " and
then all of a sudden he reddens. "Er. Not as if we're at Boll anyway. So!
About the silver. No idea."

Matheny considers for a long time and then finally says, "Gold? That would
be pretty and would look nice on the white."

Samuel waves the gray, just in case S'rist might need it. He can always
gather it up when cleanup time come around. Then turns to a table of
arguing boys and tries to give them a hand with the tunnelsnake design they
want.

Doran walks along the edges of the tables, looking down at various pieces
of cloth getting marked and cut. "Now, we have an edge stitching that works
very well for securing the emblem pieces to the field. You simply start the
needle through the edge of the emblem, cross over and bring it back up just
next to the emblem in a diagonal pattern. Like a cross of sorts."

Kassima agrees, agreeably, "I'm all for fire, but *what* should be on fire?
Pierron? Because as tempting as that is, 'twould be rather hard t'do, I
should imagine--and I'll only offer a bribe if'n *you* provide the marks."
She twists then to smile hopefully to the Weaver: please help, oh, do.
They're too clueless to survive on their own. "I'm all for nay pink; nay
idea about the silver. Why, I'sai. You're *blushing*."

S'rist goes ahead and takes the grey as well, "I can use this for some of
the ice caps I think, or something like that."

Radar nods. "That makes it easier. You could put the lake along one edge,
with the diving cliff behind it. The rest of the ground could be simply
white, with little lumps and bumps."

Gemiron smiles a silent smiles and scurries around, bringing back several
sheets of grey through a smokey kind of color. "This close enough for now?
First time it'd be best not to use any expensive colors, in case you mess
up, then it's wasted." All professional he is. "So daggers as a design?"

Doran picks up several small pieces of fabric sewn, two pieces sewn
together per item, and places them around the tables. "Here is an example
for when you are ready. No rush. Take your time."

"Am not," I'sai out-and-out lies. "And I don't have the marks; just because
you spent 'em on me doesn't mean the weavers gave me a kick-back. Put, I
don't know, a tree or something on fire." He drops his voice, nodding less
subtly than he'd like over towards Radar and the others work, "Sounds like
-they're- doing something pretty fancy. Ours will never be anything like
that unless... yeah, that gray, that's not so bad."

Yenne nods to Matheny, setting the gold cloth down and putting the pattern
down on it. "There. That'll be nice, I think." She looks up to see how the
others are doing.

S'rist traces out a square of white and carefully cuts out the emblem. Talk
about slow, at the pace he's going, he'll end up with a great square, just
about when everyone else is done.

Elie grins at Radar. "That sounds great! Do you guys mind if I cut the
white part?" she asks the other two, reaching for a pair of scissors.

Lysseth> Chaedanth has arrived.

Lysseth> Kandri slides down Chaedanth's side, with a helpful forepaw, to
the ground.

Shoshana nods, studying the cloth somemore. Oh the diving cliff she forgot
about that. "Alright." she shakes her head at Elie, "Oh not at all."

Kandri walks in from the tunnel to the bowl.

Savannah grins, "Go ahead."

Doran spots S'rist begining his square. "If you wish to make a straight
line, the flat edges of the templates are excellent for this."

Talisha smirks softly - it was all her convincing, really, or at least
that's what she'd like to think. "Pink on /me/? Never again." Not until the
next time anyway. She inches her chair across, wood creaking beneath her
light weight, to make some more room for Gemiron. "Uhm. I think Kassi wants
daggers, and fire. Oooh. Maybe we can have a tuber on fire? That'd
represent Pierron without being out-and-out rude. And you /are/ blushing
I'sai. Don't deny it."

Lysseth> Taralyth, from his repose, lifts sparkling eyes on the older
brown; his warble's greeting, light with but a hint of electric undercurrent.

Radar shakes his head. "It's your banner. Let me get you some of the
silvery-gray fabric for the lake surface." He goes back to the baskets and
digs around until he finds what he needs.

Lysseth> Chaedanth has been here the whole time...he really didn't just
land. Rumble.

"Unless...? We could have two crossed daggers over a lightning bolt that's
setting fire to Pierron. That's pretty fancy," Kassi supposes, though she
does cast a worried look towards Radar's group. "And you are *so*... ooh! A
*tuber* on fire. I *like* that. D'you think we could do that, Weaver?"
Another hopeful look towards poor Gemiron. "With that grey cloth for the
daggers. That sounds good."

Lysseth> Temornath rumbles once, edging a little closer to Taralyth.

S'rist stops his cutting to use the template straight edge to mark out a
true square. He smiles a bit as he realizes his first cut was straight, so
he doesn't have to start over completely.

I'sai sniffs, "I can so deny anything, and I -will-. So there. And a tuber
on fire sounds good to me. So long as it's not too, um, ... " he gestures
vague lumpiness, "...Big."

Elie takes up the scissors and starts cutting, her tongue protruding
slightly from between her lips as she concentrates on her work. When she's
done, she has two matching pieces in a rough triangular shape. Two sides
are straight and taper to a diamond's point, but the top side is wavy, like
a landscape of snow.

Yenne looks over toward Doran. "Our design is simple, sir. Just a golden
sunrise on a white background. Does it look like we're doing all right so
far?"

Matheny gets drug back into the kitchens to settle a minor dispute over a
scrap of blue cloth.

Lysseth> Lysseth curves her neck to turn her head, noticeably, from the
sight of the cuddly metallics. She sees no evil, hears no evil.

Matheny steps away from the tables and heads into the busy kitchen.

Doran walks over to Yenne. "That looks very nice indeed. I think it will
make a nice banner."

Dragon> Lysseth senses that Taralyth takes her for - now, how would she
like to be taken? (O ashen-winged one, long-winged one, ...sharp-winged one.)

Gemiron is innocent and ignorant of the strange symbolism of a tuber
representing a person. But why not? "Uhmm...we could do a tuber on
fire...but fire is hard to do and it will end up looking rather plain. And
the lightning bolt might just end up being a cut zig zag of yellow..but we
have practice with daggers..." Just giving them so options, yup.

Kandri appears from under a table with a roll of light blue thread and
glares at Danielle. "Don't throw it." She tells the girl sternly, sitting
back down and handing the roll to one of her wingriders.

Shoshana grins, "That's really good Elie." she says as the work is
finished. Better than she would've done anyway.

Elie shrugs the compliment off. "What's really going to make it look nice
is if we can do some pretty stars."

Savannah stitches the lake surface to the banner background neatly. She
looks over, "Ooh, very nice."

Doran looks over at Elie's work. "Yes, indeed, good work."

Elie flushes in pleasure. "Well, thanks."

"I know." Talisha says, taking up a fold of the grey fabric and rubbing it
between her hands. "Why don't we use this stuff for the daggers, crossed
like Kassi said.. and then white as lightening with a strip of yellow down
the middle? To make it look hot. And you can do it on a black
background."She looks to the weaver a moment, then continues. "And flames
can be red, then orange, and yellow. All overlapping? Easily done." Now the
weaver gets to sew for them too. "You can deny it, but I still saw it." She
says quietly - that meant for I'sai.

Yenne listens to some unheard comment and sighs. She takes the chalk and
begins outlining what may be a small fish. In pink.

Shoshana grins, "What else do we need?" she asks Elie, "We have to lake and
the snow."

Lysseth> Taralyth senses that Lysseth has elements of ash and edge, and
also of ice, drawn along her spine despite that pose of casual
obliviousness--but it's a good question, isn't it? A hint of that blue glow
peeks back. Ah, now, she can think of ways. But if she *told* him... then
there would be no more mystery.

Danie sticks her lower lip out at her mother's reprimand and slumps in her
chair. Watching as Kandri leans over one portion of the work being done and
then glances up at Doran, trying to catch the craftseconds eye.

I'sai takes the better part of valor and just says, "Good idea, weaver.
Talisha. Lys - Kassima," sitting up thereafter to try and get a gander at
the lake-banner in progress over there.

Doran notices Danie looking and steps over. "How are you coming along?"

S'rist finishes cutting out his white square and positions it on the field
of purple he's stretched out. He plays with the turning of the square quite
a bit, not quite sure if he wants it flat, or on point like a diamond, or
just twisted a little bit.

Dragon> Lysseth senses that Taralyth glints, yes, disbelief: no more
mystery, from her? Unthinkable.

Samuel finishes speaking with the crowd of boys with their 'snake pattern
and then stands quietly for a moment while no one seems to need his help.

"The diving cliff?" Elie says. "It should go right about there, I think,"
she adds, pointing. "And some stars, if we can find silver to do them in."

Kassima suggests, after treating I'sai to a brief raspberry, "White inside
yellow, mayhaps, since white's the hotter color--but I like that otherwise.
I like that quite a bit. Just so long as I don't need t'make the tuber,
because I'm incompetant there." Is gets an odd look, but brief.

Gemiron raises his eyebrows as they all obviously expect -him- to sew it.
"'Scuse me? Are all riders so inept at sewing their own leathers that they
can't sew part of a banner?" Deliberate goading to get them to work, it's a
good idea.

Danie sighs and points at her little banner. "The string keeps breaking!"
The little girl says. Kandri watches Doran and her daughter a moment and
then clears her throat. The ten turn old turns to look at her mother and
flushes a bit. "What did I do wrong?" Danie says in a more polite tone to
the crafter.

Shoshana nods, "Silver?" she looks around, trying to spot any.

Radar asks,"Maybe the diving cliff by the lake?"

Savannah says "I'm sure we can find some silvery fabric."

Lysseth> Taralyth senses that Lysseth glimmers back delicate humility.
Kind, kind of him to think not. But she wouldn't want to risk it, would
she? For then she might *bore* him.

Talisha plucks up a needle from a basket left on the end of the table, "I
can sew. But don't blame /me/ if the lines are all raggedy and out of
place." she starts threading the needle up, at the same time fishing
through the basket for scraps of tuberish-colour fabric. "I'll make the
tuber. One of you can make the fire."

Doran smiles and leans over. "Well, once you get it through the cloth it
only has to be snug, no need to pull really tight. If you feel it not
wanting to come through any more, that is usually enough."

S'rist finally ends up placing the large white square on a point, making a
diamond in the middle of the purple field. He then pins it in place with
needles and starts sweing the emblem into place.

Elie takes up the scissors again and snips out another piece of white, this
one an elongated strip that butts against the edge of the banner. "Does
this look like the cliffs to you guys?"

Radar shows the silvery-gray fabric he brought with him. "This should do
the trick for the lake. Do you want to include either of the moons?"

Savannah nods at Elie, "Looks good to me, ooh, the moons, we could have the
moons, too."

Kassima has no pride: she answers, quite honestly, "Close. I can stitch
well enough, but art's another matter--I could do the knives, though." Of
course she'd volunteer for those. Of *course*. "Since there's a pattern,
didn't you say? And Is, since the fire will be nearly as red as your
blushing, you're the obvious choice for that."

Danie looks surprised and then, "OH!" And sits up to pick up her little
banner. An attempt at a brown dragon it looks like, except most of the
string is hanging out where it broke off. "Thanks." Kandri tells Doran as
she appears besides her daughter, holding out more string. "Watch your
fingers." kandri tells Danielle, before looking up at Doran. "I think we're
running into some problems of our own with the Blizzard Wing Banner."

"Sure it does!" Shoshana says brightly about Elies cliff. She nods,
"Moons're nice, lets just have one of them though, two will clutter it up
too much though." it can be one of those nights where you can only see one.

Miralin says "I think this party calls for some wine. Would anyone like
something to drink?"

Gemiron ahems and whips away the black banner he had been holding. "First
you need to cut out the pattern of each shape before you sew anything on.
And it is easier if, say, you sew the yellow strip down on the white
lighting and then sew that whole thing on to the banner."

I'sai pleads, "This isn't leather. It's - it's different. Zigzags I could
cut, if you want fire, and - did someone say wine?" He turns.

Yenne gets her things cut out with Matheny's help. She carefully sets the
fish to one side and then experimetns with the placing of the sunrise,
turning it this way and that on the white background. She looks up and
helplessly around for a Weaver.

Doran smiles and taqps his finger lightly on the table. "And be careful to
keep the threading from tangling." He looks up at Kandri. "Oh?"

Radar nods and asks, "Would you prefer some thin, pale white fabric? Or did
you agree on a night sky?"

