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I Don't Want No Dissension, Just Dramatic Tension


Date:  May 4(?), 1997
Places:  Benden Weyr's Outer Infirmary, Feeding Grounds, North Bowl,
and Living Cavern
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:  I know, I know; I mangled a verse from a Rocky Horror
Picture Show song for the sake of a log title.  But what can I say?
This one defied easy description, and the name I settled on works as
well as any.  In this log, we see mostly serious RP (though there's
some hysterical knot chat), beginning with a visit to Alyssa in the 
Infirmary; she's not been feeling well lately, and the cause is not 
widely known.  Later on, Kassi is witness to a promotion that again 
involves Alyssa--but not in the sense that many had expected.

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The Log:

You go beneath the rocky overhang that protects the Infirmary entrance.

Kassima is whistling--cheerfully, even--as she steps in from the bowl, both
hands behind her back and plainly hiding something from view. "Afternoon,
Adonith!" she greets the blue, glancing around the room as surreptitiously
as possible.

Lysseth> Adonith senses that Lysseth rumbles an affable greeting, good
spirits reflected in her mindvoice. << My rider wishes to know whether
yours is too busy for a visitor? >>

Dragon> Lysseth senses that Adonith sighs expansively, his usual content
tone colored by worry. << She sleeps. *image of Alyssa tossing and turning*
I fear for her. >>

Kassima frowns with concern as her eyes come back into focus, glancing
towards the tapestry that hides the inner infirmary from view. "Hope she's
all right," the greenrider murmurs.

Lysseth> Adonith senses that Lysseth rumbles in a different tone, sobriety
and some concern both evident. << Is she not better? My lifemate did not
seem too worried yesterday, after speaking to the Healer, but we both wish
the best for your rider. >>

Lysseth> Emlyn smiles at the dragons as she passes them. Pleiath, rather
than settling down to recline,follows her rider.

Emlyn moves into the Infirmary from the bowl.

Pleiath moves into the Infirmary from the bowl.

Pleiath warbles to Adonith as she peers around with curiousity.

Dragon> Lysseth senses that Adonith sighs again, eyes yellow-tinged and
unhappy. << I do not know. She does not seem better. She seems...*weak*. >>

Kassima salutes Emlyn with the bouquet of flowers she holds in one hand,
waving to the Weyrling with a second bouquet that is in the other.
"Afternoon, Emlyn." She says this a bit absently, her thoughts plainly
elsewhere.

Emlyn naturally salutes Kassima when she sees her. The weyrling is tugging
off her riding helmet. Her pale hair is a shade darker from perspiration,
and her face is slightly less pale (not to say tanned) from the last
sevenday's aerial training.

Emlyn smiles at the bouquet. "Somebody's finally asked you to handfast with
him." The young woman gives Kassima a squeeze on the forearm.
"Congratulations!"

Lysseth> Adonith senses that Lysseth's eyes take on a hint of the white
color that shows concern. << Do the Healers say anything about her? Do they
seem *worried*? >>

Adonith rumbles softly to the other green but sounds...sad.

Benden LC> T'fian walks in from the bowl.

Benden LC> Salless waves her dustcloth at the wingleader of Skyfire.

Benden Weyr> Rosalen waves for just a few minutes. :)

Benden LC> T'fian walks in, yawning tiredly.

Benden Weyr> T'fian says, "ROSA!"

Benden LC> Rosalen walks here from the Inner Cavern.

Kassima is pulled out of her troubled reverie by that comment, and snorts,
a half-grin flickering across her face. "Ach, a'course nay--even if'n I
could, who in their right mind would take me? Nay, these were to be for Lys."

Dragon> Adonith bespoke Lysseth with << *image of Garant* says she is weak
and must keep down fluids soon. >>

Benden Weyr> K'nan whoas. It's, like, Rosa! *hug* :)

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Rosababe! :)"

Benden LC> Rosalen enters from the Lower Caverns, looking behind her as she
goes and almost running into a table. She catches her leg on the
corner,"Ouch."

Lysseth> I bespoke Adonith with << Is there anything that my rider or I
could do to assist? >>

Emlyn's teasing of her fellow greenrider stops immediately when she hears
Adonith's sad-sounding rumble. She looks from him back to Kassima. "Were to
be? Is she .. what, .. I mean, Adonith's right here." Her voice rises a bit
with a sudden ratcheting of tension.

Benden LC> T'fian glances up as he stands in the entrance tunnel, pulling
off his riding gloves. He sees Rosalen just as she runs into a table and
blinks. "You okay?" he asks, attention caught between her and seeing what
she was looking behind her at.

Kassima shakes her head quickly, "Oh, nay--" she reassures with all due
haste. "She's still here... sleeping now, is all. I don't want to interrupt
her rest."

Alyssa emerges from behind the tapestry leading to the inner infirmary.

Emlyn exhales lenghtily. "Ah, good... I can't tell you how.." She stops
when Alyssa comes in.

Benden LC> Rosalen looks up from rubbing her upper thigh and blinks blankly
for a moment before realizing who the voice belongs to. Her cheeks redden
slightly and she nods,"Oh. Yes. Just clumsy." She smiles slightly,"How are
you?"

"It's all right, Adonith, I'm here," mumbles the bluerider as she energes
from behind the tapestry and shuffles toward her lifemate.

"Or nay," Kassi amends, smiling a smile that's tinged with relief as she
sees her friend. "Lys, are you all right? You should be resting,
m'friend... you look somewhat less than well, if'n y'don't mind my saying so."

Benden LC> T'fian walks quickly over to his weyrmate, chuckling lightly.
"It's why our eyes are on the front of our head, rather than the back," he
grins. "What were you looking at, anyway?"

Alyssa kneels beside Adonith and curls up at his side as his tail winds
about her protectively. "I should've come out long ago...he was worried,"
she explains very quietly to the greenrider as her head rests on the soft
dragonhide of her mate.

Benden LC> Rosalen smiles again, but her smile is uncertain,"Um...Alyssa is
in the infirmary...did you know?" Her eyes drop to the floor.

Emlyn peers up at Alyssa when the tall bluerider shuffles in. Emlyn salutes
quickly, but remains quiet. Pleiath, on the other hand, warbles her concern
at Alyssa's appearance. There isn't really room for the green's head in
here, but she tries to bring her muzzle closer anyway, nudging Kassima a
bit in the process.

Benden LC> T'fian shakes his head. "No. I didn't know," he says slowly,
very carefully. "She, uhm, wasn't injured, was she?" The question is very
hesitant as he would have heard if she had been.

Kassima nods soberly, taking a step or two closer to the blue dragonpair
before halting. "Aye... so Lysseth told me. Is there anything we can do for
you? Name it, and we'll be glad enough of the task--the sky-lady'd like to
help you both as much as I would, you may be sure." Her train of thought
and speech is broken as she's nudged by a green snout, and she smiles
ruefully at Pleiath.

Emlyn puts a hand on Pleiath's muzzle and smile apologetically at Kassima.

Benden LC> Rosalen shakes her head, silent for a moment. She looks briefly
at T'fian's eyes before looking down again, this time at the table's
edge,"No...it's her stomach..." She lowers her voice and lifts her face,
looking vacantly across the room,"T'fian...I think she's pregnant."

Kassima grins at Emlyn to assure the Weyrling that she doesn't mind, then
remembers the flowers in her hands and glances down at them. "Lyss and I
gathered these for you... *she* says," and here Kassi chuckles, "that water
lilies are the finest flowers, and none other will do for a proper bouquet.
So, please pardon hers being a bit unusual." The white water-lilies are
tied together with strands of colorful water-weeds--unusual is not the word.

Benden LC> T'fian breathes a sigh of relief. "Good. I'd hate to think that
I'd miss a 'rider being injured. She's going to be o...." his voice trails
off, his eyes widening somewhat. "What?" he repeats.

Alyssa takes the flowers and sniffs them, smiling faintly. "They're quite
lovely, quite lovely. Thanks you. Can you put them in some water for me,
Kassima? Hello, Pleiath..."

Benden LC> Rosalen swallows audibly, running her finger around in a puddle
on the tabletop. She adds uncertainly,"I don't know for sure, T'fian...it's
just a feeling. But she..." Her eyes fall to the floor once more,"I don't
know..."

"Naturally," Kassi smiles, turning on her heel and surveying the area for
any signs of water nearby. Locating a pitcher, she strides over to it and
plops both bouquets into it--never mind that it *was* a drinking pitcher.
"There we go. Given what these're being kept in, I half wonder if'n you
won't wind up with countless little flower-buds within a day or two, Lys."

Pleiath thrums like a gitar's strings will when another instrument nearby
is being played. She exhales sweet breath on Alyssa. Thankfully, this
wasn't a firestone day.

