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Hollywood and Vine


Date:  April 2, 1997
Place:  Southern Boll's Gather Beach
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:  You know, someday, Kassi will stop making a fool of 
herself at public events.  And I figure this will happen about the time
that doing so ceases to bring her good luck.  Kassi, Kindre, Merla,
Alyssa, and Ursa have turned out for this Bollian Gather; of those, the
first three volunteer for the vine-swinging competition, and do their
best to bring honor to Benden!  This was a fun event; many thanks go to
Lady Dy for hosting it, and also to everyone else who competed. :)

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The Log:

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

You wing down onto the gather beach.

Dragon> Adonith bespoke Lysseth with << About TIME you got here. I'm
nestled between the two golds. Ptptptpt. >>

Benden Weyr> Kassima dear Faranths as she sees the list of Players. May I
say 'Aigh'? :)

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.

Kestrall waves with a smile to Katlyn, "Hiya Kat! I see you made it here too."

Benden Weyr> Alyssa is gonna +quiet a bit. Too bad Alyssa's too repressed
to do sometihng like this. ;)

Kestrall grins at Dy, "I don't know about being part of the vine, but I
might try that thing for once..."

Dyane says "About time :)"

Kindre spots the familiar green form of Lysseth a moment before waving
heartily. "Kassi! Just in time for swing the vine!"

Merla waves to Kassima!

Kassima hops off of Lysseth as soon as she's rid herself of the straps,
waving cheerfully to everyone she sees and recognizes--or doesn't, for that
matter. "Evening!" she calls. "Benden's duties! Lyss mentioned that I was
about to miss something--did she actually tell me about things on *time*,
for once?" Grinning, she walks over to Kin, Merla, and the rest of the
Benden Contingent.

Dyane repeats the rules for the newcomers :)

Tesrallyn grins at Kestrall and Dyane. "I'll let Kes take my place.."

"What are you all doing?" Alyssa asks Merla and Kindre as they change into
bathing attire.

Dyane says "OOC! 1) You are judged on your pose BEFORE you use the vine,
the "dive", then AFTER you come up out of the water, so make it count. 2) I
don't control what dive you will or will not get ... it's all random so
please don't page me saying I'm playing favourites :) If I was, I'd win all
the time ;) (more)"

Kestrall sticks his tounge out at Tesrallyn, "Oh no you don't, you take
your turn."

Dyane grins at Tes, "Too late."

Tesrallyn acks! "Nonono! I decline. Nope. Not gonna do it!"

Dyane says "Each person will have 3 "dives" to perform. PLEASE, PLEASE wait
til I call your name before you hit the cliff :) (more)"

Katlyn chuckles at Tes and waves to Kes, "Heyla, enjoy the ride here?"

Dyane says "The command is 'vine' :)"

Tesrallyn doesn't hitting the cliff hurt?

Dyane whimpers.

Dyane says "Tesrallyn, yer first :)"

Kestrall grins at Katlyn, "Yah, I did."

Tesrallyn acks! "No!!" She shakes her head. "Nopenopenope. Not gonna get me
up there."

Kestrall chuckles at Tesrallyn, "Won't hurt the cliff a bit if you hit it."

Chrissa vulenters, "I'll go first if you want."

Birioc grins at his fellow BeastCrafter, calling out, "Good luck." You can
almost hear the 'your going to need it' in his voice.

Dyane says "Forget it :) I'll go first."

Dyane mutters under her breath about people being afraid of one little tiny
vine and heads up the cliff.

Tesrallyn hehehes evilly, hiding being Kestrall. "Yea, Dy. You show us how
it's done," she teases.

Dyane wipes her hands on the suit and threatens the vine to behave, then
runs for it!

Dyane grabs the vine, swings far out, releases, and does 3 backflips before
knifing into the water with nary a ripple.

Lysseth> I bespoke Adonith with << Harumph! Couldn't wait even a few
moments for me, oh no--you had to schmooze up to the first gold you see?
Feh. Loyalty, schmoyalty. >>

From the shallow waters, Dyane surfaces and smiles, "See? Easy!"

Dyane steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Pheifer looks amazed "SHARDS!"

Ryglenn applauds.

Merla watches Dyane do her dive, applauds, and then addresses Kassima, and
Alyssa, "Kassi, Alyssa, I'd like you to meet my brother, Soril."

Dyane grabs a towel and grins, "Told you all it was a piece of cake." She
motions for Tes, "Now your turn."

Chrissa wow as her swing, "wow, can I go next?"

Pheifer burst into applause

Tesrallyn thbpts! at Dyane. Oh how mature. "I've never done it though, Dy.
You want me to get killed or something? And I just got here too!"

Sarala blinks and looks at Dyane with admiration

Kestrall grins and applauds, "Nice one Dy."

Alea chuckles, nearly bent over laughing. "I did that after three
greendragons. Surprised me to shards!"

Tesrallyn sighs. "Oh, fine."

Kindre applauds and smiles wide, "Impressive, Lady Dyane! What an act
you've left us all to follow."

Soril applauds for Dyane. He smiles to Kassima and Alyssa.

Alyssa puts her helmet and gloves under one arm and nods to Soril with her
mixture of politeness and shyness. "Well met, sir."

Alea lifts up the flap and enters the main area of the Weavercraft tent.

Kassima whistles sharply, applauding with enthusiasm. "Fine swinging!" she
yells, then asks Kin, Lys, and Merla in a conversational tone, "Any of you
going to participate in this craziness?" She winks, then smiles at Soril,
with a nod. "Benden's duties," she greets with a chuckle. "Soril... that
name sounds familiar; are you of Ruatha, perchance?"

Dyane * is still taking people for the contest until her NEXT turn :)

Pheifer * who'se next??

Merla looks down at her swim suit, and nods, "Aye, so it seems." she says
to Kassima. "But Alyssa's not going to join us, unless you can talk her
into it."

Kestrall sees a few other Igenites and waves, then turns back to watch the
vine swingers.

"Participate," is Kindre's somewhat incredulous query of Kassima, "After
all the practice we've had? But of course," she remarks and grins.

Tesrallyn heads up the cliff, then glances around her. 'Oh please don't let
me die', she mouths before taking a run at the vine. You could swear her
eyes are closed, too.

Soril nods to Kassima, "Aye, I was, the two of us were raised at Ruatha
River Hold."

Dyane watches Tesrallyn on the cliff.

Maverick wanders up the trail from the west and steps out onto the beach.

Tesrallyn grabs the vine, swings far out, releases, and does 3 backflips
before knifing into the water with nary a ripple.

Jaessa wanders up the trail from the west and steps out onto the beach.

Curling up on the sand to watch the craziness, Kat waves to 'Ric...

Dyane cheers for Tes! "Alright! Go Boll!"

Alyssa blushes somewhat rosily and murmurs, "I'm not nearly graceful enough
to do such a thing, Merla...and I've no suit."

Kestrall grins at Dyane, "You finally got that thing trained?"

Dyane nods, 'Of course, Kes."

Birioc raises his hand high, giving Tesrallyn a thumbs-up as he whistles at
her.

Sarala applauds for Tesrallyn "good dive!"

Dyane says "Chriss's next"

Merla smiles at Alyssa, "Ah, there you have no excuse. The weavers loaned
me this one."

Maverick smiles and waves back to Kat as he makes his way through the crowd.

Kassima laughs, smoothing her kilt as she glances down at it. "Never let it
be said that I won't do things in Benden fashion--crazy though that may
be," she quips wryly. Nodding to Soril, she responds, "Thought so. 'Twas at
Ruatha for a few sevendays m'self, y'see; 'tis where Chaeth picked me up,
in fact."

Jaessa looks around, a little overwhelmed, by the crowd, searching for a
familiar face.

Dyane says "Chrissa's next to go. The contest is till open if you want to
join. Page."

From the shallow waters, Tesrallyn pops to the surface, swinging her head
so her hair and the trailing waterdrops flow in an arch. "Ahh!!" she
exclaims, then meekly opens her eyes. "I'm not dead?" she askes in a small
voice.

"I just," Kindre admits, "changed out of my kilt for this."

Tesrallyn steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Jaessa walks further along the hot sands towards the tidal pool.

Dyane grins, "Good job, Tes!"

Maverick looks around the crowd, unsure just what's going on, until he
spots the people jumping from the vine.

Kestrall grins, "Ya look alive yet, Tes."

Chrissa looks a little nervously around but not as nervous as before
watching the two swings before, she then takes a little run at the vine and
closes her eyes just after she jumps.

Chrissa grabs the vine and dives simply into the water, rippling the water
only slightly.

Dyane applauds!

Pheifer appluads

Katlyn shakes her head and laughs at Tes, "Yes you live.."

Soril applauds as well!

Sarala claps "nice job!"

"Good show," Kindre exclaims with enthusiam.

Alyssa just shifts her feet uncomfortably. "The weyr would be best
represented by you all, I expect."

Kestrall grins, "Good dive Chrissa!"

Tesrallyn hehs.

From the shallow waters, Chrissa opens her eyes after she relizes she is ok
and cheers happily.

Dyane grins, "Next contestant on the Vine is Right is ... Ryglenn!"

Chrissa steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Kassima shakes her head at Lys. "You should," she admonishes lightly,
grinning. "There's a suit of swimming clothes in Lysseth's straps; you're
welcome to the loan, if they'd fit." Raising her head to watch the swings,
she shakes her head ruefully as she applauds. "How're we t'top that?"

Ryglenn nods at Dyane and starts up the cliff path at a trot, slips partway
up but regains his footing while wiping his hands on his shorts; he reaches
the plateau and after backing as far as possible he grins and with a yell
runs for the vine launching himself up several feet . . .

Dyane grins at Chrissa, "Wonderful job."

Ryglenn grabs the vine, but slips, arms and legs flailing wildly before
landing unceremoniously into the water below. *PLOP*

Chrissa grins back and says, "it isn't that bad.."

Dyane winces, "Ouch."

Kestrall wrinkles his face a bit, "Ooooch."

Pheifer winces

From the shallow waters, Ryglenn stays under water a few seconds and
surfaces, with another yell, "That hurt!"

Ryglenn steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Katlyn smothers a giggle.

Aelyra comes upon this great mass of people having just recently bid
farewell to her beaming uncle S'vyn, and looks about herself in wonder at
all the activity. She nervously chews on her lower lip and smooths a lock
of her dark curls behind one ear as she explores.

Dyane frowns at Ryg, then turns, "Pheifer is next."

Maverick takes a seat nearby to watch the show.

Tesrallyn gazes at Pheifer

Ryglenn wipes his face with the towel and tosses it in the sand near his
sandals. He grins at Dyane, "Still got two more."

Dyane notes to the newcomers they can still participate in the contest.
Page if interested.

Pheifer smiles and heads up to the cliff looking back he stares and smiles
tehn mumbles to minself

Dyane grins at Ryglenn, "Yes. I know."

Tesrallyn shakes her hair all over Kestrall, then wraps up in a towel.

Pheifer swings out on the vine a few times, gaining momentum, releases, and
performs 3 somersaults before twisting into a simple dive.

Aelyra watches the excitement, her eyes wide. *She's* not gonna try that.
Nuhuh!

Kassima winces, but claps nonetheless. "Why change out of the kilt, Kin?"
she asks with a laugh, gesturing down to her own.

Katlyn grins at Ryg, "You okay there?"

Kestrall laughs, "Hey! What'd ya do that for, Tes?"

Dyane laughs and applauds, "Good job, Pheifer! Looks like Boll's doing well
this gather ... finally!"

From the shallow waters, Pheifer emerges from teh depts and sputters out
waters and widens his eyes "WOW, I DID that?!?!?!" he throws his arms in
the air in excitement "YEAH!"

Pheifer steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Ryglenn grins at Katlyn, "Me? I'm fine."

Dyane smiles at Kindre, "You're next."

Kindre blinks, "And get it wet, Kassi? I want to wear it for the whole
gather, so," she motions to her current swim-garb, "I changed...though
solely for the contest."

Soril grins at Kindre.

Tesrallyn giggles at Kes. "Why not?" she teases.

Kestrall chuckles, "I dunno, I asked you."

Kassima wrinkles her nose at Kin. "You *do* have a point," she acknowledges
with a good-natured sigh. "But, you see, what better way to solve that
dilemma than to bring two kilts? Now go, shoo! G'luck! May Slithereth be
with you!"