Dragon> Lysseth senses that Taralyth flicks light at her at _that_, like so
much lakewater - or perhaps that spiced with the mineral heat of the
springs: teasing Lysseth!

Shoshana nods and hearing some people who're milling around the kitchen
mutter something about 'faint smell of burning berry filling.' she
grimices, "I have to go fix something." she blurts out and dashes toward
the kitchen and the pie she left in the oven a few miniutes too long.

Kandri nods to Doran and gestures to what has been amassed on the table.
"Seems we can't all agree on one pattern. Not that I find any of them
pleasing." She sighs and taps out a few. One being something of a snowflake
with a blue background. Another is odd, like a white tornado or some such.
There are a few others too. "What do you think?" Kandri asks.

Samuel waits an uncertain moment before crossing over towards Yenne and
Matheny, "did you need any help?" he asks quietly, still holding a basket
of supplies.

Kassima likewise perks up at the magic word. "Did someone mention liquor?"
she half-echoes. "That's a notion I could drink to, nay pun intended--oh,
well, that's making sense. Can you show me how t'get started with the
knives?" That's asked of Gemiron, her tone a bit apologetic. "Unless
'twould be trouble for you."

S'rist keeps stitching slowly, taking his time as he's not quite sure what
to do after he finishes the emblem.

Talisha finishes rumaging through the basket and plunks back into her chair
- holding a piece of fabric in the /exact/ colour of a tuber. "Pefect." she
mutters, almost to herself, before turning pleading eyes on Gem. "Couldn't
you sew? I think I could put some fabric scraps behind this on the banner,
to make it stick out. That'd be eye-catching. If'n the flames aren't
enough. And /that/ sounds like a good idea. I'sai to do the fire?" she
asks, looking straight as the wingsecond.

Doran rubs his chin. "How about that whirlwind looking one with some
smaller snowflakes to either side of it?"

Yenne smiles in relief as Samuel approaches. "Yes. We can't decide how best
to place the sunrise." She's got that cut out and keeps moving it around on
the background. "Or whether to include the fish," she adds, sotto voce.

Cloretta strides through the archway, into the lower caverns.

Gemiron sighs and still holds the banner back and smiles to the group. "You
guys put the shapes together, and I'll sew them on the banner, since I'm
probably more adept at sewing things this size, will that please you
ridernesses?"

Lysseth> Taralyth senses that Lysseth doesn't flinch away, taking the
splash of light as her due retribution--letting it glow in droplets against
her coalescing facets. Almost archly rises the question, would he expect
(or want) anything else?

Kandri raises a brow and turns back to look at the two. "That wouldn't be a
bad thought actually." She says in a contemplative tone. "Either one seemed
so plain..." The wingleader keeps up a running commentary as she snatches
up a hide nearby with a number of sketches and quickly adds another one.
"Hmmm..." A glance at Doran with a grin. "Thanks."

Miralin puts her needle carefully through a corner of the burgundy fabric
and gets up. "I'll just run into the kitchen and grab a couple of skins."

Elie excuses herself to the people at her table, "I'll be back..." and
hurries off toward the lower caverns.

Miralin steps away from the tables and heads into the busy kitchen.

Elie wanders through the archway, into the lower caverns.

I'sai tries, "I _think_ it was ... her, Kassi?" and nods towards the
black-haired, black-haired girl in her Tillek sweater. "You pick; you're
better at that sort of thing. And ... all right, Talisha, I'll give it a
try." He even reaches for the implements in question, to boot, though he
has to laugh; "'Your ridernesses'? Sounds like a girl-thing."

Samuel watches the way the sunrise keeps moving this way and that and then
eyes the fish, "Well, I guess it all depends on what the fish means. You
could put the sunrise like this...may I?" He doesn't really wait for an
answer but reaches in to make a quick adjustment, "And put the fish
say...like this?" Again he does quick tilt. "Or you could put the fish in
the sunrise. Though I'm not sure just what they would be saying."

Doran smiles "My pleasure." And moves on. "Okay, how is everyone else doing?"

Elya walks back into the living cavern and grins at everyone.

S'rist finishes stiching one side of his square, and turns it around to
start working on the other side. His stiches aren't elegant, but they show
his military bent, nice orderly stiches all in a row.

Savannah yawns widely, "Ooh, I'm beat. Thanks for your help. I think me and
Elie and Shoshana will be able to finish this up later."

Dragon> Lysseth senses that Taralyth might: Lysseth-of-the-teasing,
Lysseth-of-the-promises, ...Lysseth of the oh so fierce flame in battle.

Radar carefully rolls up the half-finished banner. He says, "I'll leave
this with Jacera for safekeeping. And have a good night's sleep!"

Kassima mutters in a merciful undertone, "You're certainly nay a girl,
I'sai. Girls can't knock up m'Wingriders." Touche. "Looks as though she's
gone t'get something, mayhaps? And that sounds all right t'me, Your
Weaverness." She bows low to Gemiron, only half-facetious. "I like that,
Talisha. The tuber would be a bit puffy, wouldn't it?"

Savannah smiles, getting up and stretching, "Thank you so much. This was
great!"

Yenne laughs. "No, let's not put the fish -in- the sunrise. Down below like
you had a minute ago looks much better." She moves the fish and then steps
back, looking. "Yes. Much better, I think. Now we sew it down?"

Kandri nibbles her lower lip as those at Blizzard table start discussing
the banner in depth. It seems to be so serious until Kandri lets out a
laugh and lightly smacks the arm of the rider next to her. "Alright..." She
agrees to whatever was said and sits down to begin the cutouts.

Talisha can't help but laugh at the 'your riderness', but shaking her head
in amusement, simply starts to cut away at her fabric - turning it into the
vague shape of a tuber. "Good, your doing the sewing, I'sai's doing the
fire, and Kassima's doing the knives.. everything is well and good." She
does lean across to Gemiron then, "Thanks for your help, too." With a nod
to Kassi, she starts picking up all the fabric scraps, and positioning them
on the table - covering them then with her tuber shape. "Perfect."

Savannah wanders through the archway, into the lower caverns.

S'rist takes some of the lime green fabric and chews his lip as he looks it
over, "Anyone know if this is close enough to pass for grass?"

Samuel draws back his hands, smiling to Yenne, "yes, that's right. Do you
have thread for that?" He smiles and adds, "I really like the sunset idea,
but what /is/ the fish about? If I might ask."

Doran looks at S'rist's green and turns to grab a darker emerald green.
"How about this?"

Gemiron grins since someone laughed at his joke, and finally sits down,
folding up the banner in front of him. "Yes, that includes bronzeriders
making the shapes, go do fire." Go go, go do the sewing. "Do try to make
them look like -flames- as well, and not nice wave thingies."

Lysseth> Taralyth senses that Lysseth pings a silver tendril against a
certain thought. Promises? What has she promised lately? Unless it is death
to Thread that he means, a thought which would likely receive the same
pleased rumbling as his last; not quite a purr, too mixed with the rich
burgundy of finest Benden to be so thoroughly tactile, yet surely close
cousin.

Danie is looking much happier with her mini-banner as she carefully starts
stitching her dragon cutout to the green background. All the while humming
under her breath.

Yenne laughs. "That's at Temornath's insistence," she tells Samuel. "She's
fond of them and sometimes other dragons will bring them to her..it's a
very long story. But I think it's an appropriate little touch and Temornath
tells me that Jenryth doesn't mind, so..."

Elya admires the banners as she wanders around the living cavern, peering
over shoulders. "They look wonderful," she admits.

Miralin wanders in from the busy kitchen.

Lysseth> Taralyth's whirling gaze spins more slowly now with Belior's
passage across the sky, his muzzle rested beneath the prismatic curve of
one wing; still, from that wing-cast shadow diamondine facets even now
reflect she who's curled beside him, and those who crouch not far distant -
as well as other dragons who return to their ledges overhead, and now and
again a passing vtol. ...Like this one. He pokes a paw at it.

Miralin emerges from the kitchen with a few wineskins slung over her
shoulders. "For some reason there is only one skin of red left. Anyone care
to fess up?"

S'rist smiles to the master and takes the darker color, "Thanks, that does
look a lot more like grass." He peers at it a bit, like he's not trying to
remember where he was going to put the green on the banner.

Samuel nods slowly and gives a soft chuckle, "well, I guess you have to
keep your lifemate happy." He hovers for a moment longer, "Do you need help
with anything else?"

Kassima quips brightly as she, too, reaches for instruments of havoc,
"Burn, baby, burn." She pulls a knife from her belt to set before her,
studying it as she carefully marks out a dagger-shaped pattern on the
cloth. With vague horror, "Only one 'skin of Red? That sounds like a story
mums tell their children a'fore they sleep t'give 'em nightmares."

Yenne looks a little embarrassed. "Got any bronze fabric left, Apprentice?
The golds want to add a dragon as well."

Elya leans across a table to speak to S'rist. "You know, if you make blades
of grass with those materials, you can lay one color next to the other and
make it look like it's got shadows."

"But I'd bet - er, _say_ - they could knock them down," I'sai says back to
Thunderbolt's leader; but then his sandy brows twitch in, "I'm just not
sure about the, what was that, not nice wave thingies. But jagged,
certainly, jagged sounds easy enough," and with cloth and shears now in
hand, he gives the fabric a token glance and starts merrily snip-snipping
away.

Radar walks over to Kandri's table and asks, "How are things going over here?"

Samuel grins and chuckles, "I think I can find something. Hold on a
moment." He moves towards the bolts of cloth and then returns to Yenne with
two choices in 'near bronze' cloth. "You have a choice, or you can make her
two."

S'rist listens to the advice, "I was thinking of more like a..." then he
gets an idea and starts cutting the two greens to make the grass carpet look.

Miralin pours herself a glass of white and passes the wineskins around
before sitting down before her materials again. "If I could just paint
this, it would be much simpler."

Lysseth> Lysseth is still bent on ignoring a certain bronze most visibly,
her back, neck, and tail all curving away from him. Let the vtol be a
carnivorous vtol, and let it chew Taralyth's talon right off. Let Temornath
then 'aww-poor-baby' him until the bovines come home. See if it bothers her.

Yenne looks at the two colors, considering. "Maybe two, then." Her eyes
unfocus. "No, one. Holding the fish."

"So I'sai.." Talisha manages to strike conversation in a light tone - still
snip-snipping at her next piece of fabric, "..what is it that is wrong with
Alessi? You never did tell me, and now I won't be able to talk to her for a
while. So, do tell?" her gaze stays firmly fixed on the 'tuber' in her
hands, and she even goes as far to start sewing it up, full of stuffing.

Kandri glances up at Radar and smiles wryly. "As good as I'de expect with
these numb fingered twits." She says sarcasticly, a nod at two of her
riders who are currently arguing over the shape of a snowflake. And so the
wingleader rolls her eyes and sighs. "I've got the snowflakes drawn out,
just need them cut out. Care to help?"

Doran smiles and looks around. "Okay, who's ready to start sewing these two
sides together?

Elya places her hands on her hips and surveys the others. "Who needs a hand?"

Samuel nods and sets both colors down for Yenne, "Perhaps you could cut the
body on one shade and wings in another. Though that might be a little too
much work to stitch down."

Kassima asks Talisha in a voice that just drips mock-astonishment and
amusement, "Oh, you hadn't *heard*? I'm afraid 'tis more his news than mine
t'share, poor man. And he should beware of itching powder down the pants."
She chews on her lip in concentration as she finally sets to the task of
cutting. These are *knives*; she's going to be careful. "I don't think
we're quite ready. Are we? Still need the lightning--"

Yenne shakes her head at Samuel's suggestion, finally picking the darker of
the bronze shades offered. "This one will be fine. You've got a template we
could use to cut the dragon out with?"

Radar says, "Sure, not a problem as long as you don't mind random shapes."

Lysseth> Temornath is perfectly content where she is. She's the one sitting
and enjoying the moonlight with the nice bronze, see. No need to show pique
at all, indeed not. She croons happily and sweetly.

S'rist makes a nice little field of green along the bottom of his white
diamond emblem, lips pinched as he uses up dozens of the little sticking
pins to hold things in place.