Benden LC> T'fian looks at Rosalen and shakes his head. "You're not sure?"
he repeats. "It's probably not that, right? I mean, something simple. Like
the stomach flu? I heard that there was a bad spell going about Half Circle."

Alyssa closes her eyes, managing a bare smile as Pleiath whuffles her.
"Thank you, Kassima. I'm...um...if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to sleep
now..."

Benden Weyr> Alyssa gets read to head out.

Benden Weyr> Caitria huggles Lys.

Benden Weyr> K'nan pounces on Alyssa.

Benden Weyr> T'fian waves to Alyssa.

Alyssa closes her eyes and relaxes, asleep almost at once.

Benden LC> Rosalen sits down heavily in seat next to where she's standing,
resting her chin in her hand, her elbow on the table in the puddle of
water...but she doesn't even really notice. She shakes her head and
sighs,"No...I don't know for sure...but she's rarely been sick like this
and it doesn't seem like the flu...to me." She looks up at her weyrmate,
her eyes extremely bright,"I just have a feeling."

Kassima nods to Lys, sympathetically. "A'course. Get your rest, Acting
Wingleader ma'a--" The greenrider pauses, then chuckles softly as she sees
that Lys has fallen asleep. "Shells. Whatever this is, 'tis certes hitting
her hard."

Emlyn nods slowly. "I hope she fights it off. Did the healer tell you
anything?"

Kassima bobs her head once, leaning back against a counter behind her. She
folds her arms, turning her gaze to the sleeping bluerider. "Aye. He
said... well, he said that he thought it might be morning-sickness."

Benden LC> T'fian sits down in a chair next to his weyrmate, looking at her
elbow in a puddle of water on the table. "Uhm, your, uh, elbow is in some
water," he says quietly. Beyond that, he's not sure what to say.

Emlyn's eyes widen. "All this from pregnancy?"

"Possibly; Garant said he can't tell for certain yet whether 'tis the
cause." Kassi exhales in a sigh. "And apart from that," she adds, quietly
so as not to disturb the sleeper, "that even if'n 'tis so, 'tis a most
severe form of the nausea--she can hardly keep aught down. He's worried
about dehydration, I think 'twas he said. And Adonith's worried, too."

Benden LC> Rosalen lifts her elbow from the table and stares at it
stupidly,"Oh." SHe watches it drip for a moment before placing her hand in
her lap, clenching her knee tightly with it to hide its trembling. She
doesn't look at her weyrmate as she softly says,"Garant, the healer who was
with Alyssa yesterday, asked me something..." Her voice trails off into
silence.

Emlyn looks at Adonith. The handsome blue's hide is a bit dull, to her eyes
at least. She nods. "He doesn't sound himself, either. Has -he- eaten since
Pleiath's flight, do you know?"

Benden LC> T'fian looks up at Rosalen, asking his weyrmate to continue:
"Asked you something...?"

Kassima scrutinizes Adonith carefully. "I don't know, but I'll say this:
'twould nay surprise me if'n he hasn't, nay as concerned over Lys as he is."

Benden LC> Rosalen mutters to T'fian.

Emlyn says to Kassima in a whisper, "This illness started a couple days
after the flight, and unless he ate in that period, he probably hasn't."
She frowns. "Should -we- say anything to anybody about this?"

Benden LC> T'fian shrugs, silently looking at his weyrmate for long
moments. "And what did you say? Or are you asking me?" he asks eventually.

Benden LC> Rosalen stares at the puddle on the table,"I hadn't thought of
it like that until he said that.  She shakes her head,"I didn't say
anything...until he said that, it hadn't even occurred to me to look at it
that way." She looks directly into her weyrmate's eyes for a brief moment,
but cannot bring herself to hold his gaze,"I guess I'm asking..."

Kassima's mouth is pulled down in a frown of concern. Her eyes roam over
Adonith and his rider, and she nods, once. "I think that mayhaps the
dragons would be best at convincing Adonith to eat. I'll ask Lyss to
bespeak him, once he wakes--if both she and Pleiath told him how little
good he's going to do his rider starving himself like this, he may just
come around. I don't know what else we can do for them... Lyss says that
Adonith says that Garant said Lys needs some sort of liquid she could keep
down."

Benden LC> A much, much older brownrider looks at the Weyrsecond and his
mate and just shakes his head. "This is a shardin' weyr for Faranth's
sake," he mutters to his cronies in a harsh whisper.

Emlyn hms. "The tea didn't stay down. Nor water." She crosses her arms,
thinking.

Benden Weyr> Emlyn has a log of Pleiath's flight and the subsequent brawl.
Page me if you'd like the url! :-)

Benden Weyr> K'nan says, "Brawl?"

Benden LC> Rosalen overhears the brownrider and whips around in her seat to
stare at him, her cheeks crimson. Her eyes burn as she blinks rapidly and
looks at the clenched fists she holds in her lap.

Benden Weyr> Emlyn grins. Yep.

Benden Weyr> K'nan says, "Oy."

Benden Weyr> Emlyn says, "Who says Benden doesn't know how to throw a party?"

"I thought I'd heard once," Kassi muses, "of people drinking wine when
they're ill like this... but given what the reason may be, that'd hardly be
ideal. Perhaps some of Salless's asparagus gunk?"

Benden Weyr> Emlyn says, "This addy, btw, also has a gif I made of Pleiath.
I'm very proud of it. So, if you think it's mediocre, don't tell me. ;-)"

Benden LC> T'fian ignores the brownrider, probably because he can't argue
with the man's logic. T'fian, however, despite having lived here for longer
than many, was Holdbred and has never been able to completely shake off
that basic conservative nature. He thinks quietly for a long moment,
looking at a point beyond his weyrmate's head. "It, uhm, happened. I don't
know why... except..." he shakes his head, not finishing that line of thought.

Benden LC> Rosalen ducks her head in shame and embarrassment, whispering in
a husky voice,"I told Garant...and Alyssa...I've no right to feel...I'm
sorry. With what he said and when Alyssa said she couldn't continue our
friendship...I just..." She blinks again, forcing back the tears.

Benden Weyr> Emlyn frowns as some of the log disappeared in the uploading.
How did -that- happen?

Benden LC> T'fian blinks. "What do you mean? Can't continue your
friendship?" he repeats, confused.

Benden Weyr> Kassima isna sure, Emlyn, but knows that it happens sometimes.
Upload again?

Benden LC> Rosalen nods miserably,"That's what she says...she says she
betrayed me...because you and she never had a chance...and now there's
F'nar..." She stands suddenly, wildly pushing her hair from her face,"I
need to ..." She bolts across the lc toward the tunnel.

Benden LC> T'fian opens his mouth to say something, then closes it,
blinking with surprise, trying to reconcile words with actions as Rosalen
runs out. He begins to stand to follow his weyrmate, then sits again, his
brain kind of short-circuiting over this.

Benden LC> Rosalen walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Benden Weyr> Rosalen has to run. Have a good night all. :)

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Zhai, Rosa! :)"

Benden Weyr> T'fian snugs Rosa. G'night. :)

Benden LC> T'fian walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Benden Weyr> Kassima pouncesnugs the Lys! :)

Benden Weyr> Alyssa eek. :)

Benden Weyr> Caitria aHA-s and tacklesnugs Lys. (After Kassi has unpounced,
a'course. ;)

Benden Weyr> C'vadan snugs 'Lys.

Benden Weyr> Alyssa sighs. Tiffy said he'd be here when I came back, sniff.
EEEEK, pouncetacklesnugged again!

Emlyn isn't here. Assume she left a while ago with Pleiath.

Kassima is still here, having fallen asleep on a chair somewhere. Quiet
snoring can in fact be heard from her direction. Zzzzzz.

Benden Weyr> Kassima giggles at Emlyn's log. Thanks for posting this, Em.
My typist hasn't screeched with laughter like this in far too long. :)

Benden Weyr> Caitria, in fact, changes her @do in honor of the brawl. ;)

Benden Weyr> Caitria er. Status. Not @do.

Benden Weyr> Kassima also harumphs as she reads what was said about her.
Hey! They would *not* be mopping up rider blood for days. One day, sure,
but plural days? ;)

Alyssa turns over a bit, Adonith tucking a wing about her protectively.

Kassima seems to have fallen asleep quite unintentionally, since most
people don't *plan* to fall asleep while sitting on the floor with their
backs propped up against a counter. Though she's ceased snoring, the quiet
trills of her similarly dozing fire-lizards make up for the lack.

Alyssa starts, sits up a bit, and mumbles, "I'm sorry, Garant, what were
you saying?"

Kassima starts awake, both eyes flying open. "Garant? What? Who? Where?
Huh? Oh. Heyla, Lys... did I hear someone mention that man's name, or was I
having another one of those nightmares?"