Glancing over at the now-wet Kes, Kat chuckles, "Oh Kes you're all wet..."

Kindre blinks yet again, "Me?" is her surprised query. Her eyes, though,
betray her excitement. Eyeing the vine with measured study, she pulls the
cover-up over her head while half-racing to the launch. Like so many
unviewed times before, she leaps and grasps for the familiar, foliage
pendulum of fate.

Kindre runs at the vine, trips, and goes over the edge, arms and legs in
frenzied swinging before landing in the water on the tummy. *YIKES*

Kestrall sticks his tounge out at Kat, and grins, "Well, you can help dry
me when I"m done, how's that?"

Dyane winces.

Alyssa takes an involuntary step forward. "Kindre...are you all right???"

Tesrallyn oohs, wincing at Kindre's fall. "Ouch."

Aelyra steps back out of the minecraft tent and stands nearby, watching the
gathering. Dark hair flutters about her face in the slight breeze. She
swipes pesky tendrils of it out of her eyes with an idle finger every so
often.

Katlyn chuckles, "Surely you are grown enoug to not need help Kes.."

Kestrall laughs, "Yah, but it's more fun if someone helps."

Merla winces for Kindre.

Dyane nods to Kirnin, Celie and P'ral, "Welcome to Boll. We're having the
vine contest ... please let me know if you want to be in it."

From the shallow waters, Kindre manages a smile as she resurfaces.
Chuckling, the sprays of water around her shrugging shoulders drown out
most of her laughter. "I tried," she calls to he shore before slipping
beneath the surface to swim back in.

Anika walks in, a firelizard in her arms, looking around.

Dyane says "Next is Birioc."

Katlyn glances up and waves to her sister, "Nini! About time you got here!"

Kindre steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Birioc urks.

Birioc starts up the cliff path, his gait labored while a few pebbles roll
down to the sands below. Once at the top he reluctantly takes the
opportunity to peer down in to the clear waters below. Whoa. That's far. He
starts to edge back towards the path but the jeers from the BeastCraft
apprentices on the beach freeze him in place. Looks like he doesn't have
any choice. He spits on his hands and rubs them together, delaying the end
of his life by precious seconds, before finally leaping for the vine,
bellowing like a dragon at a goldflight...

Celie removes helmet and gloves, nodding politely to Dyane in the process.
"Looks like fun, but I'll have to pass this time."

Merla moves over to help Kindre, if she needs it.

Dyane smiles at Kindre, "I guess my next turn is going to be like yers. I
always follow you."

Birioc runs toward the vine, leaps up and grasps the vine, sweeping
majestically out over the water. However, upon seeing the distance down to
the water, their hands refuse to let go and after several minutes of
swinging back and forth, two drudges help them down off the vine with
crowbars.

Anika walks further along the hot sands towards the tidal pool.

Kirnin gives katlyn a sort of half-wave, blinking at the crowd of people.
"Is it?" she asks, blinking slightly. "What time was I s'posed to be here?"

Kindre feigns pulling out an imaginary skirt and curtsies.

P'ral shakes his head, watching the activity. "Ista's duty."

Tesrallyn giggles at Kindre, wrapping her towel tighter about her.

Kassima grimaces sympathetically. "Aiyee, Kin! Faranth's sharp golden
talons--you're all right?" Scrutinizing her friend, she adds dubiously,
"You *look* okay... kind of wet, a'course, but otherwise okay."

Dyane blinks at Birioc, then laughs!

Merla grins at Birioc's swing...

Katlyn chuckles at Nini, "No real time but if you want to swing the vine
you might want to hurry, they've already started,"pointing to the group.

From the shallow waters, Birioc is eventually pried from the vine and he
crashes into the water with a *sploosh*. "This just isn't my day."

Birioc steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Dyane laughs again, "Um, Merla. You're up."

Kirnin shakes her head, regarding the gathering around the vine with some
amusement. "I think I'm just gonna watch," she declares, and picks a
convenient bit of beach to sit on and do so. "It looks like a good show...."

Alyssa rests a hand briefly on Merla's arm. "Good luck..."

Kindre giggles, "I'm fine...oh, crackdust," she remarks quietly with a
wink, "I thought, mayhap, they'd pry me off rather than me missing!"
Turning to Lady Dyane, she grins, "I'm ssure you'll do well! Though I hope
to copy your first dive!"

Merla tugs at the swimsuit she borrowed from the weavers rather
self-cousciously before heading for the cliff path. She gives a smile to
Alyssa, Kindre and Kassima before focusing her concentration on the cliff
path. She then takes a deep breath, and sprints up the path, reaching for
the vine.

Kassima grins at Merla. "Just remember--you may be representing all of
Benden and the goldriders of Pern as well, but that doesn't mean there's
any pressure," she teases.

Merla swings out on the vine, releases but isn't able to twist quickly
enough to avoid a bellyflop. *OUCH*

Dyane smiles at Kindre, "To do them again. Wait, remember ... sand in the
bathing suit! That's how they were wnning last time."

Alyssa closes her eyes and just shakes her head. "That looks so painful..."

Aelyra seems utterly facinated by all the activity going on around her
though she knows not a soul. Her gaze lifts to the sky a moment, perhaps
seeing a shadow... perhaps only needing to look away from the overwhelming
sight of all these people, laughing and joking with one another... She
begins to back away, once more nervously chewing on her lower lip.

Kestrall winces at Merla's splat in the water.

Sarala cringes in pain, imagining what that must have felt like

Dyane ughs at Merla.

Maverick ooohhs softly at the slap into the water. "I'm so glad I'm not
doing that rope swing. Looks like a trick rope or something.

Kestrall grins at Dyane, "So much for a trained vine."

From the shallow waters, Merla comes to the surface with a sputter. She
shakes her head, getting her hair out of her eyes. "I.uhhh..just didn't
want Kindre to feel bad." she says with a grin as she swims toward the
shore slowly. Very slowly.

Merla steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Kirnin winces slightly, and shifts to curl her fingers around the bronze
firelizard on her shoulder's left foreclaw, hauling him down
unceremoniously into her lap for scritches.

Ryglenn shakes his head.

Aelyra steps onto the weathered docks.

Dyane says "Soril. You're next." She looks at Merla, "Are you alright?""

Kassima cringes, but she shakes her head. "Just stings for awhile...
Faranth knows, I've done that often enough." She perks up at Dyane's words,
and surreptitiously scoops up a handful of sand, which she dusts all over
her kilt.

Anika wanders in from the tidal pool.

P'ral wanders through the crpwd, not really looking at the Gather exhibits.

Merla nods to Dyane, her stomach rather red. She nods, "Aye...I'll be fine.
My pride's wounded more than anything!"

Kindre can't help but giggle, "Merla, dearheart," she replies of the
comment maade after the dive, "you're too kind." Grinning, she rolls her
eyes, "Shells, you did better than I, and I've done this more times than I
can count!"

Soril makes sure the ties on his swim trunks are done up tight before
beginning his run up the cliff path. His sights are totally focused on the
vine, he is totally determined not to make a fool of himself by missing the
vine like Dyane did ;) ;).

Soril swings out on the vine, releases but isn't able to twist quickly
enough to avoid a bellyflop. *OUCH*

Sarala cringes again "owwy, that must've hurt"

Dyane didn't miss :) She gotta 3 somersault dive ;)

Pheifer walks over to Dyane and wispers "is it in your family line?"

Kindre winces, "Ooh...ow...." she murmers after Soril's attempt.

Ryglenn smirks and knows that had to hurt.

Maverick leans over a bit to see if Elif is awake.

Kassima grins at Kin. "Just you wait until 'tis my turn! I'd bet with
V'dan--nay that this is saying much, mind--that *my* dive will be so much
worse than yours...." She breaks off to wince again. "Ow. Must run in the
family."

Dyane winces at Soril, then calls, "Kestrall! Next!"

From the shallow waters, Soril swims underwater as far as he can before
coming up. When he does, he yells over to Lady Dyane, "I have to do this
/how many/ times?"

Soril steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Dyane calls back to Soril, "Two more!"

Kirnin continues to scritch, wincing again at the latest demonstration of
how /not/ to dive.

Elif grins at Maverick and bats at him playfully.

Kestrall nods and pulls off shirt and boots, tightens his belt and climbs
up the cliff. Grabbing the vine, he takes a deep breath, and out he goes...

Birioc mutters to himself as a few of his apprentices smirk in his
direction. "Least I didn't injure myself." He still has a smile on his face
though, showing that he's not taking this too seriously. Just seriously
enough.

Kestrall grabs at the vine, /misses/ it and lands in the water with an
enormous splash. *SPLAT*

Kindre blinks and laughs! "Kassi," she begins, "you know you -always- win
when you bet against that 'stormcloud-above-my-head' greenrider!"

Maverick chuckles and makes a grab for Elif's hands. "Oh, you /are/ awake."

Merla giggles at Kestral :)

Sarala cringes, if everyone else is missing she's in trouble

Kirnin stifles a giggle. "Whoooop!" she says, emitting the sound more as a
triumphal shriek than as anything else.

Katlyn laughs at Kes.

Alyssa glances at the Benden riders as someone else splats in the water and
murmurs, "And you want me to do that? I think I'd leave my dragon riderless."

Elif laughs at Kestrall's attempt, and evades Maverick with a grin.

Kassima makes shushing motions, though her eyes sparkle with ill-restrained
mirth. "Hist! He'll hear you, and never make a bet with me again--" Pausing
to consider her own words, she then shakes her head. "Nay. 'Tis in his
blood; he's *got* to beat me at *something*, he says."

From the shallow waters, Kestrall surfaces a few moments later, glares up
at the vine, "Ok you mutated piece of greenery, you just wait till I get
back up there...." Swiming the short distance to shore, he climbs out,
rubbing himself where he hit the water.

Dyane chuckles at Kestrall's threat, then says, "Katlyn. Next."

Maverick leans back again, used to not catching his prey, and watches the
next person attempt to swing the vine.

Merla calls out to Kestral, "There's a hole in the vine!"

Kassima chuckles and murmurs back to Lys, "Well, I've made just about every
mistake possible t'make on that vine at least a dozen times... and I'm
still here. Aren't I? Or have I been dead all these Turns, and nay anyone's
told me?"

Elif laughs

Kindre smirks crookedly, "Can't blame V'dan," she semi-defends the
greenrider, "I can understand his need," she says then winks.

Katlyn blinks and gulps, "Me?" she

Kirnin applauds briefly. "G'won, big sis!" she shouts, not that Katlyn's
done anything yet.

Alyssa laughs lightly at Kassima and nudges her gently. "I'll just watch,
thank you."

Elif grins at Maverick,"How come you aren't up there trying to break you
bones?"

Maverick shrugs, "I showed up too late to join in I think..."

Katlyn sighs and pulls off her coverup, and grinning at Nini make her way
up to the vine

Kestrall steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Kassima grins and winks at Kin. "Can't we both? I have the same fixation!
But *his* just happens to prove to m'benefit." Turning back to the
blueriding Skyfire Wingsecond, she shakes her head regretfully. "How d'you
expect to *live* if'n you're content to just watch life go by? You can't
just watch a storm, y'know--you've got to dare the lightning to get you!
Granted, bad example, but...."

Katlyn takes a deep breath and runs to the vine.

Tesrallyn laughs at Kestrall. "That had to hurt!" she teases, then goes to
set her towel out to let it dry some.

Katlyn runs toward the vine, leaps up and grasps the vine, sweeping
majestically out over the water. However, upon seeing the distance down to
the water, their hands refuse to let go and after several minutes of
swinging back and forth, two drudges help them down off the vine with
crowbars.

Kestrall chuckles. "It did smart a bit."

Dyane drops her head into her hands, then looks up at Birioc, "Did you
/have/ to show her how it was done?"

Kirnin giggles softly. "It doesn't bite. It's just water."

Katlyn steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Jommel nods to the dragonrider that just dropped him off, then looks around.

Katlyn groans and blushes

Elif chuckles, "I'm just not that crazy yet,"

Birioc shrugs at Lady Boll, his arms coming up in a 'so sue me' gesture as
he chuckles.

Ryglenn chuckles at the crowbars.

Dyane gives Kassima a handful of sand and grins, "You're next."

Kestrall grins at Kat, "Kinda high up there, eh?"

Maverick grins, "I don't know, looks pretty exciting really. Even if I must
say it /does/ look rigged!"