"She can't do much more drills," snip snip snip, "Because she's only just a
rider," snip, snip, "And she's already with child." Snip. I'sai stops.
Looks over. "And it's my fault." Snip again, and that time he cuts off more
than he'd no doubt intended.

Doran nods and continues walking. "Alright, take your time."

Samuel nods, "I think so. Master Doran has so many. Let me see what I can
find for you." What he returns with, after digging through the basket, is a
fairly nice dragon-shape, but well used it would seem. "How's this?"

Kandri chuckles a bit. "Hey, they're snowflakes. How much more random can
you get? As long as they are vaguely correct." She says, cutting away at
her own white bit of fabric. "What have you been up to Radar? Don't see you
all that often."

Elya shrugs and finds an out of the way spot to observe. "If anybody needs
any help..." she says, her voice trailing off.

Talisha finishes with her tuber and holds it out for Gem to take, "That
parts done. I'll start on the lighten-" blink. She looks up at I'sai then,
whatever she /was/ saying catching in her mouth. "Oh." and then, snip-snip
as she starts on the lightening. "Well...*cough*."

Kassima confirms a little too cheerfully, "He's the veritable Lord of
Virility, all right. Y'know, Is, if'n you'd just start charging stud fees
and gave me a cut of the profits, I *might* forgive you for this. Oh,
wine!" She immediately drops her half-finished dagger to reach for a 'skin
as they're passed around. "White. But Benden yet... oh, Harper?" she calls
towards Elya hopefully. "You're looking for someone t'help? Mayhaps you
could help us? I've another dagger yet t'finish, and 'twouldn't want us
t'fall too far behind."

Radar grins and starts to cut and trim. He says, "I've been busy lately.
I've traveled to various weyrs on Weaver business, and collected a few
commission to fit in with all my classes. I've worked a couple of dinners,
and got chosen to help make the clothing for Craftmaster Ofira and Master
Jorenan's handfasting party. This is my first trip home."

Miralin picks up a pair of shears and a bit of thicker black cloth, and
starts making tiny snips into it. She turns the cloth this way and that.
Her black brows knit themselves together.

Yenne nods. "That's perfect, Apprentice. Thank you. Now we've got
everything we need. Just have to cut out the dragons. Do you do banners a
lot?"

Elya hops off the stool she'd perched on and joins Kassima. "Sure. Point me
at what you want me to do."

Jamal walks into the cavern from the lower caverns.

Gemiron just sits there quietly taking the tuber from the speechless
greenrider, putting it on the laid out banner and moving it to various
positions thoughtfully. "I'll prolly need the other parts so I can konw
where to fit them all on here." Not his business , nope nope.

S'rist starts to carefully stich the green into place, licking his lips in
concentration.

Samuel shakes his head slowly, lingering near Yenne's table as he watches
her cut out the fabric. No one else seems to be calling him for help. "Not
a lot. Sometimes for classes, but most of my work is clothes lately. At
least it's what I've been trying to do more. I like it better."

A louder snip this time as punctuation, and I'sai requests of the harper,
"Distract her. Please. I don't much care how you do it. ...And, uh, some of
that wine wouldn't hurt either."

Miralin folds her little black square of cloth and cuts into it some more.
Snip snip snip. It gets tinier and tinier.

Elya nods at I'sai as she passes. She deftly snags the skin of Benden's red
and carries it with her. "Thought you might be thirsty," she suggests to
Kassima as she sets it down near the banner.

Kandri smiles and nods a touch. "We've missed you, that is for sure." She
says, setting aside one finished snowflake and preparing to start on
another. "How is the South Boll region this time of year?"

Talisha careully cuts out the lightening shapes, jagged bolts taking shape
in a rather short amount of time. She looks up at I'sai, brows twitching
into a slight frown, though an amused grin flickers into life at Kassima's
comment. "Okay then!" she starts, handing those lightening bolts to Gem.
"What else do we need to do?"

Kassima beams at Elya, relieved. "Bless you. Could you cut out a dagger
shaped like this one," and here she indicates her own belt-knife resting on
the table, "from that grey cloth? T'match this one I'm doing? Only you'll
probably do a better job of it; I'm nay much of an artist. Faranth,
thankee!" If she was beaming before, she's outright radiant-ing now. "I owe
you a favor or two, Apprentice--forgive me; what's your name?"

Radar grins widely. "Hot! And that's nice, because a lot of the women run
around half-dressed. Like that Master Keara when she visited yesterday."

S'rist stops after the first one and looks at it closer, "Oh shells... I
used white thread. Is there any green thread floating about?"

Yenne nods to Samuel as she starts pinning the cutouts on the white and
sets about threading the needle. Squinting at the thread, she nods once.
"So you do clothes a lot? Maybe I'll have to come down and commission
something again. Don't have but a couple of nice dresses, a bathing suit
and my work clothes." She grins triumphantly as the needle is threaded and
starts stitching the designs on.

Elya nods, smiling, as she takes up the grey cloth. "Apprentice Elya, m'am.
And I'd be glad to."

Jamal steps away from the tables and heads into the busy kitchen.

Kandri's brows go up and then she laughs. "I hope you're keeping the bottom
half of your clothing on and not half-dressing the other way." There is a
twinkle in her eyes as she glances up from the snowflake a moment.

Lysseth> Within the trail end of that croon may be heard - for those not
ignoring, not even so tastefully - the squelch of a, well, squish. At which
point Taralyth stares dubiously at his vtol-grimed paw, and gives it a few
token shakes. Vtol captured, yes, but... _dirty_ paw! He turns soulful eyes
on the others: now what?

Gemiron points to the daggers in making and then to the flames sitting
there doing nothing. "Those still need to be done. The fire can be put on
the top of the tuber, and the daggers can be crossed under the tuber, with
the lightning right down the middle. That good?"

Samuel looks as though he's fighting back the urge to reach in and help
Yenne with the pinning. He lets out a loud beath when she finishes and
grins at her, or perhaps at his own desire to put his nose into the work
going on. "It would be nice if you did. You could enjoy the warmth of Boll
after being fitted for some nice clothes."

Doran smirks as he sees Samuel holding back.

Lysseth> Chaedanth is watching. Has been from the start. Now he snorts and
turns to contemplate Belior. Young folk.

Kassima picks up that 'skin of Red for a drink, eyes fluttering closed as
she exhales a blissful sigh. "'Twill never, never tire of this wonderful
drink. But I'm neglecting m'work." She sets down the wine a bit regretfully
to try and finish her cutting in double-time, an apologetic glance making
its way to the Weaver. "I'm nay ma'am, I'm afraid. I'm just Kassima, green
Lysseth's rider. Well met and all that."

"Not as if it was outside a flight," I'sai mutters Talisha's way, "But
still - " stopping short as that other weaver mentions Keara's name;
carefully, he sets down the shears. "All done. Who gets the, ah, flame?
Fire? Whatever? Elya, keep track of those favors; she has a lot of marks,
does this wingleader."

S'rist finally gets his hands on some green thread and goes back to work on
the grass on his banner, lost in a world of little stiches.

Yenne stitches, slowly and carefully for all that it's uneven. "I could,"
she tells Samuel distractedly. "Be nice to visit the family. I've got
relatives at the Hold. It's a nice place."

Elya grins as she cuts the shape of the dagger out. "/Just/ Kassima, green
Lysseth's rider? I beg to differ about that just."

Radar nods and says, "I have to. Apprentices aren't allowed to do anything
fun." He looks down and asks, "Are these enough snowflakes?"

Doran makes his way around to S'rist and looks down at his freshly cut
grass pieces. "Actually, those two shades of green look nice together like
that."

"Didn't say it was." Tali says across the table to I'sai, still speaking
with a rather pleasant smile upon her lips. "Anyway.. fire. Uhm...pass them
here and I'll give them to Gem?" she reaches across for said flames and
then, being closer, allows I'sai a sincere smile, "Nothing wrong with
having lots of kids." And whether that helps, or makes it worse, is only up
to him.

Jamal strolls in from the busy kitchen.

Kandri laughs a little and then pauses. She leans in to glance at the
snowflakes gathered and nods. "Oh goodness me, that should be more than!"
She reports, setting her own on the tabletop. "Now for the whirlwind...Why
don't you pick out the best of that collection?"

Samuel suggests kindly to Yenne, "Try making the stitches a little
smaller?" he motions to the work with a hand and smiles, "Very nice though.
And, if you have family over near there, you really should come visit.
Depending on how your relations are with your family you could cut out with
the excuse for 'weaver fittings'. I know I'd like an excuse when I visit my
kin. ONly about a few candlemarks and I'm itching."

Kassima isn't beyond murmuring, "Speaking of outside of flights,
technically speaking... you're one t'talk of keeping track, Is; you've
still nay collected on that favor I've owed you for Turns. Or the
knife-lessons, either." She winds her scissors carefully around the 'hilt'
in the cloth as she assures Elya, "Lyss would, too, but I can promise you
I'm hardly a respectable sort. Just ask... anyone in the Weyr, really.
That's looking good--how's mine?" She holds up the completed and, to her
credit, mostly recognizable dagger-shape.

Radar chuckles and puts the scissors down to massage his sore hand. Then he
quickly picks out a dozen or so snowflakes. "Is this enough?"

Elya nods as she studies the cloth-dagger. "Ah...lovely. Quite well done."

Gemiron smiles politely and sets the tuber down, then arranges the
lightning bolt right to strike right in the middle, though angled off to
the side. "Yes, the flame thingy, and the daggers that well-marked
wingleader is making," he murmurs pleasantly, sitting back and watching.

Yenne chuckles. "I get along well with Auntie Dy. She's pretty relaxed as
far as family goes. Very easy to get along with." At the suggestion, she
frowns and nods, attempting to make smaller stitches. "This better?"

S'rist finishes putting in the grass and considers the next part. "Can I
get someone to help me make a few shapes out of this grey? I can't draw
well enough to make them look right."

Kandri glances over and nods. "It certainly does!" She says, gathering all
the pieces together. The assembly of fabric on fabric is pretty easy, but
there she pauses. "What next?" A glance at Radar, the apprentice, with a
smile.

Samuel nods and asks, "doesn't it feel better when you're stitching? More
controled?" He squints at the work and then asks, "what sort of gather
dress were you thinking of?" Nothing like getting in weaver-work while
teaching.

I'sai stops fidgeting with the flame-shape and rather gratefully passes it
Gemiron's way; "Knife-lessons, yeah, we'll have time someday. Maybe when
you're done with that ... that thing, with the dancing, and the weavers and
all. That." His sidelong glance at Talisha is accompanied by a lowered
voice; "So, you'll still ... look in on her, and all?"

Doran blinks at Yenne. "Auntie Dy? As in Lady Holder Dyane of Boll?"

Radar says, "We get to sew the snowflakes on. I'll do that part while you
make sure they're positioned right." He quickly threads a needle with white
flax thread and starts to sew.

Yenne fits the two pieces together and begins stitching them. "Well, I
don't know about anything fancy enough for a gather. Something to relax in
would be nice. Maybe to wear on the beach, when I'm down on a visit. Got a
room to keep things in at the Hold, too." She looks up at Doran and nods.
"Yep, that's her. You know my aunt?"

Kandri nods at that. "Alright." She says, rearranging a few flakes against
the blue background. "So is there any girl at Boll in particular you like
walking around with her top off?" She has to tease. Its in a brownriders
nature after all. At least this ones.

Doran smiles. "Know her? My, we're practically neighbors! I go to Boll
quite a bit for supplies."

Samuel chuckles softly, "She is the Lady Holder." He murmurs to himself
with a smile. "If you've got things well in hand, I think I see someone who
needs a hand.

Kassima repeats in surprise, looking down at herself as though expecting to
see her clothes covered with stripes, "Well-marked? Thankee, Elya; you're
generous, but I'm pleased 'twill do." She passes it over too, and tucks her
thumbs through her belt, now watching to see the pieces be assembled.
"That'll be a bit yet. Plenty of work t'be done yet. I don't suppose--Elya,
you're a Harper; you wouldn't be interested in coming t'play music for a
little shindig Telgar's throwing in a bit, would you?"

Radar's face turns pink and he shakes his head. "Nahh, they don't walk
around topless. Just in...short tops. Katlynn likes to wear clothes that
show her stomach."