Alyssa pushes her hair from her eyes and blinks a few times to regain her
bearings. "I don't think so," the bluerider mumbles. "Um..how did I get out
here?"

"You fell asleep," Kassi supplies. "You'd come out to see Adonith, and then
were out like a light a'fore either Em or I could even say a further
word... feeling any better for your rest?"

Alyssa gives the impression she's thinking about this, then she shrugs and
answers sleepily, "I feel grubby. I wish I could bathe."

Kassima stretches her arms towards the ceiling, wincing as a bone in her
neck pops. "I've done wiser things than fall asleep on the floor like
that," she comments in a wry tone, hauling herself to her feet. "Why can't
you ask the Healers or some rider-sorts to bring you a tub with 'Springs
water in it for bathing?"

Alyssa narrows her eyes faintly as she rouses from her slumbery state,
yawning. "Why did you fall asleep there, Kassima?"

Kassima rubs at her neck, eyes glazing a bit as she searches through her
own sleep-fuzzed memory. "'Twas speaking with Emlyn over something, and
when she left I thought I'd sit down and catch a bit of a rest a'fore
heading back out--I'd just been swimming when I got here, y'see." She
flicks her half-dried bangs away from her eyes for emphasis. "Next thing I
know," she adds, with a snap of her fingers, "'twas out like a dead glow."

A small smile creases Alyssa's features as she snuggles more comfortably
against Adonith, who whuffles her softly. "I used to fall asleep in the
bowl curled around a dragon when I was pregnant...you likely do not
remember that."

Kassima smiles as she takes in Lys's current stance, which could be
considered to be similar to that which the bluerider just described; the
smile turns a touch sheepish, though, as the greenrider shakes her head.
"I'm afraid nay," she admits. "'Twas nay long after Lyss Hatched, if memory
serves, and I don't remember much about that time beyond caring for her."

Alyssa mmms and nods, closing her eyes again as Adonith rests his head in
front of Kassima and emits a soft whuff. "I was pregnant -- barely -- at
the hatching. So Alnar was born about eight months later. Was it that long
ago??"

Kassima reaches out a hand towards the blue in a silent offer to scritch,
meanwhile glancing up at his rider. "Y'know... Emlyn was wondering, and I
couldn't rightly answer, whether Adonith's eaten anything since Pleiath
rose? And as to time...." She chuckles. "Six Turns and a half, with nearly
a month more."

Adonith lowers his muzzle to Kassima and whuffles her softly as Alyssa
answers with a blink, "I...don't know."

Kassima runs her fingers over Adonith's nearest eyeridge, scritching
gently. "Lysseth's absolutely right when she says that you're a fine blue,"
she chuckles. "Sweet, too, hmm? Well, Lys, he really should. Maybe if he
could get something to eat, so could you."

Dragon> Lysseth senses that Adonith rumbles softly. << Hunt with me? >>

T'fian moves into the Infirmary from the bowl.

Lysseth> Adonith senses that Lysseth considers, gauging the level of her
own hunger. << I think another beast or two would not hurt me, and it would
be a fine thing to have your company in my hunting. >>

Nodding to what Kassima has suggested, Alyssa takes a deep breath and moves
to push off the floor, where she was cuddled against Adonith. "He is a bit
hungry. That's a good idea, Kassima."

T'fian strides purposefully into the infirmary then stops and folds his
arms across his chest.

Adonith rumbles a greeting, soft and warm, to the Weyrsecond as he appears.

Kassima salutes the Weyrsecond promptly, nodding once in greeting before
returning her attention to the other bluerider. "'Twas Emlyn's in the first
place, so I'll nay be reluctant about concurring. Lysseth says that she'd
be glad of a wherry or two herself... greedy creature." The smile that
flickers across the greenrider's face is fond, belying her own words.

T'fian's eyes glances around the room, finally landing on Adonith and then,
her rider. Scowling, T'fian takes a step closer. "Is there a problem here,
/Wingsecond?/" he asks, obviously with some impatience and accenting the
word 'wingsecond' obscurely.

Alyssa looks startled at this attitude and carefully picks herself off of
the floor, aided by a nudge of Adonith's muzzle. "N-no...sir..." she
murmurs as she leans against her curious lifemate.

T'fian nods, not accepting the answer to be at all acceptable. He ignores
the Thunderbolt greenrider as he sternly continues, using the tone that
both other riders may remember from those long lost days as weyrlings.
"Nothing?" he demands. "Nothing? Well, imagine my surprise at waking up
this morning to find that /my/ Wing was being commanded by somebody whom I
did not give command to. And I have no reason why? So, I would really like
to know what's going on, if you.do.not.mind, Wingsecond."

Kassima eyes the Weyrsecond, one corner of her mouth tugged downwards as
she observes his bizarre attitude. Not wishing to intrude on whatever
business her superiors have with each other, she keeps quiet in an attempt
to be as unobtrusive as possible; that this also makes eavesdropping easier
is sheerly coincidence.

Alyssa blinks, then blinks again, the little color in her features draining
utterly. "I...I..." is all she can or will say just now.

T'fian taps his feet, waiting for the bluerider to continue, or at least
say something coherent. As he waits, though, he looks at the wingsecond,
then swallows. It seems his impatience, or rather the semblance of
impatience he was wearing, drains away. "You look like a dragon sat on
you," he says, his voice much quieter and softer than before, as if he
couldn't hold onto his anger at close inspection of Alyssa.

In the corner of the infirmary, Garant just snorts. Loudly.

"Begging your pardon, sir," Kassi says quietly from her corner, raising her
head. "But 'tis to be noted that she has been quite ill of late--and still
is, according to the Healers." She nods towards the snorting Garant.

Alyssa regards the Weyrsecond tremulously for the very, very longest time,
then, after a glance at Kassima, she excuses herself in a mumble, adding
that she should be cleaned up before facing her superior.

Alyssa pushes the tapestry aside and walks into the inner infirmary.

Meli moves into the Infirmary from the bowl.

T'fian glances over at Garant, then at Kassima, just noticing the
greenrider. "Uh," he murmers rather intelligently. Then, his gaze is taken
back to the other bluerider as she disappears into the inner infirmary.
"Shards," he mutters.

Meli slips in, a grin on her face. "Hey, all, once again I'm missin'
th'party. Wha's up?"

Adonith rouses himself and shakes a little, not taking his gaze away from
T'fian at all. His expression is difficult to read, but he does not seem
pleased.

T'fian glances towards Meli and nods. "Not much," he mutters cryptically to
the greenrider's question. He doesn't look in Adonith's direction.

Meli's brow furrows slightly. "Lys not feelin' better?" she asks, with a
gesture towards Adonith.

Kassima gets to her feet with some difficulty, as said feet would seem to
be asleep. Rubbing her temples absently, she glances after the departing
bluerider. "Forgive me for saying so, sir," she remarks with some
hesitance, "but I think that she did the right thing in delegating command
to K'tyn. She needs rest, and leading drills when you've nay been anything
to keep anything in your stomach for days seems a less than ideal way to
operate." Flicking a glance to Meli, she waves to her friend. "Oh... naught
particularly. And nay, I don't think she is."

Garant folds his arms across his chest and just stands watching, toe
tapping, as he rather plainly eavesdrops.

T'fian crosses his arms, shaking his head. "I, uhm, didn't really realize.
I mean, I'd heard she wasn't feeling well, but..." He shrugs his shoulders,
rather helplessly.

Benden Weyr> S'riv says, "hello I love you won't you tell me your name?"

Benden Weyr> T'fian says, "My name's Saer."

Benden Weyr> S'riv says, "what a /weird/ name"

Benden Weyr> Meli says, "My name's Mrs. Beasley."

"I believe Meli can confirm it when I say that she was certes in nay shape
to even leave her bed yestereve." Kassi nods towards the other greenrider,
her own arms folded as she leans back against that convenient counter. "But
a Healer'd likely be best to tell you of what ails her." This time, her nod
is towards the obviously eavesdropping Garant.

Meli leans to the side slightly. She mutters to Kassima, "...any...
whether...not 'lys...Water... " 

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Mine is Chiquitabanana, and I'm a Restaraunt
Reviewer Fairy."

Kassima shakes her head in silent response to Meli's inquiry.

T'fian glances in Garant's direction, then turns back to Kassima, obviously
not wishing to deal with the Healers (seeing a Healer is bad luck, don'cha
know?). "Uhm, you don't know what's wrong with her?" he probes.

Garant snorts again, more loudly than before, and goes into the inner
infirmary to see if he's needed.

Benden Weyr> S'riv says, "somehow it fits you kassi"

Kassima drums the fingers of one hand against her arm as she considers how
to respond. "I know what I've heard," she finally answers. "And that is
that she's unable to keep any food or liquid down, and may be in danger of
dehydration if'n she can't get something in her a'fore too long. Adonith
told Lyss that she feels weak, as well. And yon Healer, he had a theory
that it might be an extreme form of morning-sickness."