Kindre looks at the drudges with an oddly familiar look.

Katlyn recovers just enough to stick her tongue out at Kes.

"Kassima, my friend," says Alyssa gently, "my lifetime's thrills come in
other ways...some would call me overly daring by patching up a 'Scored gold
and not being afraid. To each his or her own, I suppose. Besides," she
lowers her voice, "I am rather afraid of falling."

Elif chuckles and leans back on the sand

Maverick innocently flicks sand at Elif.

Ryglenn smiles and says to Katlyn, 'I think you're supposed to let go dear."

Padding over to her sister, Kat lets out a sigh and plops down.

Dyane smiles reassuringly at Kat.

Kassima grins as she accepts the sand, dumping it down her turtleneck's
collar with a laugh. "We'll just see if this does for me what it did for
Teyal!" She simply smiles and curtseys to Lys, then eyes the vine and
sprints for the hanging green thing at top speed. "For the honor of
Slithereth!" she yells as she goes, her kilt flaring in the wind created by
her passing.

Katlyn figured that.

Tesrallyn giggles at Katlyn. "I bet you woulda had a good dive, Kat," she
murmurs, brushing her drying hair out of her face and watching the next diver.

Kassima grabs the vine, swings out, releases, arcs before performing a pike
dive flawlessly.

Lysseth> "Oh, Alyssa, dearheart," Kindre joins in, "I am afeared of nearly
everything. Come on...truly, it is fun." She smiles warmly, reassuringly
even, at Alyssa.

Lysseth> Dyane ha! "I /told/ you the sand works!"

Lysseth> Katlyn smiles over at Tes and nods.

Lysseth> Kirnin giggles slightly. "You'll do better next time, right?" she
asks, settling Firstlight on her knee now that she feels that she has
scritched enough.

Lysseth> Ryglenn smiles and applauds, wondering why he couldn't have done
/that/ on his first try.

Lysseth> Kestrall smiles at Katlyn, "Aw, Kat'll do just fine."

Lysseth> Pheifer sits and awaits his turn.

Kassima is beaming from ear to ear as she resurfaces, dripping black bangs
in her eyes and a small fish flopping on her head. "The sand *works*!" she
proclaims, performing an impromptu Dance of Joy as best she can in the
water before swimming to shore.

You wade towards the shore.

Chrissa gazes at Pheifer

Alyssa applauds for Kassima as she answers Kindre with a little smile,
"Thank you, truly, but no. I'll watch quite contentedly."

Katlyn giggles, "Yeah Kes, if I ever learn to let go.."

Dyane smiles at Kassima, 'Sand /does/ work :)"

Drudges help the gathergoers to their cots to sleep off the wine.

Kindre applauds as well as hoots, "Yes! Kassi, I knew it!" Smiling wide,
her gaze returns to Lady Boll. "Mind offering me the same on my next dive,"
she wonders with waggling brows, "If I get the crowbars publicly, I'll
never live it down!"

Elif grins at Maverick."You/want /trouble don't you.

Kassima laughs as she plunks down to sit on said sand, nodding
enthusiastically. "It does!" she agrees, picking up handfuls of the stuff
and dashing them over her kilt, turtleneck, legs, arms, braid--everything.
"At least it should weigh me down so I won't wind up being pulled off by
crowbars," she adds with a wink.

Maverick puts a hand to his chest, "Me? Trouble? No, not at all, i was jsut
smoothing down the sand over here."

Kestrall grins, "Gee, maybe Dy'll let us go up and jump together, that way
I can pry your hands loose and let you drop first."

Dyane says "Sarala ... next."

Sarala cringes and slips off her sandles, maybe this isn't the best of
ideas, she takes one final breath looks up at the sky breifly and runs for
the vine

Out goes the tongue again, "No thanks Kes, I think I'll manage." Kat grins.

Elif grabs a handful of sand menacingly,"Uh huh..."Grinning, she flicks it
at Maverick

The sand lands all over Mavericks legs.

Elif chuckles and smiles challengingly at Maverick, daring him to try and
get her back.

Sarala grabs at the vine, /misses/ it and lands in the water with an
enormous splash. *SPLAT*

From the shallow waters, Sarala pops out of the water shaking her head,
sighing she announces the obvious "that was bad"

Kestrall grins at Katlyn, "In some things maybe."

Dyane says "Okay, folks. Last call for entrants. Otherwise, the contest is
closed for those already diving!""

Benden Weyr> Kassima wafflesnugs the bear. Going to come watch some of your
fellow Bendenites wreak havoc at Boll? ;)

Sarala steps down from the docks.

Maverick wrinkles his nose as the sand falls on him. "Oh, I see how you
want to play it." he rocks forward on his knees and scoops up two handfulls
of sand and tosses it towards Elif. Luckily it's mostly damp stuff.

Katlyn glances over at Nini, "Are any of the others going to come down to
the gather?"

Kirnin shrugs. "I dunno. Maybe I should try?" she glances up at the vine,
dumping her firelizard into the sand.

Kassima grins at Kin and can't resist adding, "You really should've worn a
kilt--they're good luck, you know." Her own is nearly buried in the wet
sand that she keeps pouring over it.

Alea wanders up the trail from the west and steps out onto the beach.

Dyane says "Kirnin. Next."

Alea waves to Azaela. "Heya!"

Katlyn cheers, "Go sis!"

Elif squeals and rolls away form the sand, but can't evade most of
it.Laughing she tries to stand and brush herself off."Okay you win! I don't
want to have to go for a swim."

Kirnin grins at her sister, and flips her hair back from her eyes,
regarding the vine with something like a wary look. "You're going to stay
where you're put, right?" she demands of it, as she advances on it with her
eyes slinting and pauses, before making her leap, hands settled on her hips.

"Y'know," Kindre muses, "I think, myhap for luck, I'll put it back on." The
semi-young rider slips off behind the guarded protection of her dragon and
re-emerges, kilt attired.

High up on Ilseth, Azaela shouts, "Hey, Alea..I need to go."

Maverick smiles up at Elif as she gets up, "What's so wrong with a swim?"
he asks innocently.

High upon Ilseth, Azaela waves

Upon Ilseth's neck, Azaela fastens the riding straps tightly so she won't
fall off.

Benden Weyr> Janus readies the stretchers... ;)

Kelanna wanders up the trail from the west and steps out onto the beach.

From the sky, Spineth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

Ilseth hunches down before launching up into the skies, with powerful strokes.

Alea calls to the Fort greenrider. "I'll visit at Fort!"

Kirnin nods again, sharply, as if she'd gotten an actual answer from the
vine, and charges headlong, emitting a shrill girlish whoop.

Benden Weyr> Ursa says, "Where did ya'll park your dragons for the gather?"

Kirnin grabs the vine, swings out, releases, arcs before performing a pike
dive flawlessly.

Pheifer smiles and awaits

Benden Weyr> Kassima put hers on the Gather Beach. :)

Benden Weyr> Caitria used the C-lot, herself. Oh, wait...

Benden Weyr> Kindre says, "the beach :)"

Dyane grins and applauds, "Yay!"

Benden Weyr> S'riv says, "in my weyr, I nver go out:)"

Gwirith bugles a greeting as another brown emerges from between.

Sarala applauds "good dive!"

Kirnin steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Benden Weyr> Kassima adds, kilts are the attire of choice--right, Kin? ;)

Kelanna wanders over grinning

Benden Weyr> <Alyssa> Adonith parked himself admist the females, of course.

Chrissa appaluds!

Ryglenn nods and applauds, "Well done!"

Benden Weyr> Kindre thbts at Saer, for fun :)

Katlyn jumps up and yells for Nini, "Way to go sis! Voyagers!"

Benden Weyr> Caitria ohs!! I saw kilts on the web. Breakaway kilts, no less!

Jommel wanders over to someone. "Hallo Tesra..."

Benden Weyr> S'riv salutes Kindre and notes /noone/ can borrow his kilt.

Benden Weyr> <Kassima> Lysseth whaps Adonith upside the head with a wing.
Just on general principal, mind.

Kirnin spashes back onto the shore, looking proud and somewhat damp, and
plops down next to Katlyn, starting to wring water out of her shirt. "See?
Easy."

From the sky, Atop Spineth, Lathen murmurs to Ursa, "I hope I -always-
remember to stop screaming right before I come out of between. It'd be
awfully embarrassing to be doing that with an apprentice also adragonback."

Alea walks further along the hot sands towards the tidal pool.

Brad walks over to Sarala and says "well done. Misses most of it but anyway.."

Dyane says "Last call ... 5 ... 4 ..."

Dyane says "3 ... 2 ... 1 ..."

Merla catches a comment from Spineth, she grins wryly...

Tesrallyn laughs at someone's joke, but stops, turning at a voice.
"Jommel??" she askes in disbelief, before giving him a big hug. "Oh shards!
I thought I'd never see you again."

Benden Weyr> Kindre has her own Hatching-Gift-Kilt from Kassi Klien ;)

From the sky, Atop Spineth, Ursa looks over her shoulder to grin impishly
at that.

Spineth backwings to a landing.

Maverick hhmms, "last call?"

Dyane says "Okay. I guess I'm next. The contest is closed for all except
those already in it."

Alyssa stifles a yawn and turns toward the other Benden riders. "With your
pardon...I think I'll make my way back to the weyr."

Maverick snaps his fingers, "Darn!"

Jommel smiles and returns the hug. "Neither did I."

Merla nods to Alyssa, "Glad you could join us!"

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Kassi Klein. Kassi Klein. Hrm. I like that
better than Kassi the Leprechaun, Purveyor of Lucky Kilts Cereal <tm>. ;)"

"Ursa," Kindre calls over while Herath snorts a happy greeting to Spineth.

Dyane drops her pad and goes up the cliff. She places her hands on her hips
and looks at the vine, "Remember. Like /last/ time. The 3 somersaults."
Taking a deep breath, she tosses some sand into her suit and grabs for the
vine.

Elif wavies to alea.

Dyane runs toward the vine, leaps up and grasps the vine, sweeping
majestically out over the water. However, upon seeing the distance down to
the water, their hands refuse to let go and after several minutes of
swinging back and forth, two drudges help them down off the vine with
crowbars.

Maverick waves after Alea as well.

Dyane steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Elif nods to Maverick and smiles."We could, would you mind?"

Alyssa smiles warmly at Merla and touches her arm. "Always a pleasure,
weyrwoman, Just...please...don't get yourself hurt?" She offers the same
fond farewells to Kassima and Kindre before moving to Adonith.

Dyane walks back down, sighs, "I don't know what came over me ... It's not
that bad .." She mutters to herself for a while.

Spineth lands out of the way, but not far enough away that his rider's wave
isn't visible.

Kassima snorts cheerfully at Lys. "Who needs pardon? Go, go--you and
Adonith rest well, y'hear? And eat something, shard it. You're too thin!"
She grins, turning the scold to a tease with her good natured tone.

Katlyn smothers a laugh..

Chrissa grins a bit at Dyane, "heh it is a long way down :) that is ok,
your last dive made up for it."

Ryglenn grins at Dyane, "Something wrong that time M'Lady?"

Maverick shakes his head, "No, honestly I would enjoy an evening away from
Igen. No one will miss me that much."

Katlyn thinks it's nice to see she's not the only one..

Merla chuckles at Dyane, "It's pretty darn scary if you look down..."

Dyane goes back, taking the pad in hand and looks at up Ryglenn, "I' don't
know ... I was fine and then ... "

Dyane says "Tes ... NExt!"

Alyssa glances over her shoulder to laugh softly at Kassima. "Yes,
Salless," she winks.

Atop Spineth, Ursa gathers up her skirts and, with a deep breath and a hand
from the baker with her, manages to make it off of Spineth without
embarrassing herself too drastically.

Alyssa uses the oiled straps and an extended foreleg to mount Adonith and,
once settled between his neckridges, she rubs his hide adoringly and
receives, in return, a loving warblecroon.

Ursa climbs carefully down with the assistance of Spineth's extended forelimb.

B'rin wanders up the trail from the west and steps out onto the beach.

Zmeth backwings to a landing.

Kassima watches the crowbar-wielding drudges, and comments, "That happens
*far* too often. I'm always annoyed when it does to me--imagine! They can
break my best death grip with mere crowbars!" Snorting, she shakes her
finger at the departing Lys in a very Salless-like fashion, then returns to
dumping sand into her hair.