Elya looks up from her own dagger-cutting, and a grin quirks up one side of
her mouth. "Well now, of course I would. Cleared with the Master Harper, of
course. With perhaps a few other apprentices and journeymen? If that meets
your approval?"

Lysseth> Taralyth sidelongs a glance at Chaedanth, at that snort - and then
at sharp-winged Lysseth who, though older, reveals fewer signs of wear -
and finally, self-consciously, starts scraping his paw against the stone.

Yenne nods to Samuel. "I think I'll be all right. Thank you so much for
your help, Apprentice. I'll be sure to try and look you up next time I go
to your hall." She takes a few more stitches and grins at Doran. "Auntie
Dy's wonderful, isn't she? And Uncle Tarin too."

Talisha plucks at a bit of the background fabric, as she relaxes back into
her seat, "Of course I will. She's a friend." And that in her opinion, is
answer enough, so she slides the background fabric across to Gemiron. "All
done now?" she asks, casting a look over at Kassi's daggers then back to
Gem again.

Lysseth> Temornath looks at Taralyth for a time and croons something softly
to him.

Lysseth> Chaedanth hazards another glance at the bronze and rises from his
haunches to move over near Temornath. The gold gets a sweet little croon as
he settles again near her. Of course his eyes then go to the moons above.

Doran nods. "Aye, indeed they are. Good people."

Samuel gives a smile to Yenne and then hurries over to S'rist with a small
blinks of dark eyes, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help but notice that you needed
something.

Gemiron smiles as he gets the finished pieces then deftly sews on the tuber
first, making soft thwop-thwop-thwop sounds with each small stroke. Next he
places the daggers down, crossed underneath and sews them in place, then
comes the flame on the tuber, followed by the bolt of lightning. "I hope
so, otherwise you guys are doing something I don't know about," he mutters,
then flashes a smile as he holds up the banner.

Kandri grins a bit at that and nods. "You like this Katlynn then?" She
asks, reaching for her cold mug of klah. The sip reveals this fact and she
makes a slight face.

I'sai says after a moment, still watching her, "I'm glad." There's the
slightest pause. "Sometimes people let friends slip by; even clutchmates.
J'var, he - well." Just in time, there's Gemiron's banner to sit up and
admire.

S'rist smiles to the weaver, "Yes, I want to make two profiles of figres to
go on this grass. One standing and looking to the sky, watchfully, the
other laying back on the grass, taking a bit of a nap."

Jamal watches with intense interest all the sewing going on.

Yenne grins. "They're wonderful, and they've been very kind to my brother
and me since we arrived up here. Sent us fruits in winter and whatnot." She
pauses and looks at her banner. It's mostly done, but one of the dragons
seems to have a fish on his back instead of in its talons.

Jamal peer over at the banner yenne is working on.

"It does," Kassi confirms warmly, "it does very much indeed. 'Twill be a
ball, y'see--a Masquerade, I'm planning at the moment. So we'll need plenty
of music for dancing and such... oh," she exclaims in response to the
banner, "that looks marvelous!"

Radar finishes sewing the snowflakes on and says, "Yeah, but just as a
friend. She's got a special guy that she likes." He examines the banner and
asks, "Does anything else need to be sewed on before the two pieces are
attached?"

Talisha takes a look over at the banner, attention drawn to that instead of
I'sai. "Looks great!" she offers the weaver a bright smile. "Much better
than I could have done."

Elya peers at the banner and nods approvingly. "Wonderful..." She turns to
address Kassima. "Well then, I'd be honored to come and play."

Samuel hms softly and gives S'rist a thoughtful look. "I could sketch out a
little template for you. If you'd like."

Kandri nods and holds up the whirlwind. "This does, but it goes right in
the middle here." She says, placing it just where she wants.

Jamal with stomach growling heads for the kitchen

Jamal steps away from the tables and heads into the busy kitchen.

S'rist smiles and nods, "I'd really appreciate that, my hand at scetching
doesn't get any further than wing formations."

Lysseth> Taralyth's reply is lower-voiced, speculative, lifting his muzzle
to look out over the moonlit bowl; at Chaedanth's change of heart he even
rises to his remaining paws to agreeably greet the older brown, holding the
vtol'd paw fastidiously off the ground he'd been scraping it against just
moments before.

Radar nods and re-threads his needle. With swift, sure and darn near
invisible stiches he carefully attaches the whirlwind, then bites off a knot.

"Much better than most of us, I'd say," I'sai compliments in turn - with a
narrowed glance over to Elya and Kassima's conspiring.

Kassima comments to Talisha, grinning, "I like the tuber. Mayhaps you
should go as one to the Ball, in its honor." Yes, she's clearly teasing by
the sound. "'Twould be Telgar that would be honored t'hear you play, Elya."
Catching that narrowed glance, she asks I'sai sweetly, "Don't you think?"

Gemiron smiles and gives it a little flick then lays it back on the table.
"Well, that is for you guys to show off, you can even say you did the
sewing on your own and try to impress your friends or something." My isn't
he generous. Katly's name brings about a quick flicker of his eyes to the
people talking before returning his gaze to the banner. "Dress as tuber?
Uhmm...."

Kandri grins broadly at the banner unfolding. "It looks good!" She tells
Radar, reaching out to clap him on the shoulder.

Lysseth> Temornath croons once, briefly, to Chaedanth, then turns to study
poor Taralyth's besmirched paw. She rumbles once.

Dragon> Lysseth, Chaedanth, Taralyth, Temornath, and Imanath sense that
Taralyth sends an inquiring note, << Do you feel better, then, Chaedanth?
It was not bad fish? >>

"A tuber!" Tali snorts softly, "I'm not going as a tuber. I already have
most of my costume finished anyhow." she tips up a sweet smile towards
Kassi then. "What about I'sai as a tuber?"

Samuel pulls out a hide and makes a couple marks on it to draw out a couple
figures, rather simple and straight edged. He shows these to S'rist, "Is
this, what you were thinking of?"

Lysseth> Chaedanth replies in kind with a soft and low sort of croon. Then
he slowly lays down on his side, still looking skywards.

Elya nods to Kassima, and steps back from the banner a bit. "The tuber
looks...very realistic," she says diplomatically.

Dragon> Lysseth, Taralyth, Temornath, and Imanath sense that Chaedanth
rumbles a touch. << Bad fish? No, I was simply waking from a deep sleep. >>

S'rist looks at the figures and hmmms, "Yeah, that's what I had in mind
actually."

Jamal strides in from the tunnel to the bowl.

"I think... she would make a delightful tuber," I'sai says on a smile,
absently rubbing at one hand as he leans over to get a better view of the
banner. "Sewing on our own - so, you're suggest we should lie?" and such
mock-innocence _there_.

Lysseth> Lysseth maintains her careful pose of isolation, though she does
sneak a peek back towards the bronze and his poor, smudged paw. Well,
perhaps Temornath will be able to suggest a remedy.

Jamal sips from his mug of klah

Radar reddens again, but this time with pride at Kandri's compliment. He
asks, "Do you want to sew the two pieces of the banner together?"

"I'm almost afraid too! My stitches are usually more visible. Comes from
doing too much embroidery. Show me that invisible stitch first, maybe?"
Kandri replies, holding up a scrap of the white fabric and then a threaded
needle.

Kassima shakes her head emphatically. "I'm hoping I'sai will wear a
loincloth," she explains to Talisha without batting an eye. "Although, if'n
'twere a loincloth somehow *shaped* as a tuber... that bears thought. D'you
think a tuber would make a bad costume, Weaver?"

Yenne smiles a greeting to Jamal before she returns her attention to
finishing off the banner she's working on.

Doran walks over to Radar and whispers to him a moment then turns to face
the cavern before heading into the lower caverns, heading toward the water
caverns.

Samuel smiles and asks, "are you certain? I can cut this out if that's the
case." He seems to want to be sure that he's doing the best for the
bronzerider.

Doran strides through the archway, into the lower caverns.

Elya coughs to disguise a burst of laughter at Kassima's comment.

Dragon> Lysseth, Chaedanth, Taralyth, Temornath, and Imanath sense that
Taralyth sends acknowledgement, then, in a muted shimmer of starlit blue -
let it remain better, then.

S'rist catches a bit of the costume bantar and just looks over and chuckles
a bit, then turns back to Samuel, "Sure, if you don't mind, I'm sure your
hand is better with the shears than mine."

Yenne then calls out to Kassima, "Temornath thinks he should wear one
shaped like a fish."

Talisha bounces up in her seat, hands coming down to rest on the table. "Oh
now /that/ sounds like an even better idea." She says, sizing up I'sai
right there and then for said tuber-costume. "A tuber loin-cloth...hmm."
She glances sidelong at Gemiron, grinning. "Bet you could make him one."

Gemiron uhmms again, giving a soft smile. "Well...if you think about
it...going as a round brown splotch doesn't..." Blink blink. "Tuber loin
cloth?" Oops, here comes his blush. "I-uhh..."

"Shaped like a tuber, shaped like a - " I'sai stops short. Looks over
across the tables, and then back again; "Ah, weaver... what's your name
again? You look like you don't like the idea nearly as much as I don't.
'Sides. It'd be cold."

Radar nods to both Kandri and Doran, then grabs two small pieces to
demonstrate. "It works like this, and really helps it you use good thread.
Like we brought with us." He slowly makes the stitch, turning the fabric
around at various stages so Kandri can see what he's doing.

Jamal laughs outloud.

"Oh," Kassi replies in delight, "like a *codpiece*? How magnificent! Do say
you'll wear one, Is, do. You could model it for the fashion show. Tell him
he should, Elya, Talisha?" And she looks at the bronzerider with wide green
puppy-canine eyes. "Would you rather make one shaped as a fish, then?" she
asks Gemiron, ever-hopeful.

Dragon> Lysseth senses that Taralyth teases - teases? - << I will not lick
it. >>

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Message 60                            Date Received: Wed Jan 24 21:59:37 2001
From:      Talisha
To:        I'sai, Kassima, Gemiron
Subject:   Tuber banner take one..
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Stitched upon a background of midnight black - rests a tuber. Now a tuber
alone would be rather strange, but this tuber holds a life-like look, and
perhaps even a strange resemblance to a certain cook. Lightening flashes
down the center of the banner, yellow streaked with white making a hot
entrance into the top of the tuber, to rise up in a burst of brilliant
flame. Flickers of red, orange and yellow swirl together in layered
sections of fire, first the hot red, then orange, and finally yellow to
seep back into it's partners. Knives slice across the bottom of the tuber -
crossing their silver glinted blades together. Tiny black stitches mark
names in the very bottom corner of the banner; Gemiron, Kassima, I'sai and
Talisha. 

That's my attempt, if you don't like it, have a go ;)
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Samuel nods, "I certainly don't mind." He looks over at the Telgar group
and then takes up the scissors and makes a few snips after laying the
'template' onto the cloth of choice.

Elya tactfully replies, "Well, I would imagine that a loin-cloth of any
sort might be...chilly...during an evening masquerade. Perhaps he should
wear something a bit warmer?"

Yenne barely manages to stifle her laughter. "Actually," she tells the
Telgari, "she thinks he should use a real fish, but one that looks like a
fish would be just as good."

Jamal gigles, while looking at the cloth.

I'sai slinks lower in his seat, feigning oh-so-great interest in the
banner. Though his reply trails faintly up, "...And not just warmer with it
being fur, either."

Kandri nods as she carefully catches Radar work his stitching magic. The
top of her tongue appearing through her lips in concentration. "Ah. I think
I've got it. Let me try first..." She lifts her own bit of fabric and
thread and slowly tries to immitate the stitch. Of course her own are VERY
close together out of habit and it is mostly successful. "I'm going to have
to practice that one." She admits.

Lysseth> Taralyth senses that Lysseth tickles a feathery thought back, << I
hadn't thought you would. You have better taste than that--don't you? >>

"Oh go on I'sai!" Talisha leans on the table, head tilting to one side as
she too tries to convince I'sai, "You'd look so -good- in it." Dark lashes
flutter, green eyes wide with a sweet-puppy look. "It'd make up for you
making me lose those marks M'kon promised. With those velvet shorts."

S'rist watches the weaver closely, always one to admire someones confidence
in their skills.