T'fian nods slowly. "You sure it's not ... well, a bad stomach flu's been
going through Half Circle. And she was, uhm, down there not that long ago?"

Meli crosses her arms over her chest, moving to a table and hiking herself
partway up onto it.

Kassima shakes her head. "I wouldn't be one to know, nay being a Healer or
aught; still, I'd say a flu would nay last this long without either
worsening or breaking. And while this may mean naught, I've heard naught
said of her being fevered, or having any other flu symptoms. 'Tis the
nausea alone... and I've nay heard of such an illness as to have only *one*
symptom."

Alyssa emerges from behind the tapestry leading to the inner infirmary.

Benden Weyr> <Sionelle>  Boba Elle leaps nimbly onto the knot, emerging
from the stealth mode that's kept her +quiet as she infiltrated the Rebel
stronghold. Spotting the old wizard, Obi Weyr Kenobi, she pauses a moment
to salute, then aims her blaster carbine. "Your feeble powers are no match
for me, old man."

Alyssa is somewhat more tidied as she reemerges, hair combed, face washed,
clothing changed. And she salutes T'fian. "My apologies for appearing so
slovenly earlier, Weyrsecond, sir," she murmurs. "I am ready to answer your
questions now. If you don't mind if I first send my dragon off to eat."

Benden Weyr> Sionelle ohs, too. "Hi, y'all. :)" Then she slips back into
her dark, grim, other persona in the nasty looking armor.

Benden Weyr> <S'riv> 

Benden Weyr> Kassima Vader eyes Boba Elle through her opaque black goggles,
the force of her glare spontaneously combusting some poor
carbonite-encrusted guy who now serves as one of her paperweights. "That's
my line," she intones, raspy breathing and all.

Benden Weyr> M'rgan fingers his trousers and with a flick, brings them to
full activation.

Benden Weyr> Sionelle peers at the emptiness that replies to her. "Is this
some trick of the Force, old man?"

Benden Weyr> Melibacca "Grrlllllwwrrrllll."

Benden Weyr> <S'riv> Being a ghost, Obi Weyr Kanobi doesn't look th least
bit phased as he turns Boba Elle's blaster into a chocolate pudding.

T'fian nods again at Kassima's words. "Thank you," he murmers before
turning to face Alyssa. He shakes his head. "That's okay, uhm, Alyssa. I
didn't realize you were this ill." He takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry. You
did the right thing turning the wing over to Prometh's rider."

Adonith rouses himself again, slowly, and whuffles the two greenriders
before lumbering outside.

Adonith moves carefully through the opening to the bowl.

Benden Weyr> Kassima's typist cracks up. Light-Pants: A Jedi Knight's
weapon! She then goes back to looking evil and Vaderish. "It is your
destiny to join the Dark Side," she informs Mart Skywalker. "We will rule
the universe together as Parental Unit and son." (What--you didn't really
think I was going to say father, did you?)

Meli smiles as she is whuffled, then tries to catch Kassi's eye, giving a
jerk of her head towards the exit to the bowl.

Benden Weyr> Sionelle peers at her pudding covered hands, and narrows her
eyes behind her visor. "You'll pay for this, Jedi You and your little dog,
too." She sniffs derisively toward Melibacca.

Lysseth> Adonith senses that Lysseth warbles quietly, watching you fly
overhead. << Do you still wish me to hunt with you? >>

Alyssa seems to have something on her mind and even opens and closes her
mouth a few times to speak, but all she does is watch Adonith leave, not
meeting the Weyrsecond's gaze.

Benden Weyr> Melibacca bares her teeth, drooling a touch. Hefting her
blaster across her chest, she repeats "Grrlllllwwrrrllll."

Dragon> Adonith bespoke Lysseth with << Yes, please. >>

Kassima nods to Meli, and salutes both the Acting Wingleader and the
Weyrsecond before heading towards the exit.

Lysseth> You spring into the air and catch the thermals rising from the
bowl floor to carry you aloft.

Lysseth> Adonith flies towards the south end of the bowl.

Lysseth> You fly towards the south end of the bowl.

You walk out into the bowl.

Meli emerges from the infirmary.

Lysseth> Adonith flies downward towards the feeding grounds.

Lysseth> You fly downwards towards the feeding grounds.

Benden Weyr> <S'riv> Obi Weyr Kenobi has had enough of this violence. He
turns Melibaccas blaster into Chocolate, and Boba Elles backup blaster into
peanut butter, he combines the two and lets teh farce sort it out.

Benden Bowl> Juliath cracks a lid, watching the others begin to feed. With
a low rumble, she comes fully awake.

Meli blinks, spending a moment with Juliath, then exhales. "Sure hope
w'know wha's th'matter soon."

Benden Weyr> Sionelle says, a la the bad commercial from ages back. "You
gotchocolate in my peanut butter. " At the reply of 'You got peanut butter
in my chocolate," she tries a bit of the concoction. "Mmmm," she says with
an insipid advertising grin. "Tastes great." Beaming at Melibacca and Obi
Weyr Kenobi, she munches contentedly. Thus did Resee's bring the war to a
close.

Benden Weyr> Sionelle . o O ( Or maybe not. Is Solo still a Nestle Cruncy
Carbonite Bar? )

Lysseth> Lysseth circles over the Feeding Grounds several times, just low
enough to send the beasts into panic. Her outstretched talons spear through
the hide of a particularly fine-looking herdbeast male as she dives,
forcing him to stop his attempt to flee; his bellow of pain is as futile as
the jerking movements of his legs. Nonchalantly, the green rakes her claws
across the beast's throat to cease his cries before lowering her head to
feed in earnest.

Benden Weyr> Melibacca watches with amusement, commenting "Mmph hmph hmph
hmph."

Benden Weyr> Kassima hees and is eating Reese's Peanut Butter Crunch cereal
even as we speak.

Kassima's eyes are on the distant shapes in the feeding grounds as she
replies, "I just hope she gets well enough to stomach liquids soon. If'n
'tis morning sickness i'truth, 'tis the most bizarre case of it I've ever
seen... which isn't to say," she can't help but add with a rueful grin,
"that I've seen many."

Benden Weyr> Sionelle looks at the time. "Well, the weyrlings are late. I'm
off for the ni-- oh damn it. T'saren's here. ;)"

Meli chuckles, but the sound is somewhat hollow. "Well, I'm sure Garant'll
do right b'her, even if he is a pain in th'behind."

Lysseth> Adonith plunges into the herd and selects his kill with alacrity,
dragging it to one side to feed without pause.

Benden Weyr> T'saren chuckles. I know, it's all my fault, just like usual. ;)

Benden Weyr> Ofira waves :)

Benden Weyr> Melibacca growls as she spots the Death T'sar. Now surely the
dread Boba Elle and Kassi Vader will escape.

Kassima snorts with laughter. "You've almost the right of it there. Well, I
won't deny that he seems to know his trade, sadistic and lecherous though
he is."

Benden Weyr> Kassima always escapes, Melibacca! Only Anakiat Skywalker ever
actually dies. ;)

Benden Weyr> Sionelle says, "Not if Skywalker shoots a blast up the Death
T'sar's exhaust port, if you know what I mean..."

Benden Weyr> T'saren eeeks and covers his exhaust port. I'm not that way
yet. Haven't been in the Weyr long enough.. ;)

Kassima stretches her arms up to the sky again, exhaling in a long sigh as
she relaxes. "So how've you been of late, Meli, health-wise?"

Meli starts slightly, as she'd been miles away. "Hmm? Oh, fine, really.
Startin' t'feel a bit fat, y'know," she comments, with a pat at her
stomach. "Otherwise, good. Tryin' t'stick to th'diet Garant gave me. You?"

Kassima's laughter is unusually quiet, for her. "Aye, I know." Resting a
hand on her own waistline for a moment, she looks thoughtful for a moment.
"I've been sticking to the diet as best I can, but I confess that I can't
resist sweets half as well as I should. Between the hunting and swimming,
though, I think I'm burning most of that off."

"Y'know," Meli murmurs. "Hadn't realized it til y'said tha', but I've lost
m'cravin' f'sweets. Imagine that."

"Oh, nay me. I like 'em better'n usual, if anything--'tis spices that I
can't stand anymore." Casting another glance towards the Feeding Grounds,
she wonders, "Know how long 'twill be a'fore we'll supposedly start eating
bizarre things?"

Lysseth> Adonith discards his first kill, a wherry, and takes to the air
again, soaring for a moment and no longer before he espies the creature he
wants. Plummeting downward, he spears a second wherry on his outreaching
talons and carries it away.