P'ral looks up, at this latest announcement.

Rhythana wanders up the trail from the west and steps out onto the beach.

Ryglenn chuckles and nods, "Uh huh . . . "

Kirnin tips her head to one side, and then looks straight up. "Zmmmmmeth!"
she emits, recognizing the dragon, and scooping up Firstlight. "Look! It's
K'tel, Kat..."

Dyane greets the newcomes.

Gwirith croons a greeting to Zmeth

K'tel waits until Zmeth crouches low, then grabs a hold of the riding
straps and slides quickly down his side, landing in a crouch. He
straightens up and slaps Zmeth affectionately.

Adonith hunches down before launching up into the skies, with powerful
strokes.

Zmeth warbles to Gwirith and settles into the sand.

Katlyn shields her eyes to look up at the dragon, "So it is Nini.."

Alea leans against Gwirith's slightly glowing sides, sipping a
'greendragon'. She waves as Alyssa arrives on Adonith. "Heya!"

Soril watches TEs prepare to run....

Kirnin plops the bronze flizard on her shoulder and waves enthusiastically.

K'tel spots Kirnin and grins. He threads his way through the crowd, "Hey you!"

Dyane watches Tes paralyzed in fear ;)

Lathen climbs carefully down with the assistance of Spineth's extended
forelimb.

Tesrallyn tries to hide behind Jommel, but is spotted. "What? Oh.. um..
yea..."

From under Katlyn's hair, Dirk chirples at the dragonpet.

K'tel chuckles, "Katlyn! How are you two?"

Alea waves to Ursa and Spineth. "Igen's duty and all that."

Lathen smiles and looks around. He nods respectful greetings to the people
in the area as he offers his arm to the brownrider who brought him. He
smiles at Ursa, saying, "The tents first? I'm hungry for a change."

Dyane chants, "Tes...Tes...Tes...Tes.."

B'rin arrives with Rhythana at his side, and slows his strides to look
around for familiar faces. "Igen's duty," he offers to those closest by.

Kirnin grins ear to ear, and /bounces/. "hey!" she shouts, obviously
enthusiastically. "How you? How's Zmeth? It's been ages and ages, sine we
were back at Igen. And... " she runs out of words, or breath, or something.

Jommel looks behind him, surprised. Too much going on.

Dyane smiles, calling to the new arrivals, "Welcome to Boll!"

Tesrallyn hehs at Jommel as she clambers up to the top of the cliff. "Don't
you dare fail me now," she murmurs, taking a small hop, then sprinting
towards the vine, letting out a rebel yell as she reaches for it. "AHH!!!"

Ursa sets the flowers she carries aside as she pulls off her riding jacket
and tucks in up with Spineth's straps. Then she scoops up the flowers
again, flowers unusual to be seen in winter, and sniffs them again. She
murmers to Lathen, "I don't know what to do with these, leave them here so
I can take them home and keep them? Or just tuck them in my hair and enjoy
them all evening."

Tesrallyn grabs the vine, swings out and does four spectacular somersaults,
but forgets to let go! The vine becomes twisted about an ankle for a moment
before slipping free! All you see is an incredibly huge splash. *CANNONBALL*

Rhythana gives a faint smile as she wanders in with B'rin, sticking close
to his side.

Dyane winces, "Oh, ... Tes ..."

K'tel laughs, "We're both great! It has been ages. What have you been up
to?" He mentally reviews to see if he missed any questions.

Ryglenn grimaces, "Wow!"

Lathen grins at Ursa's question. "Well, little though you need an ornament,
I think you should enjoy them all evening."

Alea takes a generous drink from her cup. "Igen's duty." she mimicks B'rin.
"Heya, You two!" she calls louder.

Kirnin places on epalm solemenly on her head. "Bout that much," she says,
with overstated solemnity, her golden-brown eyes flashing.

Dyane says "Chrissa! Next!"

Katlyn coughs to keep from laughing at her sis.

Ursa looks up and gives Alea a warm wave, calling back, "And Benden's to
Igen!" She's really in a shamefully good mood, and she starts tucking the
flowers this way and that into her hair, saving one to tuck into a
button-hole of her dress.

From the shallow waters, Tesrallyn flounders to the surface, sputtering and
coughing, wiping water and hair out of her eyes. "Yeowch!" she exclaims,
frowning. "Bad, /bad/ vine," she scolds, wading out of the water, looking
like a drowned feline.

K'tel pauses, half turned to see what the splash was. He laughs, "That's
quite a bit. What's going on?"

Chrissa grins when she relizes she is next. She then shoes the firelizards
of of her and studies the vine, you can tell that their is almost so
nervousness in her face. She then starts to run keeping her eyes open this
time..

Kassima sees the cannonball, and raises one fist and gives a whoop as she
jumps up in the air. "Fantastic!" she yells--yell turning to a yelp as she
realizes that this lost her most of her sand. "Ach, shards...." Scooping it
up from the beach, she works on making herself into the Abominable
Sand-Creature once more.

Chrissa swings out on the vine, releases but isn't able to twist quickly
enough to avoid a bellyflop. *OUCH*

B'rin finally allows his gaze to fall upon Alea, and he narrows his eyes
slightly, before glancing up at Rhythana and then finally moving over
toward the Igen greenrider. "Wingleader," he offers politely.

From the shallow waters, Chrissa yells as she hits the water and the
firelizards swarm around her, crooning anciously.

Kestrall wrinkles his face momentarily at Chrissa's flop. "Ugh!"

Chrissa steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Kirnin looks back over her shoulder, and then up at K'tel again. "Diving
contest," she says, usefully.

Pheifer winces incredibly

Rhythana follows B'rin, giving Alea a faint smile. "Evening."

Alea sips from her glass goblet. "Wingsecond." she returns the greeting.

Dyane says "Ryglenn!"

K'tel says "Are you going to try out?"

Ryglenn nods again as his name is called and walks toward the plateau; he
wipes his hands on his shorts while muttering something about a 'slippery
vine'. At the plateau he takes a few steps back and then runs for the vine
. . .

Ryglenn swings out on the vine with one hand, releases, twists forward,
back and then somersaults once before diving faultlessly into the clear
waters.

Katlyn grins proudly at Nini, "She did a /great/ dive earlier.."

Chrissa comes out a grimice on her face and she sits down with te trio of
firelizards trying to comofrt her, "what hurt!" she remarks.

Dyane applauds!

Dyane says "Pheifer!"

Sarala applauds "great dive!"

K'tel smiles, "Really? I'm terrible at that stuff. You must get it from the
other side of the family."

Kirnin grins. "We're on the second round now. Kat got stuck."

From the shallow waters, Ryglenn comes to the surface quickly, throwing an
arm in th eair, "YES!" andd he swims to shore with a big grin.

B'rin's look shifts from Alea to her green lifemate, and then he frowns.
"You should know better," he says somewhat sternly to his Wingleader.

Ursa hooks her arm into Lathen's, asking with a grin. "Okay, where to
first, bakerman?" The flowers are all safely tucked away and Ursa pulls one
back out of her hair, just so she can hold and sniff it.

Ryglenn steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Chrissa lookd up from her pain and manages a week smile.

Kestrall chuckles, "Hey Kat, when ya gonna introduce me to yer sis?"

Tesrallyn steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Gwirith warbles seductively to Spineth. Crooning and generally making a
spectacle of herself.

Katlyn makes a face at Nini, "You didn't have to tell him /that/ part.."

Pheifer nods ands smiles as he grabs a hand full of sand he trots on up to
the platue. Up there he wipes his hands and gets on the ground in a weird
running style position,

Kirnin shrugs, ever so slightly. "You did," she points out, grinning.

Tesrallyn makes it out of the water, finally, and trots over to her towel,
wrapping it tightly about her.

Pheifer swings out on the vine a few times, gaining momentum, releases, and
performs 3 somersaults before twisting into a simple dive.

K'tel grins at Katlyn, "You take after my side?"

From Chrissa's shoulder, Starr croons worridly at his pet untill she
comforts him. saying that she is all right.

Maverick speaks quietly with Elif while he watches the 'dives'

Dyane cheers again :) "Next is Kindre!"

Sarala applauds

Katlyn looks up as her name is called,"What? Oh, Kes. Nini this is Kes of
Igen Weyr, Kes my sis Nini.."

Merla smiles to Kindre, "Go Kin..."

P'ral follows Tesrallyn's progress, and when he reaches her he says "H'lo.
Someone said you was here now."

From the shallow waters, Pheifer burst above water and sputters /again/
gasping for air he smiles . "i seem to have perfected that manuver!"

Pheifer steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Ryglenn drops his towel nd asks Dyane, "Better?"

Katlyn smiles at K'tel, "Apparently.."

Kestrall nods with a smile, "Well met, Nini."

Lathen nods at the Woodsmith Tent. "Let's try there, Ursa."

Kindre looks over the vine like a smited bargainer looks over a Trader who
has take them for every last quarter mark they've got. Eyeing the perceived
foe of her trial, Kin mock-sword fights with the inanimate foilage.
"Ha...haha!" Several residents slip decidedly away from her is
self-preservation. The young Benden rider stops her stand-off,
half-charging towards the dangling vine with purpose...

Alea recognizes Kestrall's voice. "Kes! Heya!"

Kirnin bobs her head slightly to Kestrall, and settles herself to observe
the general chaos again.

Kindre swings out on the vine with one hand, releases, twists forward, back
and then somersaults once before diving faultlessly into the clear waters.

Lathen goes into the Woodsmiths' Gather Tent.

Tesrallyn grins at P'ral, giving him a hug and getting the poor rider wet.
"Heya, hon.. Yea.. I got transfered here. Sorry I didn't tell you, but
well.. I couldn't find you. I hope you're not mad?"

Elif smiles, watching the dive, and sits back in the sand again, proping
herself up on her elbows.

Ursa nods. "S'fine a tent as any," she agrees good naturedly.

Ursa goes into the Woodsmiths' Gather Tent.

Rhythana gives a slight sigh of relief as Alea apparently ignores, or
doesn't hear B'rin's reprimand. She glances around her, her eyes taking in
the many faces before returning her attention to the brownrider.

Kassima gets up *very carefully* from her kneeling position on the beach,
so caked in sand that there's really very little recognizable of the rider
except her dark green eyes anymore. "Yay, Kin!" she yells, trying not to
disturb her coat of sand in the process.

Dyane applauds and whistles! "Well done!!!"

Merla cheers for her friend!

Soril applauds as well.

Dyane says "Birioc! Next!"

Kestrall smiles briefly at Kirnin, then turns back to watching the vine
swinging.

Sarala claps!! "beautiful dive"

B'rin draws himself straighter, waiting for Alea to acknowledge his
admonishment.

Ryglenn grins, "Very nice!"

Kirnin nods slightly. "Better one than mine," she says, though not
grudgingly - a mere statement of fact.

Alea smirks at B'rin. "What concern is it of yours what I do. I'm not on
duty."

Kestrall glances over at Alea's call, "Heya Alea!"

K'tel looks at Kirnin and Katlyn, "So where's your dad hanging out?"

Rhythana looks between Alea and B'rin, suggesting softly, "Perhaps now is
-not- the best time to discuss this?"

Alea deliberatly lifts the cup to her lips again.

Kirnin shrugs a little helplessly. "Daddy has enough trouble keeping track
of me without me keeping track of him too," she grins.

B'rin lifts his free hand to point at Gwirith. "It /is/ my concern. If you,
Wingleader, won't stay on duty, then /I/ will. And you talk to /me/ about
responsibilty?" he says softly, but sternly, before glancing to Rhythana
and pressing his lips together.

From the shallow waters, Kindre springs from the waters, calling her simple
belief, "Don't look down!" Grin is obvious on her face...one of those
'Thank Faranth I didn't muss this one up' looks, before she dives under to
swim to the shore.

Katlyn shrugs slightly, "No idea, he was up before dawn as usual."

Kindre steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Birioc starts as his name is called. He trudges up the path with a hang-dog
expression, knowing that he's going to his doom of his own free will. At
the top he tosses some sand into the air, judging the wind before he starts
to bounce, running in place. Once he's reaches sufficient speed he bounds
forward, racing for the vine...

Birioc runs at the vine, trips, and goes over the edge, arms and legs in
frenzied swinging before landing in the water on the tummy. *YIKES*

Dyane bows flourishly to Kindre, "WEll done!"