"Gemiron," he mutters, half paying attention, and squirming in place.
"Uhmm...just...-that- in Telgar weather would be, inadvisable? At least
give him leggings.."

Kassima decides, after looking I'sai up and down with a critical eye,
"We'll let him wear socks. That should help. Everyone knows you're warmer
when you wear socks." Now she must blink at Yenne, and attempt not to die
laughing right here. "A... *real*... fish. But, but 'twould *wiggle*. Or
are we thinking a dead fish here?"

"Can you get fishnet leggings then?" Tali asks, /very/ quietly.

Samuel finishes with the first of the figures and hands it over to S'rist
to look at and then snipps out the second one deftly.

Lysseth> And with a last look back, Taralyth hops into a clearer patch of
the bowl, made even more ungainly by the use of a mere three paws - till
tensed hindquarters' sudden release sends him winging high into the night.

Jamal is now unable to breath he is laughing so hard.

Yenne, dryly, "I think wiggling was the idea."

Radar looks over to the contingent with I'sai and murmurs, "I wonder what
is so funny over there. I heard something about a fish, but don't get the
joke."

S'rist carefully positions the first figure, then glancing over at the
other one Samuel is still cutting, holds up, "I think I'll need to get both
on there first and work out the balance."

Elya coughs again at Radar's comment and clears her throat, trying not to
laugh.

Kandri looks up at the Telgari and raises a brow. But all she can do is
shrug. "I have absolutely no idea, maybe one of them usually gets fish in
their trousers?" She offers, going back to practicing the stitch.

Lysseth> Taralyth senses that Lysseth does send a thought laced with honest
repentance after that ascent. What, what, does he want *her* to lick the
vtol-guts from his poor paw? She would, you know. Though she would make
many faces of disgust after.

I'sai mutters something about _red_ socks, peeking between
momentarily-splayed fingers to give Talisha and her shorts the evil eye -
and at those mentions of wiggling, gives in and hides his face altogether.
No doubt he's in the same boat as Radar, when it comes to appreciating that
humor.

Dragon> Lysseth senses that Taralyth, from wings' distance - and then the
sensation of cold, splashing water - _would_ she? Surprise. And... yes,
temptation.

Samuel looks over at the Telgari and then back to S'rist as he makes the
last snip. "You want both of these on each side?

Lysseth> Mauroth has arrived.

Lysseth> X'dren clambers down Mauroth's side to the ground, as the dragon
rumbles softly.

Lysseth> Mauroth warbles cheerfully to the others.

"Saskia might mind you borrowing her socks," Kassi observes sotto voce,
before following suit and covering her face--but not in embarrassment, oh,
no. To muffle hysterical laughter, from the way her shoulders shake and the
strange if quiet sounds that manage to escape. "I'sai," she gasps out, just
for the cause of recap, "in a loincloth... made of a live, wiggling fish...
at a public Masquerade. Oh, I love it. I do."

X'dren meanders in from the tunnel to the bowl.

X'dren calls a cheery "Hello!" as he trots in...

S'rist blinks, "Each side?" He looks at his banner, which only has an
emblem and other markings on one side so far.

Yenne finishes her stitching and looks toward Kassima. "I think it'd be
worth seeing. Don't you?"

Jamal steps away from the tables and heads into the busy kitchen.

Yenne winks.

Radar finally hears enough to understand the joke. His face turns a
brilliant, incandescent shade of red and he averts his eyes from the poor,
victimized bronzerider in question.

Gemiron uhms and just looks between the Telgari riders.
"Uhmm....uhmmm....so....a tuber costume, huh? Full body brown splotch?"

"I think he should be allowed to wear those red socks, and fishnet
stockings though. It'd certainly go with the wiggling fish." And all the
while Talisha manages to look quite innocent, and keep smiling - even at
the evil eye from I'sai. "If your never going to wear those shorts, perhaps
you could give them to me?" she leans on the table, reaching out to pry one
hand from I'sai's face.

Samuel nods slowly and then smiles, "there's nothing wrong with just doing
it on one side. Though may people like to have a mirrored image on both
sides. Just depends on what you fancy."

Lysseth> Taralyth senses that Lysseth confirms it in wry warmth, burgundy
velvet and crystal. Yes, she would. But not every day, you understand. If
he were to start splatting vtols against his paws as a regular occurance,
he'd be out of luck.

"No-o," I'sai - victimized I'sai, indeed! - gurgles muffled protest till -
"Hey. Stop that." The hand clings tighter. Someone hadn't been raised with
sisters, it seems.

X'dren arches a brow slowly, and calls slyly, "What's this about fish...?"
His ears had caught that somewhere...

S'rist thinks for a moment, "Would it be a problem to have one side
serious, and the other not so?"

Kandri reaches out to pat Radar on the shoulder and holds the up her own
version of the stitch. "There now, pay them no mind dear." She says in an
amused tone. "Now are we ready to stitch the two sides together??"

Dragon> Lysseth senses that Taralyth acknowledges this with due
appreciation for the offer... and warning. Lysseth. Licking a vtol. From
his paw. It's quite a good thing he prefers to get dirty not at all.

"I think 'twould be worth asking a Harper t'write a ballad about," Kassi
firmly agrees with Yenne, winking back. "Think any would be willing,
Elya?--and oh, X'dren, g'deve and duties. 'Twere just speaking of I'sai's
Masquerade costume. The idea has come up that he should wear a wiggling
fish loincloth." So matter-of-factly she says that, too.

Elya grins, her eyes twinkling. "Oh, I perhaps know a harper or two who
might like that challenge." She gives I'sai an apologetic look.

X'dren shakes his head at Kassima in wry amusement... "I got wind of the
/idea/ of such before... /Someone/ was putting such notions into the head
of Mauroth yesterday! But a live fish... wouldn't it smell after a bit? A
wouldn't it be... er... painful? Some fish have teeth..."

Lysseth> Taralyth senses that Lysseth can be generous when her nature
suits; besides, she's never tasted a vtol. (That she can remember, which
says not much.) Maybe they're good. She can, of course, think this safely
with the vtol already disposed of--but she's sincere enough, for all of that.

Samuel shakes his head to S'rist, seeming more comfortable helping himt
than trying to puzzle out the other things going on. "not at all. You're
only limited by your tastes and imagination. Nothing says you must have the
other side designed."

Radar chokes on the mental picture thrust back into his brain by Kassima.
He desperately nods to Kandri and picks up the right side of the banner to
begin stitching.

Kandri moves to her own end and then jerks her head up. X'dren. Uhoh. With
a little sigh her eyes go towards the cieling and a muttered, "Faranth help
us all..." Can be heard. Then she proceeds to throw herself into stitching.

S'rist smiles, "I just need to make another square and grass then, thanks
Samuel." He flips over the banner and gets to work on making the other side
of it.

Kassima lowers her voice to inform Elya, "'Twould pay prettily if'n any are
wishing t'take it as a commission... teeth!" Oh, dear, now she has to clap
a hand over her mouth to cover laughter again. "I hadn't thought of
*teeth*." All solicitousness, "Would teeth bother you, Is? Mayhaps you
could feed these pants Talisha speaks of to the fish, if'n it had teeth."

Yenne suggests brightly, "We could pull the teeth if necessary." She looks
at X'dren, brows furrowing for a moment.

Elya ponders the live fish issue. "Wouldn't a live fish shortly be a /dead/
fish?" She asks, as innocently as possible.

Gemiron clears his throat and speaks up. "Let us -not- think of fish in
such a manner. No one would wear a strap on fish, nor would we actually
-make- one. I think that would more likely fall under the beastcraft hall's
area."

Samuel nods slowly, "I'm glad I was able to help." He sets down the
scissors, all finished with the help he was able to lend. "Well..." He
looks uncertain as to how many other people are still 'working'.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "You know, this HRW RP makes me think of just
four words: Big Mouth Billy Bass."

Telgar Weyr> I'sai says, "Oh *no*."

Telgar Weyr> Banran says, "What RP is that?"

Talisha keeps on trying to pry I'sai's hand from his face, "C'mon, it's
nothing t'be embarrassed about. It'd be a good costume - a wiggling fish is
better than a rotten tuber for a loin cloth don't you think?" she muffles a
snicker at X'dren's comment, and for just a -moment- send a sympathetic
look down to I'sai, though that's gone as quick as it came.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima snickers. The banner-making event. Only now we are
tossing about the suggestion that Is wear a live fish as a loincloth.

Telgar Weyr> Aisling snickers. What is it you have with seeing Is in some
sort of state of undress ;).

Telgar Weyr> Talisha would pay marks to see that ;>

Telgar Weyr> Keara wolf-whistles.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Simple. If I can kill him through
embarrassment, Kassi won't have to pay up on the favor she owes him! ;)
(And I can sell tickets besides! ;)"

Kassima repeats, spluttering, "Beast--Beastcraft--oh, *dear*. But I suppose
that is a point. And there's such a thing as cruelty t'animals, y'know."
She attempts to pat I'sai's shoulder in a sympathetic manner. "So I suppose
if'n we got you a fish, 'twould at least have t'be a *dead* fish. Or a fake
fish. Would the Weavers make a fake fish?"

S'rist goes back into his concentration mode, trying hard to make the other
sides grass look just like the first, and having trouble with it.

X'dren glances over at Kandri, and grins slyly. Is that a wicked gleam in
his violet eyes as he moves to pick up a klah. "Most fish have teeth....
though most have small teeth. As for how that'd feel... guess it depends on
certain... other activities you do..." Nope, no mercy. He drops into a seat
by the fire and starts swishing his klah mug from hand to hand... perhaps
it's just here to occupy his hands.

Yenne sets her things down and approaches the Weyrleader's table. "Doing
okay, sir?"

I'sai's hand drops, at last, and that fair head lifts to reveal a face
nearly as red as his sweater, not a pretty sight - but his shoulders set
back, and he asserts, "She wouldn't mind. The socks." To Gemiron, a
twitched look, then - "Rotten _tuber_, Talisha? Faranth's yellow un..!.
er." A guilty glance around and he asks, "Cannot you lot find something a
little more - well - tasty? What the bakercraft would think. Rotten tubers,
of all things." The repeated mention of teeth just yields a shudder.

Samuel looks about ready to offer a suggestion to S'rist, but doesn't want
to butt in if the Weyrleader wants to work things out on his own.

Kandri glances up through a cover of bangs at X'dren again. Then quickly
away again at his next comments. A visible sign she is listening in the
shake of her head. "Food items as clothing...who would have thought." She
says quietly to Radar.

Telgar Weyr> I'sai says, "Keara, can you imagine, Talisha suggested a
rotted tuber? I'sai was aghast at what the bakercraft would make of that. ;)"

Telgar Weyr> Keara says, "Ewwww."

Telgar Weyr> Talisha corrects - she said that a live fish was better than a
rotten tuber :)

Telgar Weyr> I'sai says, "Oh, my mistake. ;)"

Radar murmurs softly as he sews around a corner, "I've heard stories about
some of the more outrageous requests, but a fish loincloth would beat them
all."

"You want a *tasty* loincloth?" Poor Kassi. She's nearly choking to death
on snickers at this point. "Is... Is, Is, Is. That's a little more than I
needed t'be knowing about you." And so, to judge by the muffled choking
sounds that ensue after X'dren's suggestion, would be his views on fish
teeth. "Why don't you take up what sort of loincloth you want with the
Weavers?" Sotto voce, "But, Elya... in the song, I'd still like a fish."

S'rist looks up a bit suprised, "Oh, Yenne... yeah, I didn't realize they
had to be two sided. But I'm getting there. This is what I get for
assigning my wing most of the duties during this event."

Telgar Weyr> Alessandra notes softly that Alessi considers I'sai /hers/ to
kill after eight months are up. ;)

"But if it was tasty you might attract all sorts of attention down
ahh..-there-." Talisha offers in as non-chalant a manner as she can compose.

Yenne laughs. "Well, live and learn, sir. But your banner's shaping up, I
think. What's that there? Grass?" She looks over toward I'sai and stifles a
chuckle. Poor bronzerider.

Gemiron smiles at the red human being and smooths out the the banner as
something to do that doesn't require him to speak. Which he does anyways.
"Well...fish is tasty, no?"