Lysseth> Lysseth spits out the hooves and horns of her first kill, those
being all that remains. Not quite sated, the green snakes out a foreclaw to
snag the coat of a passing wherry. Carmine droplets well up around her
claws where they've punctured the avian flesh, dribbling on the churned-up
ground as she drags the creature closer to herself. A quick lash of the
dragon's tail breaks the beast's neck, silencing its screeches and allowing
Lysseth to feast in a quiet broken only by the sounds of dragons feeding.

Emlyn walks here from the south.

Pleiath lumbers here from the south.

Emlyn comes up and, with a smile, salutes the two greenriders.

Kassima shifts her attention from the feeding grounds, lifting one arm to
sharply return Emlyn's salute. "Heya again, Weyrling." With a grin, she
nods in the direction of the Grounds. "Adonith's eating, 'twould seem."

Emlyn looks pleased to hear this about Adonith. "That's good news, indeed!
Is Alyssa any better?"

"Nay unless she's improved since we left, but the rest certes doesn't seem
to have done her any ill." Kassi's reply is accompanied by a faint smile.

Emlyn nods, relieved to hear this report. She doesn't look over at the
feeding grounds, which shouldn't surprise anybody.

Pleiath warbles at her rider. Emlyn grins, then says to Kassima. "Pleiath
reports from Adonith that Alyssa is hungry!"

Meli sniffs, turning her attention to the weyrling. "Ev'rythin' all right,
Emlyn?"

Meli's eyes widen. "Oh, good!"

Considering that Lysseth's up to her usual animal-ravaging antics, that
Emlyn isn't watching is in all likelihood a good thing. "She is?" Kassi
asks, obviously pleased. "Well now, that's good news! Mayhaps we should
take her in some food? D'you think Adonith's getting a bite to eat helped
her 'tall?"

Benden Weyr> J'lyn says, "How's Benden tonite?"

Emlyn grins, saying to Kassima, "You never know." She turns to Meli and
says, "Pleiath and I are very well, thank you. I can't tell you how nice it
is to have my -own- emotions back."

Benden Weyr> J'cob says, "Shaken, not stirred."

Emlyn picks up Kassima's suggestion, "Let's take her some food, indeed."

Kassima laughs, tucking her hands into her jacket pockets. "Something with
which I think all greenriders can sympathize, Emlyn, for true. Meli, you
want to help us bring some food to our poor stomach-heaving friend?"

Meli nods at the other two greenriders, commenting as she moves forward,
"Any questions, concerns, or such?" to Emlyn.

Benden Weyr> Emlyn says, "Okay, the log from Pleiath's flight is on the WWW
and broken into two easily-digestible peices. It's located on Emlyn's
character page. Page me for the url, if you're interested. :-)"

Emlyn nods at Meli, a teasing light in her eyes. "Yes. Why haven't we
learned -my- home cothold as one of the major between destinations?"

Meli laughs, moving to drape her arms over Emlyn's and Kassi's shoulders.
"Good question."

Emlyn walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.

Kassima flashes a grin at Emlyn. "'Tis nay doubt for the same unforgivable
reason that *we* weren't taught the Greystones coordinates straight away!"
she laughs, heading into the LC with the others.

Meli walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.

You walk past the lintel and into the wide living cavern.

From the kitchen, Samilan tells Ofira the measurements.

From the kitchen, Ofira nods noncomitally. "Mmmhmmm. And how much sweetening?"

From the kitchen, The yeast begin chanting anti-Baker slurs, since they've
killed so many of their kind.

T'fian nods quietly to Salless as he makes his way over to the Skyfire
table. He pauses halfway there, then turns and looks towards the Leaders
table, and after a few moments of deliberation, heads towards the latter.

Kassima salutes automatically when she spots Lys and T'fian, and only then
does she blink with surprise. "Lys! 'Twere just going to bring you some
dinner... if'n you're feeling well enough to eat?"

Emlyn looks pleased to see Alyssa on her feet. "We were just coming to get
a pile of food for you."

Alyssa sits down at Skyfire's table and smiles thinly. "That's very sweet.
I just wanted to get out after T'fian got me on my feet."

K'tyn walks in from the bowl.

From the kitchen, Samilan tells that amount as well.

Emlyn salutes sharply when she gets close enough to make the gesture
meaningful.

T'fian sits down at the Weyrleaders' table.

P'tran walks in from the bowl.

Salless tells her girls to look sharp when the weyrleader walks in.

From the kitchen, Ofira nods, watching Samilan pound the dough. "And
um....how long do you plan to keep on kneading that?"

T'fian glances up from his quiet contempation of the leaders' table to
stand and salute P'tran. "Good evening, sir," he says quietly before
returning to his seat.

Kassima returns the smile, sincerely and with some warmth. "'Tis right good
t'see you out and about again, Wingsecond. What can we fetch for you? This
greenrider," she proclaims, with a wholly over-florid and pretty
ridiculous-looking bow to Lys, "is at your command for the eve."
Straightening, she immediately snaps a crisp salute to the Weyrleader.
"G'deve t'you, sir."

K'tyn wanders in, looking rather tired. He salutes T'fian and P'tran, then
grins at Emlyn. "Stop that," and then to Lys and Kassima, "Heya. Feeling
better?"

P'tran walks in from the bowl having a somewhat animated discussion with a
Thunderbolt wingrider. "When I tell you where your place is in the
formation, I expect you to *be* there. Now I don't want to hear any more
excuses. This conversation is over." He turns abruptly from the rider, who
gives the Weyrleader a glare behind his back before stalking off.

From the kitchen, Samilan says "About ten minutes. Then all pound it down
and let it sit for half a candle mark."

From the kitchen, Ofira nods thoughtfully. "I see...any special dishes you
used to make back home?"

Emlyn was looking in the weyrleader's direction during that exchange, so
her eyes widen. Her salute is sharp. She looks quickly back at the foods
table.

From the kitchen, Samilan says "Well, before I left I did mess around with
meatrolls for a bit..."

P'tran glances around the caverns for a moment with a slight sigh, then
composes himself and gives a brief nod of acknowledgement to the various
greetings and salutes

T'fian turns away from the Weyrleader before the rider glares at P'tran's
back, so misses the exchange.

From the kitchen, Ofira blinks. "Mess around?"

Kassima quirks an eyebrow at her departing wingmate, then salutes yet a
fourth time, in this case to K'tyn. "Heyla yourself, Kiat. How fares it
with you?"

Meli enters without comment, since it's all been said, choosing instead to
just kerplop herself down on a bench opposite Alyssa, in a jumble of limbs.

Alyssa, startled by the Weyrleader's arrival, gets to her feet and salutes
P'tran. Then sits down again and silently watches the others, shaking her
head to their inquiries.

From the kitchen, Ofira looks out to the living cavern and gives a general
wave to the crowd coming in and straightens up to get together some
platters of food.

P'tran pulls off his riding gloves, looking like he just got back from
sweepriding, and stuffs them into his pocket rather haphazardly. He looks
between ALyssa and K'tyn for a moment, then turns towards the former. "How
are you feeling?" He shakes his head at her salute and gestures at her to
sit down. "The healers give you clearances to be out of the infirmary?"

From the kitchen, Ofira says to Samilan, "Well, get on with that bread and
you can help me bring some things out to the living cavern." She continues
to watch him sharply.

K'tyn smiles winningly at Salless. "Food, please? I swear I'm starved,
Salless..." His own eyes widen at the sharp word from a normally mild
P'tran and he shrugs a little. He looks at Kassima, taking a seat near her
and Alyssa. "Well, I suppose. Just tired. Been running back and forth
between Benden and Igen...Not that I'd have it any other way, mind,
but...I'm wishing I had a spare me to wheel out, occasionally." He laughs
quietly, thanking Salless when she brings a mountain of food for him. "Ya
starved, So eat, then, bronzerider," the older woman chides.

T'fian glances up briefly at the mention of the word 'healers'. He shakes
his head to himself before glancing back down at some hides which he has
just pulled from his satchell, exhaling loudly as he makes several
notations with his writing stick on one of the hides.

From the kitchen, Samilan nods to Ofira gving the bread a strike at the
center before setting it to one side.

"No, sir," Alyssa replies, a little taken aback by P'tran's
uncharacteristic behaviour. "But I was a little hungry, and T'fian was
coming this way..." She shrugs her shoulders lamely, takes a breath, and
adds, "And we're beginning to think I'll be grounded for quite a while,
sir. I'm...sorry."

T'fian glances up again at the mention of his name. "Excuse me?" he asks.

Emlyn takes a quiet seat, listening. Sometimes, if you're fortunate, you
end up seeing the events happen and don't have to rely on Salless for the
tale.