K'tel chuckles, "I can understand that..."

Rhythana's jaw tightens at those words, but she doesn't comment, removing
her arm from B'rin's.

Elif nods

Dyane winces.

P'ral shakes his head, not seeming to care about being damp. "I s'pose
there's more beasts to tend at a Hold than a Weyr."

Alea chuckles slightly at her wingsecond. "Mind your own business. Which I
am not any more. Go play with your guard."

Pheifer acks loudly "ouchie..."

Kirnin tips her head to one side. "Is that better or worse than getting
stuck?" she asks.

Chrissa winces as Birioc hit the water, knowing how much that hurts.

From the shallow waters, Birioc lingers in the water for a good long while,
his eyes focused on the apprentices giggling on the beach. They'll pay for
that.

"I only tried to copy your first," Kindre admits to Lady Dyane with a smile.

Trea wanders out of the Smithcraft tent and, curious as always, heads
straight for the biggest commotion.

Katlyn chuckles, "Worse I think. Getting stuck only hurts one's pride.."

Dyane says "Merla!"

Kassima extends her right hand over Kin's head, and showers her lightly
with sand. "For good luck," she informs the goldrider sagely, eyes
twinkling amidst their mask of caked sand.

Tessa wanders up the trail from the west and steps out onto the beach.

Birioc steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

K'tel laughs, "I'll be back in a few minutes, you two." He wanders over
towards Alea.

Kestrall grins at Katlyn, "So let go next time, silly."

B'rin tilts his chin up. "I don't /play/, Wingleader. You don't exactly do
Igen any pride by foolishly bringing a glowing green Gwirith to a /Hold/."

Tesrallyn shrugs. "Master Jesse's at the Weyr. There was no-one really
posted here..." She smirks faintly. "For once, I was needed," she says in a
soft voice.

Dyane smiles at Birioc, "At least you made it in yourself :)"

Merla eyes the vine warily for a moment. She walks up the cliff path to
test the vine, tugging on it, then steps back a few metres before
preparting for her dash. She sticks to the right side of the path all the
way up to the vine.

Rhythana groans quietly, and leans over to murmur something to B'rin.

Merla runs at the vine, trips, and goes over the edge, arms and legs in
frenzied swinging before landing in the water on the tummy. *YIKES*

K'tel walks up smiling, "Alea! I saw the most perfect flowers in the tent.
You have to tell me what you think of them."

Kirnin shrugs slightly. "I don't know," she says, musingly, and resumes
wringing water out of her shirt - she's looking even more lopsided than
usual, with the simple tunic half soaked and half dry, with creative
wringles where she's twisted it up.

Rhythana mutters to B'rin, "... it that... argue with... about
continuously? Can't we just..."

Chrissa cringes again and Jade lets out a croon.

Alea glances at Gwirith. "She's not glowing, that's reflected moonlight. I
just bathed and oiled her today."

Katlyn ignores Kes's comment.

K'tel nods cheerfully to B'rin and Rhythana.

Tessa comes down the path onto the beach, looking around with interest.

Ryglenn winces at Merla's tumble.

Dyane glances over her shoulder and shakes her head, "Oh, Merla ..."

Rhythana glances up at K'tel, nodding politely to the bronzerider. She
looks less than happy to be standing near an annoyed B'rin and a proddy Alea.

Alea turns her attention to the bronzerider, pointedly ignoring her
wingsecond. "I'd love to come see, K'tel."

Kassima grimaces, shaking her head. "I shouldn't have said that earlier,
about nay pressure," she murmurs with a faint chuckle. "Merla! You all
right out there?"

B'rin basically ignores everything and anyone as he confronts the Oasis
Wingleader. After he snorts disbelievingly he states, "Who do you think
you're fooling." And after that, he murmurs to Rhythana.

K'tel smiles, "Great!" He offers her his arm gallantly.

Kindre winces, "Faranth's first hatched," she mutters before, "Merla..?"

From the shallow waters, Merla groans, and wades slowly over to the edge,
"I don't think luck is my lady tonight..."

Merla steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Celie steps out of the Weavercraft tent.

P'ral nods. "I s'pose I don't need to take you to the Gather, you're here."

Rhythana sighs quietly at B'rin, and shakes her head.

Trea blinks, spotting somebody plummeting into thge water, and blinks
again. "Merla?" she murmurs, incredulously, recognizing the woman from the
Bendne Weyr Gather.

Kestrall sees Celie and waves, "Hiya Celie!"

Celie goes into the Tent of Flowers.

Alea puts her arm around K'tel, almost purring. "Show me what you've found
for Nim, K'tel."

Tessa slips through the crowd, mostly unnoticed, and escapes into the
Weavercraft Tent

K'tel leads her off.

Dyane says "Soril. Next."

Tessa lifts up the flap and enters the main area of the Weavercraft tent.

K'tel goes into the Tent of Flowers.

Rhythana glances at Alea, barely keeping a look of extreme distaste from
her features, but does nod gratefully to the bronzerider.

Kassima laughs and sings as she hears Merla, "I'd bet it all on a good run
of bad luck...." She actually manages to be on-key, miraculously. "Merla, I
think what you need is some of this sand."

Alea goes into the Tent of Flowers.

Tesrallyn smiles at P'ral. "You were going to take me?" she askes, leaning
up to give him a kiss on the cheek. "How're things back at the Weyr?"

Soril laughs a bit nervously, and backs farther away from the cliff than he
had before. He takes a shallow breath, and a medium one, and then begins
running, his hands stretching ahead to grab the vine.

Merla eyes Kassima oddly, "Sand?""

Soril grabs the vine, swings far out, releases, and does 3 backflips before
knifing into the water with nary a ripple.

Dyane smiles, applauding, "Well done, Soril!"

Kindre bobs her head in agreement, "The -sand-....'tis luck...!

Sarala wows! and applauds

B'rin clenches his hand into a fist as Alea moves off. "Irresponsible,
proddy /wench/," he murmurs angrily.

Kirnin's eyes widen slightly, and she bobs her ehad in appreciation of the
dive.

Chrissa looks up as Soril does his jump and smiles happy that he didn't
land wrong.

Rhythana touches B'rin's arm lightly, and murmurs, "If you're that worried,
speak to your weyrleaders. She obviously won't listen to you, love."

Tal chitters comfortingly to his pet.

From the shallow waters, Soril swims toward the shore underwater again,
walking when it gets too shallow. However, he spoils the graceful feel of
his dive by tangling himself in kelp, tripping, and faling back into the
water.

Dyane says "Kestrall! Next!"

Ryglenn applauds with a big grin.

Myhia peers over at Tal and warbles cheerfully.

Merla cheers for her brother, chuckling when he trips.

Kestrall gives Dyane a wry grin, then climbs up the cliff again. Grabbing
the vine, he gives it a few 'words', then hangs on and swings out.

Kindre overhears something, offering only a vague, recognizing look and
frown before turning back to the festivities at hand.

Kestrall grabs the vine, swings out and does four spectacular somersaults,
but forgets to let go! The vine becomes twisted about an ankle for a moment
before slipping free! All you see is an incredibly huge splash. *CANNONBALL*

Dyane shakes her head at Kestrall.

Kirnin tips her head to one side. "I'm still not so sure that that's a good
or a bad one...."

Soril steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Tessa steps out of the Weavercraft tent.

Kestrall steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

B'rin turns abruptly, with a curt nod to Rhythana. "Obviously. She abuses
her rank, and it's /not/ the first time. This matter must be addressed."

Dyane says "Katlyn. Next"

Soril acks as Kestrall drenches him!

P'ral says "Ista's doing OK. Nobody died in Falls recently. I wasn't going
to come here, but I wanted to see if you was here."

Katlyn cringes..

Kestrall sputters as he stumbles out of the water, muttering something
about an overgrown vegetable string up there.

"Very nice," Kindre remarks geuininely.

Kassima nods enthusiastically to Merla. It is very noticeable that Kassi is
covered, head to foot, in sand--so much so that you can barely make out
what's underneath all that sand. "'Tis good luck!" she explains. "Teyal
used it last time, y'know, and she placed--I think 'twas third; might've
been fourth."

Kestrall chuckles not to happily, "Thanks... I think."

Ryeel Ryeel quietly slips out of a cot.

Rhythana removes her hand from B'rin's shoulder, and folds her arms over
her chest. "Don't speak to me in that tone of voice, please." Her voice is
kept low, but is firm. "And if it's bothering you that much, let's just go
home."

Kirnin nods to Katlyn. "You remember this time," she says, in all
seriousness. "G'on."

Kindre adds, "I used it before my last dive, Merla...?"

Tesrallyn smiles, giving P'ral another hug. "Thanks for stopping by, hon.
Makes me feel nice."

Katlyn strides up towards the vine and gives it 'the look'. Stepping back
Kat runs to the stubborn vine.

Katlyn backs up and runs at the vine, then trips and falls flat on their
face at the edge of the cliff. As they try to get up, one hand slips making
them tumble into the waters.

Trea watches the competition, thoroughly bemused.

Dyane shakes her head at Kat with a sigh.

Kirnin winces. "Kat-LYN."

Kestrall groans, "That vine's just gotta be sadistic."

Sarala cringes

From the shallow waters, Katlyn thinks she's just cursed...

B'rin crosses his arms stiffly as well. "No. I'm here, so I'm staying." He
absently looks towards the water. "If nothing else, I can watch even more
people make fools out of themselves."

Ryglenn grimaced at Kat's 'dive'.

Dyane says "Kassima!"

Kestrall winces at Kat's landing in the water.

Katlyn steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Rhythana turns to face the water, her back to B'rin. She doesn't reply.

Chrissa watches Katlyn and says "ouch, that is /worse/ then not letting go."

Kestrall looks at Katlyn with some concern, "You ok, Kat?"

Katlyn lets out a weary sigh, plops down on the sand, and tries to bury
herself with it.

Kassima grins and bows to Merla. "You'll see!" she proclaims (poking her
lag along the way), and dashes for the vine, a cloud of sand following
along behind her.

Dyane calls over the crowd, "Kassima!"

Kassima grabs the vine, but slips, arms and legs flailing wildly before
landing unceremoniously into the water below. *PLOP*

Lysseth> Kirnin tips her ehad to one side. "See what?"

Lysseth> Dyane winces at Kassima, "Too much sand! Made you lose your grip."

Lysseth> Ryglenn shakes his head and chuckles.

Kassima sputters as she resurfaces this time, free of sand except for a few
wet globs that drip down her hair. "Or mayhaps nay?" she admits with a grin
and a rueful shrug. "Sand. Can't dive with it, can't dive without it...
shells, it's just like fire-lizards." She mutters this under her breath as
she wades to shore, looking thoughtful.

You wade towards the shore.

Merla plants her hands on her hips, "Oh I see. I see far too clearly."

Katlyn checks her limbs for any cuts or bruises.

Kestrall moves over and sits near Katlyn, "That thing gets more people at
these swing contests. Are you ok?"

Merla grins at Kassi's comment about firelizards.

Kindre tries not to giggle when Merla speaks, her concern with Kassima.
"Crackdust, are you alright?"

Dyane says "Too much sand, Kassima :)"

Dyane says "Sarala! Next!"

Sarala cringes and groans at the thought of another botched up dive, taking
a deep breath and muttering "let it be good" she sprints for the vine

Sarala grabs the vine, but slips, arms and legs flailing wildly before
landing unceremoniously into the water below. *PLOP*

Katlyn winces slightly as she comes across a bruise, "Yeah I think so Kes,
nothings broken."

B'rin scowls as he watches, unmoving, gaze riveted to the water. After
awhile he shakes his head with something akin to disgust, in no mood to
enjoy the festivities. Turning again, he moves to find himself a beverage.

Dyane says "Kirnin! Next!"

Kassima chuckles and nods, trying to step on any rocks she might see to
avoid the sand altogether. "I quite agree," she says to Lady Dyane with a
rueful laugh, then snaps her fingers. "I know! I forgot to do that 'honor
of Slithereth' thing. That probably would've helped--oh, I'm fine, Kin.
Just got to think of a better vine strategy!"

From the shallow waters, Sarala pops up fromunder the water, wondering
where she can hide "it wasn't good..."

Sarala steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Kestrall nods, "Ok, I just wanted to be sure. You don't have to do that you
know."

Rhythana turns her head to glance after her companion, heaving a frustrated
sigh before following him.