Telgar Weyr> Aisling would be rather upset if anything were to happen to
I'sai. ;)

Samuel hms softly and looks around. He looks a little stuck.

Telgar Weyr> Alessandra says, "aw, you wouldn't miss him. ;)"

X'dren swishes his mug a bit too energetically against one hand and klah
sloshes dangerously against the rim. "You know, I'sai," he chuckles, "all
this discussion of food's making me hungry..." And he winks broadly at the
poor bronzerider and his tormenters. That could mean... many things.

S'rist grins and nods, "Yes, the white square is my symbolic glacier, then
the grass is just a field to put the figures on." He shows the two grey
figures, one of a person watching the sky closely, with a hand shading the
eyes, the other is someone laying back, taking a bit of a nap.

Kandri glances up fully at X'dren this time. She gives him the oddest look
and then quickly goes back to sewing around her own corner. Getting closer
to Radar. Distraction...distraction..."So, uh, Radar...What are some of
those...outrageous requests?" She asks in a soft tone of voice.

Several blank moments... and then finally a safe question: "No. Fish isn't
tasty at all," I'sai claims, and starts getting up; he even manages a sweet
smile, though he can't in the least match X'dren's insouciance, "Excuse me.
I just realized I hadn't, er, ... said hello to those people over there,"
and his vague wave's cast Kandri and Radar's way.

Radar finishes off his half and knots his thread securely, biting it off.
He murmurs, "Some of Master Mirala's outfits, as well as J'lyn's. He was
the one who ordered buttless black leather pants with chains on them."

Telgar Weyr> I'sai believes the point may be that killing sounds too fast? ;)

Kassima exhales a regretful sigh. "I'd flutter m'lashes and say me, too,"
she reports, "but somehow, I think that would be more hilarious than
traumatizing. Pity. Do go be polite, Is, and I promise 'twill try t'be less
horrid t'you when you come back." Though to judge by her wink to the others
near her table, she's not precisely repentant. "So, then... what should we
do with the banner, d'you think? Ask Timbril t'let us hang it in the Cavern?"

Kandri bursts into soft chuckles at Radar's comment, going a bit slower in
her own stitching. At about this point she catches I'sai out the corner of
her eyes and lifts her head. She gives the bronzerider an apologetic smile.
"Greenriders." She says plainly. Surely he must understand this. Then a
hand is held out, "Kandri. Brown Chaedanth's rider."

X'dren laughs mischievously, and ducks his head to finally /sip/ his klah,
all ineterest in that topic and its teasing prospects gone. His gaze shifts
over to S'rist and Kandri and the banners in progress. "Ah, the banners. I
completely forgot... But then, I can barely sew... What have you put on them?"

Talisha tips her attention from I'sai to the banner, and plucks it up in
her hands. "I think so, don't you all?" she looks over at Gem, and even at
I'sai before flopping the banner down again. "Maybe Pierron would even let
us hang it up in the kitchen."

Yenne smiles at S'rist. "That's a nice image, you know. Very much
appropriate too." She looks over at her banner. "I don't believe they
wanted fish on that."

Telgar Weyr> Aisling says, "No, I just reserve the right to kill Is at -my-
leisure ;)"

Elya wanders outside to the bowl.

Radar grins to I'sai. "This is worse than last night at our Hall for you,
isn't it?"

R'lym walks into the cavern from the lower caverns.

Samuel lingers around quietly, offering help here and there but keeping his
mouth shut. Afterall, what can he really say?

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Just leave him alive until he has eight kids
and Kassi wins her bet, okay? ;)"

S'rist smiles, "How did you end up with fish on yours? Was Temornath pushy
about the fish?" He flips his banner over to pin and put on the first of
the figures.

I'sai oh-so-dutifully does indeed go to be polite, as per his instructions;
once he's neared the brownrider he hesitates, then wipes off his palm
before leaning to cross hers. "I'sai, wingleader Kandri. Taralyth's. I
believe we've met, though it never has been quiet... and I dare say you're
right. Avoided those measurements, after all." He drops his voice to a
whisper, "And what was your name again? Sorry, it's all a muddle."

Yenne chuckles. "Well, yeah. She was, but apparently, Jenryth agreed with
her. So we've got fish."

Gemiron smooths out the banner again, just as something for his hands to
do. "Poor guy, like anyone would actually wear a -fish-. That's crazy...it
would be uncomfortable...and...ewww, if it flopped..."

Radar says, "Radar, Senior Apprentice Weaver. It's good to see you again."

X'dren flings Yenne a tolerant look. "So /she's/ the one who was asking all
the dragons about wearing fish... Where did she get that idea, Yenne?"

Kassima picks up her wineskin again to drink from, the better to regain
something like composure. "Well, we've got a tuber being hit by lightning
and set afire," she explains brightly, "with crossed knives underneath. The
tuber represents Pierron. Although, come t'think of it, mayhaps we
should've done Pierron after all, and put a fish on *him*." Pause. Shudder.
"Now I'm sure t'have nightmares... that's just why I'd never do it, Weaver.
But 'twas still worth a try!"

Telgar Weyr> Aisling can do that, yes. ;)

Kandri smiles at the bronzerider as she finishes her own stitching and
glances back at the serving table. "Care to join us while we grab some
refreshments?" She asks, including Radar in that offer. A hand waving
airily to the table not far away.

Yenne waves a greeting to R'lym. "Evening," she calls. To X'dren. "From
what I understand, she got it from Taralyth."

R'lym waves a greeting and finds a mug and some cider. "G'evening all." he
says, headin toward a seat.

Samuel moves over quietly to a group of older aunties and speaks with them
about their banner still in progress.

Talisha leaves the banner resting upon the table, and gathers her jacket up
over her arm. "And now I think I'd better get back if'n I'm going to be
awake in time for those sweeps." She says with a pointed look towards
I'sai. "Thanks for all your help Gemiron, it looks lovely." Another glance
about, and she offers a polite goodbye towards Kassi - and then is out.

Talisha strolls outside to the bowl.

Radar shakes his head and says, "No thank you. I need to check on Master
Doran....see if he's feeling any better. Thank you for having us over and I
hope you enjoy your banners!"

"Radar. Thank you. And... yes, please," I'sai confirms with Kandri,
Talisha's pointed glance or no. "Do either of you think anyone would mind
if I, well. Took some of the really, really small scraps that wouldn't be
much good for anything? Well, 'xcept stuffing... but there are a couple
people at home who'd maybe like to hear the stories."

X'dren shakes his head at Yenne and I'sai, and sips his klah again before
sending the mug from hand to hand again, a steady whirring of ceramic
sliding on table-wood.R'lym gets a nod, Talisha and Radar a wave. For the
moment, he subsides to silence...

Radar shakes his head and says, "No, we won't mind. As long as you stick to
the small pieces."

Kandri grins. "I will Radar, thank you. And if you can, come visit more
often." She turns to I'sai and offers her arm in a pleasant manner. The
other hand gesturing broadly to the table. "Shall I escort you?" She asks
with a wink. She doesn't tease too badly at least.

Kassima waves after Talisha, her expression shading towards amused at
mention of sweeps. "She got tapped for Skyfire today," she confides to
Gemiron and X'dren. "Poor lass. Still, being tapped t'Telgar's
second-finest Wing--arguably--isn't doing bad at all."

Radar whispers to Samuel, then makes a discreet exit.

X'dren tilts his head at Kassima and Gemiron curiously. "Second-best? Is
that just your opinion, or more than that?" No teasing in his voice this
time, just plain interest.

Radar meanders through the archway, into the lower caverns.

I'sai reaches to merely clap the wingleader lightly, companionably on her
arm, instead; no doubt he likes to lead when he dances as well. "Thank you,
though; I'm happy to walk beside. And small pieces it is - good night,
Radar," and by the time he's done, the red's subsided to just his freckles.

Samuel listens to Radar and nods to him and then waves after him.

Telgar Weyr> K'ran gives in to temptation, and heads for High Reaches. :)

Kandri laughs a little and nods. The arm dropping to her side as she walks
for the serving table. "What suits your fancy? We've got a few
things...ahhh...I won't ask about fish..." She looks over that to the
herdbeast and other things scattered about.

Telgar Weyr> Aisling grins and is avoiding crowds ;)

Lysseth> Indrath has arrived.

Yenne is approached by one of the kitchen helpers and nods after a moment's
consultation. She murmurs apologies to S'rist and ducks into the lower
caverns.

Yenne walks through the archway, into the lower caverns.

S'rist looks over the banner he's been working on, not particularly pleased
with it, but not displeased either.

Kassima drawls out a long, "Well...." But she pauses, glances towards
Skyfire's Wingsecond not so far away as to be entirely beyond hearing, and
subsides to honesty. "M'opinion is that Thunderbolt's the best, y'know, as
it should be. Since if'n *'tweren't* m'opinion, I'd be working night and
day t'make it so. Skyfire, Dawnslight, and Starblaze are all exceptional
and all could be second-best even in m'biased opinion, but I lean a bit
towards Skyfire since they're our top rivals."

Lysseth> Indrath trumpets a fierce cry to the 'Reaches watchrider as he
carries his rider down towards the floor of the bowl in a lazy glide. As
K'ran frees himself from riding straps and slides from the young bronze's
neck, Indrath ventures a quieter, more sonorous note of greeting to the
other dragons, Temornath, Taralyth, and Lysseth particularly.

Lysseth> K'ran eases down from Indrath's back.

X'dren aaahs softly, gaze following Kassima's a moment, then his head
dipping into an understanding nod. "I just wanted to be sure... For a
moment, his eyes seem to glaze over and he stares at the klah he keeps
sliding back and forth with such mechanical rythem...

Lysseth> Mauroth croons back slyly, eyes whirling a mischievous aqua...

Lysseth> Lysseth has at last relaxed into a comfortable, casual
not-quite-sprawl; she lifts her head from her crossed forelegs to match
Indrath's note with a rumble of her own.

Lysseth> Chaedanth lowers his head and watches Mauroth a moment. That is
before he croons a long and sweet sonota to the green. Once again he lifts
himself up and moves. This time towards her, pausing at a respectable
distance and raising a wing.

"Thank you for that," I'sai says mildly. "Though, truth be told, it's not
that I'm particularly hungry; it's just your collection - you and Radar -
seemed more focused on ... getting things done, let's say. And your
Weyrleader's table too, though."

Kassima's eyes, watching that klah, glaze briefly too; she shakes her head
to dispel the haze. "All of our Wings are fine," she says, this in grave
earnestness. "And they all have cause t'be proud. I'm sure yours are
likewise--forgive me for asking this, but is aught amiss?"

Kandri chuckles and nods. "I'm not all that famished in my own right. But
all the better to keep you out of their clutches awhile, eh?" She glances
up and winks while grinning. A plate is held out. "Tidbits then? My fair
will eat them if you don't." And she starts putting little bits of
everything onto a plate of her own.

Lysseth> Mauroth eyes Chaedanth's wing with playful appraisal, wuffling
soft comments to herself...

Lysseth> Taralyth must have returned somewhere in there, then, one
cognac-dark paw made more literally liquid by its gloss of lakewater; his
returned acknowledgement comes readily enough, though it's quiet enough to
be little more than vibration low in his throat.

Lysseth> Chaedanth tilts his head and rumbles deep in his throat. The wing,
however, remains raised as the brown siddles a touch closer.

Samuel looks around to see if anyone else needs help, "well..." he starts
to clean up after a few empty tables.

X'dren blinks and starts, and shakes his head firmly, looking surprised by
the notion. "Amiss? No... Why do you ask? Too much sugar lately, I think,
if anything, but that's from too much weyr- and hold-hopping. Sweets get
pressed on a fellow, and he misses the real meal..." A wry smile and a
sheepish shrug are all he can offer for that.

K'ran strolls in from the tunnel to the bowl.

Dragon> Lysseth senses that Taralyth does not even lick at his now-clean
paw - clean-clean-_scrubbed_-clean - but his inquiry's as genuine as hers:
should he find her one?

S'rist smiles, "Thank you Samuel, you've been a great help." He starts to
clean up the little bits of material left over from his work.

I'sai startles a look up, as if to see firelizards swooping down even now
over the table that he and Kandri browse; "Just so. If you'd recommend this
or that? -I'm- not one to miss anything that might so much as smack of
Master Myriana's cooking."