P'tran hrms at the response, then shakes his head at her apology. "If
you're apologizing for being here without healer leave, I"ll be satisfied
if you head back to the infirmary as soon as you're done here. If you;re
apologizing for being sick in the first place, that's hardly your fault."

Kassima makes her way over to the food-tables, picking up a pair of plates;
judging by the ribs, baked pudding, mushrooms, and muffins stacked onto it,
it must be for her. "Tubers and stewed greens sound fair, Lys? And ginger
tea?" She's already stocking up the plate without waiting for a reply.
Without turning her head, she replies to Kiat, "I know the feeling,
actually. Never used to understand that, but these days, there're times I'm
so tired for nay really good reason... well, y'know how 'tis."

T'fian coughs suddenly.

From the kitchen, Ofira peers over the evening's work and begins to fill
platters with stew and meatrolls and fresh bread and cheese, handing them
to apprentices to carry out to the living cavern.

Alyssa merely nods to the Weyrleader. "I'll be back in the infirmary as
soon as Adonith's finished eating, sir. Um...Kassima. Just bread and tubers
and some tea...thank you." She then falls silent, looking as acutely
self-aware as she feels.

From the kitchen, Samilan stands in line to get a plate.

From the kitchen, Ofira ladles out a dish of legume stew with tubers and
fingeroots and points the way , after giving the tray to Samilan. "Just
take it out, ask if anyone needs anything and then come right back," she
instructs.

Samilan walks in from the kitchen.

P'tran nods to Alyssa, still looking to be in somewhat of an uptight mood,
but does not appear to be upset with anyone in particular. "I have to
admit, it's better than being injured, overall. I understand you gave the
wing to K'tyn?"

Kassima scrapes the greens off of the second plate she's been preparing,
snagging a few slices of grain bread to put in their place. Juggling the
two food-loaded plates, tea, and a mug of citron for herself is no
particularly easy task, but she somehow manages. Lys's food is set deftly
before her with only faint *thumps* of dishware against table. This done,
Kassi takes her own meal to her usual seat at the Thunderbolt table. "Aught
newsworthy occuring at Igen these days, Kiat?"

K'tyn plows through his food, making short work of the three plates of food.

Samilan walks in with a tray saying in a semi-loud voice, "Does anyone want
anything?"

T'fian eyes K'tyn, always amazed by how much food that lad can put away.

From the kitchen, Ofira sighs, listening to the boy, and thinking he has a
bit to learn about the way to talk to riders.

P'tran glances over in K'tyn's direction for a moment while awaiting
Alyssa's reply, but his gaze is rather impassive and its hard to tell what
he's thinking.

Emlyn is simply listening to what's going on with P'tran and Alyssa. She
hides her interest, a little, behind a mug of juice.

K'tyn sits back. "Ah! Better. Nothing like Ofira's food, though Igen's fare
was adequate." He grins at T'fian. "Have to keep up my strength, y'see."

Alyssa glances at the bronzerider nearby, briefly, and nods once. "Yes,
sir. A few days ago...I know he's busy and all but...I just can't be on
duty. Garant's forbidden it. So far the reports I've seen have shown K'tyn
quite competant."

From the kitchen, Ofira calls to Samilan, "Try again a little louder. And
be polite!" she hisses.

Samilan glances back at Ofira nods and says a tid louder, "May I have the
pleasure of serving anyone?"

P'tran nods to Alyssa and furrows his brow, but in thought, not anger.
However, it does appear that he's wrestling with something. "

K'tyn smirks at Lys, then leans close to murmur to Kassima. He mutters to
Kassima, "Competent, am I?... felt... to juggle... things at..." 

You sense K'tyn smirks at Lys, then leans close to murmur to Kassima.
"Competent, am I? I suppose that's a relief, considering I felt I was
trying to juggle twenty odd things at once,"

From the kitchen, Ofira nods to herself. Much better.

P'tran says "Have you been keeping up with your dragonhealing duties?"

T'fian glances over at Samilan. "Uhm. No thank you," he says quietly.

K'tyn looks up at Samilan. "Please, bring me some juice, if you'd be so kind?"

Meli glances over at the call. "Yeh, hmm, I'd like s'dinner, too. Whatever
Ofira's got hot."

"I haven't really been able to do much of anything." This admission doesn't
appear to be easy for Alyssa to make. "Other than lie in the infirmary.
Before I got sick, however...well, yes, sir, I was. Insofar as I could."

P'tran does raise an eyebrow slightly as he overhears something from K'tyn
but otherwise doesn't react. He glances over to Samilian and shakes his
head. "Nothing for me."

P'tran nods to ALyssa. "That's largely what I meant." He looks over to
K'tyn. "K'tyn, come over here for a moment please."

Emlyn blinks at Samilan. She shakes her head quickly. "No, thank you. I'm a
weyrling." She nods at a visiting master crafter. "Try asking the fancyknot
over there."

Kassima looks up and shakes her head at Samilan to indicate that she's got
all the food she needs for the nonce. Chuckling at Kiat's words, she leans
over in her chair to respond. She mutters to K'tyn, "... Kiat,... you're
capable... those... at... to juggle even... doesn't come as all... much of
a..." 

K'tyn senses Kassima looks up and shakes her head at Samilan to indicate
that she's got all the food she needs for the nonce. Chuckling at Kiat's
words, she leans over in her chair to respond. "Well, Kiat, if'n you're
capable of juggling those three or four plates at every meal, then your
being able to juggle even more activities doesn't come as all that much of
a surprise!"

K'tyn grins at Kassima, "With words of support like that, I suppose I can
learn to juggle more than plates, hm?"

Samilan nods to K'tyn, "Yes, sir." he sets the tray in front of Meli, "Here
you are, ma'am. Call if you need anything else." he hurries back towards
the kitchen.

Samilan walks off towards the kitchen.

T'fian stands up, suddenly, then turns to K'tyn. "Excuse me, Bronzerider,"
he says quietly, but a little more forcefully than he really meant to, "but
your Weyrleader has requested your presence."

Meli eyes the legume stew with a wary glance. "Hmm. That'll teach me not
t'be specific."

From the kitchen, Samilan looks about for a clean mug, which he finds and
fills with juice.He looks towards Ofira to see if he needs to do anything
else before heading back into the living cavern.

K'tyn shakes his head at T'fian, then reddens. "Ah, yes, sir. I didn't
hear..." He stands rapidly, and moves toward the Weyrleader. "Sorry sir.
How cnI assist?"

P'tran glances over to T'fian for a moment and smiles very slightly at the
Weyrsecond's words, then turns back to Alyssa as he awaits K'tyn. "I have
heard good things about you with regards to the dragonhealing program," he
comments to her

P'tran turns his head to K'tyn and nods. "You've been handling the
Wingleader task all right, I understand. Considering it was thrust upon you
so quickly."

From the kitchen, Ofira nods to Samilan, "Good..you have to speak up when
you're in there, or no one will hear you."

Benden Weyr> P'tran says, "This is record for me. Coming out and RPing
twice in so many weeks :)"

Alyssa smiles faintly at P'tran's praise but concentrates on what he is now
saying to K'tyn, fingers curling around her mug of tea.

K'tyn grins. "Sir, I've learned to be...flexible. Tis someting T'fian and
Lys taught me," he says with quiet pride. "I am sure that I'd be half the
rider I am without their support--but then, I know you're well aware of
their abilities."

T'fian follows after K'tyn after he hears the conversation turn towards
/his/ wing.

Benden Weyr> Kassima cheers for the FL. :)

From the kitchen, Samilan nods, as he heads towards the living carven,
"Yes, craftmaster."

Meli pokes her spoon into the stew, stirring the legumes around and
swallowing carefully. Setting her implement back down, she turns her
attention instead to the conversations.

J'lyn walks in from the bowl.

Salless nods at J'lyn as he orders something.

Samilan walks in from the kitchen.

Benden Weyr> J'cob says, "Goodness, gracious. Are you sure its really him?"

P'tran listens to K'tyn and nods slowly, furrowing his brow again as he
looks back from him to Alyssa. "Well, I have to say, this makes the
decision rather hard for me," he comments with a slight sigh

Salless unlocks the wine cabinet to pour J'lyn a single goblet of Benden
White.

R'val walks in from the bowl.

J'lyn sits down and slowly drinks his wine.

R'val wanders in, waving amiably, not really paying attention to his
surroundings. He goes straight for the klah pot.

Anyone who knows Kassi well would be expecting her to try and
eavesdrop--discreetly, of course--on the conversation between the two
bronzeriders. Anyone who knows Kassi well won't be disappointed. To all
appearances, she's placidly eating her dinner... but her eyes stray upwards
from her plate rather often, and now and then she stops a moment to sit and
listen without distractions. "Evening, J'lyn, R'val," she calls quietly to
the incoming riders.