Kirnin bounces slightly (of course) on her toes, and advances towards the
vine with a steely glint in her eye. "Listen," she informs the piece of
greenery. "I'm going to run, and you're going to stay where you've been
put,a nd you're going to be good. Right?" That said, she digs her toes
intot he sand and charges, without the slightest hint of apprehension.

Katlyn glances up at Kes with a puzzled look, "Do what?"

Kirnin swings out on the vine, releases but isn't able to twist quickly
enough to avoid a bellyflop. *OUCH*

Ryglenn groans.

Trea espies Salara, and gryns. "Think ya'd be used t'bein' soaked by
now..." the apprentice murmurs.

Kestrall smiles, "You don't have to swing on that thing if you really don't
want to."

From the shallow waters, Kirnin resurfaces quickly, shaking her curls out
of her eyes. "All right, now I give the water a good talking to, and
everything will be /fine/," she declares, slogging out to the shore merrily.

Katlyn cringes for her sis, "Ouch."

Kirnin steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Sarala closes her eyes and cringes "ow"

Kindre winces, "OOooo, that...hurt...Alea!" she calls, motioning the rider
over.

Kestrall glances over at Kirnin, "Ooooch, it got you good that time."

Dyane puts down her pad and sighs. She heads up to the top of the cliff and
looks down. She closes her eyes, "For the love of ... "

Dyane backs up and runs at the vine, then trips and falls flat on their
face at the edge of the cliff. As they try to get up, one hand slips making
them tumble into the waters.

Trea winces.

Kirnin just shrugs and plops herself onto the sand again, once more
wringing out her shirt.

Dyane steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Sarala grins at Trea "its not the being wet that bothers me, its the
falling into the water from a very high vine that gets to me"

Alea exits the flower tent and approaches her Wingsecond. "Thank you for
spoiling the gather for me," she hisses. She turns to look at Kindra. "What
is it?"

Trea nods. "I kin see why..."

Dyane grabs her things and sits down. Looking disgruntled about the whole
thing, she calls, "Tesrallyn! Go!"

Ryglenn stiffles a laugh and asks Dyane, "Umm . . You alright M'Lady?"

Shaking her head at Kes,"Of course I'll continue." Kat winces in mid-grin,
another bruise found.

B'rin procures for himself a glass of wine, downing it within seconds. As
his Wingleader nears and speaks, he merely arches one eyebrow. "You spoiled
it for yourself, Alea," he says somewhat condescendingly.

Soril eeps at Lady Dyane's disgruntled demeanor. He gets in line, to be ready.

Kassima wrinkles her nose good-naturedly, and inquires of Lady Dyane, "Too
much sand, or nay enough?"

Chrissa ouches, "oh bad one"

Alea takes a step towards her friend the Benden goldrider. "I'll see you at
Igen," she hisses at B'rin.

Kestrall nods toward Katlyn, with a smile, "Ok, just be careful."

Rhythana moves to stand next to B'rin, looking rather annoyed. After a
moment, she rests a hand lightly on his back, not saying anything.

Aidoann shrugs as Verelan takes flight from her shoulder.

Dyane grins up at Kassima, "Not enough."

B'rin mmhms. "Very soon, I hope." And he lifts his emptied glass in mock
salute to his Wingleader, before turning slightly to look at Rhythana.

Tesrallyn eeps! giving P'ral a crooked grin before dashing up the cliff,
having dropped her towel near the greenrider. "Okokok. I can do this. Yup.
Haven't died yet," she mutters, stepping up to the edge of the cliff,
looking down, then eyeing the vine. "Just don't break," she orders it,
backing up, then taking a running start and leaping for the vine, her lips
muttering a chant: Don't let me die. Don't let me die.

Tesrallyn grabs the vine, but slips, arms and legs flailing wildly before
landing unceremoniously into the water below. *PLOP*

Kindre grabs Alea's arm a bit urgently, her lips turned into a wonderful
smile. Wondering simply, "Are you alright? Better yet, is Gwir?" Turning a
raised brow to B'rin, she frowns. "Alea," she queries, attention back on
the greenrider.

Rhythana sighs and murmurs something to B'rin.

Rhythana mutters to B'rin, "I want..."

Dyane winces at Tesrallyn, then calls out, "Chrissa!"

Alea shake sher head at Kindre. "I should go really. He's right about that.
Tho' we were fine till Orith and he showed up."

Trea watches Tesrallyn's enceremonious landing, and shakes her head. "One
contest I think is mebbe best I'm _not_ in..." she says quietly.

Chrissa gets up realizing it is her turn and runbs her belly one last time
she says, "well it can't be worse then the last one." She assures her
firelizards as they take flight and turns to the vine she takes a deep
breath and runs...

Chrissa grabs the vine and dives simply into the water, rippling the water
only slightly.

B'rin nods shortly, tossing his glass away. "Very well, Rhys," he states.

From the shallow waters, Tesrallyn shrieks as she falls down, the sound
cutting off as she disappears beneath the surface. Struggling to the top
again, she quickly swims in, coughing and sputtering, and actually cursing
the vine. As if it's the vine's fault! "Stupid... green... burn..." she
mutters, coughing a bit at water accidentally swallowed.

Tesrallyn steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Alea leans close to Kindre. "Shells, don't let on he's right. He's my
second for Faranth's sake."

Orith backwings to a landing.

Alea snugs Kindre. "I'll see you after Gwir rises."

From the shallow waters, Chrissa comes up grinning, "I did it!" her happy
firelizard swirl around her as she walks out.

Alea climbs gracefully up onto Gwirith with the help of a proffered
forelimb, receiving a loving croon as she does so.

Chrissa steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

"Of that I'm sure," Kindre remarks quietly. "If you are heading back, I'll
not worry," is said with a genuine smile.

Rhythana moves away from B'rin, and crosses to Orith, giving the brown a pat.

Gwirith warbles plantifly to the mighty Igen broen.

Kassima grins and scoops up a handful. "One for luck," she recites. "Two
for surety. Fifty million for sheer ridiculousness." Laughing and obviously
in high spirits despite the last swing, she sprinkles the sand onto her
head and wrings out her kilt as best she can. "Oh, Alea! Clear skies t'you!"

Dyane says "Ryglenn!"

Ryglenn, feeling more confident after his second dive, trots back up the
cliff; he doesn't look at the vine until he is where he wants to be (a five
or six step run from the thing) and he sets off on a run reaching high on
the vine as he leaves the ground . . .

Ryglenn grabs the vine, swings far out, releases, and does 3 backflips
before knifing into the water with nary a ripple.

Orith cranes his neck, warbling toward Gwirith cordially, but not with
overly much affection.

P'ral wraps Tesrallyn in the towel. "Why do you keep doing that?"

B'rin heads over toward his lifemate, pausing to brush sand from his trous
before quickly mounting up.

Dyane says "Pheifer!"

Aidoann steps into the BakerCraft Tent.

Orith bends his foreleg helpfully, letting B'rin use it as a step as he
mounts the brown dragon.

Verelan flies after Aidoann

From the shallow waters, Ryglenn bobs to the top, his feet fluttering
behind him as he backstrokes to the shore; he goes to the beach grinning.

Ryglenn steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Dyane shakes her head at Ryglenn, then looks after Pheifer.

Pheifer looks up and about hearing his name, he speeds up teh cliff, almost
slipping. Then gives teh vine a stern look and thinks "something good this
time" he smiles , steps back, and charges forward....

Ryglenn plops himself on the sand and wipes his face dry.

Rhythana hikes the skirt of her dress up, clambering up onto the brown
carefully, stubbornly refusing any help B'rin may or may not offer.

Tesrallyn coughs again, then smiles at P'ral, snuggling against him.
"Because I'm crazy?"

Orith bends his foreleg helpfully, letting Rhythana use it as a step as she
mounts the brown dragon.

Pheifer grabs the vine, swings out and does four spectacular somersaults,
but forgets to let go! The vine becomes twisted about an ankle for a moment
before slipping free! All you see is an incredibly huge splash. *CANNONBALL*

Ryglenn oooos.

From the shallow waters, Pheifer splashes about when he surfaces tehn
throws his fisat in the air and looks to the wine "i SAID something /GOOD?

Pheifer steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Astride Orith, B'rin retracts the helping hand he was going to offer to his
weyrmate, and schools his expression into one of icy resignation. Turning,
he buckles up the straps tightly, and immediately gives Orith the signal to
take off.

Dyane sighs as Boll's hopes go down the drain. "Kindre. Next."

Kestrall ughs, "I know what that's like."

Orith rumbles quietly, reflecting on his rider's anger. He crouches and
then launches powerfully, beating wings stirring sand and sending it
spraying across the beach.

Orith hunches down before launching up into the skies, with powerful strokes.

Drugar wanders up the trail from the west and steps out onto the beach.

Dyane says "Kindre."

Kindre wriggles her shoulders up. "Mine so soon," she inquiries no one in
particular. Spying the dangling strand of nature's 'joke,' she leans back
in stance. Daring to soke her prized kilt once again, she simply grins
before hopping to her job. "Marks!" she calls and goes for it.

P'ral gives Tesrallyn a quick kiss, and says apologetically. "Cyth says we
need to get back."

Kindre grabs the vine, swings out, releases it before slicing cleanly into
the water.

Dyane applauds!!!

Merla cheers, "Yaaay!"

Sarala claps!!

Ryglenn looks around and sees Drugar stroll onto the beach, "Hiya Brother!"

Dyane says "Birioc!"

Ryglenn applauds though he missed the dive.

Drugar waves absentmindedly.

Ryeel looks around

Kassima laughs and exclaims, "Marks? Kin, what kind of luck-cry is 'Marks'?
Got to admit, though--it worked!" She cheers along with Merla, grinning
even broader than she did after her first dive.

Drugar walks further along the hot sands towards the tidal pool.

Birioc stamps up the path, his bare feet leaving deep indentations in the
sand and dirt. Once at the top he grabs the vine as if throttling it and
turns his back on the people below. The vine shakes and tremors while
certain curse words manage to reach the tender ears of those below. After
about a minute he finishes his talk with the vine and he releases it,
taking a few steps back. With a mighty leap...

Birioc grabs the vine, swings out and does four spectacular somersaults,
but forgets to let go! The vine becomes twisted about an ankle for a moment
before slipping free! All you see is an incredibly huge splash. *CANNONBALL*

From the shallow waters, Kindre splits the waters surface with a semi-quick
leap. "kNot pretty," is her admitted call, "but okay, I suppose..." her
words are lost in her below-surface swim to the shore.

Kindre steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Kestrall shakes his head, "That vine is really being nasty today."

Trea shakes her head. Seems Birioc has similar luck with the vine as he did
with the dunk tank earlier....

Birioc steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Sarala mutters to Trea, "... think he's... this..."

Ryglenn relaces his sandals and pulls on his shirt.

Dyane says "Merla!"

Birioc drags himself out of the water, his trousers clinging to his body
and showing every muscle on his edging-to-skinny legs. He doesn't even look
at the apprentices as he walks past them to where the towels are.

Tesrallyn nods to P'ral, returning the kiss. "Clear skies, hon. Miss you
and see you later."

Dyane smiles over at Birioc, "Are you alright?"

Birioc peeks out from beneath the towel that's covering his head.
"Nothing's wounded but my pride, dignity, and self-respect, Lady," he drawls.

Merla's confidence has been built up somewhat from watching a few highly
successful dives. She gives a thumbs up to the people she knows, before
springing as fast as she can (those out of shape gold-riders!) up the path,
toward the vine. For luck, she yells "Marks!" just as she gets to the vine.

Merla swings out on the vine, releases but isn't able to twist quickly
enough to avoid a bellyflop. *OUCH*

Dyane winces again.

Ryglenn cringes at the *slapp* on the water.

Maverick stands up quietly and walks off

Kestrall urgs.

Dyane says "Soril!"

Trea smiles at Sarala. "Just" she concedes. "Unless he had a clean dive
earlier I din't see."

Maverick wanders down the jungle path to the west.

From the shallow waters, Merla once again swims slowly to shore, "Lady
Dyane, I must protest," she calls out, "Birioc's been greasing the vine,
I'm sure!" The pained amusement in her shout shows she is joking.

Merla steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Kassima flops down in the sand, shaking her head. "This 'Marks' thing just
isn't doing it," she decides. "I think I'll stick with 'For the honor of
Slithereth'. Or something. For the honor of marks?" Trying that one out,
she simply makes a face. "Ach, well--good try, Merla!"