Lysseth> Mauroth shrugs slightly, and gets to her feet to saunter a few
steps towrad Chaedanth, rumbling warmly...

Samuel looks up from gathering leftover sheets of fabric that were not
used. "I was glad to help. I hope everyone had a good time."

Tugging off gloves as he steps into the 'Reaches living cavern, K'ran calls
out, pleasantly, "Telgar's duties to High Reaches and her queens." His eyes
find the clean-up efforts underway, and a rueful smile tugs one corner of
his mouth upwards. "Shards. Too late."

Lysseth> Taralyth senses that Lysseth does admire his thoroughness,
evidenced by that lakewater gloss; the question gives her pause. (Not to be
confused with paws.) Well... perhaps, if he would like to, but would that
not involve getting his clean hide besmirched?

X'dren glances up as Samuel passes by, and smiles at the familiar fellow,
buut... is it a touch of shyness that holds him from saying anything? Could
be. Then K'ran's arrival calls his attention, and he waves to the
newly-arrived rider.

"You just seemed rather... preoccupied," Kassi decides, after a pause to
search for a suitable word. "With the klah. But that's making sense,
certainly, and I've been in worse state. Usually from drink rather than
sweetner." She raises that wineskin in a toast, then turns about to wave a
greeting to K'ran. "For the banner-making? Methinks so."

Kandri smiles and gestures at a few things. "She did the herdbeast kabobs.
Delicious!" She admits, already placing a few on her own plate. Though the
fair doesn't swoop down, one does appear near Kandri's ear and land upon a
shoulder. "Hello Gem." She welcomes the gold, plucking a bit of kabob off
and handing it up.

Gemiron waves up from staring off into deep space from his seat. OH yes, he
wasn't paying attention at all. BLink blink. Oh yeah, at 'Reaches. "I think
I better be going before I fall asleep in here, that'd be rude. Feel free
to hang the banner in a public place where you want, glad I could help."

Samuel pauses as he passes X'dren, "I saw you at the Fort dance didn't I?
YOu're Rolan's...'friend'? " He smiles and folds the fabric in his hands as
he looks at the greenrider curiously.

Lysseth> Chaedanth seems happy at that and finishes the distance to the
green's side. The large and russet hued wing settling over her slim self.

Dragon> Lysseth senses that Taralyth ... -might- be able to arrange it
elsewise. They might see. He will think on it.

Kassima smiles broadly at Gemiron, bobbing her head to him. "Glad you could
help, too," she quips--and more seriously, "Thankee most kindly for your
assistance, Weaver. May your sleep be well and your dreams be easy tonight."

Lysseth> Taralyth senses that Lysseth's crystals carry trepidation, but
they glimmer intrigued colors too: all right. She shall wait, and trust his
fine, clever mind to think.

X'dren smiles, reddening slightly at Samuel's identification, but nods
slowly. "Yeah... I remember. He didn't get to introduce us, though..." and
his gaze becomes wry as he adds for kassima, "I'm not drunk, if that's what
you mean... I don't bother to take other than klah outside the weyr, at
least not often..."

With a vague sigh K'ran ambles over towards the other Telgari riders and
slides into a chair opposite. "Shame, that. Am I on time for anything else?"

Gemiron walks outside to the bowl.

Lysseth> Mauroth nuzzles Chaedanth's neck playfully, almost hidden by that
blanket of a wing...

I'sai pauses to snag a few more scraps from a nearby table; "Kabobs, you
say?" and takes up one of his own, tipping it towards the newest rider's
arrival without, quite, losing the small pleasantly-charred tidbit spiked
on its end. Wine's next, if just a glassful.

Samuel nods to X'dren and then glances over at Kassima with a small smile
before looking back to X'dren, "I'm Samuel. Sorry if I cut into the dancing
too much. I...well, sorry." He shrugs, embarassed.

Kassima ticks things off on her fingers. "Well, you've missed making fun of
I'sai, and a discussion of Masquerade costumes, but apart from that...
you're still in time for conversation, and there might still be a few
'skins of White t'be had." She is, of course, hoarding that lone 'skin of
Red jealously. "Oh, nay--apologies, X'dren; wasn't meaning t'be implying
that at all. I daresay I've probably drunk m'self to a tizzy more recently
than you have." She smiles back to Samuel before blinking at his name.
"Excuse me... I don't want t'be interrupting, but would you be the Weaver
Samuel whom rumor would had it made a costume for Kindre recently?"

Samuel looks around and then his dark gaze settles on Kassima, "it all
depends on what the rumors have said I guess."

Dragon> Lysseth senses that Taralyth sends confirmation made the brighter
by her intrigue - and the compliment, that too must be said.

K'ran waves away the suggestion of drink with a careless gesture. "Indrath
still hasn't quite forgiven me that we're going back to the Lava Lounge,"
he explains. "Making fun of I'sai?" Sea-blue eyes go to the elder
bronzerider. "Whatever for?"

X'dren shakes his head at Samuel and leans back slightly in his seat. He
can't lean back far, or the mug he slides from hand to hand would miss and
end up on the floor. "Oh, you didn't cut into it. I'm actually glad you and
he had a good time while I was escorting the weyrwoman..." Kassima receives
a nod and a lighthearted smile. "Could be. I don't care to get drunk often
at all!"

X'dren calls over to K'ran, "It's his own fault, it seems--he thought up
the fish himself!"

Samuel nods to X'dren, but there's a touch of sadness there, perhaps. "I
was glad to be his escort for the time." He quickly looks back at Kassima
with a small smile, bald head tilted a little.

"That she was highly pleased with it," Kassi clarifies, grinning up at
Samuel. "I've nay seen it m'self, but someone who heard her mention it in
the Living Cavern told me... I'm looking forward t'getting t'see what has
m'old friend so pleased at the Masque." A low chuckle issues from her
throat; she raises her 'skin to X'dren in toast. "You're a better man than
I, then. Though 'twas good and kept t'just two drinks at the Lounge, last
trip--whyever nay?" is her answer to K'ran's question. "Because he blushes
beautifully, because 'tis a hobby, because he probably expects it of me;
take your pick of reasons. Don't know why the others did, but the beautiful
blush would be m'guess."

S'rist finally rolls up his banner and tucks it under an arm and carts it
off towards the lower caverns.

S'rist strolls through the archway, into the lower caverns.

Lysseth> Taralyth senses that Lysseth catches the confirmation and gleams
back a quiet pleasure, not quite as bright, but brightened by his brightness.

Samuel looks pleased that his workmanship was so well talked of and grins
rather boyishly in his own happiness. "Well, I did make her costume.
Perhaps you could let me know what you think when it's all over with. I've
done a few others for the party, but I spent the most time with hers. I
think it has a certain flair."

X'dren tilts his head at samuel curiously... then asks bluntly, "Why not
longer?" A wry smile touches his lips at Kassima's toast, and he answers
her, "Not necessarily better, just one who acknowledges that he can't hold
it!"

Samuel smiles to X'dren and shrugs up his shoulders, gathering up leftover
cloth from a nearby table as he speaks to the Highreaches rider. "I'm
sorry...? I thought you and he had a relationship. I felt nothing but
awkward that night at Fort. Guess I don't fancy that feeling much."

I'sai, at length, wanders back into earshot with that old sack still
swaying gently from its belt-clip, pale eyes reflecting meditative
gray-blue in his glass' clear, cool wine. When he pulls up a stool, it's
near X'dren and R'lym, yet still a pace to the side.

Kassima dips her chin again, another agreeable nod. "A'course, gladly. I'd
ask what you've done for whom else, but that'd be cheating--we're nay
supposed t'know who's what in advance, are we, for a Masquerade? Which
spares I'sai from the fish loincloth," she adds as the bronzerider
returneth. "We'd all know whom 'twas... ah, X'dren, don't feel any guilt
over that. Bendenites have the best liquor-tolerance on Pern; that's widely
known."

Telgar Weyr> Aisling comes to join ;)

K'ran continues to study I'sai for a moment or two, but allows, to Kassima,
"The paler-skinned ones do blush the best. Fish loincloth? Let me guess --
Temornath's suggestion?"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima yays! ;)

Lysseth> Sielth has arrived.

X'dren nods slowly at samuel's answer, and smiles slowly, eyes warm. "We
do... Rolan's the closest I have to a weyrmate... but it's an open
relationship. I'm not a one-person's man, and I can't be, with Mauroth
having no preferences at all when she Flies... and other reasons. And so we
both see others..."

Lysseth> Sielth offers a jubilant bugle as she glides from the higher skies.

Lysseth> Taralyth warbles a lighter mirror to his now-again wingmate, one
forepaw only damp, now, with that cool lakewater.

Samuel nods to Kassima as he puts some thread into the basket. "I could
tell you what the costumes /are/ and you don't have to know who's under
them." At X'dren's comment he makes a face, "I'm no dragonrider though. I
don't really know how to work that way. I had another person who wanted to
work like that with me...be with them and yet let them be with whomever
anytime they wanted. I just...don't understand that. And being an
Apprentice, we can't /do/ anything anyway. Might as well think of us as
Weyrlings...only for turns and turns and turns."

Lysseth> Lysseth rumbles a quieter greeting to Sielth, not jubilant, but
content and cordial for all that.

X'dren glances at I'sai, and smiles, his gaze shifting back to Kassima and
a chuckle echoing in his throat. "It's not guilt... just wistfulness. Makes
partying difficult, you see..."

I'sai tilts a lazy eye towards the fish-talkers, but merely and mutely sips
his wine; he leavens it with a nibble of kabob here and, yes, a returned
smile there.

"Which is why," Kassi gravely agrees, "I endeavor never t'blush m'self. I
doubt people would think it pretty, but you can never be telling... the
fish part was something like, aye. The loincloth, I'm t'blame for. So I
expect t'find m'cider spiked with poisons in retribution some night. Could
you, Samuel? I'd be most interested in hearing--and, oh." She makes a face.
"I've been rude. The name's Kassima, by the by, or Kassi if'n you'd rather.
Green Lysseth's. Mayhaps if'n you drank more in private, X'dren? T'improve
your tolerance bit by bit?"

Lysseth> Aisling chuckles softly as she slips from the green's back. "Silly
girl." She notes. The said silly green, settles easily onto a ball,
settling head on crossed forepaws.

Aisling wanders in from the tunnel to the bowl.

Aisling meanders in, slipping her gloves into her belt as she looks around
the cavern.

Samuel sets down his folded cloth and holds out his hand, "I'm Samuel, or
just plain ol' Sam. Sammie if you're feeling sassy I guess." He grins over
at X'dren and back to Kassi, not sure if he should spill the beans about
his costumes just yet.

X'dren spreads his hands at Samuel in a half-shrug. "As you like, then. I
don't mean to press you one way or the other. But that's how it is with
Rolan and me. You can't expect me to force him to stay loyal to just me
when I can't be to just him, can you? It's not fair. There's more to it,
but... as you said, it's hard to explain. And now's probably not the best
time or place..." He flashes Kassima a grin. "I rarely have the time, wine,
or marks... I'm content as I am, though, for now. It's nothing urgent."

Lysseth> Mauroth peeks her head from under Chaedanth's wing to blink at
Sielth...

K'ran pulls himself up out of his chair, back to his feet, although
reluctantly. "No wine and no banners, and fine company's not quite enough
to keep me tonight, I fear," he says. "I'll meet you all back home."

X'dren looks up to wave to Aisling and after K'ran...

I'sai, dragon-warned, hooks the kabob in his glass' thumb; hand thus freed,
he waves towards Aisling - with a mild, "Clear skies," to K'ran thereafter.

K'ran throws a wave back over his shoulder, and then is gone.

Aisling eyes K'ran for a moment. "I can leave if you would like." She
offers quietly, quite likely misintrepretating his motive, but who said she
was smart?

Kassima grins back. "I usually only feel sassy around long-term torment
victims," she reassures, "so nay worries there. But what about those
costumes?" To X'dren, then, "All right, if'n you're sure... but if'n you
ever change your mind, you can come pub-hopping with the Telgar contingent
when we go. Trust me, you can't do aught drunk that's sillier than what
*we* do." Next, "Ais, g'day, and K'ran, g'deve. Clear skies t'you and
Indrath, hey?" And finally, to I'sai, a note of genuine contrition:
"Listen, Is... if'n the fish thing really bothered you, then I'm sorry for
it. I'd never really suggest strapping a live fish t'you. T'Mart, mayhaps,
but you haven't done aught t'earn *that*."