J'lyn nods to Kassi and R'val, icluding everyone else as well.

Samilan sets the mug of juice in front of K'tyn saying, "Here you are,
sir." before heading back into the kitchen.

T'fian nods briefly towards J'lyn and R'val. "Greenrider. Bluerider." he
says to each in greeting before turning back to watch the Weyrleader
impassively.

K'tyn nods a brief hello to J'lyn and R'val as they moves past the
bronzerider, and returns his gaze to the Weyrleader.

From the kitchen, Ofira finishes sending out platters of food and turns her
attention to updating the kitchen duty roster, making some changes.

Alyssa, too, is listening quietly but asserts in a soft voice, "You know we
support whatever decisions you make, sir."

Emlyn salutes quietly from a seat that's close enough to allow her to hear
what the weyr's leaders are discussing.

Benden Weyr> S'riv says, "I'm shocked"

Samilan walks off towards the kitchen.

K'tyn grins at Samilan. "Thanksm lad..."

P'tran nods slowly, then pauses a moment to collect his thoughts. "At least
two of Benden's wings have undergone some churn in terms of leadership, and
right now I need thing to me more stable," he explains. "I don;t want to
keep switching all the time. IT's partly my fault for taking T'fian as a
Weyrsecond, but that was necessary."

From the kitchen, Ofira nods to Samilan. "That was well done...let's see
some basic vegetable chopping please.

Benden Weyr> W'liam faints. It's a S'riv.

From the kitchen, Samilan nods, "Shall I set them up on a plate as well?"

From the kitchen, Ofira shakes her head, "No, make them suitable for
stewing and I'll see that they're used in the morning."

From the kitchen, Samilan nods, heading off to get the vegetables, and then
to a table where he begins cutting them.

T'fian smiles slightly.

Meli rises quietly, so as not to disturb the conference, and collects some
slices of cold herdbeast, some cheese, and some bread, compiling them and
returning to her seat. She pushes the legume stew out of nostril range.

J'lyn sips his wine, listening to the conversations around him a little,
but concentrating more on the wine.

K'tyn sips his drink, thoughtfully, and glances at Lys. He nods at P'tran,
understanding his desire to get everything sorted out. "I---assume that
you'll be waiting for Lys to get better, then?"

K'tyn adds, "Before making yor decision, that is."

From the kitchen, Ofira watches Samilan's chopping technique carefully.
"Hold the knife like this," she suggest, changing it's position in his hand.

Alyssa just shakes her head once at K'tyn, then raises her gaze toward the
Weyrleader in anticipation of his response.

Kassima delicately picks apart a stuffed mushroom with her fork, scooping
out the contents and holding them up for examination. As enthralling as
this activity must surely be, though, she's not paying anywhere near as
much attention to it as she is to the Weyrleader and Skyfire Wingseconds.

P'tran glances at K'tyn for a moment and then continues, "So what I want to
do is make K'tyn's position in Skyfire permanent. I want him to stay on as
Wingleader." He shakes his head at K'tyn. "No, I really need to put this in
place now, I need things to get back to normal around here." He turns to
Alyssa. "By no means should you think that I have a problem with your
leadership. This was a damn hard decision to make. In fact, I stronlgy
recommend K'tyn keep you as Wingsecond."

From the kitchen, Ofira looks away from Samilan for a minute to look out to
the living cavern and sighs as she observes Meli and Kassima eat.

From the kitchen, Samilan makes the change before going back to cutting. He
constently has to fix his hold on the knife so that it's correct.

From the kitchen, Ofira nods to Samilan, "But you see, the pieces are more
even that way..you have better control."

Expression unreadible for a moment, Alyssa finally murmurs, "Thank you,
sir. K'tyn, congratulations. I have every confidence in you as a leader. I
always have."

From the kitchen, Samilan nods, fixing his hand back into the correct
position, again.

K'tyn blinks, clearly stunned. "But I thought...think that..." He breaks
off that line of thought. "Aye sir. I can understand your train of
thought." He nods, looking at the bluerider nearby with a troubled
expression. "And Lys was--is, I hope, my second?"

T'fian nods at P'tran's words, his eyes darting to Alyssa for a moment,
then over to K'tyn. "Wingleader," he says, inclining his head to K'tyn.
"You determine your wingseconds," he answers the bronzerider's question.
"But I'd take P'tran's advise and keep Alyssa."

K'tyn smiles at T'fian. "I'd have her, but only if it's something she
wants. That's what I meant, sir."

Meli sets her meal down. She mutters to Kassima, "...thought... K'tyn...
Igen... " 

P'tran looks over to K'tyn and nods. "That's your perogative as Wingleader
of Skyfire, but I would strongly recommend keeping Alyssa as Wingsecond.
From what I have heard, you can't go wrong there." He looks back to ALyssa.
"My main reason for making the decision this way is that I'd like you to
focus on the dragonhealing more and this will give you more time for it."

Benden Weyr> Alyssa HUGs Kiat and congratulates him. :) :)

Kassima clears her throat and then speaks up with a sincere,
"Congratulations, Wingleader sir." She uses her fork to salute Kiat with
utmost formality--or what would be utmost formality, if several crumbs of
mushroom-stuffing didn't get caught in her bangs as a result. With a roll
of her eyes and a sheepish grin, the greenrider combs the food out of her
hair.

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Congrats, Kiat. :)"

T'fian motions his head towards Alyssa. "You ask her," he says to K'tyn.

Benden Weyr> J'lyn acks at his spelling, congratulates, K'tyn. =)

Benden Weyr> K'tyn hugs Lys, lest he fall over in a dizzy faint. :) Thanks
everyone.:)

R'val nods towards K'tyn, and murmurs congratulation as he eats his dinner.

Benden Weyr> J'cob says, "But, but, but, Ofira was the logical choice!! :)"

Benden Weyr> P'tran offers congrats to K'tyn and sympathy for J'lyn, having
known people that tried to kick the habit

From the kitchen, Ofira looks over Samilan's shoulder, eavesdropping on the
living cavern and trying to keep up with the latest shift in weyr politics.

K'tyn licks his lips. "Lys, Will you--be my 'second then?"

Benden Weyr> Meli thought Emlyn had it all sewn up, personally ;)

Benden Weyr> Ofira waves her bronze skillet. "Congratulations K'tyn." :)

Emlyn salutes K'tyn when he looks her way. She finishes up her drink and,
yawning heads toward the cavern exit.

Benden Weyr> Emlyn laughs at Meli.

J'lyn mutters to R'val.

R'val merely shrugs at J'lyn.

Kassima hrms at Meli, looking thoughtful. "'Tis a puzzle, but I'm certain
they'll," she nods slightly towards the leader-types, "think of something."

Benden Weyr> P'tran grins at Meli :)

Benden Weyr> K'tyn grins, personally, I think Ofira would make a grand
Bronzerider.:)

Benden Weyr> K'tyn adds, Emlyn would, too.:)

Emlyn walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

P'tran turns to K'tyn for a moment. "I'll have to fetch your Wingleader
knot later, I do not have one with me. I only got back from patrols a short
time ago."

Benden Weyr> J'cob says, "But, Emlyn's not a bronzerider. Ofira is! :)"

"If you wish, K'tyn," replies Alyssa quietly, "it would be my honour,
but...if Garant's correct and I am expecting, I won't be available for
several months. That would give me a lot of time for dragonhealing, if you
wish, sir." She falls silent again as others begin to talk, though she
smiles still for her friend and wingleader.

K'tyn nods. "I am sure that I...that whenever you get the chance, twill be
good enough."

From the kitchen, Samilan starts to get the hang of the new grip and begins
cutting faster.

P'tran ohs? and raises his eyebrows at Alyssa. "So that's what it was
about?" he says. "In that case, congratulations. And you can certainly pick
up your wingsecond duties when you're able to return to duty, at K'tyn's
descretion, of course."

J'lyn drains his wineglass and looks pitifully at Salless. "Might I have
another?"

Salless nods at J'lyn as he orders something.

P'tran smiles slightly at Alyssa

Salless unlocks the wine cabinet to pour J'lyn a single goblet of Benden
White.

J'lyn flashes a grin to Salles that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Thank you."

Alyssa returns the smile briefly but adds, "Regardless, sir, of me, K'tyn's
the best choice for the job. Skyfire blossomed under T'fian and will
continue to prosper under K'tyn. Of that I'm certain."

K'tyn nods at Alyssa. "Shards, I hate to run, but, Daelyth is /requesting/
Prometh's presence. I'll be back in time for drills--and I'll hope to speak
with you later, Lys." He nods at P'tran and T'fian, saluting them. As he
passes the three green riders and bluerider, R'val, he mutters a quiet
"G'deve," to them.