P'ral climbs up Cyth's foreleg with the help of the straps, and settles
into a seat on Cyth's neckridges.

Cyth hunches down before launching up into the skies, with powerful strokes.

Soril chortles at his sister.

Dyane says "Kestrall!" She wags a finger at Birioc, "For shame, gresing the
vine for Merla!"

Soril grabs the vine, but slips, arms and legs flailing wildly before
landing unceremoniously into the water below. *PLOP*

Birioc points to the other Benden goldrider, Kindre. "Then she's been
training it to twist around poor, unsuspecting ankles."

Ursa comes out of the Woodsmiths' Gather Tent.

Kestrall sighs, gets up for yet another try. He climbs up the cliff again,
grabs the vine, gives it a /look/, and swings out.

Kestrall backs up and runs at the vine, then trips and falls flat on their
face at the edge of the cliff. As they try to get up, one hand slips making
them tumble into the waters.

From the shallow waters, Soril yells
"WAAAAAAAAAAAUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" all the way down. A load of
bubles hit the surface as he sinks, and he comes up with a disgruntled look
on his face.

Soril steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Kestrall steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Ryglenn shakes his head as yet another trips before the launch.

Lathen comes out of the Woodsmiths' Gather Tent.

"Shells, Merla, he may be at that," Kindre giggles, "Are you alright,
though," she wonders more seriously. "I've what?" Her face is the purest
example of innocense after hearing Birioc.

Mirala smiles quietly and heads for the path, pulling Kelset after her.

Mirala wanders down the jungle path to the west.

Chrissa watches, sometimes cheering or cringin as she watches streached out
with her firelizards.

Kestrall mumbles something about extra greens in Ingen's stew for a few
days as he sits down by his shirt and boots.

Kelset wanders down the jungle path to the west.

Merla nods to Kindre, "Aye, I'm fine." she says with a grin.

Pheifer streches out on the sand

Ursa pushes aside the low hanging tent flap and steps inside the
Starsmiths' Tent.

Dyane says "Katlyn!"

Katlyn's mouth makes an O and she trudges up to get her beating yet again.

Kassima grins at Kin and nudges the goldrider lightly. "Always knew you had
it in you, but training the vine? That has to take especial skill! You'll
make full Wicked Goldrider status in nay any time 'tall. Merla, that was a
fine dive, I say. What would the fun be of doing it right *all* the time?"

Kestrall smiles, "Good luck, Kat!"

"Sure you don't need a 'skin of our white," Kindre wonders, Herath being
the travelling Benden wine cart her rider vaguely jokes to. "Salless gave
me a rather non-rare vintage to bring..."3

Lathen pushes aside the low hanging tent flap and steps inside the
Starsmiths' Tent.

Katlyn takes a deep breathe and runs at the vine.

Katlyn runs at the vine, trips, and goes over the edge, arms and legs in
frenzied swinging before landing in the water on the tummy. *YIKES*

Dyane says "Kassima!"

Kestrall ewwws as Katlyn flops in the water.

From the shallow waters, Katlyn comes up sputtering.

Kassima stares at the vine--just *stares* at it, for a good long time.
Then--she's off! Faster than a speeding bovine, able to leap tall
trundlebugs in a single bound, the greenrider pelts pell-mell towards the
dangling rope of green. "For the honor of Slithereth," she yells, "and for
marks, greenriding, Lysseth, tubers, kilts, Water, Benden, and... and
stuff!" With that stirring proclamation, she puts on an extra burst of
speed to zoom towards the vine as fast as she can go.

Sarala cringes

Feyan giggles as the lady does a belly flop....

Katlyn steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Kassima swings out on the vine a few times, gaining momentum, releases, and
performs 3 somersaults before twisting into a simple dive.

Lysseth> Merla slips into the weaver tent, recovering her clothing. Her
hair is still wrapped in a towel. She comes out in time to see Kassi go!

Lysseth> Dyane rotfls at Kassi

Lysseth> Ryglenn stands and moves ove near Drugar, "Ya missed my three
dives brother; the first left something to be desired but the last two were
pretty good."

Lysseth> Kestrall looks up at Katlyn, "You alright?"

Lysseth> Katlyn ask, "Anyone wanna torch the vine? I'll help."

Lysseth> Kindre laughs before nodding to Kassima. "I hexed the vine, to be
true," sh says with grandmotherly seriousness. "My first, blundering dive
was to throw everyone off, o'course!"

Lysseth> Merla cheers for Kassima!

Lysseth> Kestrall grins, "I'll help."

Lysseth> Pheifer cheers

Lysseth> Katlyn plops back down on the sand, almost landing on Kes.

Lysseth> Dyane says "Sarala!"

Lysseth> K'tel comes out of the Tent of Flowers.

Lysseth> Sarala grins at Katlyn "as long as you don't do it while I'm on
it, sounds like a great idea"

Lysseth> Katlyn grins back at Sarala, "Nah, I'll get Lady Dy on it afore i
torch it."

Lysseth> Feyan runs toward the vine, leaps up and grasps the vine, sweeping
majestically out over the water. However, upon seeing the distance down to
the water, their hands refuse to let go and after several minutes of
swinging back and forth, two drudges help them down off the vine with
crowbars.

Lysseth> Kestrall chuckles as Katlyn almost flops on him, "I don't mind if
ya flop on me, Kat, but I'm not quite as soft as the water from this
distance."

Lysseth> K'tel walks over to Kirnin and Katlyn, "Want to go with me to pick
up Taira? Just for fun?"

Kassima shouts towards the duo of Benden goldriders the second she
surfaces, "See? Just 'Marks' doesn't do it, nay--shard it, Zhailene, stop
buzzing around my head." She swats at the green fire-lizard, then at
several other blues that are trying to pull seaweed from her hair as she
returns to shore.

You wade towards the shore.

Dyane tosses sand at Katy.

Kestrall grins at Katlyn, "OOoooh, I'll help ya for sure now."

K'tel smiles and nods to Sarala.

From the shallow waters, Feyan shivers and shakes..."Feyan scarded!"

Dyane says "Sarala!"

Katlyn ducks slightly.

Sarala throws sand on herself wipes it off, makes several good luck
symbols, mumbles several blessings and beggings and yells several luck
chants before sprinting for the vine

Kestrall snickers quietly, "And I just sharpened my knife earlier too..."

Kirnin shakes her ehad slightly. "I'm next on the jump, and then I gotta go
oil Firstlight."

Katlyn looks over at her sis, "What say you Nini?"

Sarala grabs the vine, swings out, releases, arcs before performing a pike
dive flawlessly.

Dyane says "Kirnin!"

Dyane applauds Sarala.

K'tel nods, "Katlyn?"

Katlyn will go, since she'll probably be safer on a dragon than that darn
vine.

K'tel chuckles, "Come on then."

K'tel vaults onto Zmeth's extended foreleg and hauls himself up between his
neckridges.

Kassima raises one finger as she walks out of the water, kilt dripping
soggily and not looking to be at its best. "One handful of sand for luck,
and be sure to mention Slithereth on the way in. I'll have to remember that
next time we face off against Mart, Kin."

From the shallow waters, Sarala pops up grinning "I did it I did it!!!!"
she starts skipping through the water and bouncing like a four year old
whose had too many sweets

Sarala steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

"Kassi," Kindre grins at Lysseth's rider, "The drudges didn't have to pry
you off...crackdust," she admits, "I'd rather flop, at worst, than the
latter. You did great."

Dyane says "Kirnin"

Birioc grumbles under his breath as he is once again defeated by Sarala.

Atop Zmeth, K'tel unbundles his spare riding jacket. He looks down,
"Coming, Kat?"

Kirnin nods slightly, and, with a warning glance at the water, and a glare
at the vine, charges forwards.

Katlyn nods to Kes and strides to the dragon.

Katlyn climbs onto Zmeth with the help of the riding straps and K'tel's
extended hand.

Kirnin runs toward the vine, leaps up and grasps the vine, sweeping
majestically out over the water. However, upon seeing the distance down to
the water, their hands refuse to let go and after several minutes of
swinging back and forth, two drudges help them down off the vine with
crowbars.

Sarala skips around the beach,grinning and pulling her sandles on as she goes

Sayra comes out of the Tent of Flowers.

Kirnin steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Atop Zmeth, K'tel chuckles and waves to Kirnin!

Kirnin emerges with a grin at Katlyn. "All right, we're even now...."

Atop Zmeth, Katlyn shrugs into the flying jacket.

Kestrall sighs deeply, then turns to gaze out over the water quietly.

Atop Zmeth, K'tel looks back, "Ready?"

Kassima grins and applauds for Sarala, then simply sighs, resigned, as
three blue fire-lizards attach themselves to her braid and head. "I am
doomed to wear living hairpieces for the rest of my days--oh, as would I,
Kin! But that happens to everyone... and to me, more than usual, Faranth
knows. Remember, on the day we kidnapped Mart, with Meli and R'val along?"

Dyane stands up and applauds, "Congratulations to all! We have a 3 way tie
for first. A dive-off! Ryglenn, Kindre and Kassima!

Atop Zmeth, Katlyn chuckles down at Nini, "That we are dear sis."

Atop Zmeth, Katlyn holds onto K'tel and nods.

Merla cheers for Kindre and Kassima!

Feyan tries again, timidly....

Zmeth hunches down before launching up into the skies, with powerful strokes.

Sarala grins at Kassima "well at least its a handsome living hairpiece"

Sarala applauds loudly for all three

Sayra lifts up the flap and enters the main area of the Weavercraft tent.

"Mart is a freak of luck." Sure. Kindre's over losing her mark to the
Reaches brownrider. Yup. She is. Sure. "In any case," her mind returns
after congratulating the divers, "we tried, right? And said rider didn't
ursurp our luck...this time."

From the shallow waters, Feyan yipes!

Kestrall wanders down the jungle path to the west.

Chrissa claps, a little dissipointed bit still happy, she had lots of fun.

Kindre huhs? "Dive off..?"

Dyane says "Ryglenn, Kindre and Kassima. Which of you wants to go first?"

From the shallow waters, Feyan wanders away, sniffleing.....

Ryglenn raises his hand, "I'll go first."

Trea idly watches the contest, whilst busying herself building a small
sand-hold. This *is* a beach, afterall. :)

Kassima blinks, head jerking around so fast that Keyvan, Kwillion, and Alix
are all dislodged. "Me, part of a three-way tie? And Kin--did you hear
that? You, too!" She laughs and beams at her friend. "Just remember--one
handful of sand, and be sure to mention Slithereth!" She grabs the
proscribed handful, and gestures as she calls, "If one of the others wants
to go first, they're welcome to, as far as I'm concerned."

Kindre hedges a moment, gazing over her dripping kilt, "I'll follow...?"

Kirnin nods slightly, and sort of generally, to the gathering, and slips
off down the path to the voayagers' camp.

Dyane motions to Ryglenn, "Go! One dive!"

Kindre laughs, "'Tis a scary thought, dear friend," she smirks at Kassi.

Ryglenn strolls to the top of the cliff, he stands for a moment then
sprints for the vine; one, two, three steps and launch . . .

Ryglenn swings out on the vine, releases but isn't able to twist quickly
enough to avoid a bellyflop. *OUCH*

Caerul wanders in from the tidal pool.

Aidoann wanders out of t he bakercraft tent, finishing up a bubbly

Dyane says "Kindre? Kassima? Who's next?"

Kindre says "I os"

From the shallow waters, Ryglenn surfaces and slaps the water, "Shards! He
walks out with a disgruntled look on his face.

Ryglenn steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Kindre says "I don't mind going next...Kassi?"

Kassima swings her arms back and forth, chanting a name under her breath.
"Go ahead, Kin, if you like. I'm still preparing."

Dyane motions, "Go ahead, Kindre :)"

Ryglenn plops himself on the beach and just realized he had put his shirt
and sandlas back on, they are now soaked.

Sarala waves over to Krysta, grinning

Krysta nods a greeting to Sarala as she walks over to her.

Maverick walks back over to Elif and sits down, "Did I miss anything good?"
he asks, "WHo want the rope-swing?"

Elif shakes her head."I don't think so. Where did you go?"