K'ran walks outside to the bowl.

Lysseth> Mauroth croons sadly after the bronze...

Samuel doesn't look as though he really /wants/ to know all the
complications of Weyr-lifestyle, or even any lifestyle that leads to
multiple partners. He grins though and shrugs up his shoulders, "I'm sure
it works for both of you." He admits kindly. "Rolan is a nice man." But
clearly he's put up the wall there to prevent there being anything more
than just 'nice'. He grins at Kassima and says, "Well, I've made a costume
that's a sky full of stars. I've made both Rukbat and Belior. Those are the
main ones aside from goldrider Kindre's costume. I'm planning on another or
two, but unless I hear back in the next day or so, I won't have time to
finish in time I'm betting."

I'sai's caught studying Aisling, for all that he couldn't have heard what
she'd said; he does turn back to Kassima upon being addressed, though,
"Hmm? Oh, that. I - oh, never mind."

X'dren stares at Samuel a long moment, as if realizing that he'd be wasting
hsi words if he even tried explaining... then glances back down at the klah
in his hands, which suddenly is left to glide to a halt on the table. "I
think I should get going... I've some last reports to look over up in the
weyr," he tells the mug.

Aisling watches after K'ran for a few moments before she turns back, if her
smile seems a bit forces, well, its probably a trick of the light. But then
she spots X'dren and true warmth comes to her expression. "I said I would
come and visit next, didn't I" She says before offering her fellow
Telgarians a wave.

"The night sky? That's lovely," Kassima approves. "I've a dress with a
theme a bit like that in m'closets, and though I've nay idea what I looked
like in it, it made me *feel* almost pretty--I daresay your work will do
the same for its wearer. It sounds like we'll have a beautiful array." A
sidelong glance is slid towards I'sai. "Could talk later?" she suggests in
an undertone. "If'n you like? ...Oh, a'course, X'dren. Clear skies t'you
and your fine green."

Samuel turns to X'dren with a worried front, "it's alright you know.
you..don't have to explain anything. I...I knew a rider once
who...explained everythign to me."

I'sai finds a smile of sorts for Aisling; then, "And if you wouldn't mind,
X'dren - please, I mean - I'd like to employ you for deliveries again. It's
gotten too late to go looking."

I'sai confirms with a nod to Kassima, thereafter, light so as to reassure.

Samuel smiles to Kassima, "I don't know how you think you're not pretty
just normaly but...a dress can make a woman even more stunning." Perhaps
it's just an offanded flattery, but honest nonetheless. He's late on waving
to Aisling, but does so now. "Weaver's duties."

"Also a good way to see more dresses." Aisling comments as she makes her
way towards Kassima. "Is it true that thet is no more wine?"

X'dren looks up, and offers Aisling a tenative smile. "Yes, you did... it's
good to see you again." I'sai receives a nod and a wry smile--almost
reluctant, but yielding. "Not you too! Oh shards... but you may as well
give it to me, then, I guess, while I'm here..." He glides to his feet and
chugs the last of his klah, offering Samuel a quiet, sober, "Perhaps he
didn't /know/ 'everything'..."

"Long experience," is Kassi's wry answer to the first. "Long experience
suggests it, at least. But you're certes quite kind." She returns I'sai's
nod in like fashion, though still with a hint of concern--but she doesn't
dwell. Instead, she informs Aisling, "Methinks there may still be 'skins of
White about--Benden, too."

Samuel hms softly and says to X'dren, though he's distracted with many
other people. "perhaps we could talk about it another time?"

"Thanks," I'sai says, standing as well so he can better unclip the sack; by
way of apology, "Tell you what, treat you to an ale - or wine, your choice
- at the WaveRider sometime? Do you know it? Tillek; it's not so bad as all
that, for all the jokes about Weave-Rider."

Aisling glances between I'sai and Kassima for a moment before she turns to
retrieve one of the skins of white.

Kassima is polite, and keeps her expression at mention of the Wave-Rider
hidden by the expediant of ducking her head to sip at her wine. "'Twere
right, by the by," she informs Aisling in an undertone when the
greenrider's in earshot. "About Alessi."

X'dren answers Samuel with a shrug. "Sure... Some other time, if you're
free... But I /do/ have to go now..." He eyes the sack I'sai's unclipping
with what could be a soundless groan. "That treat may have to be next turn,
I'sai..."

Samuel Nods to X'dren, "I will find a time when we can both talk. Perhaps I
need another opinion." He sighs softly and then smiles a little before
shrugging up his shoulders.

I'sai quietly explains as he hands over the sack, "...one; Emilly, ...
M'kon made..." Then, "Next Turn, do you think? Got over a season left, and
doesn't High Reaches get crackdust half the time in winter like we do?
...But then, if it's next Turn, well, next Turn it is," and he shrugs
philosophically.

Aisling offers X'dren a quick grin. "Next time, I will have to time it just
a little bit before you need to leave." Kassi's comment elicits a look of
comprehension as she darts a glance towards I'sai edged with a hint of
amusement.

X'dren nods as he listens to I'sai's murmur, and shrugs slightly. "Depends
on when I'm next free. I'll try and grab you for that drink, though, when I
am... Sorry... I've just had some of my winfolk become sick, and their
duties fall to whoever is free... which is mostly to me." He nods to
Samuel, smiling a bit more warmly. "Okay..." And Aisling gets a flash of a
grin.

"Lucky, -lucky- you," I'sai commiserates. "Anyway. Mauroth knows how to
find us," and eases back down to the stool again, and the last of the kabob
to boot.

Kassima smiles at that overseen glance, and settles lower in her seat to
nurse her rapidly-diminishing drink. "Should head home soon m'self," she
sighs. "I never did quite finish those hides. Ais, make a mental note:
never be a Wingleader if'n you want a life."

Samuel smiles back and scuffs a foot lightly. "I hope your workload
lightens up."

Aisling holds up her hands. "Not on your life. Sielth and I will stay
-right- where we are." For good measure she eyes I'sai. "Besides. There are
a few ahead of me for that spot."

I'sai openly grins at his wingmate, "Ha. Ha. She no doubt knows -I- know
that lesson already," and adds to Kassima, "Tell you what, we'll fly you
back. Not that it's quite the same as it was when I was watching for
J'lyn's sake, mind."

X'dren nods slightly, perhaps to memorize the deliveries, then offers all,
"Well, clear skies and g'night everyone! I have to go." A final wave, and
he strides out...

X'dren wanders outside to the bowl.

Kassima bows to I'sai as best she can, given that she's seated. "Well,
naturally. All Wingseconds learn it straight off the bat, when the
hidework's first dumped in their lap--g'night, X'dren!" she calls after the
greenrider for good measure. Then, "I should certes hope nay, but the
company would be appreciated all the same."

Aisling has by now found the wine, raising her glass to X'dren. "Clear
skies!" She calls after him before considerin Samuel. "I don't believe we
have met, I am Aisling."

Lysseth> Mauroth sighs and wriggles free of Chaedanth's wing so she can
stand before her rider. The brown gets a polite and grateful nuzzle,
though, asleep or not.

I'sai looks after the other wingsecond; "There you go, then. Let me know
when you're set. And, Ais? don't let her and Samuel talk you into too ...
extravagant ... a costume."

I'sai adds to the weaver, "Not to ruin any commission you get, mind."

Lysseth> X'dren hops up onto Mauroth's back, as the dragon rumbles softly.

Samuel waves to X'dren and then turns at the introduction. "I don't think
we have either." He crosses to Aisling and holds his hand out to her
politely, "I'm Samuel. Or Sam. Nice to meet you." he looks at I'sai, "I
hope you don't think I'm one of those people who'll be making
something....'strange'.....you can just talk to another weaver about
/that/." He has his reputation afterall.

Lysseth> Mauroth warbles soft evening tidings, then leaps up to float into
her weyr like a wisp of green mist...

Kassima gets out of the chair without difficulty, tipping the 'skin back to
drain the last of it before setting it on the table and picking up the
banner in exchange. "That should do it," she reports. "Setting-wise.
G'deve, all--Samuel, 'twas a pleasure t'be meeting you."

Samuel turns his attention away from Aisling for a heartbeat, "It was a
pleasure meeting you as well. Might I...that is, if you're al leaving, I do
need to get back to the crafthall..."

Aisling eyes I'sai for a moment before explaining. "I don't think I will
need one." She says quietly, but firmly. "Clear skies to you both."

I'sai says, "You'll pardon me for being relieved? That you're not one of
-those- weavers, as you say. ...And yes, Aisling, about your not needing it
either. I believe you." One of few. "Er, might you stand him a ride to the
Hall? I, well, I really need to get back."

Aisling nods her head as she tucks that skin of wine into her belt, waste
not want not. "Aye, Is. I can take him back." She says as she rises.

Samuel smiles and murmurs to Aisling, "if you don't wish to leave yet,
there's no hurry. I mean, you have the wine and..." he shrugs up his
shoulders. "perhaps you should have something nice for teh Ball."

"Sounds all settled, then," Kassi remarks, though not without a curious
glance I'sai's way. "And I'd agree with something nice--commission the nice
Weaver, Ais; I've heard good things about him." She winks, then suggests to
Is, "If'n you need t'get back, then shall we?"

I'sai slants them both a nod - appreciative, yes - and then sketches a bow
to the wingleader before leading her out.

I'sai strides outside to the bowl.

You wander outside to the bowl.

I'sai offers a hopeful, "Later, Kassima?" even as he walks Taralyth's way;
the young dragon's slow to move, but when he does, it's with a liquid shake
of those bright wings.

I'sai swings up to Taralyth's neck.

Kassima follows shortly after, muttering something about how long it's been
since anyone *bowed*, for Faranth's sake. "A'course, Is," she agrees,
heading towards her own lifemate. "Give me a call at your leisure; you know
Lyss is always only too willing t'talk t'Taralyth." Lyss doesn't look
amused by that at all. Really. Not a bit.

You place one hand on Lysseth's neck and she warbles down at you fondly.
You grin and scratch her eyeridges once before climbing up onto her lower
neckridges, using the riding straps and Lysseth's thoughtfully offered
foreleg.

<*> Taralyth croons towards that admirable green - and deepens the note to
the others, in departure - and then at his rider's waved acknowledgement,
and a couple of buckled straps for good measure, leaps skyward into the night.

<*> Lysseth adds in her own note of parting, a quiet rumble with respect
for the hour, before springing in Taralyth's champagne wake.

<*> Lysseth springs from the ground, the air from her wings churning up
dust as she takes to the skies.

You rise up into the sky.

<*> Taralyth isn't so very far off the ground - perhaps three levels of
weyrs, nowhere near the spindles yet - and then vanishes in truth.

<*> Taralyth disappears into Between.

<*> Lysseth disappears into Between.

Between
You gasp as the icy black nothingness of Between surrounds you! You hear
nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing. The trip takes five heartbeats...
Black...
Blacker...
Blackest!

You suddenly emerge...

<*> Lysseth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

<*> From the South, From the Telgar Star Stones, L'klal's burnished bronze
Pteynth rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to green Lysseth and her
rider, Kassima, welcoming them home.

<*> Taralyth slows, then, now that they've reappeared - it's a gentle
side-circle, that Lysseth may lead them home.

Dragon> Lysseth and Taralyth sense that Kiyoth, from her place on the floor
of the bowl, whisper-touches about you both, welcoming you back home.

<*> Lysseth returns trumpet for bugle, muted greeting, and then warbles to
Taralyth her appreciation for that courtesy before furling her wings for a
wide and leisurely spiral.

You fly downwards towards the southern end of the bowl.

Lysseth> Taralyth and Kiyoth sense that Lysseth returns the touch with a
simple, quiet flicker of green, awareness, acknowledgment, and a last
greeting for the night.

Dragon> Lysseth and Kiyoth sense that Taralyth returns it - seconds it -
and swings an aerial spiral just for her before it's his ledge and, yes,
_home_.

You fold your wings and land on Lysseth's ledge, then make your way into
the weyr proper.