T'fian blinks, then pats the pockets of his riding jacket. Finally, after
searching for a few moments, he smiles and pulls a mass of black and red
chords from his breast pocket. "Uhm," he says to P'tran. "I, uh, never gave
this back to you," he chuckles rather sheepishly, holding up a wingleader's
knot.

Kassima salutes Kiat agian, this time without any mishaps with food.
"G'deve, sir," she replies to the Wingleader.

R'val nods respectfully towards K'tyn as the wingleader leaves, sipping at
his klah.

J'lyn absently waves to the bronzerider as he finishes a second glass of wine.

Benden Weyr> K'tyn ums, my pologies, guys, but I have to lie down now,
before I(as mr. creosote say) "Better get a bucket before I puke!" :) I'll
be back when the world stops spinning.

P'tran hmms? and turns to T'fian and chuckles faintly. "Thank you, T'fian,
I think I can find a use for this." He turns back to K'tyn and pins the
knot on him. "That's better."

K'tyn walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Benden Weyr> Meli says, "Eek!"

Benden Weyr> R'val wavers.

Benden Weyr> P'tran waves to K'tyn and hopes you feel better :)

Benden Weyr> J'lyn waves.

Benden Weyr> K'tyn nods.:) I am sureI will.;) Tis justa bad headcold.

P'tran * pretends K'tyn responded appropriately, etc etc :)

T'fian chuckles, then says, "Well, if you will all excuse me," he says,
then turns and heads the opposite direction that the new Skyfire wingleader
went.

T'fian walks towards the inner cavern.

Benden Weyr> R'val waves his "Summon Kindre" stick.

J'lyn sets his empty glass in the wash basin and heads out of the cavern.

J'lyn walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Benden Weyr> W'liam taps two blue for a Counterspell.

Benden Weyr> Meli runs and hides from the M:TG.

Benden Weyr> P'tran acks, don't mention Magic, I"m just getting over my
withdrawal from it (haven't found any players out this way yet) :p :)

Now that the excitement has calmed down, perhaps it's not odd that Kassi
now notices Meli's legume stew pushed a sizeable distance from her friend.
"Hey, Meli, what's wrong with the stew?" she asks, peering at the bowl
curiously.

Benden Weyr> W'liam !!!!!

Benden Weyr> J'lyn never could get into that game...

Benden Weyr> Kassima grins at the FL and has never been addicted to that. I
have a deck, mind. But no one here whom I'd want to play with does play. :)

Meli pushes the bowl towards Kassi, while still keeping it a safe distance
from herself. "Nothin', prolly. I jus' don't like legumes tha' much."

Benden Weyr> W'liam says, "Good god, Pete! If you'd *told* me I have
dropped everything to get to your house while I was in Denver!"

Benden Weyr> P'tran chuckles at W'liam :)

Benden Weyr> J'lyn blinkblinks. Denver? Gonna be there in 6 weeks...

Benden Weyr> Meli played it from Dec. 94 to June 95. Anyone want to buy her
cards? ;)

Benden Weyr> W'liam will, Meli. How much?

Benden Weyr> W'liam could have gloated for days after whipping your butt,
Pete. :)

Benden Weyr> Meli hms. "I have no idea how much money I wasted on them.
It's all just third/fourth edition and Fallen Empires mostly."

Benden Weyr> W'liam says, "About how many cards? Couple hundred or so?"

P'tran looks back to Alyssa and says to her quietly, "I think you would
have made a fine Wingleader for Skyfire if conditions were any different."

Benden Weyr> Meli also has Rage cards, Arcadia cards, and X-Files cards,
but will prolly keep the Mythos cards. :) Yeh, about that many.

Benden Weyr> P'tran smirks at W'liam and has no illusions about his
abilities at the game :)

Alyssa replies as quietly and very sincerely, "That's all that matters,
sir. To me, at least. And Faranth knows I'm content to help K'tyn out as
much as I can. He really is a fine leader."

Benden Weyr> W'liam has been playing since Beta, so he might have an unfair
advantage. :) Umm, Meli, if you want to sell the X-Files I'll buy those
too. What do you say to $50 for all the Magic, though?

Kassima hmmms, leaning over to sniff at the stew. "Seems fine t'me, but too
cold for eating now. I've never much minded legumes. I don't love 'em, but
there're worse things in life... like, say, tubers."

P'tran nods to Alyssa and smiles slightly. He then looks up and gives a
tired sigh. "My apologies, but I have a few other things I need to attend
to before I retire for the evening ..."

Benden Weyr> Meli says, "Erm, lemme ponder."

"It's all right, sir." Alyssa rises as well. "I was going to return to the
infirmary. Clear skies and...I do hope you get some rest."

Benden Weyr> W'liam no problem.

P'tran nods. "So do I," he comments before heading out

P'tran walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

From the kitchen, Ofira watches Samilan a moment longer. "Much better" she
remarks. She cocks an ear, hearing a wail somehow all the way from the
lower caverns. "Excuse me for now..my son needs to be fed. WE'll continue
this tomorrow."

Benden Weyr> P'tran has to get going. Night all :)

Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "Night, P'tran."

Benden Weyr> Alyssa :)

Benden Weyr> R'val waves to the boss.

Meli says through an enormous yawn, "Well, let's make a deal, then... f'you
get stuck w'tubers sometime, I'll eat 'em, an' if I get legumes, you'll eat
'em."

Benden Weyr> J'lyn waves to th WL.

Benden Weyr> Ursa says, "G'night, P'tran!"

Alyssa walks towards the inner cavern.

From the kitchen, Ofira walks into the Living Cavern.

Ofira walks in from the kitchen.

From the kitchen, Samilan nods to Ofira, "Should I keep cutting these up or
should I go back to serving riders?"

R'val smiles briefly over at Ofira, waving at her.

Benden Weyr> Emlyn says, "Good night!"

Ofira gives a quick wave on her way down to her rooms and calls over her
shoulder to Samilan, "Both!"

Ofira walks towards the inner cavern.

Kassima salutes all the departing leader-types before holding out one hand
towards Meli. "Now there's a deal I'd be past pleased t'shake on, m'friend!"

Meli takes Kassi's hand in her own for a quick clasp and shake. "Deal."

Samilan walks in from the kitchen.

Samilan calls out as he enters the cavern, "May I have the honor of serving
any of you?"

Meli scritches at the back of her neck, rising. 'Time t'hit th'sack.'

R'val looks up and nods, "Have a nice night, Meli.

Meli gives Kassi's shoulder a squeeze, and steps jauntily off towards the
bowl.

Meli walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Kassima laughs and waves after her friend, too late. "I'm nay far behind
her," she yawns, rubbing one temple idly as she attends to the rest of her
meal.

Since no one answers Samilan he goes to the kitchen returning to the living
cavern with his own meal.

Sisirye walks in from the bowl.

R'val smiles at Sisirye warmly, "Hey Sis.' He waves towards her.

Sisirye wanders in and brightly salutes the riders present, waves to
everyone else and grabs herself some dinner. "Evenin."

R'val grins, "Hey Sisirye. How's it going?"

Kassima cleans the last bit of food from her plate, and pushes it aside
with a clatter of metal fork against ceramic dish. "Evening, Sisirye," she
greets the Weyrling with a smile and a salute.

Samilan nods to Sisirye before continuing to eat. He looks a bit guilty as
Sisirye serves herself.

Sisirye piles a plate with rolls before grabbing a bowl of stew on the fire
as she speaks "Pretty good R'val. Pretty good. How're all of you tonight?"
she grins and finally seats herself.

R'val grins, "Hwo's your brown tonight? Oh, I"m fine, m'self."

Kassima chuckles, pulling her braid back over her shoulder so that it falls
against her back. "Well enough, thankee. Tired, for all that I grabbed that
nap in the infirmary."

Samilan listens, quietly.

Sisirye shrugs, and stops shoveling stew in her face to answer. "He's
asleep...as usual." then she notices Samilan, sitting nearby and tries to
figure out if she's met him before.. then nods to Kassima "I know how that
feels....did you have a lotta work t'day?"

Kassima shakes her head at Sisirye, laughing. "I don't have much work to
speak of these days, and I'll tell you, I suspect that by the time those
five and a half months I have left are finally past, I'd give my eye teeth
just to go on a single dawn sweep!"

Sisirye chuckles and then crinkles her brow a bit "Three months
already...hardly seems that long. I thought you'd still be pretty active,
'cept for between that is." she sighs heavily "I think I'm really starting
to lose tracka time 'round here."

R'val grins, "You're too busy with Hyadeth to track time, hmm?"

Kassima stifles a yawn and climbs to her feet, setting down her citron mug.
"Anyway, I've got to go. Her Imperiousness calls--according to her, 'tis
most definitely time for sleep. See you on...." She yawns again. "On the
morrow... and g'night!"

You walk down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.