Kindre smoothes the soaked pleats of her kilt. Her -gift-...that must have
a twinge of luck inherit. Staring down the vine, she stands
motionless...much to the annoyance of the onlookers. Fine. Finally deigning
to sprint across the beach, she kicks a bit of sand up, calling, "Luck!"
then leaps for the vine. "Maaaaaarks!"

Pheifer lowers his head "now why couldn't i do /that/ ?"

Kindre runs at the vine, trips, and goes over the edge, arms and legs in
frenzied swinging before landing in the water on the tummy. *YIKES*

Maverick shrugs, "Just for a walk, I wanted to get away from the crowd for
a bit."

Syreth backwings to land in an empty area of the beach.

Coral dismounts, followed by Dathon. Syreth goes for a swim.

Trea hears what sounds like a painful splat and looks up from her
sand-hold. Seeing Kindre, she winces.

From the shallow waters, Kindre pops up from the waters rippling surface. H
arm rubs some unseen, hurt part of her stomach as she mumbles, "Ow..."
That's it. Ow. Grinning a bit as the shock of water fades away, she moves
back to the beach in a canine-paddle.

Kindre steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Dyane says "Kassime :)"

Kassima nods to Dyane and takes a deep breath. Preparations are complete.
All systems are go. It's now or never, and all that sort of thing. The
greenrider chants as she steps up towards the path to the vine,
"Slith-er-eth." The chant picks up in tempo as she goes, until it's an
ongoing mantra-type thing: "Slithereth! Slithereth! Slithereth! For the
honor of Benden's giant tunnelsnake and the latrines he lives in, I call
upon Slithereth--and marks, too, just in case--to grant me good fortune in
this dive!" With that, she fuels her run with her absolute final reserves
of energy, becoming a kilt-garbed blur for those last few moments!

Benden Weyr> Kindre . o O "Kassime St Cloud?" ;)

Kylee steps out of the Weavercraft tent.

Jadir wanders in from the tidal pool.

Kassima swings out on the vine with one hand, releases, twists forward,
back and then somersaults once before diving faultlessly into the clear
waters.

Lysseth> Sarala applauds wildly!!! and gathers up her stuff

Lysseth> Ryglenn applauds for Kassima, "Looks like a winner to me!"

Lysseth> Kylee looks around, blinking as if she's never seen the outside of
the Weavertent before.

Lysseth> "Kassilass!" is Kindre's call from the beach, "Flawless!
Slithereth forbids, flawless!"

Lysseth> Dyane watches Kassima in amusment, then smiles. "Thank you /all/
for participating! I hope you had fun! Kassima is the ultimate winner!
Kindre is in second with Ryglenn in third!"

Lysseth> Merla cheers for Kassi!

"Slithereth, I shall never mock you again!" are the first words out of
Kassi's mouth as she comes up for air. Well, second, really--the first are,
"Eyuch, I swallowed seaweed!" But those are really too garbled by coughing
to hear.

You wade towards the shore.

Dathon looks at Kylee almost disbelievingly.

Pheifer walks further along the hot sands towards the tidal pool.

Kylee steps into the BakerCraft Tent.

Dyane laughs at Kassima

Ryglenn grins, "Congrats, Kassima!"

Auriel comes out of the Tent of Flowers.

Kindre laughs, crossing her arms on her chest as she attempts to curtsy.
"Congrats, Kassi! And Ryglenn!"

Trea smiles at Kassima, whilst putting the final touches on her
sand-hold...the trench-work for the fire-heights.

Ryglenn nods to Kindre, "Aye Congatulations to you too!"

Kindre grins, "Just luck, purely so, but I thank you. Was too close!"

Kassima grins and takes a sort of impromptu half-bow, braid flopping in her
face. "Ugh, d'you know what salty seaweed tastes like? Trust me, y'don't
want to find out... thankee! Felicitations t'you too, Kin, and Ryglenn!
Fine dives by all, methinks, and 'tis a victory in itself to survive the
evil of the vine."

Ryglenn chuckles and nods.

Maverick blinks at Elif and then chuckles, "I thought I might have offended
you..."

Auriel lifts up the flap and enters the main area of the Weavercraft tent.

Ryglenn looks around the beach, "If you'll excuse me, I've a little . . .
errand to run . . ."

Ryglenn goes into the Tent of Flowers.

Zmeth backwings to a landing.

Dathon steps into the BakerCraft Tent.

Kassima laughs and sweeps wet hair back from her face. "That," she comments
with a wide grin and sparkling eyes, "was *marvelous* fun. I do love Boll's
sacred bathing ceremony." With another chuckle, she squeezes more water
from her kilt and turtleneck as best she can, shaking out a few remaining
splatters of sand.

Dyane oohs at Kassima, calling over, "Can I use that next gather?!?"

Dirk chirples as his girlpet has finally desided to return to him.

Taira slides down off of Zmeth with the aid of the riding straps, landing
with a jolt. Zmeth turns his head and whuffles her gently.

Taira says "Sayra too!"

Katlyn slides down off of Zmeth with the aid of the riding straps, landing
with a jolt. Zmeth turns his head and whuffles her gently.

Taira groans as she slips to the ground, looking around at crowd and tents.
"I'll never find her!"

Kassima grins and calls back, "What, the kilt? You're more than welcome,
Lady--'tis my mission in life, after all, to spread kilts far and wide as a
Pernese fashion and good-luck charm!"

Trea eyes her creation, frowning. Something is definately missing from her
little sand-hold....

Atop Zmeth, K'tel smiles down, "She'll like the blue, Taira!" He waves to
Katlyn, "Tell Kirnin bye for me!"

Pheifer steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Kindre smiles wide, "Indeed," she remarks with a chuckle. "Lady Dyane, I
must thank you for letting us show off our idle-time favorite passtime of
the vine," she grins before looking over her wet pleats of skirt, "I swear,
they bring the most profound of luck," is her added comment before winking.

Katlyn nods and throws up the jacket to K'tel.

Atop Zmeth, K'tel catches it and ties it to the straps, "Have fun, you two!"

Birioc swings out on the vine, releases but isn't able to twist quickly
enough to avoid a bellyflop. *OUCH*

Taira says "Say hello to Nimiriel for me, brother!"

Katlyn waves and strides over to Nini..

Atop Zmeth, K'tel grins, "Of course!"

Taira tries to see everything at once, then just laughs and darts to the
midst of the crowds in a search for her sister.

Atop Zmeth, With a last wave, the rider refastens his jacket and signals
his dragon.

Kassima laughs and returns Kin's wink, impishly. "Too bad they bring Mart
luck, too, or we could just wear 'em every time we challenge him to
something! Speaking of which, do you think he'd be likely to beat us at
that fish-tossing game I saw in the Half-Circle tent back at the
Festival...?" Glancing about, she oohs, and points. "Tents!" Having shown
off her powers of observation, she follows this up with, "Shall we take a
look about?"

Zmeth hunches down before launching up into the skies, with powerful strokes.

Soril smiles, "Aye, that would be a great idea..."

A look of worry crosses 'Ric's face as he looks at Elif. he leans closer
and whispers to her again.

Soril smiles, "I think I'm just going to take my sister to see where I'm
staying, and I'll be right back."

Taira gazes at Pheifer

Kindre leans her head back and laughs. "Somehow," she remarks and returns
her gaze, "I think his luck is just overly awarded, kilt or now. Though,"
she grins, "I didn't have a chance to try toss the fish with anyone...Mah
there more oft that not...ooo, which tent?"

Katlyn calls Dirk, he takes off from where he was and flies onto Her shoulder.

Still frowning, Trea peers at the little hold-in-the-sand. It needs....a
dragon, curled up atop the fireheights. That's what it needs.

Katlyn goes into the Voyager Western Camp.

Taira puts a finger to her lips, murmuring for a moment.. then takes off
for one of the tents where her nose leads.

Taira steps into the BakerCraft Tent.

Ursa sashays out of the Starsmiths' Tent looking more enlightened.

Lathen sashays out of the Starsmiths' Tent looking more enlightened.

Ursa pauses, hand still hooked in Lathen's arm, glancing around and
murmering, "It's as busy out here as it ever was..."

Merla wanders down the jungle path to the west.

Kassima laughs, hands on her hips. "Well, so long as they don't mind a
sodden and barefoot greenrider strolling about, any one of 'em would be
fine by me... what say you? I heard rumors of a tent expressly for
dragonpoker, y'know...." Hearing Soril's words, she smiles and nods to him.
"We'll see you and Merla both later, then!"

Lathen pauses, Ursa's hand through his arm. He looks at the line of tents,
then asks the brownrider, "Hm. Do you think a newborn would appreciate a
skin of Benden's latest white?"

Trea finishes sculpting a lump that looks vaguely like a sleeping dragon,
atop her now-finished sand-hold. There!

"Dragonpoker?" Kindre wonders with raised brows, "Considering my bain of
bad luck is nowhere to be seen, mayhap 'tis a good idea?"

Dyane finishes dealing with detail and walks over to Kassima, "I mean, can
I use Boll's Sacred Bathing Ceremony title for the next gather?" She grin.

Taira frowns somewhat, then starts moving between the other tents in
seeking a sibling.

Ursa chokes back a merry giggle. "Uhm, perhaps the mother would..." she
drawls.

on Elif's shoulder, Tal preens himself and wraps his tail loosely around
his pet's neck.

Dyane goes into the Tent of Flowers.

Trea looks up, hearing a nearby voice, and muses, "Should have a sand-hold
contest..." to noone in particular.

Lathen grins at the stifled giggle, then looks again at the colored banners
hanging on the various tents and pavillions. "Let's try Minecraft."

From around 'Ric's neck, Myhia croons to her pet, rubbing her head against
her pet's cheek.

Kassima chuckles at Kin. "Certes! Remind me to tell you of that 'Good Run
of Bad Luck' song 'twas singing a bit of earlier, though... it seems to
fit," she adds with a wink. Belatedly, she calls after Lady Dyane,
"A'course! That'd be... fine... ach, shards. I *always* seem t'miss folk."

Ursa nods. "An excellent choice," she drawls.

Ursa enters the Minecraft Tent.

Lathen enters the Minecraft Tent.

Elif stands."I think I'm going back now Mav. Thanks for being my escort."

Kelanna wanders up the trail from the west and steps out onto the beach.

Elif dusts off her britches and heads up the path.

Maverick brushes sand from his tunic, "oh? Um..." he worries his lip with
his teeth in thought, "I guess I'll see you later then."

Trea stands, abandoning her little sand-hold -- probably won't take lond
for someone to stumble over it and kick it apart -- and meanders back among
the tents in search of a bit of adventure.

Elif smiles."I hope so."

Maverick chuckles, "unless you'd like come company going home..."

Maverick says "oh, nevermind."

Kelanna fluffs her hair lightly as she arrives at the gather. She looks
like she just got awa

Benden Weyr> Flannery pounces you all blissfully! Wha's goin on tonight?:)

Benden Weyr> Kassima grins. I won the vine-swinging contest at Boll,
believe it or not. :) I'm personally still in shock. :)

Benden Weyr> Flannery rotfl and cheers! Congrats, Kassi!

Benden Weyr> Kindre says, "Kassi & Kin took 1st & 2ndd, respectively, at
Boll's Swing the Vine...uh, yeah, what she said ;)"

Benden Weyr> Flannery giggles and hifives Kindre too.:)

Benden Weyr> Kindre flexes, gotta watch us Bendenites ;)

Maverick stands up slowly and stretches, then follows the path Elif took.

Dathon steps out of the BakerCraft Tent.

Dathon wanders down the jungle path to the west.

Trea steps into the BakerCraft Tent.

Kelanna goes into the Tent of Flowers.

Kassima oohs as she spots another tent, and points. "Or there's that one
over there, Kin--looks like there might be flowers in it, and that's an
interesting change from some usual Gather displays. What say you; which to
see first, or another entirely?"

"Flowers or poker," Kindre muses, "Well, I think maybe I won't push my luck
this eve and try the flowers? Sound good?"

Jadie appears suddenly from *between* and finds a nearby perch.

Kassima bobs her head, "Sounds fine t'me, certes. You first, m'lady
queenrider?" She curtseys as best she can, given that her kilt is still
rather wet, and grins up at her friend through the obscuring veil of her
dripping bangs.

Kindre's kilt drips bit of water on the ground when she attepts a return
curtsy. Giggling, she strides off to the tent.

Kindre goes into the Tent of Flowers.

You step into the Tent of Flowers from the Gather Beach of Southern Boll.